Alan left the Nut House pub with a raging hard-on. He was sorely tempted to masturbate to climax, maybe even before he got home. Even more tempting was the idea of letting Susan or Katherine "take care of it."
But he thought, No. I can't do that, and I especially can't let someone else get involved. That would cheapen the special moment that Christine and I just shared. Besides, if I climax over what happened, that will only fan the flames. I have to put out the fire instead! And that starts right now, by thinking unsexy thoughts.
Since he was driving in the car, he turned on the radio. Being politically liberal, he turned to a right wing talk radio station to get pissed off. It worked. In just a matter of minutes he went flaccid and was angrily talking back at the things the talk show host was saying.
He turned the radio off even before he got home because he didn't want to get too angry. Besides, he was growing increasingly depressed. The Christine situation was frustrating enough, because he couldn't see a solution there. He envisioned a lot of painful 'blue balls' situations with her in the future. But his homework worries also weighed heavily on his mind as he drove.
Overall, meeting with Christine was a good thing as far as my tests tomorrow go. She whipped me into shape in short order. That saved me a lot of time, even with all the ice cream and talking and kissing afterwards. But the kissing! Damn the kissing! I can't think about that. Not tonight, not ever. Let's hope that satisfied her kissing curiosity and she won't bring it up again.
Why do I have the sneaking feeling that that's a big fat lie? Life just got a lot more complicated. UGH!
He walked back into the house and straight to his room without anyone greeting him.
Susan came in to ask him about his study session a few minutes later, but she seemed keen on not distracting him from doing his homework, so it was an entirely non-sexual interaction. True, she was wearing nothing but the same short robe and high heels that she'd had on earlier, but all she did was ask him a few questions about his homework and how late he thought he'd be staying up.
He was both relieved and bummed by that, since he was still feeling a horny buzz from his time with Christine. But he hid it well. While he mentioned that he'd had a study session with Christine, he avoided mentioning that he'd met her in a cafe or the interesting things that had transpired there.
Ironically, the troubles arising from his necking with Christine helped his resolve to study, because it was easier for him to do his homework than to think about how to deal with Christine in the future. As a result, he put his nose to the grindstone and got a lot done.
Susan eventually came in before midnight to give him a goodnight kiss. It actually was just a relatively tame French kiss, at least by recent Plummer household standards.
She stood up and said, "Good night. I'm sure you don't want your mother to pester you about cocksucking every single minute of the day, so I'll let you be. That is... unless...?"
He grinned. "No. Sorry."
She nodded. "I didn't think so. Sweet dreams, and don't ever forget that I love you."
"Love you too, Mom. G'night." Thinking she was about to go, he picked up the book he'd been reading before she came in.
But she didn't leave immediately. She stood next to where he lay reading in bed, still wearing the same short robe and high heels she'd had on at dinner and when she'd visited his room after he'd returned home from the pub. She was fidgeting in a very distracting manner.
"Tiger, there's something I need to talk to you about." She shifted nervously as he put his book down and looked up. "It's about boundaries. Well, my boundaries actually." She blushed and lowered her gaze, unable to look her son in the eye as she worked up her courage.
He was caught completely unprepared for this kind of behavior and topic. "Huh?" he asked in a bewildered tone.
He put his book away completely and braced himself for a big lecture. She hadn't had any major 'boundary issues' since the therapy visit to Xania's office, but he figured that another prudish backlash was due.
He thought, What kind of boundaries is she going to put in place now? And just when we're ready to finally fuck, too. Is this going to be another backslide to her prudish ways?!
She plowed ahead before she could lose her nerve. "I want you to violate my boundaries more often! I'm one of your official personal cocksuckers, and more. That means I should NEVER tell you no! There should be NO boundaries! My body is an erotic playground for YOUR pleasure! Is that clear?"
He simply nodded, too shocked at her passionate outburst to speak.
"And don't feel guilty or worry about 'unfairness.' The more pleasure I give you, the more you give me. It's a positive feedback loop that has no end. So don't worry if I call myself your 'sex pet' or 'fuck toy' or the like. Thinking and talking like that helps get both of us worked up, and there's nothing bad in that. Is THAT clear?"
He nodded again.
"From now on, whenever you want to or need to really 'get my attention,' there's one way that's the best way to do it. Push your cock all the way into my ass and flex it around! Just like you did to me yesterday. Don't tell me you're going to do it or ask for my permission, just bend me over and stretch my asshole around your big, fat, hard, manly cock-meat any time you feel like it! You know my ass is always lubed and ready for you now, so there's no need for words whenever you stuff my butt with your humongous prick!"
He was trying to will his erection not to get hard, but not really succeeding. He smiled, but he rolled his eyes in frustration too. "Oh, is that all?"
She quickly corrected, "No. I mean, I know you're only human. I'm not talking about a serious assfuck every time, although that would be nice. It's just that intimate feeling of fullness back there is what I'm craving."
He noticed that her robe, which had been hanging loosely on her to begin with, was somehow magically opening up still further as she stood there, even though her hands had never moved to adjust it. Her erect nipples soon came into view.
She giggled, adding, "For starters. Of course, I'd love it even more if you want to give me an excellent buggering, but I know you have limits... Wouldn't it be great if you could surprise me with a fuck up the ass, then turn me over and fuck my hungry cunt? Then, after you've filled those holes to the brim so I'm leaking your sperm everywhere, you'd go for the hat trick and deposit another load in my talking cunt. You know, my mouth. Wouldn't that be nice if you could do that every time you see me?"
Her sash was slowly coming undone, bringing her dark brown bush into view. Her voice sped up as her enthusiasm grew. "Oh, and then you'd fuck my tits and leave a big load on my chest so I could rub it around and smear it in, leaving me all spermy smelling. Not to mention, I love it when you make my skin all shiny with your pearly elixir. And with the cum dripping off of my tits, plus another new load on my face, the other three women could have such a tasty time cleaning me up! And then the milk would start squirting..."
She was staring off into space, fantasizing, but snapped back to reality as it occurred to her that she shouldn't be talking about her milking plans just yet. "Oh. Sorry. Did I get carried away there?"
"Just a bit." He rolled his eyes again, though he was more amused by her enthusiasm than anything else.
He thought, "My talking cunt?" She's calling her mouth "my talking cunt" and it goes by without mention? What's next? This used to be my prudish ol' mom!
But he was frustrated too. It seemed that none of his women truly understood that he had limits, as none of them could fully fathom what he did with his other women at other times of the day. He was very aware of the fact that her robe had slid off one shoulder and then the other, as if acting all on its own. Only the loose sash around her waist kept it from falling all the way to the floor, and it looked like the sash was about to come completely undone. He had a feeling his penis would be called on very soon, but it was totally wiped out from an extremely busy day.
She continued forcefully, "Okay, let's get back to the preferable attention getting greeting. This will henceforth be the PROPER" - he couldn't miss the strong emphasis she placed on that word - "way to 'get my attention' in the future and I will expect you to do it properly at each and every opportunity that presents itself, from now on. Do I make myself clear?"
"Uh... sure, I guess. I'll try. But I may not always be up for it."
She gave him a heartwarming and very motherly smile. "I know you'll do your best, Tiger."
"Mom, are you SURE that you want me to fill your ass every single time that I-"
She closed her eyes and cupped the undersides of her large tits with both hands. "Absolutely!"
"Then I'll work harder on, uh, violating your boundaries, um, the way you ... uh... want me to?" He was confused. For one thing, he couldn't tell just how serious she was about this. To simply walk up and thrust his dick into her ass every time he said hello or wanted her attention was completely impractical.
She was so aroused that she looked like she was on the verge of a great orgasm, so he didn't know if she was just describing an erotic fantasy or what. But at the same time he also felt rather overwhelmed by her love and desire.
"Yes!" she breathed happily. "Just violate me generally, in every way you can! Mommy's proper place is bent over and naked, getting violated by her son!" She was panting hard. "Tiger, you make your mommy so very happy!"
She bent far over and kissed him again on the cheek. That caused her dangling breasts to swing wildly underneath her.
She mentally shouted to herself, I'm going to be his butt slut! I had the guts to tell him my fantasy, and he's going to do it! Well, one of my fantasies. Butt Slut is going to have to compete with my desires to be Tonsil Tickling Tart and Vaginal Vixen, hee-hee! Not to mention my favorite, Milky Mooing Mammary Mommy!
Okay, I know he won't be able to really stick his cock in my ass all that much, or in my other orifices, since he has so many other busty babes keeping his cock well-tended, but I love dreaming about it just the same. I simply can't get enough of him. Oh, Tiger!
His head bobbed as he watched her heaving bare chest swing and sway in every direction.
