Part 10: The Things We Do for Love

Day 30: Tuesday, October 15

Chapter 1

Alan looked down at himself. His weary penis had been flaccid seconds before, but now it was rigid again. This is insane! I'm sorry, Mom, but I have to fuck you right here and now! I don't care if this is called motherfucking; I don't care about anything anymore but fucking you! You're begging for it! I'm going to give it to you!

He stood up. His erection was pointing towards his mother, and it seemed to have a will of its own. It was homing in on her pussy as she writhed on the floor. He got down on his knees and began moving in over her. He had a very depraved and lusty look in his eyes.

She suddenly looked up at him and immediately sobered up. "Tiger! What do you think you're doing?!" She could tell he intended to fuck her, and she realized she had to do something fast to stop him.

She lunged forward as if she were attacking him. Her mouth aimed for his boner and it connected; she took his erection into her mouth as he fell backwards towards the bed. The gobs of cum that remained on her face and tits flew in every direction.

Alan hit the floor on his butt, and then his back hit the side of the bed. His mother still had her mouth wrapped around his cock. He was somewhat surprised that she had managed not to bite it or otherwise hurt it as he fell.

As they both adjusted and recovered, she thought, Oh my God! I have my son's member in my mouth! Actually, I should call it a cock now because I'm cocksucking! I'm a naughty, big-titted cocksucking mommy, hee-hee! It feels so GOOD! So THICK and BIG!

MMMM! Suzanne was so right about this! I can tell right away that I love it! Mmmm! I can barely stretch my lips around it. Hey, Suzanne was right about that too! She's such a genius!

Her entire body trembled with lust as she focused fully on the feeling of having her mouth filled with her son's cock. Everything about it was too thrilling and arousing for her to handle. She had to take some moments to adjust to breathing through her nose, but even that excited her beyond belief.

She felt as if she'd had an epiphany. This is major! Somehow, I can tell that this is a major turning point. It just feels so right to have my mouth stuffed with my son's massive cock! So wrong, but so right too! I'm going to suck him off to completion now, as best as I possibly can. But I can already sense this isn't going to be the only time. Oh no! In fact, what if ... what if I were to start stroking and sucking him all the time?! What if I totally fall in love with doing it?! OH GOD! Suzanne would approve, but it's just so naughty! But I can't help it!

She placed her hands on his knees and immediately began sucking vigorously. It was clear she was inexperienced in cocksucking, because at first she gagged repeatedly. But after a few attempts she learned not to try and take it in so deep. Her tongue and hands weren't really doing anything, because sliding her lips back and forth over his sweet spot while creating considerable suction took all her concentration.

He didn't care how clumsy or inexperienced she was. The mere fact that his prudish yet super sexy mother was the one blowing him was such a rush that he was nearly delirious. He grabbed her by her long, dark brown hair, and yelled, "Yes! Yes! Suck it! Like that! Keep sucking!"

With one hand he reached down and tried to grasp her boobs, which were now swinging wildly backwards and forwards in time to her bobbing head. But he was moving and so was she, and he couldn't concentrate, so all he could manage was some rough groping.

Still, he found that extremely exciting, since it was the first time she'd ever allowed him to touch her bare boobs with his hands.

Susan didn't like that though, fearing a repeat sexual escalation. So she paused long enough to help him sit up on the edge of the bed. She figured that her rack would be more out of reach if she sucked him while kneeling between his knees. Besides, there was something about that position that turned her on even more, at least in part because Suzanne had been hyping it so much of late.

He readily accepted the new position, reclining until his back rested against the wall. While it would have been nice to grope at the huge breasts he'd secretly lusted after for years, he was so far gone with pleasure from her steady cocksucking that he could hardly focus on anything else, let alone think clearly.

As she resumed her bobbing, she thought, Suzanne is a fellatio expert; that's obvious. She's got plenty of experience, that extra-long tongue of hers, and a naturally sexy attitude. I'm not about to embarrass myself compared to her. This may not be the right or moral thing to do. I don't know. Sometimes, the good Lord just doesn't give a clear sign. But it's what I'm doing, and darn it, I want to be as good as Suzanne is! I'm gonna put all my reservations aside and suck this fat cock like my life depends on it!

Susan quickly learned that a good technique was to suck as deeply down his shaft as her mouth could manage and then pull almost all the way off, and repeat, in an imitation of fucking (even though her definition of deep at this point wasn't very deep at all). Normally this would have set him off quickly, but since he had just cum twice in the last half hour he found that he could keep going and going.

Susan's whole body began bucking wildly again as she was wracked by more orgasms. Her private parts weren't being stimulated directly, but the sheer thrill of sucking her son's cock had aroused her more than anything in her entire life. All her reluctance and resistance vanished as she totally succumbed to some kind of cocksucking mania.

She tried to remember and implement the blowjob advice that Suzanne had given her, but it was hard to do. She was loving every last aspect of the experience, and she was as happy as she could be merely from having her son's cock filling her mouth. But from time to time she remembered her desire to become as good at this as Suzanne. She still was too far gone with lust to try out Suzanne's tips, but she did remember to focus more on his frenulum, the "sweet spot" on the inner side just below his cockhead.

She mostly kept her eyes closed to help her focus fully on what she was doing. Besides, that reduced her embarrassment a little bit. But from time to time she would peek up at him and see the rapturous expression on his face, which delighted her to no end. Before long he was continually moaning with pleasure, and that truly was music to her ears. Gosh, this is such FUN! Tough, but fun! I'm making Tiger so happy that I can't believe it! He's practically going out of his mind, thanks to ME!

After a few more minutes, she removed her mouth from his soaked boner and began jacking it off instead. For one thing, her jaw had grown tired surprisingly quickly, and for another she was eager to talk to him. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and there was cum and saliva drooling down her chin. "Tiger, Mommy is a real cocksucker now! What do you think of that?"

"Oh, Mom!" He was beyond speaking. There were no words to convey his joy. He was riding along the edge of orgasm, yet somehow he wasn't cumming quite yet. It was incredible.

She panted, "It's so good! It's just like Suzanne said it would be. Better, even!"

Her whole body bounced up and down like a pogo stick in time to her stroking. She sat on her legs with knees bent, with one foot between her legs where she was trying to press it into her pussy. As she bounced, she was able to gain a small measure of satisfaction by using her heel to rub against her clit. She could tell she'd be having more powerful "tingles" soon.

Then she had the great idea to lick around his cockhead (and especially over his sweet spot) while her hands stroked the rest. Her lips had been very busy, but her tongue hadn't really gotten involved before that.

She took to that combined action like a duck to water. She loved it so much from the get-go that she was frustrated that she hadn't started licking his erection years earlier. Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMM! So good! So yummy! He has such a POWERFUL and THICK cock! It's like I'm trying to tame it with my tongue by making him squirt, but that's no easy task, that's for sure. I could keep at this all day long! Mmmm! And it seems that every time I lick right ... here, I'm rewarded with one of Tiger's lusty moans. Mmmm! Especially when I lick him right HERE! She lapped fervently all over his sweet spot.

He thought, Holy fucking hell! That feels AWESOME! Mom's even better at licking than she is at sucking! Dang! Mom is licking my cock! I can't believe it!

Meanwhile, her hands flew back and forth over his turgid pole, even as she kept on licking all over his most sensitive spots.

Both mother and son were now truly beyond coherent speech, so they just screamed and moaned unintelligibly.

Finally, with the loudest groan yet, Alan began to shoot his seed.

Susan rapidly put her mouth back over his erection and prepared to swallow it all. Feeling him cum in her mouth had been a great fantasy of hers for days, ever since Suzanne had started talking about it, and now it was actually happening to her. She felt like she'd just won a million dollars.

He came, and came, and came again.

She rubbed her clit against her heel and had another orgasm, her best one yet.

She was amazed at the sheer amount of cum that rocketed into her mouth. But her inexperience betrayed her again; most of it dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin.

Both of them finally fell back in exhaustion.

Alan almost passed out on the spot, he was so spent, but he managed to stay conscious. He again looked at his mother. Now most of three loads of cum had landed on her face and chest, minus all the gobs that she'd eaten or swallowed directly.

She was rubbing his hot cum all over her face, working it into her skin. Then she took her cum-soaked hands and rubbed the rest all over her body, writhing like an exotic dancer.

"Oh!" she cried. "Tiger! My special son. You've covered me! Covered me in cum! So good!"

Her body bucked with erotic spasms, and he wondered if she'd orgasmed yet again. But eventually her hand movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether.

Chapter 2

They lay in silence for a few minutes. The only sound was their heavy breathing. It was as if both of them had just run an exhausting race.

The only thought going through Alan's mind was wondering how long it would take for his dick to recover, so he could give his mother the proper fucking she so richly needed. Looking at her massive boobs heave up and down with every heavy breath, he figured it wouldn't be long before he was hard again and he would be inside her.

Although she'd had some intense orgasms of her own, she wasn't feeling much of a post-orgasmic letdown. Everything was still too exciting to believe. She thought, Okay. Wow! I've gotta just chill out and stay calm. But how can I?! That's like living my entire life and only now discovering what color is. Or FOOD! This is practically as big as discovering how good it is to eat food! But perhaps that's not far off, because this kind of feels like the first REAL sex I've ever enjoyed. I know I've done things with Ron, letting him fuck me from time to time. But all of that pales in comparison to THIS! So it's like I've just discovered what sex is about, and it's as big as food. WOW!

The problem is, I'm going to want to do this all the time now. But I can't! I'm still his mother. I'm still a married woman. The Bible doesn't exactly approve of this. Besides, I have to be careful of the slippery slope. We very nearly went way too far! My task has to be helping with his visual stimulation and letting Suzanne stroke and suck him all the time. Every day. Darn. What a lucky girl she is!

She sat up and looked at him. She spoke calmly, if a bit raggedly. "Tiger, I enjoyed that" - that was a gross understatement, they both knew - "but it wasn't exactly what I had expected would happen here. To say the least! Remember. You have to remember, we have to have limits. Just like you have with Suzanne. If I didn't know better, I was afraid for a moment there that you were going to cross a line. We can't have that, can we?"

When he didn't answer, she answered for him. "No! We can't!"

She held his hand and tried to convey the seriousness of her words with a stern expression. Somehow her panties were still on, even though they were completely soaked. Both of them were drenched in sweat. "Do you understand me? Do you have the willpower to maintain limits?"

He suddenly felt very ashamed. His passion was rapidly abating in the wake of the change of mood, and he grappled with hiding his true feelings. He lied blatantly, "Yes, Mom. I would never think of such a thing."

Neither would even state what that thing was, but both knew they were talking about fucking. Mother fucking.

She was still worried. "You weren't planning to..." She couldn't say the words.

"No, Mom, of course not. Really. I don't know what I was doing; I just wanted more. But not that. Never!"

His lies apparently eased her concerns. And it was true that he was suppressing those particular incestuous desires, for the time being. He didn't want to take her forcefully or without her permission, and he was horrified that he'd just come so close to attempting to do that.

"Good." She was happy to hear his response. "If you realize and respect the boundaries, then there's no reason why we can't do this kind of thing more often." A LOT more often! Why should Suzanne have all the fun?! "But you have to remain detached, and remember that this is just a medical procedure."

He nearly laughed out loud at that, until he realized that she was dead serious.

She did mean it, sort of. She still needed some kind of fig-leaf excuse to justify doing something like they had just done, so she clung to the medical-procedure excuse like a life preserver in a raging sea. "Tiger, as long as you have to ejaculate, there's no reason why we can't have some fun in the process, right? I know you and Suzanne have a lot of fun. God, how I know that; she tells me every last detail. But I don't want you to even think about crossing the line. Do I make myself clear? For instance, you shouldn't have tried to grope at my breasts. Suzanne should have taught you that that is off limits. Didn't she teach you that?"

"Yes, she did," he replied, though he recalled that that particular boundary and quite a few others were already sometimes being violated when he was with Suzanne.

But he thought, I still don't understand why I can't touch or kiss, even as I'm getting my cock sucked! Talk about strange rules. But then he remembered, Well, I suppose the whole point is for me to ejaculate. Cocksucking helps that a lot more than kissing or tit-fondling would, so it makes sense in a weird kind of way. Plus it feels really, really, really good! He chuckled silently.

"Good," Susan said, fondly rubbing the top of his hand with her own. "That's a good dear." She was surprisingly firm about not wanting him to touch her breasts simply because she was so very sensitive there. She worried she'd lose all control if she let him fondle her tits extensively, and she'd wind up getting thoroughly fucked before she knew what was happening. Despite her rapidly evolving beliefs about sex, she still considered that a grave sin, on top of which, it would be incest.

She said, "Now let's get things cleaned up here. I'm sorry I got carried away and got you too excited. I will - we will - do better next time. And look: it seems your mommy has made a mess on the carpet. A very big mess!"

Suzanne had been calling her "Mommy" sometimes during their more excited conversations, so she had started using that term in her own thoughts. It had been years since she'd referred to herself like that to Alan, but some part of her was still feeling very naughty and she'd discovered that saying it turned her on.

The two of them started cleaning the mixed fluids that had dripped and splattered everywhere. (In fact, the fluids were almost all from Susan's leaky pussy.) Their raging urges gradually came under control, even though Alan still only wore a T-shirt and Susan just her soaked panties.

Even then, Susan was still riding an erotic high, although it wasn't the off-the-charts all-out lust she'd felt when she'd been bobbing on and licking him. She deliberately delayed putting on any more clothes, reveling in the freedom of staying nearly naked (due to her soaked panties) in front of her studly son. She felt a never-ending "pinch me; I'm dreaming" joy. She had yet to be wracked by serious guilt or regret.

Susan grabbed herself at the crotch when Alan wasn't looking and swished her panties around. Her sticky juices made lewd squishing sounds, but she found the sound delightful. She'd never been so wet in her life. She touched her clit and nearly screamed because it felt so great. Wow! This definitely blows sex with Ron out of the water. I feel kind of bad enjoying this so much, but Suzanne says that sometimes it can't be helped. I've never been so impressed by my brilliant best friend. If she says it's okay, it must be.

Alan dampened the towels in Susan's adjacent bathroom and rubbed the carpet with them while Susan changed the bedspread, since a lot of his earlier loads of cum had gotten onto it. They even found bits of cum that had been splattered many feet away.

He didn't get that much cleaning done, since he was transfixed watching every move his nearly-nude mother made. Although his penis was flaccid for the moment, it was as if he was enjoying a continuing mental orgasm. He simply couldn't get over everything that had happened since he'd come home from school.

After a while, she asked him in a much more subdued and contemplative (but still horny) mood, "Tiger, do you think that what we did was okay? Are you sure that this is ... okay?"

"Yeah, Mom. We just have to maintain those boundaries. After a while we'll become more used to this, and with routine it will be easier to maintain those limits." He fervently hoped that he was wrong, since he was already keen on crossing those boundaries, but he figured that was the best thing to say.

"You're probably right, Tiger." She sighed, now very serious. "I wonder if I'm being a good mom, letting you put your ... member ... in my mouth ... and other things. The way you looked at me just before I sucked you ... Tiger, you looked like a real tiger! You scared me! Promise me that you won't ever do that again. I don't know how strong my willpower will be. I'm not as strong as Suzanne. Promise me that you'll be strong for me, and that you will never, ever cross the lines I've set. Do you promise that, with all your heart?"

He thought about it seriously before replying. "Yes. Of course I promise. I would never want to hurt you." He took that kind of promise very seriously. He'd never broken such promises to his mother. But on the other hand, after all that had happened, he wanted nothing more in the world than to fuck her. He wanted it even more than his great desire to fuck Suzanne.

So he mentally searched for a loophole. "But like yesterday, you had me put suntan lotion on you, even though I'm not supposed to touch you. What if something like that happens?"

"Of course, Tiger, in a situation like that, that's different. If I say it's okay, then it's okay. But don't do anything otherwise, okay? Not even in your thoughts, if you can help it."

"Okay." He'd found his loophole, and it was a big one. She's not saying that I can't go further or even fuck her, but that she has to give permission first. That's only fair. I'm not a bad person; I'm not a rapist. I swear to myself I'll never violate that rule and do something against her will.

They finished cleaning up. The whole time they had been cleaning, Susan had still worn nothing but her panties and Alan just his T-shirt.

The more Alan recovered from his last orgasm, the more he grew distracted by her luscious body, especially her continually jiggling boobs.

She seemed to take her sweet time cleaning up, purposely shaking her rack as she rubbed the carpet with a damp towel. Now that she'd gotten started, all she wanted to do was make her son hard and then suck, lick, and stroke him until he was empty, over and over again.

She enjoyed the constant sight of his penis, and the fact that he wasn't wearing shorts. But she was extremely frustrated that he was still flaccid. She was tempted to up her sexy teasing to get him stiff once again.

As they finished up, she pulled her panties down a bit and said, "Look, they're still wet!"

He drew close, ostensibly to check out the wetness of her panties, although many other aspects of her naked body caught his interest. Once he stopped looking at her exposed bush and pussy lips, he noticed that, sure enough, there was a large puddle of cum collected in her absolutely soaked panties, and more of the fabric was thoroughly wet.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of her musky snatch; it was a smell he was growing to love. He saw from mere inches away that her slit was still leaking copiously. He watched a rivulet of her pussy juices drip down her thigh.

She bemoaned her soiled panties as she pulled them the rest of the way off. "Oh dear. So sorry for making this mess, Son. It was very improper of me. I guess I'll have to go put these in the wash."

She tossed them away and stood there in her naked glory. She didn't even attempt to cover her pussy with her hand. Yes! Mmmm! This feels GOOD! Taking my panties off might not seem to make a big difference, but it does. This is totally naughty and yet total ecstasy. Freedom! This is how I should be all the time: completely naked for my son! I don't know why, but it just feels so good and so right, like I BELONG like this forever! The only thing better would be to be naked AND have his great fat stiffy in my mouth. Oh dear. Susan, get a hold of yourself!

She looked at his crotch yet again, and licked her lips with delight. He was trying to hide the fact that his penis had re-erected. Since he still wore only a T-shirt, he had to keep a hand on his lower abdomen to keep his newly raging hard-on hidden under his shirt, pushed up towards his stomach. However, there was no way for him to conceal it, not under those conditions.

She added huskily and knowingly as she pointed at his crotch, "That is, unless you need some more help down there."

He realized with a start that her cleaning in the nude and the display of her panties had been a calculated ploy to get him hard and ready again. But he was tired, so tired that he was afraid of a complete collapse. "Thanks, Mom. I'd love that, but I gotta take a nap first. We should do that first thing when I wake up."

She hugged him and tenderly kissed the top of his head. As she'd recently grown so fond of doing, she delighted in rubbing her hard nipples in circles around his chest.

He again felt the desire to throw caution to the wind and kiss and grope her wildly. But due to his tiredness he could only take so much excitement.

She said as their bodies stayed pressed together, "Thank you for your willpower, my big strong son. Mommy loves her Tiger so very much." She kissed the top of his head once again, and held him some more, but this time her hug was just tender, rather than an overwhelmingly erotic assault.

He smiled widely. "You know I love you too."

Her face practically glowed with delight upon hearing that. "I do. And what's so great is that we have a new way of expressing our love for each other." She reached down to his crotch and took his boner in her hand. "Just look at you, Son. Look at this! You're a real man now. There's no doubt about it! Such a BIG man!"

He groaned lustily, because she'd started jacking him off again. He thought, Oh, man! What a dilemma. That feels so dang good. But my body is crashing. If I don't leave to take a nap, I'm gonna fall asleep on my feet. But my dick IS erect, and I can tell she totally wants to suck me again. How can I turn that down?! But I have no choice.

He said, "Mom, sometimes after a guy has an orgasm, his body pretty much shuts down for a while. Even though my dick is stiff, as you can see and feel, I've just gotta take a nap right now or I'm gonna collapse. You understand, don't you?"

She pouted, "Oh, poo!" She was still sliding her fingers up and down his thickness.

"We can pick up right where we left off when I wake in a little while, okay?"

She let out a heavy sigh and nodded reluctantly.

He hurried back to his room, where he immediately fell into a deep, deep sleep.

Chapter 3

When Alan awoke, he remembered in a flash what had just happened with his mother. His penis was already erect, and he was overcome with extreme horniness. He felt the need to share another climax with Susan without any further ado. He began stroking his hard-on beneath the sheets of his bed.

He heard a soft feminine voice say the word "Tiger." He figured that it was his own imagination, a fantasy of his mother calling for him out loud as he fucked her. But then he heard it again, and realized it was actually coming from somewhere in his room. He opened his eyes in shock and fear, let go of his erection like it was a hot poker, and looked around.

There was his mother, sitting on a chair right next to his bed. She was smiling at him patiently. She apparently had taken a shower, because she looked clean and smelled fresh, with a faint peach scent this time. She wore an oversized T-shirt that was literally only the thinnest pretext of wearing any clothes at all. She wasn't wearing anything below her waist except for a pair of panties, and the same pair of red high heels as before.

Alan could clearly see her hard, dark nipples through the white shirt. His fear of hearing a stranger in his room dissolved into lust as he saw how horny she was.

She said jokingly, "Tiger, you did say that you needed help as soon as you woke up. If you remember, we have some unfinished business."

His mind boggled as he struggled to wake completely. He felt shivers race down his spine as he recalled her briefly jacking him off just before he staggered to his room to take his nap. Though his dick was already erect, it quickly grew so stiff that it created a large lump in his bed sheets.

Susan stared at the obvious lump, and then came back to his face. "Tiger," she said in a more somber tone, "were you serious, what you said about maintaining self-control? Were you serious about your promise?"

"Of course, Mom. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

She crossed an arm under her rack, for no good reason except to make her great globes thrust up and out. "Well, then why were you doing that to yourself? Are you planning to spill your seed upon the ground?"

He said, "I keep hearing that phrase lately. The words are so weirdly formal, like they're from the Bible or something. What do they mean?"

"They ARE from the Bible. Don't you remember from your Sunday school lessons? Or maybe you heard Suzanne talking about it lately?"

He shook his head 'No.'

She found it strange to talk about Scripture when she had such an itchy need in her pussy and nipples. Nevertheless, she explained, "That's the story of Onan, from the Book of Genesis. He spilled his seed upon the ground and God got so mad at him that he struck him dead with a lightning bolt. That's why you should always try to cum on a woman's skin or in my mouth, er, I mean her mouth, to avoid sinning. In a way, what we were doing earlier is blessed by the Lord."

He just nodded, but he thought to himself, That wasn't in any Bible story that they ever taught me! Actually, I do vaguely remember the story of Onan, but I'm pretty sure Mom has her own unique interpretation. Hey, if it works for her and makes her feel okay about playing with my dick, I'm sure not going to disagree with her about it!

She smiled. "Given that, don't you think it would be better if I helped you out instead of having you do it yourself and getting God angry at you?" She pulled his sheets back, letting his erection spring straight up in the air.