Part 47: I Kissed a Girl

Day 58: Tuesday, November 12

Chapter 1

When Alan awoke on Tuesday morning, his first thoughts went to wondering about his mother and her shifting moods. Yesterday was great! Especially last night. That fashion show was fuckin' fantastic! Who would believe me, that four total babes like that would take turns showing off in sexy outfits while Mom steadily jacked me off? And Aims! Sweet, sweet Aims. As she would put it, awesomtastariffic! He snickered happily.

But today! It sucks that I have to go back to school. But on the plus side, today's a friggin' Tuesday! I hope Mom still has her special thing about Tuesdays, 'cos I'm definitely much more psyched about this day of the week than ever before, thanks to her. Maybe that'll stop her from sliding back into one of her prudish moods. And what about my dick? Will it be able to handle today's stimulation? Or did I push it too far last night? Hmmm, I'm not getting a boner right now, despite so many arousing and very vivid memories. Not good.

However, he realized that he'd woken up before his alarm clock was due to go off, no doubt due to his anticipation of sexy morning fun. But even so, he was feeling tired and wanted to rest a little longer.

A few minutes later, Susan knocked on his door. After hearing him grunt out a "Come in," she poked her head in the door. "Tiiiiger! Good morning!"

He opened his eyes and was rewarded with such an inspirational sight of his mother bending forward that his penis immediately engorged to full size.

Not messing with success, Susan was wearing a sexy nightie again. The only difference was that this recently-purchased nightie was even more revealing than the one she'd worn the previous morning. It actually covered her thoroughly from head to toe (if 'covered' was the correct word), except for her hands and feet, but that was fine with Alan because the fabric was almost completely transparent. The only fabric that actually visibly covered anything was a thin strip of extra fabric trim that went around her waist, and another strip that went straight down the middle of her front, covering its front closure.

Not surprisingly, she also wore high heels.

She let him get a good long look at her all-but-totally-nude body, and then said playfully, "Tiger, the way I look at it, you have two choices. You can stay in bed and catch some more Z's until your alarm rings, or you can come downstairs now and maybe we can have some special time together." She stayed leaning over for no reason at all other than to give him a great look at her dangling, slightly swinging melons.

Alan sat up suddenly in a very dramatic manner. Since he'd lately been sleeping in the nude, that put his newly-erect boner on display. With a big smile on his face, he sat on the edge of his bed and asked, "Does that answer your question?"

She stepped forward. "Oh my!" She licked her lips, and looked back to the door. It was clear that she was considering blowing him right then and there, but she was also mindful that Katherine's room was right across the hall. She took another step closer and said, "Do you realize that today is a Tuesday?"

"I'm well aware of it. I love Tuesdays."

She licked her lips again while staring so intently at his lightly swaying hard-on that it seemed she hadn't heard his reply. Then she apparently came to a decision because she suddenly rushed out of the room. As she closed the door behind her, she said, "See you downstairs!"

As he sat there, he thought, Man oh man! Mom gets me so fuckin' horny! That's like zero to sixty in two seconds. And to think I was worried I'd have trouble getting erect today. Phew! He hopped up and started putting on his clothes with a hurried purpose.

A minute later, he literally skipped and jogged his way downstairs, through the house, until he got to his mother, who was standing in the kitchen still wearing her high heels and long see-through nightie. Wow! She's lookin' so fuckin' good! I can't believe I've got a centerfold mom!

Susan stood in front of the sink, looking like she was busy washing the dishes. But the water wasn't turned on, because she was really just standing there waiting for her son. She gave no indication that she was aware he'd entered the room, but she was aware of little else.

He decided to do something he'd forgotten to do the morning before. He stealthily crept up behind her, lifted her nightie, and fondled her ass. By her rules, that was the only touching he was technically permitted, under the absurd fiction that it helped him "get her attention." He was pretty sure that rule would go by the wayside, as it usually did, once she got hot and bothered enough.

No words were said, but soon she was breathing heavily and moaning loudly with her usual "Mmmm!" noises. Neil Diamond's song "Forever in Blue Jeans" was playing on the stereo. Susan had long been a Neil Diamond fan, but in the past she'd rarely played music by him or anyone else. Alan was pleased that she was listening to music more often these days.

She was bent over the sink, so the movement of his hands pressed her up against it. His heart was pounding hard due to his excitement. He rubbed his hands over every inch of her bare ass, including playing with her anus, but although he came right up to it, he was careful to avoid touching her pussy. He thought that the region between her vagina and asshole was a boundary zone that he could slowly redefine over time.

Her nightie was proving to be a bit troublesome for him. It was much longer than the other ones she'd been wearing lately, and it kept falling down over her ass. Luckily, her ass was thrust out at a perfect ninety-degree angle, so once he hoist the nightie up over her lower back, it stayed there.

But as great as playing with her ass was, it wasn't enough. He knew she tended to be inconsistent about allowing him to play with her hefty tits, mostly depending on how horny she was. He knew she appeared to be pretty horny at the moment, but just to be on the safe side he distracted her with compliments as he pulled her nightie down her arms. "Mom, it's true. You really ARE a centerfold mom. That's not just some hype. Your body is so sexy and perfect that it defies description!"

Her face flushed, but with pride and happiness instead of embarrassment. "You're just saying that." She obligingly helped him remove the nightie by moving her arms at just the right times.

"No I'm not," he said with conviction. "If anything, I'm understating it." He rubbed his thinly covered erection against her thighs, making her shiver and shake.

"Wh-what are you doing to my nightie?" she asked, as she felt it being slowly pulled all the way off her body. "You're not taking it off, are you?"

"Well, I kind of am. I'm sorry. I love your new nightie, but I just have to see your body in all its naked glory. Besides, I have the right to choose what you wear at any time, and now I want you wearing nothing at all." He tossed the nightie on the counter and pressed his body against hers from behind. That pushed his boner back into her thigh, only inches from her hot pussy, as he leaned over her and held both her huge breasts in his hands.

"Well, okay," she said uncertainly. "You do have that right. But don't forget the boundaries." She winced, because she knew she was already violating them herself by letting him do this much, but it felt too good for her to muster up the words to tell him to stop.

She thought, I'm so naughty, but I just can't help it! It feels so right that I should be completely naked for my son. I just wish he was allowed to touch me everywhere! I wish he could rub his BIG COCK right against my pussy lips! Oh! Oh no! Can't! Too hot! She felt on the verge of an impending cum, but then it passed and she was able to control her emotions again (well, mostly).

As he freely groped her mammaries and fiddled with her nipples, he said, "You know, Mom, it's pretty incredible how big your jugs are. How did that happen?"

She took the question seriously, and answered, "Well, genetics, I guess. After all, you've seen my mother, and my many sisters, and some of the other females in my family. They're all pretty well endowed in that area. Heck, some of my sisters have daughters coming into bloom, and they're just as endowed as their mothers, or even more so! Mom even joked that there must be something special in the Nebraska corn. All the men in the family seem to have some kind of boob fetish, because they pick very busty wives. Plus, we were all well fed and we exercised a lot. It was practically a sin to leave any food on our plates."

As he fondled her soft tit-flesh, he said, "Thank God for Nebraska corn. There is something special from Nebraska: YOU! Your mother and sisters are pretty, but you're totally gorgeous! But what I really love is your kind, loving heart." He rubbed his thinly-covered cock against her ass crack.

She blushed. "Pshaw! Stop with all the compliments, or I'm gonna cum all over the place!"

He snickered, "That would be terrible!" Knowing that she liked to be controlled, he said, "Don't worry, that won't happen. Starting right now, you're not allowed to cum until I say so."

She pouted, "Oh, son! Oh, poo! You're such a meanie." But that made her even more horny, so she started humping her ass back into his boner.

After a minute or two he announced, "I'm taking off my shorts to give my dick some air."

"Okay," she said uncertainly, "if you must, but please remember the boundaries. Remember your promise."

He thought, Damn, why did she have to bring that up? Torture! She's soooo fuckable!

He removed his shorts and tossed them aside, then held his stiff rod and immediately resumed rubbing it against her thigh. I'm probably the only guy on Earth to endure such pleasurable torture. I could just stick it in her right now! I'm so close! But she seems to think this is okay while real fucking is incest. I just have to live with that boundary and get used to it, at least until she changes. I have to be the good, obedient son. But damn. Fuck! So fucking close! Well, I might as well enjoy what I've got.

Up to that point, he'd been careful not to hump into her too much so she wouldn't complain, but now he began to press into her rhythmically. He liked not having to wear his shorts, so he pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it away for good measure. He leaned back over her and resumed kneading her massive tits.

In the midst of their heavy petting, she said, "Tiger, I'm so sorry about last night. I was so tired. I didn't plan to fall asleep but the next thing I knew it was morning."

He said, "That's okay. Why are you apologizing?"

She answered, "Because I failed to tuck you in and give you a goodnight kiss. It's mommy's duty to make sure you fall asleep deeply satisfied, with your cock completely drained dry. Please forgive me!"

She nearly shouted this last part as she felt his hard-on slide up into her ass crack. He was eager to take advantage of her nudity. She thought for a moment that he would stick it in somewhere much deeper, but he was content to keep the length of it trapped between her ass cheeks.

He was so involved with that that he didn't respond to her plea for forgiveness.

She wailed, Oh my goodness! He won't forgive me! I have to do better serving his cock! He's so right. I failed him; I don't deserve to be forgiven! I have to redouble my efforts to be his favorite cocksucking, big-titted, centerfold mommy!

He slid his body down hers, rubbing his throbbing cock all the way down one of her legs until he reached the back of her knee. Then he repeated the process on her other side. Wherever his cock went, it left a trail of pre-cum like the slimy path of a snail.

She was moaning like an animal. She worried that Katherine would hear her from upstairs, but she was too hot to stop or even quiet down.

She asked in a near whisper, "Can I cum yet?"

"No."

"Mmmm! MMMM! Oh God!" Her entire body wiggled and writhed as she struggled to control her urges. He said that so decisively! SO HOT! His control over my naughty body is growing!

But still he wasn't satisfied. He drew his standing body up closer to his mother's bent-over figure, imagining his cock going only the few extra inches forward it would need to enter her pussy.

She could sense from the way his legs rubbed up against hers and his hand braced on her ass that he had his erection poised as if to enter her pussy. Her legs slowly spread apart, causing her to slide a little way down from the sink. She wiggled her ass seductively. Her body, especially her pussy, really wanted his big prong.

Her lower body seemed to act on its own, but her mind wasn't so sure. She thought, This could be it! My son is going to fuck me! Should I let it happen? I could. All I need to do is say the right word! I need it so bad, but it's so wrong. I'd be on the express train to Hell, but my body has needs! I need it! Besides, I failed him last night, not tucking him in. I have to make up for it by giving him my HOT CUNT!

She was torn between logic and lust. She didn't know what to say or quite how she felt, so in the end she didn't say anything at all. It was up to Alan to make a move. However, she kept wiggling her ass around enticingly, hoping he'd choose to take the plunge, completely filling her. That way she'd get all the joy without having the guilt of having asked or permitted him to do it.

Alan thrust his hips forward. He felt like this could be his big moment, his chance to finally fuck his own mother.

But in the end he chickened out. His cock drove between her legs, but he purposely went too low. He slid it between her legs rather than entering her. He was so frustrated he thought he would cry, but, by a matter of a couple inches, he managed not to break his real promise to her, which was to never disobey her direct commands.

He consoled himself by slowly dry humping her, sliding his slick dick back and forth between her legs. His cock was a bit low, so it was actually squeezed between her thighs.

She squeezed her legs tight so that her thigh flesh folded around his thick erection, somewhat like a titfuck. She moaned her usual, "Mmmm. Mmmm! MMMM!"

He just grunted his agreement. Her thighs and his cock were both so wet that he slid back and forth almost effortlessly. It felt amazingly good - he almost could close his eyes and imagine he was really fucking. He idly wondered why he'd never heard of thigh fucking before. Then it occurred to him that if two people got this intimate, they normally wouldn't stop there but would really fuck instead.

He thought to himself, Okay, come on, you're inches away. Just put it in! What's the problem? You know she totally wants it; so what if she'll feel bad later? Don't be a chicken. She'll get over it. Just DO IT, you idiot!

But he had visions of her crying and feeling guilty and greatly distressed afterwards. Deep down, he didn't want to do it unless she had completely made peace with the idea, rather than just being carried away by a temporary surge of lust. Unfortunately, his body was calling out for satisfaction and his throbbing boner needed release. As he thrust his shaft back and forth between her thighs, he could feel the urge for a proper fucking slowly take over. The temptation was just too much to resist.

Susan, too, was beside herself with lust. She was thinking much the same things he was thinking. She knew that if she gave in now, she'd feel awful later. But she was beyond the point of caring; she was ready to cry out for him to stick it in.

Susan had been panting and moaning so loudly that Katherine had heard her from the top of the stairs. So Katherine came strolling into the kitchen and dining room area fully expecting to see a blowjob or titfuck, based on the lusty sounds she'd been hearing, but what she actually saw took her breath away.

"HOOOLY... ! Holy FUCK!" Her heart leapt to her throat. As she cried out, she looked closer and saw that although Alan and Susan were both totally naked and making humping motions, they weren't actually having intercourse (though she'd thought at first that they were). It was an easy mistake for someone to make.

Susan heard her daughter's voice and her body immediately seized up. She stood up and moved suddenly, leaving Alan's rampant boner thrusting into nothingness. She tried to cover her ample chest with both arms as she turned to her daughter with a horrified look. "Angel! It's not what you think!"

That made Alan really want to cry. He'd been so close, he could almost taste it (and he certainly could smell her aroused pussy!). But he too had been momentarily panicked by the unexpected voice, which had served to cool his ardor as well. When he saw that it was just his sister, his instinct was simply to go back to what he'd been doing and damn the consequences. However, he couldn't, since his mother had pulled away from him and their mood had been broken. It was obvious that Susan had been really spooked.

"That looks like a fun way to say good morning," Katherine finally said. "How's breakfast coming, Mom?"

Susan stood there panting for some moments. She was terribly frustrated too, since at Alan's command she'd been holding back from cumming for so long. Now that urge too had passed, thanks to the interruption.

Attempting to regain some dignity, she tried to wipe her thighs clean of the pussy juices that had run down them. But that only made her feel more ashamed, because now her hands were wet with her own intimate fluids. Still naked, she went over to the stove, where she had some oatmeal ready to be heated.

Chapter 2

"Good morning, Angel," Susan said. She tried to sound normal, like preparing breakfast in only her high heels and glasses was not out of the ordinary, but her voice was quivery. She grasped the countertop near the stove to keep her shaky legs from collapsing. "How are you doing? Tiger was just, uh..."

"I'm not doing as well as you, I see," Katherine replied, giggling. She had her hands on her hips, and was wearing a leotard, but pulled down so all of her big breasts were hanging out.

Susan frowned at her daughter's outfit and busied herself with cooking, still trying to maintain some reputation and decorum. Then she remembered that she needed to do something about her own nudity, and especially her swampy pussy and inner thighs. With trembling hands, she found her nightie in a heap on the counter and started to put it back on. "It's really not what you think. Really! Tiger was just, um..."

Katherine could have teased Susan some more, but decided her mother needed sympathy at the moment. She didn't want her to have another prudish freak-out. "I know, Mom. He was just slipping it between your legs. I saw."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Susan sighed with great relief. "Because, you know, the other thing is wrong. Completely wrong! Not between mothers and sons!" She looked at the scandalous way Katherine was dressed and wagged a chiding finger at her. "Or between brothers and sisters. Never forget that!"

Katherine rolled her eyes, but again she held her tongue.

Alan was frustrated, mostly because he'd reached a wonderful plateau right on the edge of orgasm that seemed to last forever. But now that had been lost. He found his T-shirt on the floor and put it back on, but he deliberately neglected to put his shorts back on as well.

Susan realized after the fact that it had been a mistake to put her nightie back on so quickly. Her crotch was still totally soaked. In fact, there were rivulets dripping down nearly to her knees. Yet she couldn't clean herself without messing up her nightie or having to bend over and lift it way up. She decided to just ignore her wet condition for the moment, and try to stay facing the stove.

Then she turned her head toward Alan, looking at him with mournful eyes. It seemed like she would cry. "Tiger, I want to thank you for being strong and not ... taking advantage of the situation. But we shouldn't have gotten into that position in the first place!" She explained to Katherine, "He started getting my attention, and well, somehow things just got out of hand. It's a good thing you came in when you did."

Susan looked back to her son. "Could you please not do that again? You know, getting your penis that close to my ... you know. With all that rubbing up against me like that, it's more than I can take! If we keep doing that, something might happen! We really, really can't do anything like that again. Absolutely."

"Okay, Mom, okay. Sorry." He sat on a stool by the kitchen counter, buried his head in his hands for a minute, and tried to get a grip on himself. He wasn't sad; he just needed to control his horny urges. Fuck. I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if I don't get to fuck Mom soon. Fuck! What awful timing! If only Sis had waited a minute or two more...

He sighed, and then looked up at his mother. Now she's just cooking breakfast as happy as you please. Technically she's "dressed," but she looks even more obscene and fuckable in that outrageous see-through nightie than if she was still buck naked! I don't believe it. How am I supposed to cope with all this round-the-clock temptation? Well, I gotta fuck something. I need to put my dick in some hole right now or I'm going to burst!

He looked at his sister, now standing above him.

Katherine said lustily to her brother, "Big Brother, aren't you going to say hello to me too? I don't think you've fully 'captured my attention.' This outfit is especially suited for just that very thing; that's why I wore it."

"I'm sorry, Little Sis. Niiiice outfit, by the way." He took a better look at his sister standing in front of the refrigerator just a few feet away, wearing something she and Suzanne had bought the night before. At first glance it looked like a shiny silver one-piece leotard or bathing suit, until he realized that her boobs and pussy were uncovered.

She came closer, allowing him to rub against the smooth skin of her crotch. She even put her hands behind her head, striking a sexy, submissive pose while making clear that she wasn't going to do anything to stop him.

He was careful not to go inside her pussy with his fingers (because of the latest rule on touching that his mother had imposed). But her clit was fair game, so he paid it a lot of attention. His other hand ran up and down her legs. He thought, Maybe I'll be able to fuck her somehow before school. At least fuck her mouth. Something. Anything! I'm so horny right now, it's almost not a joke to say it's a good thing there aren't any sheep around here! Sheesh!

Susan turned from her cooking and watched her two children. After only another minute or two, she said, "Okay. I think you've got her attention by now." Normally she would have had a hissy-fit at seeing her daughter in such an outfit, but as happened so frequently these days, she couldn't really complain given what she herself had been wearing and doing.

Besides, she was getting hotter and hotter just watching, imagining that the nearby pussy that Alan was playing with was her own. She felt completely naked because the silky nightie draped on her very loosely. The feel of the cloth as it brushed against her skin was a constant turn-on, and the smell of her pungent, wet pussy only aroused her even more. The previous night's fashion show was the unspoken thought on everyone's mind, in part because virtually all the outfits they had worn were just like what she and Katherine were wearing at that moment.

"Hey, no fair, Mom!" Katherine complained as she reluctantly pulled away and sat down on a stool next to her brother. "Talk about double standards. You said he could touch my pussy just like he could touch your ass. And you've just been at it for way longer!"

Alan had taken his hand away, but said, "Okay, fine. But Mom, I'm soooo aroused from what we just did that I think I'm going to pop a gasket. If I can't get off with Sis, then you have to help me. Somebody. Anybody!"

Susan tried to sound like a reasonable mother, as she fought her own lusty urges. "Well, Tiger, I think things got a little out of hand just now. Thankfully, Angel came along in time. What we all need to do is cool down a little."

Alan griped, "That's easy for you to say, Mom, but that's not how guys' plumbing works. I'm so hard and throbbing that I just gotta get off!"

Katherine looked over at her brother's boner, poking out below the edge of his shirt (since he hadn't put his shorts back on). She said, "Mom, have some mercy on the poor guy. His cock is stiff and needy. Are we not his personal cocksuckers? This is our duty, to take care of it. After all, aren't we trying to get him to cum as much as possible?"

Susan frowned. She wasn't worried about Alan cooling down so much as she wanted herself to cool down. She was frightened by what she had almost allowed to happen. But the fact that she was still terribly horny made her susceptible to suggestions. "Well ... I don't know..."

Alan begged, "Oh, come on Mom, please!"

Katherine continued to press his case for him. "Mom, look at you. You're wearing that totally see-through, totally sexy nightgown, and high heels to boot! You can't take a step without showing off your gigantic bouncing boobies, your firm bubble butt, and your sopping wet pussy. Have mercy on the guy. Your outfit screams 'I live to suck my son's fat knob.' So if you won't let me do it, do it yourself!"

Susan turned quickly, fully exposing her front, causing her big breasts to sway wildly, moving around like extremely full and firm water balloons.

Alan growled with lusty frustration.

Susan suggested, "Angel, you do have one time you're allowed a day, you know. You could use that now."

Katherine replied, "I'm tempted, but no. I'm not gonna use up my time when he's gonna blow in like two seconds. You do it."

Smiling, Susan walked around the counter, knelt in front of him, and began jacking him off. "Well, if you insist."

She breathed sexily directly on his cockhead. "Mmmm! It's wet and sticky already, just the way I like it. Tiger is such a good boy. Such a big, good, smart, understanding, and terribly cum-filled boy. Mommy's so proud of her sex-stud son. What do you think? Is Angel right? Does my outfit scream 'I live to suck my son's fat knob?' Because if it does, maybe I should do just that."

"Yes! Yes!" he groaned. "Please! Please!" Normally, he tried to retain control of sexual situations, or at least the appearance of control. He'd noticed women found that sexy and appealing. But at that moment he'd so lost his cool that he was on the verge of begging.

Katherine urgently pointed out, "Mom, he could blow at any time, and look at you!"

Susan looked down at herself in confusion, even as she stroked Alan's boner. "What?"

"You're seriously overdressed. You're the one who always says that we have to be topless when serving his cock."

"But I'm effectively completely nude wearing this," Susan said while steadily pumping her son's shaft.

"True, but that's a nice, expensive outfit, and you just know he's gonna shoot all of his hot, sticky cum all over you."

Katherine was going to say more, but Susan quickly agreed. "Good point!" However, instead of undressing, she started licking Alan's sweet spot. At the same time, she mumbled through her licks, "Angel, could you please ... pull this off my shoulders?"

"Certainly!" Katherine got very touchy-feely with her mother as she pulled the nightie down. She loved running her hand over Susan's silky smooth back. She was tempted to do more, but she didn't want to push her luck, at least without some excuse. So, once the nightie was pulled down around Susan's waist, she asked, "Should I take it all the way off?"

"Nmmm-nmmm." Susan was so intent on licking that she didn't speak very clearly, but it was enough for Katherine to understand. The horny girl reluctantly let go and went back to sitting on her stool.