Sorry for the delay guys, here's a 2 in 1 Chapter
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A few minutes later, Susan crept into the room Alan was sleeping in, dressed as Catwoman.
Suzanne had brought Susan near to the room, and then quickly and silently left. She knew from how seriously Susan was taking this that Susan was contemplating much more than a practical joke, and she knew she'd ruin everything if Alan was awake and saw both her and Susan at the same time.
The wily redhead went back downstairs. She intended to actually socialize just like she'd said, because she had nothing else to do.
By now, Susan was definitely drunk. Her third glass of wine had quickly gone through her system and was having a strong effect on her. It was remarkable that she could still walk relatively steadily. She cursed the four-inch heels that came with the costume and repeatedly muttered to herself that she didn't understand how Catwoman could somehow hobble around in them, much less fight crime.
Susan had taken her glasses off to make herself less recognizable, and she couldn't see close objects very well without them. She had no choice but to make do.
Because it was a hot night, Suzanne had put just a sheet and light blanket over Alan. Still, Susan could tell right away that he was naked. She loved how his boner tented the bed sheets.
Oooh, look at that! The thick, powerful cock I love so much is practically pulling the sheets off the bed. What a stud! And what a cutie too. She looked at the pieces of his tiger costume that had been left on the floor. Awww! My little-whittle Tiger is really a tiger tonight! Should I really let a cute, well-hung tiger-stud fuck my tight, hot, hungry little kitty-cunt?
I think I just answered my own question! She felt great tingles of arousal all over, but especially in her pussy. She didn't even seriously fret and ponder if she could go through actually getting fucked by him, at least not yet, because the alcohol was making her reckless.
She sat on the bed and began shaking his shoulder. "Alan, Alan," she said in her usual voice.
Then realizing the need to be Suzanne, or at least to not be detected as herself, she changed her voice some. She couldn't sound scratchy, but she tried her best to purr in Suzanne's sultry tone. "Alan, wake up. Catwoman is here. Wake up!"
He opened his eyes. "Oh, hi Aunt Suzy."
"I'm not your Aunt Suzy; I'm Catwoman."
Suddenly he opened his eyes wide, staring as if in horror.
Susan worried, Oh no! Has he found me out that fast?
He jumped up out of bed and, with his hands over his crotch, looked around desperately. Finally he saw the bathroom right before him, darted into it, and slammed the door behind him.
Susan heard the sound of pissing. It wasn't just a little; it sounded like a flowing river that went on for over a minute. She realized. Oh yeah. All the alcohol, it has to come out of him. ... I've never really listened to him peeing before. ... My goodness! It sounds like he pisses as much as he cums! It's fitting though: he's hung like a horse, and he pisses like one too!
I can't believe I'm seriously thinking about filling myself up with THAT MUCH cock! He'll skewer me and split me in two! It'll be nothing like sex with Ron.
Oh Dear! Ron! I am still a married woman. Just because he's cheating on me doesn't give me the right to do this. What'll I do?!
Her nervousness increased as she waited. She noticed that her hands were shaking. I really shouldn't do this, but I need to feel him within me at least once in my life. I don't want to die without knowing that the one man I truly love has made love to me. God, you can forgive me for one slip, can't you?
Thinking about God reminded her how she perceived incest as a grave sin, and just made her even more of a nervous wreck. As if that wasn't bad enough, she thought about her wedding ring, hidden under her costume. She had to stifle an urge to flee.
Alan finally came back into the room, still naked, not bothering to hide his now flaccid penis. He sat next to Susan and held his head in his hands. "Sorry, Catwoman, but that was an extremely urgent nature call. Too much of that damn punch! Boy, am I regretting that. What the hell did they put in there? I thought you said it was iced tea or something."
"Are you feeling okay, Sweetie?" Susan remembered to use Suzanne's nickname for him.
"I'm feeling better than before, but... Oh man!" He rubbed his numbed face vigorously. "I still feel like I'm flying. Drunk. Head still spinning a bit. Argh," he moaned in frustration. "At least I don't feel like throwing up anymore. That was close."
She held out open arms. "There, there, come to Mommy - your Aunt Suzy. I'll make it all better." He leaned in to her, and she placed his head on her ample boobs.
For the next five minutes, she simply held him in a hug while running her hand over his head. She really wanted to kiss him, but she worried he'd detect her kissing style.
"Do you feel better now?" she finally asked.
"Oh, much. Yes. You're so sweet, taking care of me. I was wondering where you'd been all evening."
Susan was perplexed by that comment. Huh? I thought Suzanne said she'd helped him up here and checked on him regularly. Maybe he had already passed out. Or maybe the alcohol is making him forget? "T- Sweetie, are you having trouble remembering what happened earlier?"
"Big time. My head is like in a fog. I doubt I'll remember anything that happened tonight, come tomorrow."
She realized, This really IS my big chance! I can do anything with him, and he won't even remember it! How can I pass this up? If I'm going to be a good mother, there's only one way I can purge my mind of all the horny, nasty thoughts I keep having. Just one time is all I need and then I'll never feel like wanting him in me again. Maybe I'll find his big cock is actually TOO BIG for my tight little pussy, and it'll hurt. Then we'll all be much better off, knowing that that temptation is removed. Yeah, I'll bet that's what'll happen. After all, he is such a well-hung, potent, virile young man.
She didn't even believe that prediction. Somewhere deep down she realized that fucking him once would only whet her appetite for more. She knew she'd love it, and if it hurt at all, it would be in a "hurt so good" kind of way. But I just HAVE to get fucked by him! Pounded. Reamed. Knocked up. Ravished. Raped. Done. Filled. Yes! My son has to fill me up with his big cock! He must! It's for my own sanity. I can't stand it anymore!
She was being much more honest with this line of thinking.
To start things off, she reached for his erection.
"Oh shit," he said, and got up again and ran to the bathroom.
Again, Susan heard a torrent of pee, but less this time around.
While she waited, she thought, Okay, Susan, this is it. Calm down. Calm down. Don't be afraid or ashamed about what you're going to do. What did Tiger say to me the other day? "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of." That's what I have to do.
As she still waited, she stood up and unzipped the top of her Catwoman costume. As the zipper made its way down the middle of her chest, her tremendous tits came into view, and then her firm stomach. She pulled the zipper all the way down past her cute belly button to the top of her bush. She kept the mask on her head though, to help keep her real identity secret. Despite being drunk, she was determined not to act foolishly.
She thought to herself, Don't be nervous. Wipe that fraidy-cat look off your face. This is for the best. ... Although I can't believe I'm seducing my own son! I just have to be confident and decisive. Tiger loves my big tits, and Suzanne's for that matter, and since they're the exact same size, it's all good. I've gotta use them to my advantage to really get his tasty sperm churning in his yummy balls. I'll thrust my tits up still higher.
He washed his hands, then came back into the room. He took one look at Susan with her chest arching forward, surrounded by skin-tight black leather, and his eyes bugged out in Roger Rabbit style. "Aunt Suzy! Shit! You look even better than usual. And that's saying something."
That gave Susan confidence. She smiled as she thought, Maybe that's because your mommy really is hotter than your Aunt Suzy!
Again she held out open arms in invitation. "Come back to my chest, Sweetie."
He immediately returned his head to her soft, pale boobs, but now his face rested on naked flesh.
Her hand went to his penis, but it was flaccid. "is something wrong? Am I not sexy enough?"
"God, no! It's just the alcohol. I still don't feel so good."
"I have an idea," she said, still holding his soft penis. "Maybe if you suck on my nipples, that will help you forget your pain."
Even though he was drunk, he didn't need to be asked twice. He immediately placed his mouth over an erect nipple and began suckling contentedly. He also caressed the undersides of her breasts with both hands under the pretense of merely holding them in place.
Susan cooed, "That's it. Suck them just like that. Pretend you're a baby and you're breast-feeding from your mother. Suck your mother's tits, Sweetie."
Why is everyone so into pretending they're my mom this evening? he wondered. How weird.
Soon, he emptied his mind and concentrated only on the sensation of suckling on a nipple. He switched from tit to tit as the minutes rolled by, and pinched and stroked the nipple he wasn't sucking.
Susan was in complete ecstasy. Her nipples were so sensitive that having them suckled almost felt better than being fucked. She also found the suckling very soothing, and a lot of her worry and doubt melted away.
Also, funnily enough, Susan's "forget your pain" idea was actually working - Alan's mind began to clear.
Even better, his dick began to revive. She immediately noticed that, and slowly stroked it to full hardness. Then, of course, she kept right on stroking. Now that she considered herself one of his personal cocksuckers, being able to do this to him gave her great satisfaction.
But their focus remained on his suckling. She kept up her provocative commentary about it, at a lazy pace. "That's it. ... That's it, little baby. ... Keep sucking your mommy's tits. ... Drink my milk. ... Make me lactate. ... Keep suckling until you can milk me. ... Milk your mommy..."
Finally, he turned his head up and asked, "But Aunt Suzy, Mommy, Catwoman, ... whatever I should call you ... isn't what we're doing wrong? What about Mom's rules? A little bending is okay, but maybe we're getting into it too much?"
"That's okay. It's okay," she cooed, as she pressed his head back onto a nipple. "Just leave it to... your Aunt Suzy. If a little bit of rule bending is good, then a lot is better." As her hand slid up and down his shaft, she cooed, "Play with my nipples, you big Tiger. Play with me. Suckle my tits until I cum milk. ... Drink your mother's milk, my little baby!"
He began suckling again, at a more intense pace.
Now she was feeling very good indeed. Being able to jack him off reassured and mellowed her even more than before. Her qualms about fucking were still there, but they seemed like a hazy, distant memory. My son has a powerful, demanding cock. Even when he's drunk and ill, he still gets this stiff easily. Isn't it just a matter of time before he fucks me? It may be a sin, but I AM one of his big-titted playthings. That's the life I've chosen to live. Angel's not the only one who wants to be his fuck toy. But how can I be a good fuck toy for him if he doesn't get to fuck me whenever he wants?!
I'm a good woman, a good Christian woman. Everybody does some sinning. What if I make getting frequently fucked by my son my sin, and live an exemplary life in every other way? Won't that balance out?
After a delay of a few minutes, he pulled his mouth off a nipple again, and said, "Aunt Suzy, you don't have any milk in your tits. Didn't the doctor say just a while back it would take days of constant suckling for a woman to start lactating? Remember when he used that metaphor when talking about my condition?"
"That's right, Sweetie. But we can continue this at home. You can suckle on my tits all day long for as long as it takes, until I finally gush milk. Won't that be fun? To have you fondle and grope and suckle at my tits until they're sore? Then you can drink my milk every day! And then, after that, you can suck and suck, and just keep sucking! Tie my hands behind my back and use me as your personal milk machine!"
She threw her head back in ecstasy, imagining permanently enslaving her boobs to Alan's thirst. She was so carried away with that fantasy that she let go of his dick and forgot about it for a little while.
"Catwoman, I think you're getting a little crazy. That's just impossible with Mom watching, and you know it." He switched his mouth to the other nipple.
"You're right," she sighed. "Although you might be surprised how she thinks about these things. I think she secretly wants to do EVERYTHING with you, really bad! She just can't get up the courage to go all the way, and you're not being aggressive enough. You need to take charge. She's one of your personal sluts now. Treat her like it!"
With no response to that, she took another tack. "But since you can't get my boobs to leak, why don't you aim a little lower? There's lots of leaking down there!"
She stood up briefly and wiggled further out of her Catwoman suit, until only the pieces of her costume on her arms, legs and head remained. All of her hair now fell free, except for some still under the Catwoman hood. Paradoxically, this made her look even more like Suzanne. In the dim light, her skin was pale enough to pass for Suzanne's alabaster skin as well.
If Alan had been really alert, he would have noticed that she had brown eyes instead of Suzanne's green ones, or that Suzanne's trademark long strand of teased hair was missing, or any other number of minor differences. But he was anything but alert. He was exceedingly horny.
And, in his defense, their bodies were nearly identical from the neck on down. And their skin was so flawless that there were almost no distinctive markings. With such a body as his playground, he wasn't looking at her face much.
He began stroking his hand over her stomach, going steadily lower and lower. Even her stomach was a turn-on: it was perfectly formed, like a statue of a Greek goddess. He loved the feel of the tiny, invisible hairs that covered it.
Meanwhile, she wrapped her fingers around his boner again and resumed stroking it. "Why don't you suck on my clit instead?" she suggested enthusiastically. "Put your tongue in my pussy. Lick my hairy pussy until I cum! Since you're a tiger, bite me! Bite down on my clit! Make me cry your name, scream your name, at the top of my lungs!"
She was still trying to talk in a sexy whisper to sound more like Suzanne, even if she couldn't imitate her friend's scratchy voice completely. But her voice was becoming more Susan-like with every minute as she got increasingly distracted by her steadily growing arousal.
Luckily, he didn't notice that either. There were far too many other exciting and arousing things demanding his attention. If nothing else, her hot body looked even hotter, thanks to the pieces of the costume still remaining, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
He put his hand on her clit and began rubbing it. Both Suzanne's and Susan's pussy areas were considered off limits in his mind, so this was quite exciting for him. His mouth followed his other hand, slowly kissing his way down her stomach until it was at the top of her bush.
She continued to enthuse, "Just like that! Yes! Lower! Bite my clit! Do me! Get nasty!" All the while, she kept jacking him off.
But he stopped abruptly and pulled away from her. He looked sad and frustrated.
"What's wrong?" she asked, as she tried to push him back. She grabbed his dick with both hands and stroked it more vigorously, hoping to literally stimulate him back into action. "Don't stop now! Please! It's just getting really good!"
"I just remembered the boundaries. We're going too far! I'm getting so horny, especially with the way you're talking, that if I go down on you now I don't think I'm going to want to stop at all! And frankly, Aunt Suzy, I'm surprised at you. You're egging me on and on. It doesn't seem like you want to stop either. One of us has to have some control. What about my mom, who's your best friend? Don't you want to respect her rules at least somewhat? I just can't do this to her. Not now. It feels like cheating."
"Oh Alan! That's so sweet!" She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Her hands kept running all over his erection, despite his comments.
"You see?" he said, pulling his body slightly apart from hers, but only after enjoying a good, long kiss, "You're doing it again! We're not supposed to do that."
She looked away, guiltily. She'd been trying to guide his dick into her slit.
"Look, Aunt Suzy, you know I love you with all my heart. I'd love to fuck you, more than just about anything in the world. But not without Mom's permission! I love her too! I can't let her down!"
Susan was overcome with love for her considerate son. But she was also overcome with lust. Ironically, his words made her want to get royally fucked even more than before. He's such a good boy! Such a great son! A son like that deserves a big-titted mommy to fuck!
Somehow, he ignored her slipping and sliding fingers on his shaft, and continued, "My head was all fogged up a bit before. I'm still drunk, and you're obviously more than a little tipsy. So let's just chalk this one up to us not being totally with it. I've got to go pee again. When I get back, it would be better if I come back to an empty room, 'cos I don't know how much more temptation I can take. I mean, Jesus Christ! I must be an idiot for not fucking you right now. You're so insanely beautiful!"
Her hands flew back to his cock. "Can't I just suck you for a little while? Can't we do that first?"
He noted the curious word "first," but replied, "I'd love to, but I have to pee so bad. And things are spinning out of control. It's good we stop. I just can't control myself around you. Seriously! You're like a sex drug!"
His words sobered her. She even let go of his stiff, slicked-up boner. She thought, Can I at least give him a nice, prolonged blowjob? He needs to be rewarded for following my rules, and I can think of no better way. But the problem is, Suzanne and I have different styles. And there's her extremely long tongue. He'll notice the difference soon enough, and then he'll realize it was me all along. I want to slide my lips and tongue all over his fat cock so very, very badly, but I can't!
Or, at least... I can't here. What if I wait until we go home and he's safe in bed? Then I can do it as me! That won't be so long from now. I can hold out until then!
With that decided, she felt a lot better. "Okay, you're right. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay? No need to mention it to anyone?"
He nodded, and said, "We'll have other chances soon, I'm sure. Then we can do it right. I want that so bad."
She cried, "At least touch my clit!" She touched it herself, causing her whole body to shake violently, almost as if she were being rattled about on an amusement park ride.
He stood gaping as he watched her cum.
He groaned. "Dear God!" The sight was too sexy to endure. He hurried off to the bathroom. It took a while before his hard-on softened enough for him to pee.
As Susan began pulling the Catwoman costume up over her legs, she thought, What an amazing son I have! Tempted beyond all reasonable expectations, and the only thing he could think of was me, not Suzanne, and respecting the promise he'd made to ME! I'm so happy I could cry!
Here I've been acting like a total slut, even though a lot of it was the alcohol, and I haven't been listening to my own advice. Enough! I'm not going to make this kind of mistake again. I'll be a mother he can be proud of! Cocksucking, yes. Definitely yes! But nothing more.
After a pause, her mind began working in a different direction. Even though ... the idea of him milking my tits until I lactate is so hot! Oh Gaawwwd, I've gotta get out of here before he comes back in the room! Too hot!
She realized that not only did she need to leave for that reason, but she needed to change costumes before they headed home together. So she shouted, "I'll be back for you in a few minutes! Okay?"
"Okay."
With her Catwoman costume back on, she stood up and somehow managed to stagger out of the room, despite her drunkenness and the towering heels that came with the costume.
A few minutes later, Susan found Suzanne socializing downstairs. They quickly hustled to the cloak room to get their things, and then to a nearby bathroom to change. Susan changed back into her Wonder Woman costume. Then Suzanne changed into the Catwoman outfit Susan had just taken off. Only then did they go up together to get Alan, who had changed back into his tiger costume.
Finally, they went home together, with Suzanne driving. She hadn't drunk any more alcohol since her Elle act upstairs, so she was good to drive. Suzanne was dying to ask Susan how things had gone with Alan, but she knew she'd have to bide her time until tomorrow.
