Part 9: Touch Me

Day 30: Tuesday, October 15

Chapter 1

Susan woke up the next morning feeling very conflicted. Yet again, she'd had strange dreams involving her son. This time she'd dreamt that she was Akami and that she had been the one who had jacked off and then sucked off Alan's erection. In the dream there was also a Susan at the appointment, and she had watched this other woman, who was naked and shamelessly frigging herself. It felt very strange, like an out-of-body experience.

She'd had other dreams that were much the same, such as one where she watched Suzanne give Alan a prolonged cocksucking. Those dreams seemed incredibly real, especially since Susan had never personally given a handjob or blowjob. But no doubt they were helped by the way Suzanne had described to Susan, in intimate detail on a daily basis, the recent sexual fun she'd had with Alan.

Susan both wanted and didn't want to experience such things in real life. Her desire was strong, but so was her sense of guilt. She didn't know how she would react when she saw Alan that morning, but the dreams helped make her extremely aroused. She dressed in a robe that had great potential for mischief, to say the least. It was a recent gift from Suzanne, and actually it was more like a sexy nightie than a true robe.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, trying to gain courage. I'm dressed like some kind of wanton harlot! I'm not wearing any undies! As if that isn't bad enough, I've got a feeling that before long my robe will be wide open, even down below my belly button! But I need to do this. Tiger needs my help! He has all that nasty, evil cum building up in his balls. He needs to squirt it all out!

Besides, it's only visual stimulation. It's not like he's going to touch me. He's not gonna run his hands up and down my body, knocking the straps off my shoulders so he can fully cup my big tits in his manly hands. That is NOT going to happen. No, I'm just going to stand there and look good so his member will grow thick and hard and long. That's not a sin. There's nothing wrong with that. Heck, he saw me completely naked yesterday at the pool, so this is nothing compared to that, right?

And I definitely won't be touching him! That's right out. I'm not about to hold and caress his great big erection with my hand. No, make that two hands. A huge, uh, phallus like that really needs two hands on it at all times. At least that's what Suzanne says. Plus ... I wonder ... what would it be like ... to ... my mouth. To use my mouth on him! She says it's the absolute best! The ultimate!

She sighed heavily. But that's a pleasure I'll never know. Never, ever, ever, no matter how much I need it. Er, I mean, how much I'm curious about it. I'm just being a helpful mommy by showing off my body to him in sexy ways!

She ran her hands all over herself, supposedly in an effort to smooth and straighten her robe. But in reality, she was like a volcano of lust on the cusp of eruption.

When Alan came down for breakfast, he not only saw his mother in a robe again, but saw his sister in one too. Until recently, Katherine was always so conservatively dressed around the house that he hadn't even known that she owned a robe. Thanks to all the clothes she'd borrowed from Suzanne, Susan had the more alluring robe of the two, if it could even be called a robe. It was semi-transparent if looked at in the right light. The sashes across their waists, which held the robes closed, hung loosely on each of them.

He was hard even before he'd entered the dining room, just thinking of the possibilities. The reality actually far exceeded his fantasies. Whoa! Damn! It's like she's totally naked! No, it's even sexier than total nudity, somehow. This is gonna be a great day, for sure!

Susan's first reaction to Alan was one of a chastised and sorrowful woman. "Tiger, please forgive me, forgive us, for our behavior at the pool yesterday. As you can guess, I was pretty smashed, but that's no excuse. I should have remained in control. As the mother of this house, it was my responsibility to see that everyone behaved properly. I don't even remember half of what happened but I imagine I did some improper things. Rest assured that nothing like that will ever happen again."

He shrugged and nodded his head in agreement. He was amazed that she was talking about that without even mentioning the outrageous clothes she was wearing.

But while her mouth was saying one thing, her body and her clothes (or lack thereof) were saying something else entirely. She actually remembered everything that had happened, and she'd had the time of her life between her alcoholic high and her erotic arousal. She couldn't consciously admit it to herself, but unconsciously she was trying to get more to happen even before he left for school.

She continued, "For one, I remember lying naked. And your hands were all over me, touching me, caressing me ... in intimate places. Suzanne and Angel were naked too. And you touched us all. To my shame, I just sat there and watched, letting you have your way with everyone. I have no idea what happened, but it's wrong. So wrong, I tell you. Wrong!"

He just nodded. He was thinking that the way she put it, it actually sounded sexy and arousing, not like a chastisement.

She shyly looked down at her curvaceous body and added, "True, there's nothing wrong with nakedness, per se. After all, you have a serious need for visual stimulation and we're all trying to help with that. But touching in intimate places, that's a completely different matter. There's no excuse for that; don't you agree?"

Again, all he could do was nod his head. It seemed to him that Susan was getting horny from just her own words, and that left him almost speechless. On top of that, there was her jaw-dropping appearance.

Susan's robe was sleeveless, so there was great potential for a strap to fall off a shoulder and expose her chest. There was a zipper in front, but somehow, by the time Susan walked over to the table to serve both her children breakfast, the zipper had opened to below her belly button. The robe was so open that, just standing there, one of her nipples was hanging out.

She walked as if she were in a dream and someone else was making her move.

Alan felt sure that his hard-on was going to burst, splattering cum all over the room, just from the sight of his mother standing there. He wondered idly if the robe would fall down altogether if both straps fell off her shoulders.

But Katherine didn't want her mother to take all the attention. "Mom, it looks like your robe is coming undone," she pointed out.

"Oh dear; you're right! Thanks." Susan pulled her robe closed and went back to the kitchen. However, she didn't zip up the front, which meant it opened right back up again as soon as she took her hands away from it.

The contradictions of the situation were not addressed - Susan was pretending to be concerned about exposing herself just minutes after explaining that nudity was okay to help with the "visual stimulation." Mostly, logic had gone out the window; her lust was in the driver's seat.

Katherine took advantage of Alan's attention to Susan by surreptitiously opening her own robe wider. Still, she was at a disadvantage compared to her mother, since all she could do was sit and eat breakfast, while Susan was actively walking around and bending over the table much of the time. Additionally, the fact that Susan's robe was semi-transparent made it even harder for Katherine to compete.

So Alan would stare at his sister's chest nearby or his mother's body further off. But when Susan came back to the dining table for some reason, he would focus all of his attention on the sight of his mother bending over with her boobs swaying before his eyes. There was an unstated yet growing competition between the two women. Katherine kept opening her robe more and more, until both of her nipples weren't even close to being covered.

Susan bent over near Alan more and more as well, offering him a bottle of molasses, the salt shaker from the table, and so on - any excuse to tease him again. Her gargantuan mammaries were barely contained in her robe even while she was just standing, and her boobs now completely fell out every time she bent over near him. She periodically checked his lap, secretly delighting in the lewd bulge that she saw there.

As if that wasn't arousing enough, she kept talking about the "need" to help him with his visual stimulation. She went on and on about how important it was for him to keep his balls drained dry of "all that nasty, sinful sperm."

Finally both of his mother's straps did fall off at once, revealing all of her huge rack, but she held the robe to her body by pressing her arms to her sides. The sash was undone as well, and her robe very nearly fell all the way off her body. Her pussy somehow managed to stay covered, but her dark bush was easily visible though the semi-transparent fabric. She reluctantly put the straps back into place so she could walk away without having the robe fall to her feet. She broke into a smile as she walked away, because now she was in a mental zone where her guilt had turned off and she was just enjoying herself.

She thought, Tiger's so HARD for me today! He's not even trying to hide that huge penis-shaped bulge in his shorts. I hope I help him have a nice climax before school, though it is a shame about him spilling his seed upon the ground. Suzanne says his cum belongs in a woman's mouth, or on her face or chest. I wonder what it would be like to have his thick member in MY mouth when he cums. Would I taste his cum, or would it go straight down my throat? Would I feel like I'm choking? Would I still be able to breathe through my nose? Would I make lewd gurgling and gagging noises? Mmmm! That must be so exciting!

I can't do that, obviously. But what if I take this robe off and offer him my face and my chest? It doesn't count as touching if he cums all over me, right? In fact, it's practically my RESPONSIBILITY as a mother to save him from sin and make sure all his cum lands on my skin!

She was practically obsessed by thoughts of his boner and his orgasms. She was getting more hot and bothered by the minute.

At first, both women continued to remind the other that their robes were falling open, in an attempt to foil the competition, but since it was hard to do that with a straight face when your own robe was open at the same time, they switched to complaining about how poorly designed their robes were.

"Sorry Tiger, I don't know what's with this robe, but it just won't stay closed," Susan griped as she walked to the table yet again. She didn't even make a pretense at covering up anymore, and walked to him essentially bare-chested. "I hope you don't mind looking at this old cow."

"Old cow? Mom, you're so divine! You're the sexiest mother in the whole school, I'm sure."

"Oh, poo. You're just saying that." She bent over to pour him some more pineapple juice, asking seductively, "Would you like your mother to give you some milk instead?"

It was all he could do not to stretch his head forward and suck on the tit dangling mere inches from his face. The nipple there was fully erect, as were the other three visible nipples in the room.

She stood up, secretly reveling in the idea of breast-feeding her son. "Oh my," she said, looking down at her chest and putting the robe at least somewhat back into place, covering her nipples (though just barely). "I hope you weren't looking at my chest, because that would be terribly naughty. I don't know how to wear this robe of Suzanne's at all." The cleavage that remained on display between her full globes seemed as deep as the Grand Canyon.

"Yeah, it's like, why do they even bother with these sashes, they're so useless," Katherine agreed, given that her own ample chest was completely bared as well. "Looks like you need to fix yours again, Mom."

It hadn't taken ten seconds for Susan's big tits to fall all the way out of her robe again. She smiled at her daughter in friendly competition and partially closed her robe yet again. Look at how he looks at me. Such LUST in his eyes! He's horny for his big-titted mommy! He definitely is!

Alan had an almost desperate need to masturbate. But sitting there at the dining table, supposedly eating breakfast, he had no privacy at all. Even so, his need was so great that he considered playing "pocket pool," using a hand in a pocket of his shorts to masturbate.

Whenever he wasn't ogling his mother, he was ogling his sister. She looked fantastic, and her robe was opening wider all the time as well. Since she was sitting across the table from him, he couldn't see what was happening below her waist. He wondered just how open her robe was down there.

As he finished his meal, Susan finally sat down next to him to eat her own food. Her robe fell completely open as she sat, giving him a great view of her pussy.

His pulse raced and his breathing grew very heavy. His eyes drifted up to her face, lingering at her bare chest along the way.

She saw where his gaze was going, and felt abashed. Uh-oh! That's my very naughty place. I really shouldn't let him look there. But it's just looking, right? It's not like I'm going to let him finger me while my fingers slide up and down his massive cock! Er, I mean, his enormous member. No, it's just looking. I need to get used to this, because Suzanne says I'm going to be completely nude around him a lot.

With that new attitude in mind, she smiled at him, despite knowing full well what he was looking at. She even encouraged him with her eyes to stare at her pussy some more. She spread her legs even wider for him, even as she complained, "Damn useless robe. I might as well take the whole thing off!" Her entire body felt so hot that she practically worried her robe would burst into flames if she didn't remove it completely, and soon.

Alan didn't have a chance to stop the swell of orgasmic release welling up within him. Without any help from his hands, he began ejaculating into his underwear. He rushed his hands to his crotch and silently groaned, while he hoped desperately and improbably that the large "O" shape he'd made with his surprised face didn't give away what had just happened.

But everyone knew. Katherine was upset yet again that Susan had been able to get away with things that she could not.

Susan watched his eyes roll into his head, and saw a wet spot rapidly growing where his shorts were tented out. YESSSS! Cum hard, Son! Cum for Mommy! MMMM! Just like that! YES! This is what it's all about. You see? He didn't touch me and I didn't touch him, but I was able to give him the help he clearly needed.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" Susan asked Alan in an innocent tone, trying to suppress a grin. It was obvious from her face that she knew what had just happened. She felt "tingly" all over, and her pussy throbbed and leaked. She closed her robe up most of the way, now that she wasn't trying to keep his erection stiff.

"Um, yeah. It was very good," he said as innocently as he could. He was too overwhelmed to be clever, or even properly express his appreciation.

"Well then, you'd better get up and take your shower," she said, now seemingly all business. "You've got to be out the door in fifteen minutes."

He had completely forgotten about the need to go to school. That unpleasant reality hit him like a splash of cold water.

Both Susan and Katherine stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to stand.

Alan realized he couldn't, owing to the embarrassingly large wet spot now growing on the front of his shorts.

They were well aware of his problem, which is why they both wanted to see him stand.

Susan hoped to use the need to clean his wet shorts as an excuse to get him out of them altogether. She suddenly had visions of rubbing his penis through his shorts in an effort to "clean" them of the stain he'd made. Or even "cleaning" his cummy dick without his annoying shorts in the way.

Stalling for time, he asked, "Doesn't Sis have to take a shower as well?"

"I suppose she does," Susan conceded reluctantly. "Angel?"

"I already took mine," Katherine lied. "But I think it's very important that Brother takes his now," she said enthusiastically as she giggled. She definitely wanted to see him stand up.

They still both sat there with their robes once again opened to varying degrees.

A bolt of inspiration struck Alan. "Mom, I could use another muffin."

Katherine butted in. "Oh you could? So you want to stuff your mouth on a muffin, and you want your mother to give it to you. Interesting." She giggled some more.

Susan by contrast said, "Sure thing, Tiger. Really I don't understand what the big deal is about a muffin, Angel."

Katherine's sexual innuendo - "stuff ... mouth ... muffin" - went right past Susan. It was one result of the bombshell mother being so sheltered from all things sexual for her entire life. She got up and walked to the kitchen.

Alan, seeing his chance, pulled his chair away and, with both hands still on his crotch, rushed past his mother while she was still walking to the kitchen. He sped upstairs to his room.

Both women were disappointed that he'd escaped, but they let it slide without comment.

Once he had left the kitchen, Susan turned towards Katherine and said, "Angel, a little bit of visual teasing can help Tiger out with his problem. Frankly, I'm very concerned that you're helping him too enthusiastically, but I suppose it's unavoidable. However, under no circumstances are you to touch him in any way, or have him touch you. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Mom," Katherine said submissively, bowing her head.

"Good. We have to have firm boundaries or we'll all fall into sin. Frankly, I'm surprised at what's come over you!" Susan said indignantly and hypocritically.

Katherine let that slide as well. She could have hit that hypocrisy out of the park, but she didn't want to discourage her mother's sexual awakening in any way, because if she did she figured Susan would apply stricter sexual rules to everyone.

Once Alan was gone, the two of them seemed to have no more difficulty keeping their robes closed. Susan even zipped the front of hers all the way up.

A few minutes later, in the shower, Alan began masturbating to the sexy images of his mother and sister in their robes (and out of them) that were flooding his brain. FUCK ME, man! Everything is so damn arousing! If it's not Mom, it's Sis. If it's not Sis, it's Mom! The way things are going, is it unreasonable to hope that things are going to get overtly physical, even with Mom?! It's so incredible! Unbelievable! But my eyes don't lie. God, that robe! And the way it kept falling off her! UNGH!

But before he could climax, his sister knocked on the bathroom door, saying, "You're late, you big doof! Mom says you've got one minute to get out of there and out the front door!"

He left the shower extremely frustrated, embarrassed, and horny.

Chapter 2

By the time Alan had dressed and come downstairs, Katherine had already left for school. He grabbed his backpack and rushed to the front door.

But before he got there, Susan asked, "Wait. Tiger, aren't you going to give me a goodbye hug?" She was expressing her recently discovered love of hugging. She held her arms out expectantly, which at least held up the straps of the robe.

He walked back and hugged her.

But she had just surreptitiously unzipped the front of her robe, so it immediately opened up enough for her big melons to become exposed yet again. She hadn't consciously wanted to do that, but it seemed her burning hot body had a mind of its own. Suddenly, all that stood between her hard nipples on their round mountains of succulent tit-flesh and his bare skin was his thin white T-shirt.

At first they just held each other, and Alan did little more than absorb the fact that his topless mother was pressing her breasts into him. Holy hell! I can't believe this is happening! Not only is she bare-breasted, but she totally did that on purpose! I think she's hot for me! My super prudish bombshell mom! My God!

But soon he started working his hands over her back, running them up and down. That made him recall applying the suntan lotion to her back (and elsewhere) just the day before, which didn't help calm him down at all.

She thought, Oh dear! This is not good! Why did I just do that?! I've been so naughty lately. It's really bad. But it feels so good! MMMM! Not only are my breasts crushed against his manly chest, but I can totally feel his cock pressing against me just below my tummy! His great big cock! Er, uh, I mean, his, uh, member. But, uh, there's nothing wrong with that, is there? We're just hugging. Mothers and sons hug all the time. Just because I'm topless ... it's okay as long as one of us is wearing clothes, right?!

His erection wasn't really poking into her, because he felt shy about that and was trying hard to avoid that form of contact, but she'd lightly brushed against it a few times.

It occurred to him that the straps of her robe were just tenuously hanging on her shoulders, and that if he moved his hands a little more strategically he could shake them off her shoulders and move the robe further down. He did, and it worked.

He half-expected her to protest, but instead she actually temporarily let go of him to allow the robe to fall down and become completely free of her arms. Now all that held the robe up was the sash around her waist.

He went back to exploring her back, enjoying it all the more now that it was just bare flesh under his hands. As the seconds passed, his willpower crumbled. It wasn't long before his hard-on was continuously pressing into her, since they were pressed so closely together.

She thought, Mmmm! Yessss! My son is so big and strong and handsome! I know that I'm helping him do his thing, because I can feel his thick member really poking into me now! Oh my goodness, that feels nice! It's so HOT, literally! Like a burning poker. I can feel it pulsing with life! My son is such a STUD!

Out of the blue, she asked, "I meant what I said before about no touching, but hugging is different, don't you think? I mean, what kind of mother wouldn't want to hug her own son?"

"Yep, I totally agree. Hugs are great." He would have agreed that the moon was made out of green cheese if it would have prolonged their intimate hug a little longer.

Their faces were incredibly close to each other the whole time, which he found disconcerting. He tended to keep his head tilted to one side or the other, because he was afraid that if he looked at her straight on he would end up kissing her. He tried to avoid that at all cost. He knew that even if she agreed to a passionate kiss at the time, later she would probably be very hurt that he'd taken advantage of the situation, and that was the one thing in the world he would never want to do - to hurt his mother. Teasing was one thing, but if they kissed there would be no denying they'd crossed a line.

She nuzzled her head into his neck and squeezed him tighter. She knew it was time for her to let go, but she was having great trouble actually doing so. "Have a good day at school, okay?"

"I will, Mom." One of his hands wandered to the edge of her ass.

"Don't forget, your mother loves you," she added, prolonging the hug still more. She rubbed her bare tits all over his chest as if her boobs were looking for some kind of way to get past his shirt. Her hands meanwhile just pawed at his back over and over again, sometimes gripping him.

"I won't." He was very embarrassed by the way his rampant erection was pressing up against her, but he felt there was nothing he could do about it. He knew there was no way she couldn't feel the phallic object pressing into her stomach and know exactly what it was.

She pretended not to notice though. "I'm so glad we have these opportunities to be more affectionate now. Don't you agree? Or do you find this increased familiarity upsetting?" She was clearly stalling for time so the hug could last longer. It was almost absurd the way her huge tits were now insistently exploring his entire chest. She was slowly rubbing her body up and down him repeatedly, as if she had one giant itch that desperately needing scratching. The absurdity of the situation only grew with her description of this just being an ordinary, familial hug.

"Uhhh ... Not upsetting," He stammered. Somehow, his hands found themselves fully cupping her luscious ass cheeks through her thin robe.

She mewled with contentment.

They continued to rub up against each other. It was as if they were having an all-out make-out session, except that they weren't actually kissing. Her hard nipples stabbed into him and her breathing grew more labored.

He didn't know why, but he found himself saying, "This is just an affectionate family hug. It's not like this is sexual or anything, is it?"

"Oh no!" she agreed far too loudly, pressing her tummy hard into his throbbing pole. "Certainly not! Don't even think it. We're just being very ... familiar."

He was amazed to realize from her face that, at least on some level, she was sincerely trying to believe that. Even as she said it, she brought her tits to the level of his nipples and then slowly pushed them up his chest all the way to his collar. Her body moved so much that he couldn't keep holding onto her ass cheeks, so his hands generally slid over her lower back instead.

They hugged even longer, if such motions could be called hugging. It was more like she was a cat in heat, trying to relieve herself by rubbing up against a post.

Trying to be a good son, he brought his hands back up to her bare back. He didn't realize it, but with all of the rubbing motion, the only thing still holding her robe up was his hands on her ass, so as soon as he moved his hands away from her waist, her robe finally fell all the way to the floor.

She was so horny that it barely even registered with her, at least not at first. Now his shorts and underwear were all that stood between his rampant cock and her bare skin. A big wet spot was soaking through his shorts, actually wetting her just above her bush. On some level she was aware of that happening, but she was not fully conscious of it.

He didn't know what to do. He felt a desperate desire to bring his hands around and fondle her heavy globes, but he forced himself not to. He just tried to keep his hands on her back, or caressing her long flowing hair.

He had a vision of the class at school for which he would undoubtedly be late. Class was probably starting any minute. That made him want to hold on even longer, so he'd never have to leave this incredible place and return to the real world.

Trying to keep the hug going, he said, "We never used to hug at all, did we?"

She was pressing up against him extremely closely now, trying to subtly rub her body against his raging erection. She was moving in a short circular motion, effectively jacking him off where he was pressed against her hard body. "Well, not since you were a little boy."

He looked into her eyes and saw such a fiery, lusty gleam that he had to turn away. The urge to kiss her lips was almost overwhelming. He muttered inanely, "Good to make up for lost time, huh?"

"Definitely!" She said the word like she was in the throes of passion, crying out "Fuck me!"

Taking advantage of her obviously increasing horniness, he dropped his hands to her ass and groped it freely. He still kept his head turned though, because he didn't trust himself. If he started kissing her, there was no telling what would happen next, and some part of him still held back out of fear of the unknown and potentially disastrous consequences that action might bring.

A sudden bolt of arousal and alarm shot down her spine. Oh no! His hands are on my ass! My bare ass! Good Lord, I'm completely buck naked! I should stop this right away. But on the other hand, it's nothing he didn't do yesterday by the pool, right? Gaawwwd, did he paw my bare ass then! It felt so fantastic, and it feels even better now! Anyway, he's still clothed. As long as one of us is, it doesn't count, right?