Iveyflame Special ???? [ Bonus Chapter 6K ]
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Suzanne was a bit puzzled by the turn in the conversation about refereeing, since Katherine hadn't explained that detail earlier when describing what happened in the afternoon. She figured that she would ask Katherine about it as soon as they were alone.
But before the others could leave the room, the red-headed vixen said to Alan, "Wait a second, Sweetie. Your sister and your mom just greeted me, but where's my greeting from you? Susan was telling me that you now have special signals for each of them to get their attention. That you grab Susan's butt and rub Katherine's bare pussy. But what's my special signal?" She walked towards him with her dress still barely clinging to her hips, and no clothing anywhere above that.
Alan closed the distance to her. His decision about what the "special signal" should be wasn't hard to make. He fondled her boobs and pinched her seemingly always-hard nipples. "How's this for a signal?" he said.
"Excellent!" she cried, writhing in ecstasy as his fingers on her nipples sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy and her brain. "Just what I thought you'd pick." She would have preferred to have had a signal that involved her pussy, but that body area had already been "taken" by Katherine's choice of signal. Although Suzanne's breasts weren't as sensitive as Susan's - few women's breasts were - it still felt really good to her when Alan played with them. He'd been learning his way around breasts in general, discovering with each of his lovers the type of fondling they liked the most. In the process he'd learned that Suzanne had sensitive nipples and how she liked them treated.
Alan mauled her so enthusiastically that she fell backwards and slid all the way to the floor. She was momentarily taken aback, but she wasn't hurt. One he saw she was okay, he kept kneading her boobs with his hands. His pants were still unzipped, so his turgid dick now dangled between her legs.
"Hey, you crazy lug, trying to get me killed?" she said playfully. "Lying on top of me like that, it's like you're planning on fucking me or something. Especially since your dick is hanging in the right area, rubbing against my thigh."
"That's not a bad idea..." he winked. "Thigh" was inaccurate - it was actually now resting right on top of her dark brown bush. His hips seemed to act of their own volition, thrusting with an up-and-down in-and-out fucking motion, though the only result was that his firm erection brushed back and forth over her clit in a most delightful manner.
"Alan!" Susan said in a menacing tone from across the room. "I think there's some improper contact going on underneath you. Remember the boundaries! And don't get too excited. I have dibs on that load that's building in your balls. Remember, this is a Tuesday."
But even after hearing that, he just kept sliding his dick right over Suzanne's pussy lips. Both of them were too aroused to stop, and in fact Suzanne started humping up at him in a way that looked almost exactly like fucking.
Susan added in a more pleading voice, "Son, please! Don't you want to fuck mommy's face or her big tits? Mommy's titties are waiting for you." She was frustrated because Suzanne's tits were just as big and Alan already held them in both hands. She stood closer, cupped her tits from below, and thrust her chest out, all but offering her rack on a platter. But Alan didn't even look her way.
She wondered, What can I offer him that that stupid Suzanne isn't already giving him? Grrr! Calling Suzanne "stupid" was as close as she came to cursing. Belatedly realizing that she was in the buff, she began bouncing about as if in great anticipation. She knew her son would have a hard time tearing his eyes away from all her jiggling, if only he would first look her way.
All her movement finally caught his eye. He was beside himself with pure joy. Just look at Mom - it's like she's playing jump rope, but there's no rope! Mom and Aunt Suzy are battling it out for my attention while poor Sis has to just sit by, waiting for her turn. All three are topless and panting, and totally gorgeous, longing to have fun with my dick. Does it get any better than this?!
Suzanne knew that, strategically, it was important for her to concede to Susan and let Alan go. If she didn't, Susan's jealousy would become immense, especially since it was a Tuesday. Unfortunately, with Alan's shaft continuing to slide all over her clit, she found it very difficult to stop what she was doing.
In fact, her body was completely helpless to resist anything he might do to her at that point, but she still had some conscious control over her mouth. That led her to say with a sigh, "Go to your mother, Sweetie. You'll just have to find where on me to put that thing some other time."
Luckily for the group dynamic, Alan wasn't well versed in reading a woman's non-verbal cues. Though Suzanne's body was all but screaming "Fuck me now!" he heeded her words and somehow pulled himself away.
He stood, stepping out of his pants in the process and leaving them behind. He felt a bit dazed so tried to recover his equilibrium. The smell of aroused pussy was so thick in the air that he found it hard to breathe.
Suzanne's body, though, did not accept losing to Susan that easily. She realized that she still hadn't been kissed by him, so she used that as an excuse to keep after him. She slowly got up off the sofa, leaving her clothes behind except for her high heels. "That was some signal you picked there, cutie. I love it!"
She turned to Susan, who was standing with her arms crossed under her exposed rack, in somewhat of a huff. "What about my kiss, Susan? Doesn't my Sweetie still get to kiss me because I entered the room?"
Susan had stopped jumping and was trying to regain some of her lost dignity. "Oh, all right. But please make it quick. My mouth is watering for some tasty cock." She attempted to look stern and motherly, but her words, plus the fact that she was naked with a blatantly dripping pussy, didn't exactly help strengthen that impression.
Alan made out with Suzanne for several more minutes while Susan and Katherine stood and watched, impatient and incredibly aroused. Since he and Suzanne were standing, they didn't go as far into almost fucking as when they'd been on the sofa. He continued his vigorous exploration of her big tits the whole time.
Suzanne was careful not to jack him off, for fear that Susan would complain and thus bring the kissing to an early end. While she managed to resist that temptation, her hands had a lot of fun exploring the rest of his body.
Both of the watching women found themselves playing with their bare breasts, unconsciously mimicking the way Alan was kneading Suzanne's heavy pale orbs.
Alan's hands eventually found their way to Suzanne's bubble butt and even some distance down her thighs. His hot cock was already burning into her skin as they continued to kiss and grope each other, but he pulled their bodies even closer together. Because she was wearing four-inch high heels, her hips were a few inches above his, so his boner pressed against her thigh instead of on top of her pussy.
She fantasized that it actually burned and left a brand right on her upper thigh. She found it strangely arousing to imagine having a brand with the outline of Alan's dick on her white skin right next to her pussy. But then she snapped out of it. What the hell was that thought all about? I'm beginning to sound like Angel with her "master" fixation. No thanks!
Then she began to think, His cock is at just the right height. Just a little bit of adjustment and it'll be sliding up my burning slit. And right in front of the others. Who cares? Let 'em all know! It's time for Sweetie to fuck me! It's time for Susan to see what she's missing!
Suzanne was so far gone with lust that she was ready to do it, letting the chips fall where they might. But just as she reached down to fit Alan's hardness into her slot, Susan walked up, bent over, and pointedly tapped her on the shoulder.
"Suzanne! You said I could play with him for a while. Can't I? Are you gonna keep him all evening? I let you kiss him and everything. If I can't suck him dry of all his seed, then, then... Well, I don't know what!"
Suzanne thought, Drat! Foiled again! She could see that Susan was so desperate for her cum fix that she had no choice but to let Alan go. She quickly backed off and waved him away because she knew she couldn't resist any further if he touched her again. "Go on, kid, run along to the twin milky towers over there before she gets mad at me."
Suzanne sighed as she felt his pulsing boner withdraw from her sweaty skin. She pondered her own strange thoughts about wanting to be branded. Damn. He's really getting under my skin. When am I ever going to get plowed by that magnificent piece of meat? I don't think I've ever been in lust so badly before. Maybe it's because I'm so deeply in love with him at the same time. How I can love someone only half my age like this is beyond me, but that's how it is. She sighed again.
She consoled herself that at least she'd have Katherine to play with once Susan was out of sight.
Alan was reluctant to withdraw his hands from Suzanne's bouncy melons, but he knew that his mother's jugs were just as perfectly formed and huge, yet even more sensitive. He loved to hear his mother's loud moans, which he could trigger at any time just by touching her nipples.
So he disengaged from Suzanne. He thought, Fuck! This is so fucking excellent! From Aunt Suzy to Mom! Life doesn't get any better than this. What if they had a cat fight over who could suck me off? Now, THAT would be cool! But then sanity hit when he realized that such an event could cause his whole fortunate situation to collapse.
Susan was so eager that she sprinted up the stairs ahead of him. She clutched her arms to keep her bouncing boobs under some semblance of control while running as best she could on her high heels.
But before he could walk away, Suzanne grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear. "Sweetie, remember what Angel and I were saying about spanking her? Have you made your mind up about that? Now is a good time!"
He considered that, and replied, "I'll try. I don't know if I can do it. I'll see if things get 'insanely horny' first." He pulled away, eager to rush upstairs.
But Suzanne whispered to him as he moved away, "Don't just try! Do it! She needs this for her psychological well-being! She's a very submissive woman!"
He nodded as he hurried to the stairs.
By the time he climbed the stairs and entered his room, he found his mother waiting impatiently on his bed. Since she'd already been without clothes, she had no trouble striking a sexy pose in time for his arrival, stretching out with her hands behind her head.
He saw a wet towel next to her and realized that she'd just wiped her pussy dry. But he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.
Alan silently gasped at the overwhelmingly erotic beauty of his mother's body. But he quickly recovered and tried to strike a light, joking mood. "I was just feeling up Aunt Suzy's boobs," he said as he walked to her with arms outstretched, like Frankenstein. "Can I feel yours, to see if I can tell the difference?"
"Nice try, but you know that's not allowed," she said as she got off his bed and knelt next to it. "We have to stop all these rule violations and act like a normal family. Now come over here and let me suck your cock already."
That answer surprised him greatly. The way she'd been carrying on downstairs, he figured he could play with her body almost any way he pleased. He asked, "Well, can I fuck your tits any time I like? You said I could."
"That's different. Because I'm here to help you cum. We've been over this before."
He rolled his eyes at her strange, ever-changing boundaries. What he still didn't fully understand was that she was worried because she got too aroused too easily when he played with her breasts. She feared that she'd lose control completely and wake up in the morning with a well-fucked, cum-filled pussy.
He asked, "What if playing with them helps me cum? Like if I'm holding them to make a tight titfucking tunnel? A sort of tight-fucking tunnel, if you will."
She smiled at his lame humor. "Well, I suppose that's okay, but not right now please. My lips really need to slide up and down your sweet spot, and I've got all kinds of things I want to do with my tongue."
He pulled his T-shirt off and threw it aside. Then he walked steadily forward. She'd been expecting for him to sit on the edge of his bed, so she'd positioned herself that way, but he wanted to get blown standing up. He was reluctant to admit it to himself, but he got off on the symbolic power of standing while she was kneeling.
In truth, she got off on the very same thing even more than he did, so she happily repositioned where she knelt.
He simply stepped forward until his boner found itself in her mouth. The sight of her red lips eagerly awaiting his shaft was so sexy that he found himself squeezing his PC muscle to stop from cumming even before her lips made contact.
Susan closed her eyes and tightened her lip-lock around his shaft. She quickly got down to what had become her favorite task in the whole world, using her hands, lips, and tongue on him all at once. Aaaah! Now, THIS is what I've been waiting for all evening! Things were strange downstairs, having to strip naked in front of my own daughter and best friend. My heart is still thumping from the embarrassment, but now I can relax and let go! Mmmm! Just feeling my mouth craned wide open like this, with my lips sliding and my tongue lapping on his sweet spot, my fingers slipping and sliding up and down his long pole, and my bare breasts swaying freely, it feels like... home. Family. Love!
As she sucked and licked, she alternated between making little "hmmm" and "mmmm" noises of contentedness and louder grunts of intense arousal. One part of her decision to let herself go was that she was much less restrained about making such noises.
Lately, and with increasing frequency, once she got extremely aroused, her rules about not playing with her breasts flew out the window. That was the case again this time. After just a few minutes of contented cocksucking, she felt so good that her breasts took over from her brain. She momentarily stopped her rhythmic bobbing to say, "If you're a good, cum-filled boy and fill your mommy's mouth with a big load, then maybe, just maybe, she'll let you play with her Marilyn Monroe-sized globes. But only afterwards."
She giggled again with glee in recalling his earlier Marilyn Monroe comment. "Do you promise to fill my mouth all the way to the brim with your thick sperm?"
"Of course, Mom. Don't I always?"
She chuckled. "That you do." They both knew that he didn't literally fill her mouth that full, but it sure seemed like it to Susan when she was trying to swallow it all.
She bobbed on him for another couple of blissful minutes.
Alan was thinking about his "duty" to give his mother a spanking. He wasn't sure how to bring it up, or even what excuse he'd use. And with the way she was sucking him, he wasn't able to think much at all.
Then she changed her permissions once again, because she needed his hands on her nipples immediately. She pulled her lips off his boner to say, "Now, since you're such a good, praise-worthy, and cum-filled son, I suppose you can play with my tits while I suck you. But only if you say you like my tits better than hers."
He bent over and held onto her tits from above, but he quickly realized that was not an ideal position. He sat down on the edge of the bed after all. Once she repositioned too, his hands flew to her chest and pushed her heavy globes around in circles. "Who? Marilyn Monroe's? I think yours are much bigger and better."
She punched him playfully. "You know who I mean. I mean Jessica Rabbit. Suzanne." She licked his sweet spot while she waited to make sure he was fully settled in his new sitting position. Then, as an afterthought, she added, "Oh, and Brenda too."
Alan recoiled in dismay, even as he pulled on his mother's nipples. He thought, If there's one thing that could fuck my amazing world up completely, it's rampant jealousy. No way can I answer that question, period!
"Mom, you know I don't like making comparisons like that. That's why I'm going to tell you to stop making so many conditions. You're going to do what I say and suck me off already."
He chuckled, because she engulfed his cockhead even as he said that. Then he had to take an extended pause from speaking, as he felt a surge of pleasure from her hot mouth that actually made his toes curl. He finally resumed, "Not only that, but no more of these stupid restrictions on when I can play with your tits. I'll play with them when I want!"
She didn't reply at first, since she was busy bobbing on him. She trapped his cockhead between her teeth and inner cheek. She had some special moves to use on him like that, plus she loved creating a lewd bulge in her cheek. He's right. Who am I to place limitations on such a virile, cum-filled boy? He needs a lot of hot, stacked babes to help him with his condition. Mmmm!
After another minute or two, she switched back to regular bobbing, but with extra tight suction, and used her favorite corkscrew move on him. She was still thinking about what he'd said. He's so right, as usual. I need to see things from his point of view. Maintaining order over a bunch of tamed busty babes can't be easy. He can't have any of us arguing with each other or telling him what he can or can't do, or there will never be any peace. He has to be firm in ruling and controlling us all!
Oh God! So hot! MMMM! She briefly peeked up at him out of one eye. Look at him there up above me, so tall and strong! Gaaawwwd, it just makes me want to suck and lick and stroke! Which I happen to be doing already! She giggled to herself.
My role is to just lie back or drop to my knees and let him have his way with my curvy body, minus that one thing that God says mommies and sons should never do. Mmmm! And the fact is, I absolutely love it when he takes charge like that! My son is such a strong and POWERFUL young man!
He'd long given up on getting a verbal reply, since she looked totally blissed out with her eyes closed, and her lips locked around his thick shaft. She just kept "mmmm"-ing louder and louder while he tugged lightly on her nipples.
But then she opened her eyes and saluted him deferentially while giggling. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir! Sex Cow Mommy reporting for duty!" Her face dove back into his crotch and she gobbled on his dick with renewed vigor. Meanwhile she put her hands on his hands, making sure that he didn't move them away from her breasts as he pulled on her nipples like teats on a cow.
But that wasn't enough for Alan. He was upset at her attempt to get him to rank her above Suzanne, but he also was surging with a sense of power from her quickly caving to his demands. He could feel his "Bad Alan" side taking charge. He said, "Not good enough. Mom, give me your tits. All of them. Right now!"
Susan pondered how she could "give" him "all of her tits." She didn't know what that meant exactly, especially since he was already playing with her tits to his heart's content, but she definitely loved the general attitude behind it. She decided she needed to reward him for being so bold, but that was hard to do since she was in the middle of sucking him off already.
But then she came up with an idea that she hoped would satisfy him even more. She sat up straighter and spit into her cleavage. She had him sit down on the edge of the bed. Then she positioned his dick between her massive mammaries and began a spirited titfuck.
As she lifted her tits up and down on either side of his shaft, she looked up into his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Son! You're right. It was wrong of me to deny you my tits. So wrong! Forgive me, please?"
He was already fighting the urge to cum, so all he could say in response was "Ungh!" But he thought, Mom's sexual passion is amaaaazing! Who would have believed that a prudish Bible thumper had a cock-loving slut inside her, waiting to come out? Man!
The titfuck was only the first part of her plan to outdo even her usual blowjob style. Her jaw was still tired from so much cocksucking earlier that afternoon, plus the many non-stop minutes of sucking since entering his room, but she didn't want to use the titfuck as an excuse for resting her jaw. Instead, she tilted her head downward and managed to suck on much of his cockhead even as she slid his prick through her wonderfully slippery cleavage. She figured a great combined titfuck and cocksucking beat just an "ordinary" cocksucking.
She thought, He's right. How dare I deny him anything?! My tits are here to SERVE him! To serve my incredible son! How DARE I put myself above Suzanne, or ask him to compare us?! Whichever big-titted cocksucker he asks for at any time, that's the one he should get! YES! That is soooo right! She was so overjoyed by this epiphany that she wanted to scream out loud.
However, her mouth was still sucking on his thick, throbbing cock. It wasn't at all easy to suck and titfuck him at the same time. In fact, it was a pain in the neck in a very literal sense. But she was determined, so she would slide her lips over as much of his cockhead as she could manage, and then lick all she could reach with her tongue while her lips sucked tightly and her tits moved around his trapped shaft. Then, after a minute or so, she would have to pull off to recover, during which she would "merely" titfuck him for another minute until she was ready to begin again, after which the process would repeat.
She loved the challenge of it. Her supreme challenge was to engulf all of his cockhead and then some, so she could work her lip-and-tongue magic on his sweet spot. But that was tough for any woman to do, and her immense breasts only added to the difficulty. Still, she wanted it so badly that from time to time she would succeed.
Time passed. Eventually he decided to make himself more comfortable. He reached for some pillows on the bed and placed them behind him. Then he changed position so that his head rested on the pillows, lying almost supine. He spread his legs as wide as he could. He figured, correctly, that the additional room would help her lips reach that much further down his shaft.
In recent weeks, Susan had truly become expert at pleasuring him. She'd learned the "moods" of his penis even better than he had. She could sense when he was getting dangerously close to cumming, and she knew just how much to ease off for a while, effectively giving him a mini-break while continuing to arouse him non-stop. When she got in a groove like that, she could keep him in a rapturous state near the edge almost indefinitely.
However, there were limits to what she could do. Eventually she thought, I love Tiger's stamina so very much, but at times like this I kind of hate it too. What do I have to do to get him to cum?! It's impossible!
She loved hyping him up to herself so much that she had conveniently forgotten that she could make him climax any time she wanted, and it was just her careful effort to avoid that outcome that had kept him going so long. Still, I can't hold out much longer. We've been at it for half an hour, at least! Wow, that's pretty amazing. That makes me feel good! I wish I could just keep going and going, but this blowjob-titfuck combo is extremely taxing. I think it's time I get him off now, quickly, before I'm forced to stop from sheer exhaustion or cramped jaw muscles.
Son, are you ready to squirt your spermy love all over your mommy's face? Mmmm! I can almost taste the sweet cum bath already!
She rarely looked him in the eye because she was usually focusing all of her attention on his erection. However, the next time she went back to "merely" titfucking him, she looked up at him with a combination of wanton lust and motherly love.
She craned her head back down, but that time only to lick him. As her tongue worked around and around his sweet spot, she moaned between her licking and heavy breathing, "My son... My love... My man... MMMM! ... My body belongs to you, Son... Mmmm... No man, no man can... can touch it... Only you... Touch my tits, any time... Mmmm, yes! ... All of me... Anywhere... Belongs to you... To serve you... Slave for you... MMMM! Forever!"
That pushed him over the edge. He suddenly remembered the earlier phone call between Susan and Brenda, and especially the way Susan had talked in such loving and passionate terms about how her son would "forcibly fuck my face." He suddenly sat up on the bed and scooted forward. As he felt his balls tighten, he grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his dick deep into her mouth. He kept hold of her like that, with her barely able to breathe, as he unloaded his balls directly against her tonsils.
Susan had trouble with her gag reflex. She knew she hadn't yet figured out how to deep throat him, but she tried to make up for that with everything else she could do. She loved that she had him so deep in her mouth that she was making lewd choking and gagging noises, and hearing herself inspired her even more. She sucked him so hard that he felt less like he was shooting into her mouth than that there was a high-powered vacuum cleaner pulling every last bit of sperm from his balls. Even as that was happening, she continued to slide her soft globes all over the lower part of his shaft.
It seemed that every square inch of his erection was receiving as much loving attention and stimulation as was humanly possible. He felt so good that the room started to spin and he had to fight not to faint away. He was forced to lie back on the bed.
Susan was on the brink of climax herself. She merely touched her clit and then she was cumming along with him. In fact, she continued to cum in a long, wonderful multiple orgasm, that kept going long after he had shot his load. By the time she was done, her inner thighs were soaked.
