Susan dropped down to suck on his fat knob.
Alan had to laugh out loud. He was greatly amused by his "punishment." Nothing could be more pleasurable, especially since she was giving head so very well lately. But his laugh practically turned into an erotic scream of joy when her lips locked tightly around his shaft and began sliding.
Susan had to laugh as well. She thought, Okay, that was a silly excuse. But whatever works. I've got my lips wrapped around my son's thick rod and his hands are pulling on my nipples, so all's well that ends well. MMMM! I just love it when I can swirl my tongue around and around his cockhead. MMMM! And around and around, then around back the other way. MMMM! And when I really get going on his special spot, like this... MMMM! He just melts and he's putty in my hands! MMMM! I'm such a happy mommy! Such a happy, naughty, cocksucking, big-titted centerfold mommy slut!
He couldn't hear any of that, except for the "MMMM" sounds, which she murmured out loud as well as thought. But he certainly felt her enthusiasm.
The blowjob seemed to go on and on and on. Instead of going all out to make him cum quickly, she appeared keen on sucking him for a very, very long time. But he kept on fondling her super sensitive tits, so she started cumming long before he was even close to the edge. Nothing seemed to arouse her faster than nipple play. She moaned and writhed as he mercilessly worked on stimulating her sensitive breasts.
He thought, It's funny. At first, I was just humoring her. I thought my dick was done for the night. But she really does something special for me. To see my own mom lovingly slurping and slathering her way all over my cock - nothing beats it! I feel soooo good right now, I could just melt! So it's really true that Brenda can't compete. Sure, I'd love to fuck her, but Mom's not just my mom and my totally sexy and stacked "personal cocksucker"; she's just about my very best friend too! I love her so much!
Even at a slow pace, she was delivering non-stop pleasure, using a constantly shifting series of techniques. So eventually Alan had to say, "Can we have a little time out?"
"Okay." She was relieved, because he hadn't cum yet and her jaw was tired.
He looked her over. Her nightie was bunched up around her waist. "Hey Mom, you're a little overdressed, don't you think?"
She looked down at herself. "You know what? You're right!" Smiling from ear to ear, she stood up and slowly wriggled her way out of the rest of her nightie. She did it with her back to him, since she figured he'd had plenty of fun with her tits and she didn't want him to forget her fine ass and long legs.
Even after the nightie was completely off, she continued to slowly shimmy and slide back and forth.
He was so inspired that he said, "Get your beautiful ass over here."
She turned around and struck a sexy pose while also acting like she was protecting her pussy. "Promise not to touch me in my most naughty place?"
He shrugged, pretending to be arrogant. "I'll think about it."
She giggled with glee as she quickly complied. She wound up lying on top of him since that's what he'd motioned for her to do. That allowed for him to knead her ass cheeks and explore her ass crack while the two of them necked.
But this made both of them increasingly hot and bothered. Susan found herself unable to lie naked on him without stroking his cock, so before long she had scooted back down to his crotch and crammed his fat cock back in her mouth.
As a result, his strategic break was quite short. Not that it mattered, because between Susan's sexy ass dance and all the kissing and fondling his dick hadn't gotten much of a break anyway. So it wasn't long before he felt an inescapably strong urge to cum.
Susan had very much enjoyed it when he'd blown his load on her face earlier during the card game. (Normally she would have been terrified by such a sex act in front of other people, but she was so caught up in a vortex of lust and competition that what would usually be a turn-off had morphed into a turn-on.) In fact, she still had a little cummy residue on her cheeks and chin, even after all the kissing, and she wanted to add to it before going to her own bed. So when the hand cradling his balls felt them tighten and pull up, she positioned her face about a foot away from the tip of his dick.
"Cum all over Mommy! Mark me as one of your SLUTS!"
His cum rocketed forth. But since he was holding his dick, he could pick his targets, so he aimed exclusively at her massive melons.
Susan soon picked up on that, so she squeezed them together with her hands to make an even more tempting target. Initially she was a bit disappointed, since she'd really wanted a cummy face, but he aimed the last rope or two at her face, painting it with a couple of long streaks from nearly one ear to the other, which was enough to leave her fully satisfied.
When he stopped spurting, it was clear he was going to fall sleep immediately, so she crawled off his bed and picked up her nightie from the floor. She smiled a loving smile as she readied herself to go, then remembered, "Oh my! I almost forgot. The goodnight kiss. That's why I came in here."
He unthinkingly asked, "What about our earlier necking?"
She shot him a naughty grin. "That doesn't count."
They kissed (with Alan avoiding his own cum), but she wouldn't allow him to play with her tits anymore. "Please. No more, Tiger," she complained, "Mommy's tits are too sensitive. It feels too good. You don't want Mommy to get all dehydrated from cumming too much like Brenda did, do you?"
After that, she bent down and worked on licking his flaccid penis and balls clean.
As she worked on him, he said, "That was fantastic, Mom. As usual. I'm so blessed to have your help. But just one thing. You called yourself a 'slut.' I really don't like that."
She'd been sucking on one of his testicles, but she took it out of her mouth to say, "But Son. You were the one recently who told me there's 'good slutty' and 'bad slutty.' A bad slut will do it with just anyone, but a good slut loves her son with all her heart and is his exclusive personal sex toy." She lapped her way up his flaccid penis. "I love serving your cock! See? I even love to love it when it's in this state. Doesn't that make me a good slut?"
He chuckled, affectionately running a hand through her hair. Unreal! I'm the luckiest kid ever! "Okay. I see your point. But please, try not to use that word too much, okay? I don't like it. Old habits are hard to break, and I still see it as a negative word, because usually that's how it's meant."
After that, when their horny urges were sated and his crotch was completely "clean," she scooted up and they just hugged tenderly. She had to hug him at an angle though, because she was being careful not to wipe his cum off her chest onto him; she wanted to wear that to bed herself.
Susan asked, "By the way, did I tell you that Akami gave me the scare of my life today?"
"No. What happened?"
"Well, she called on the phone and said, 'Mrs. Plummer, I have good news. We've gotten the latest lab results back and Alan's thyroid levels are back to normal. He no longer needs to be stimulated six times a day. In fact, he doesn't have to be stimulated at all.'"
She pulled back from their hug as she went on, "I nearly had a heart attack! I felt my whole world collapsing around me, and it was as if I was falling down a dark tunnel. There was complete silence on my end of the line, so I guess Akami thought I wasn't taking it well. She quickly said, 'Ha ha! Kidding! I was just kidding! That was just a joke. Of course his levels are still low and he still needs the treatment.' It turns out she was just calling to remind us that you have an appointment with her on Friday. But she really scared the hell out of me!"
Alan was shocked too. He too had felt like he was falling into an abyss, with his whole recent world collapsing about him, until she'd clarified that it was just a joke. He worried that if the medical justification were to be taken away, his incredible sex life would disappear overnight. At this point, the threat of going back to his old life was his greatest fear.
She added, "But it actually was a good thing, because it made me stop and think. It opened my eyes and made me realize that I don't want this to end. I've been so silly, trying to fight the power of your big cock and your unstoppable sex appeal. If somehow your condition does get better, promise me that we won't stop? Ever?" She raised her bouncy rack with both hands, presenting it to him, to help influence his decision.
He thought, "Unstoppable sex appeal?" Me? Mom must really be looking through rose-colored glasses. I'm still basically the same guy who couldn't get a date a few weeks ago, right? Well, admittedly I had taken a picky "Christine or Glory or nobody" attitude, but still. I'm no Brad Pitt by any stretch.
He replied, "Mom, I should be asking you that. Of course I'd love to continue, no matter what."
She closed back in and squeezed him again. "I'm so glad to hear that."
She rubbed her cummy breasts up, down, and all around his chest as their hug went on and on. (His answer had made her so horny that she had forgotten that she'd wanted to save his cum for herself.) "I don't know what I'll do when you have to go away to college. I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day. You mean so much to me, and helping you has revitalized my sexuality and my whole life. I can't go without it anymore. I just can't! But no matter what happens, we can't have real sex. You do understand that, don't you? It's wrong. It's a sin. We have to just appreciate what we have, and not push our luck. I can't even ever let you touch me down there."
He replied, "Okay, Mom, whatever you say. I promise to obey whatever boundaries you set." He chose his words carefully, because he was hoping her boundaries would move, in time, or when she got suitably horny.
"Goody! You won't regret this! I'm going to be your best cocksucker for ever and ever!"
They continued to "hug" in silence, though it was more like Susan rubbing her nipples all over his chest while he ran his hands over her shapely back and ass cheeks. After her scare about Brenda, she wanted to mark and claim him symbolically, just as he frequently marked and claimed her.
I can't believe how psyched Mom is! She acts like she's just won the lottery, to be given the "privilege" of me "allowing" her to suck my dick. If I hadn't already busted my nut so many times tonight, I'm sure she'd get me hard again, the way she's rubbing her nude body all over me. This "no fucking" thing sucks big time, but what can I do? So close to total nirvana, and yet so far! I can even SMELL nirvana, she's so wet right now. But I really have to respect her wishes on that. I could never force her; just thinking about doing that to her sickens me.
She finally pulled away and stood up. "That was your goodnight kiss, or kisses," she giggled. "But I still haven't tucked you in." She leaned over so her breasts were quite literally dangling over his face. Her nipples bounced off his nose and cheeks several times as she pulled up his sheets to cover him. "I promise you, you won't regret this."
He searched his brain, trying to figure out what she meant when she said "this." However, his brain was functioning poorly, at least while her breasts were dangling right over him. (In fact, she was referring to his "promise" to let her continue to "serve" his cock forever, but not let things progress further than that.)
Finally, she finished pulling up his sheets and turned down one of the corners. "There. You're all tucked in. You're not going to forget all about Mommy's hooters now that you have Brenda's to play with, are you?"
"Mom, first off, I don't have Brenda's to play with. Who knows what'll happen with her. I told you already, when I think 'perfect tits' I think of yours every time."
She smiled a big smile. "You do not!" Her heart soared, but she wanted to hear him confirm it at least once more.
"Do too!" He admitted, "Well, yours and Aunt Suzy's."
She was beside herself with happiness. "Oh, dear goodness! I just have to suck you off all over again! ... I know, I know, you're not up to it, but let an old lady dream. Don't forget your promise. Remember, even when you're married, right? If you marry a girl who doesn't allow that, I'll be very sad."
He finally understood what she was talking about, recalling that she'd said, "I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day" a few minutes earlier.
"Um, yeah, sure," he agreed. He felt his penis start to stir as he imagined driving from his wedding reception with his wife. He couldn't see her face, but she was young, blonde, and very beautiful. The reason he couldn't see her face was because she was driving the car in her white wedding dress while Alan sat in the back seat with his mother in the seat next to him. She was also wearing a white wedding dress, but her head was in his lap and her lips were bobbing on his shaft.
He found that a bit freaky and Oedipal, but then again, he was finding a lot of things freaky and Oedipal lately, so it didn't startle him that much.
She winked and said, "Good night!" Then she bent over to pick up her nightie again. It took her an extremely long time to pick it up, and she made sure to keep her legs spread wide the whole time. She said from that bent-over position, "Do you see how wet you make me? It's always like this. The instant I feel your cock between my lips, I'm creaming down there so much!"
He closed his eyes. Seeing her pussy like that was electrifying, but also extremely frustrating. "Mom, you have to go or I'm gonna get hard again, and then my dick will be so overused that it's gonna plain fall off."
She stood up and straightened out. "Oopsies! I DEFINITELY wouldn't want that to happen." She giggled, then tossed the nightie aside and sauntered to his door wearing only a smile. "I'm going to sleep in the nude tonight and play with myself, thinking only of you."
She carefully ran a hand over her cheeks, happily confirming that she still had some of his cum streaks there. There was also a lot of it remaining in her cleavage, since that was such a deep valley that the cum was still there even after the way she'd rubbed up against him.
Thanks to that final orgasm with his mother, Alan ended the day with six orgasms. While that total was below what he'd been managing in recent days, it still felt like all he could push his penis to do. He suspected that the many days of such prolonged erections were literally changing his genitals, and that perhaps he was on the edge of a danger zone. For instance, he hadn't really paid attention to the size of his balls, but he was certain that they had grown considerably. It seemed like they were twice their old size. He imagined that his semen production had increased dramatically to keep up with demand, and that his balls were bloated with cum.
He'd also realized that his diet had changed. He was eating more, and especially drinking much more, yet not gaining any weight. He suspected that most of the extra nutrition was being expelled as cum.
He turned the light out and closed his eyes. Man! What a day! Another great, great day. I can't wait until tomorrow!
He fell into a very contented sleep in a mere minute or two, thanks to his recent orgasm and his day of tiring activities.
