Drunk Dargon Special [ 5 / 5 ]
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But then Susan's face suddenly brightened. "I know! I've got it! What if we turn off the lights? Then I can't picture them being able to see me."
He just frowned. He'd grown used to having sexual fun in broad daylight or well-lit rooms, with women who didn't have such hang-ups.
But she took his silence as enough of a yes to get up and walk to the door to flip the light switch.
As she walked, he complained, "But Mom... Watching you in all your bouncy, bountiful glory is half the fun."
The room went dark, except for the moonlight coming through the window. She headed back to the bed. "I know, I know. But I'm sure there will be other times. Just do this for me this one time, okay? This is kind of scary for me. If it's as good as I'm hoping, it could radically change how I serve your cock every day!"
"Okay. ... Hell, what am I saying? I'm so grateful anyway; I'd be happy to fuck your tits nude and painted red on the North Pole."
She giggled. "That's the spirit! We'll put that on the to-do list. Now, how do we do this?"
Both of them let out contented sighs as he slid his erection back in between her round hooters. She pushed her breasts together with both hands, making it a nice, snug fit again. "Mmmm! This feels nice. I have shivers down my spine, just thinking about the possibilities!"
"Me too!"
But then she panicked. "Oh no! The lubrication. I forgot the lubrication!"
He didn't mind though, and started to push back and forth. "Don't worry. You got my dick so wet already from the way you slurped on it earlier that we don't need any."
"Are you sure? I don't want to mess this all up! This is so important to me!" That was true. In just a short time she had come to see being her son's personal cocksucker as a big part of who she was.
"Mom, my cock is totally soaked with pre-cum, not to mention all your saliva. God, I'm so hard!"
She smiled a bit wickedly. "Feels good, huh?"
He was pleasantly surprised at how quickly his eyes were adjusting to the darkness. Actually, he could see pretty well by the bright moonlight, so the darkness somehow made it feel even more naughty. Mom looks just as hot as ever! And the sight of my cock trapped between her huge tits? Priceless!
He replied, "Feels great! In fact, it's like my dick is caught in a mixer, you're shaking and squeezing it so much."
"I'm sorry. I'm just so excited!"
He laughed. "I noticed. But if you don't calm down and stop jiggling your beautiful big tits, I'm gonna cum too soon."
That stopped her. Both of them came to a near halt and then slowly started up again. He was hardly a titfucking expert, but she was squeezing from the sides too hard without realizing it, so he gave her some tips on how to ease up a bit and apply just the right amount of pleasure.
Before long, he was sliding in and out her cleavage at a very nice pace.
Susan was ecstatic. "Tiger, are you loving this as much as I am? You know that my breasts are so sensitive all over. So tingly! I can't believe they're getting FUCKED! I don't know what was wrong with me a couple of minutes ago. This is like a dream come true!"
Alan's voice was more strained, as he was using all his self-control to prolong the joy. "For me too, Mom. Me too. But I can't understand why we haven't done this already, lots of times!"
"It's your fault too. Why didn't you say anything?!"
They both laughed. It was a good point though. He was bummed he hadn't been more assertive.
As his dick continued to slide through her cleavage, she said, "Suzanne is so right. Again! I swear, she's a genius. Foolish me. I still didn't quite believe her, but it's even better than she said! I didn't realize just how much you could turn my cleavage into a substitute pussy!"
Her eyes went wide as she was hit with an epiphany. "Gaawwwd! A second pussy! It's like you're fucking my pussy! It really is! Better, even! Now we don't have to worry so much about you spearing my real pussy if we can do this all the time!"
He didn't agree with that last point, but in other respects her enthusiasm was very contagious. He thrust into her chest with renewed vigor as the tiredness that had been dogging him all day was completely forgotten.
Out of the blue, she exclaimed, "I can't wait 'till you cum! You see how your cock naturally points towards my face? I'm gonna get a spermy facial from inches away!"
He chuckled. "Yeah, but not yet! I'm having too much of a good time to stop."
They continued for another minute.
Then she suddenly blurted out, "I know I'm going to go to Hell for this, but I don't care!"
He was struggling to breathe from all the excitement. "Mom, you're not gonna" - he panted - "go to Hell, okay?" He had to catch his breath again, "You're beautiful and caring and I love you!"
She was emotionally overcome with love and lust. "Oh! Son! Use me! Use my tits for your pleasure!"
He thought her enthusiasm meter was already pegged at her max, but somehow it burst through to new levels. The mechanics of what they were doing didn't change, but the passion and emotion radiating from her as she did it was more intense, and his erection gave evidence of his response to that.
In fact, her enthusiasm was so great that he knew he couldn't last much longer. He loved the way she tried with all her might to extend her neck down in order to lick his cockhead. She made contact repeatedly, but his dick was moving with such speed in and out that it was a fairly meaningless addition to his pleasure.
He held out as long as he could, but when he came, he came with great gusto. "I'm FUCKING CUMMING!" he cried with all his might as his balls tightened.
His bedroom door muffled most sounds when it was closed, but Katherine heard that as she lay in her bed trying to sleep. She sighed with longing and started to masturbate. But before long, she got up and went into the hallway to listen at his door.
Susan cried out nearly as loudly, "Cum on my face! Take my chest!"
Unfortunately, he ended up cumming more on her neck and the underside of her chin than directly on her face, but she didn't mind much; she eagerly scooped and lapped it all up just the same.
After she'd eaten all his cum off her skin, she spent the next several minutes thoroughly "cleaning" his penis and balls with her tongue.
She'd made such a habit of this lately that he'd come to expect it from her. That didn't mean he didn't still enjoy and appreciate it though.
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Meanwhile, Katherine returned to her room and wrote in her diary.
Dear Diary,
"Cum on my face! Take my chest!" That's what my cock-hungry mom just shouted so loud that it practically shook the house off its foundation. Sheesh! I can't believe there was a time when I'd cringe with embarrassment at how fuddy-duddy she was. I'll bet you dollars to donuts that she's busy licking his cock and balls clean right now, as if that's actually needed. NOT!
How on Earth am I supposed to make any headway as Brother's Number One Fuck Toy? I keep trying to up my game, but the competition is killing me. And I totally blew it earlier, getting all frustrated and jealous about him and Amy. I don't even want to tell you about that! At least I talked to her later and cleared the air.
Despite that sentence about not wanting to tell her diary, Katherine continued to write about the events of her day in detail, including that unfortunate incident. She might not have consciously realized it, but writing about such things made her more mindful about her behavior. She didn't realize that Susan was taking part in her first titfuck, or she would have written a lot about that too.
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When Susan was done, Alan lay back on his shoulder, recovering. Strangely, even though he was feeling mellow after his climax, he wasn't nearly as sleepy as he'd been when she first came in. A part of him was still energized from his first-ever titfuck with his mother.
When he had mostly recovered, he turned on the lamp next to his bed so they'd at least have some light. "Mom, you seem totally blissed out and not morally conflicted anymore. What happened to all that stuff about your parents seeing you?"
"Oh, that?" She chuckled as she said, "I guess I was having some kind of flashback, like a drug user, only for me it was a prudish flashback. I have these guilty feelings at the oddest times, sometimes."
"So are you bothered by the incestuous yuckiness of this act, or whatever it is that normally bothers you?"
She thought about it. "Nah. Mind you, tomorrow I'll probably feel guilty, at least when I'm home alone. But right now I'm just so overjoyed that there's no room for worry."
"But what was that when you shouted out about going to Hell? You didn't really mean that, did you?"
"No, not really. It's strange. I know logically that that can't be true, since Suzanne explained it all to me. In fact, she's pointed out that I'm actually doing a good deed every time I save you from the sin of Onan. But sometimes I worry about those things. Then I think about helping you avoid sin, and that gets me even MORE horny!"
She giggled. "Not like I needed it this time. I mean, titfucking! The BEST! Am I right?"
They both laughed gleefully.
She added, "Think about it. What are my two favorite body parts in the whole wide world? Your cock and my breasts. Of course they've only zoomed to the top of the list recently - heck, there wasn't even a list, before - but they're very safely numbers one and two, respectively, now. So to learn that there's a sex act involving them both? That's like discovering that every day is better than Christmas!" She turned her head and scooted up his body a bit.
"It is pretty great, Mom. And I love how much you love it." He reached behind her neck and over her shoulder to begin gently caressing her breast and brushing her stiff nipple, so softly that she was barely aware of his touch.
"Of course I love it! Until today, when I looked into the future, knowing that Ron was out of my life, what did I see? An endless, glorious road full of daily handjobs and cocksucks! Gallons and gallons of your precious sperm splashed across my face and chest! And while I love that, now there's a THIRD thing we can do to keep your balls constantly well drained!"
There was a new fire in her eyes as she stared at him from inches away. She said, "I'm almost mad at Suzanne. I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind for not insisting that you fuck my tits a lot sooner. At the very least, you should have been regularly fucking my tits ever since that fateful Tuesday. I'll never forgive her!" She said this last line in a clearly joking mock-angry style.
The excitement in her eyes burned brighter and she poked him hard in the chest with a finger, playfully pretending to be mad at him too. "As for YOU, buster, have I told you lately how much I love you?"
He grinned from ear to ear. "Yeah, but I'd love to hear it again."
"I love you, Son! Every time you cum all over me, I feel even closer to you than before, if such a thing is possible." She swept a finger through the cummy streaks on her neck. "To me, your sperm, it's like liquid love. I want you to cover my entire body in it!" Impulsively, she suddenly shrieked, "Kiss me!"
They shared a long kiss that started out frantic but ended up romantic and tender. He was careful not to contact the cum on her face, or the more plentiful cum on her neck and dripping down into her cleavage.
When she broke off the kiss and they went back to snuggling, he decided that his earlier classification of the day as a bad one had gone right out the window. Then she looked at him mischievously and said, "That was just the warm-up kiss. Now comes the official goodnight kiss."
When that kiss ended a few minutes later, Alan decided that his day had definitely been a good one after all.
Then she started to kiss her way down his tummy.
"Where are you going?" he asked, since his penis was still flaccid.
"Gotta clean you up down there."
"You gotta?"
"Yep! What kind of personal cocksucker doesn't clean her son's cock after each and every orgasm? Not me!"
"But you cleaned me up already."
"I did? Are you sure?" She started licking his balls.
He laughed. "Yes, I'm sure."
Some long moments passed as she lapped and lapped. Finally, she said, "Well, maybe so. But perhaps I didn't do a thorough enough job."
"Mom, I think you just want to lick me until my dick gets hard again."
She didn't reply, except to lick her way up and down his flaccid penis.
After another minute or so he prodded, "Well?"
"Maybe," she admitted with a happy chuckle. "But would that be so bad? Think about your friends, like Sean and Peter. How many of them are in bed right now with their naked big-titted mommies licking their balls clean?"
"Um, it's safe to say none." He chuckled.
"See? I rest my case."
He laughed at that absurd logic, and decided just to stop talking about it and luxuriate in what she was doing.
The way she lapped his balls for a while felt so good, he wondered if he could somehow climax just from that.
It was true that she was trying her best to get him hard so he could titfuck her again. She'd loved it so much that she wanted to do it again right away, and for a lot longer. But she finally had to admit that it wasn't going to happen again that night, so she crawled back up him and got to his "tuck-in," which ended with a very enjoyable tickle-fest, not to mention a lot more kissing and fondling.
By the time that was over, many minutes later, Alan decided that it was safe to reclassify the day as an excellent one.
As they continued to cuddle, he wondered why his mother had been able to get him hard when Amy and Katherine had been unsuccessful. Well, that's not true. Aims succeeded, but it was when Sis came in and really irked me that I became completely hopeless. And I did have a few more hours to recover, which was key. The fact is, all four of these foxy femmes are so hot that it would be inhuman not to get hard. I can half-seriously imagine simply being stimulated to death by this bunch. Then I'd die of sublime pleasure; either that, or my penis would plain fall off.
He mentally reviewed his day and surprised himself in that he'd only climaxed four times. He decided not to tell his mother because he felt fairly sure she would insist on draining his cum again. The more time passed since his previous climax, the easier it would be for him to get hard again. He didn't doubt she could inspire him; she was increasingly like an unstoppable force of nature. The problem was, he doubted his penis could handle more friction and he was sure his heart couldn't handle any more excitement.
As it was, he very nearly was ravaged by her all over again when he told her "I love you" as she was getting ready to go. But he held her back with the promise, "Tomorrow."
The light was already off, so he just closed his eyes as soon as she was gone, feeling very content and loved.
