Part 92: Like a Virgin

Day 70: Sunday, November 24

Chapter 1

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the long-awaited Boy Scout van finally dropped Alan off in front of the house.

Alan's anticipation and frustration had been building all weekend, but his tensions rose to unbearable levels on the ride back home from Los Angeles. He had a non-stop erection that seemed to get harder and harder as time went on, and he had to keep his hands over his lap to keep the other scouts from noticing.

Naturally, the van had gotten stuck in a big traffic jam. And when the scoutmasters began dropping other scouts off at their houses before him, Alan just about thought he would go mad. He had contemplated feigning sickness or hopping out and calling a cab, but in the end he'd managed to endure the wait.

Now it was all over. The long wait to fuck his mother that had really started months earlier was finally at an end. He stood in his own driveway with his backpack in hand, awed by the enormity of the occasion.

The only reason he didn't run straight in was because his heart was already pounding so hard and fast that he seriously worried that he was on the brink of a medical disaster. He counted to ten to calm himself, and then began to slowly walk towards the house on unsteady legs.

This is it ... Man! I really can't see Mom backing out now; she's so enthusiastic. Thank God for that. But I'll bet she's as nervous as me. Like about performance. What if I don't do a good job? What if our bodies aren't a good fit in that way? Fuck, man. I'm about to fuck my mom! How could I not have performance issues?! I'll probably cum before I even get to the door!

He hadn't gotten far up the walkway when Amy and Katherine opened the front door. They were the epitome of youthful enthusiasm as they giggled, squealed and waved. They, plus Susan, Suzanne and Brenda, had all been waiting anxiously by the front window all evening, looking for any sight of the van. As soon as it appeared, Susan had let out a scream of excitement and took off to her bedroom to prepare herself. Suzanne went along as an assistant, to make sure that everything was perfect. Amy and Katherine were at the front door because they were so ecstatic to see Alan, but also to serve as a distraction so Susan would have time to get ready.

A massive smile spread across Alan's face as soon as he saw Amy and Katherine open the door and stand underneath the bright porch light. They would have run out to him except for the fact that they wore scandalously skimpy outfits, so he ran to them instead. As he neared the door, he threw his pack past them into the house and then leapt into their arms.

A tremendous three-way hug ensued. Each of them seemed to be trying to squeeze the other two to death.

Alan was dirty and sweaty from hours of hiking, but the girls didn't mind at all. As the hug went on, he looked from face to face and exclaimed, "It's so good to see you! But what's with all the crying? I've only been gone two frigging days!"

"Hey!" Katherine replied as tears of joy poured down her cheeks, "You're crying too, buster!"

"Am I?" He felt his cheeks and realized he was. He smiled and hugged while Amy and Katherine repeatedly yelled, "Brother!" He said their names over and over. He thought it a bit absurd just how emotional they were given that he was only gone two nights, but the feelings were very real. He had missed his family so much that he could hardly stand it.

The hugging soon turned to kissing and tit-fondling. But none of them were satisfied to have to feel through clothes, so Amy paused and tore her T-shirt over her head, while Katherine unbuttoned her blouse. Then everyone went after everyone else even more aggressively.

Katherine practically tore Alan's shorts zipper off. She wasn't happy until she had his erection firmly in hand. "Miss me, Alan Junior?" she asked, and then burst into giggles.

At that point, Amy realized it probably wasn't a very good thing to be standing outside under a porch light wearing nothing above her waist, not to mention that there was no mistaking the rapid jerking motions her bare breasted sister had started making with her hand over his crotch. She felt obliged to play the responsible one (since Katherine wasn't) and pulled the whole hug-tangle back into the house.

Getting inside allowed him to relax. Furthermore, finding himself surrounded and practically smothered by ample female flesh made him feel even better. The tension drained away as he nuzzled, cuddled, and fondled his way all over his two sisters. Even the smell of their perfume was greatly relaxing to him. "Home! I'm home! You two are the bestest sisters ever!"

Amy giggled. "He's starting to talk like me!"

Alan's whole body went limp. He was basically being held up because Amy and Katherine were pressing into him on both sides tightly while both of them had one hand each stroking up and down his erection. Talk about being treated like a king! I swear, I'm never gonna leave home again. Not even for five minutes. This is how I want to die!

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Suzanne walking down the stairs. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and simply cried out "Sweetie!"

Alan turned her way and smiled as he saw her, because she was such a predictably arousing sight. She naturally stopped to preen and pose - she never missed an opportunity to show off her sexy outfits and even sexier body. Not surprisingly, her outfit stretched the very definition of the word "clothing," consisting of just high-heeled shoes and a reddish body suit so thin and transparent that one could pick out every one of the very few blemishes on her skin.

She held her arms up around her head, knowing that Alan loved that pose, and held the position briefly. She looked significantly at where his crotch was. She couldn't see his dick directly, but she could see the way Amy and Katherine were pumping their arms rhythmically. "Looks like someone's getting a very special welcome." She smirked and grinned. Then she rushed the rest of the way to him and joined in the hug.

He loved hearing her scratchy voice, and he loved holding her even more. He frantically kissed from face to face in the group hug for about half a minute. There was only one thing that bothered him: he felt like asking who they were happier to see, Alan or Alan Junior, since all three females had at least one hand on his massively erect dick or swollen balls. He didn't want to complain about the great stroking sensations they gave him since he'd missed it so much all weekend, but he did force himself to mumble between kisses, "Don't make me cum!"

Even though he'd only been stroked a minute or two, he was already on edge from hours and hours of anticipation. His body craved release. But he didn't want to let his mother down by cumming already. This night was for her and her only.

Just thinking about her caused his heart to race again and his nervousness to return, although it wasn't as bad as before. He eventually managed to pull away from the others' lips (no easy task!) long enough to ask, "Where's Mom?"

As soon as Suzanne answered, "She's upstairs," he began to disengage from the group completely. Again, that was no easy task. Groans of disappointment followed all around.

Amy had just gotten on her knees, cleared Alan's cock of two fists pumping in tandem, and swallowed his twitching shaft far down into her mouth. She could already taste the pre-cum on her lips and the taste only made her want more. But she reluctantly gave it up and stood back up. She pouted sadly, her eyes wide and pleading.

He said with a twinge of regret, "Sorry, everyone, it's so great to see you all, but someone's waiting for me."

He'd almost freed himself, but Amy held on to his wrist with a strong grip. "Hey, wait a sec, Brother. Did you find the picture I left you in your bag? Did you? Did you?!"

"Yes I did, Amy. That kept me going all weekend. I love you so much for making that. But let's talk about it later. I've got to go!" He planted a quick kiss on her lips and once again started to head to the stairs.

Amy was ecstatic. The look of pure joy on her face made him want to kiss her, hug her, and fuck her forever. Then he looked at the loving faces on Katherine and Suzanne. It was clear they really missed him, and it was nearly impossible for him to leave them behind. In fact, he'd only made it about two steps closer to the stairs from where they stood.

"How was your hike?" Amy asked, lightly bouncing with glee. Her breasts, naturally, were bouncing too.

Alan looked from one gorgeous topless woman to another. Why?! Why the fuck was I out there getting bitten by mosquitoes and stepping on cow patties? Nature is nice, but damn! I disagree that I need some variety in my life. This is the best!

Suzanne stepped forward and happily noted while caressing his face with the tips of her fingers, "I see your bruises and black eye are gone!"

"Later! Later!"

Amy and Katherine stepped forward too, but then they paused and stepped back. They and Suzanne knew it would be cruel to keep Susan waiting.

The group "hug" had greatly calmed Alan's nerves and eased his tension, but now that it was over, the longer he waited, the more nervous he was getting. He bolted for the stairs as fast as he could, and then practically flew up them. He didn't think to stuff his hard-on back in his shorts, and it bounced wildly as he ran.

Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine remained connected to each other in a loose hug as they watched him go.

"Oh, poo," Suzanne pouted in imitation of Susan. She still ran her hands all over herself and her thin, silky body suit, but it wasn't nearly as good as if the hands were Alan's. "That was so brief. Now we probably won't see him till morning. Damn. But it's so good to see him again, don't you think, girls?"

"Yes!" Katherine agreed. "I was sooooo worried he'd get hurt or sick ... We kind of overdid the greeting though, didn't we? We were practically about to gang-rape him there."

Suzanne conceded, "Yes. A tad. We overdid it a little." But she wasn't paying much attention. She just stared up the stairs at the spot where she'd seen him disappear down the upstairs hallway. She was feeling sad and lonely again.

Chapter 2

Upstairs, Alan ran down the hallway to Susan's master bedroom at the end of the hall. He could tell by the lights that she had to be in there (dozens of candles were lit all over the room, creating a warm and enchanting glow, much like the lighting when Alan had first fucked Amy).

He paused only a fraction of a second to confirm his guess that Susan would be lying naked on her large bed, and then shouted, "MOM!" and kept running on in. He literally threw himself on her, causing the whole bed to bounce and shake.

"Oh, Mom!"

"Oh, Son!"

That may have sounded corny, but there was no need to say any more. Their lips locked and an electric excitement tore through them as they kissed and groped each other with a deep passion.

In mid-kiss, he realized one small problem: in his hurry to get upstairs, he'd forgotten to take off any of his clothes. Susan was buck naked and ready to fuck, and his boner was already sticking through his shorts and lying on her bush. But it could become excruciatingly painful if he were to fuck through a zipper.

He shucked off his shoes, socks, and shorts, but didn't bother with his T-shirt for the moment. He was having a hard time getting his clothes off with his overly excited and fumbling hands. His dick was practically screaming at him: Let me cum already! And that was even before he got home. All the stroking hands and even Amy's mouth on his dick at the front door almost qualified as cruel and unusual torture for his desperate cock.

This break in kissing gave Susan a chance to speak. "Tiger," she cooed, her voice dripping with affection, "You've made me so happy. I love you so much. This is like a dream come true! I've been thinking of nothing else this whole weekend!"

"Me too, Mommy! Me too! It's been such torture!"

"Torture!" she agreed emphatically. "Pure torture!"

He gushed, "I love you, so, so very much that I can't even express it!"

"Later, Son, later! Talk later. It's time for you to put it in! Don't make me wait another second!"

They kissed again, like their lives depended on it.

Susan thrust her naked hips up at her son and left a small bit of wetness on his exposed erection.

Meanwhile, Alan grabbed his erection and brought it close to her slit. "Okay, Mom. Here it comes! God, isn't this intense? My hands are shaking so bad I can barely hold it!" He wasn't just saying that, either: the head of his engorged dick shook at her opening as though it was a vibrator.

"Don't worry. Relax," she said in a relatively calm tone while stroking her son's face, even though she was hardly relaxed herself. She opened her vagina with two fingers for him to invade. "You're doing fine. But put your big, fat, mommy-splitter in me now! Please!" For added effect, she rolled her hips so that her mons rubbed against the tip of his erection seductively.

That caused both of them to shiver even more.

He looked down so his trembling fingers could know their target. That helped and he pushed cockhead until it settled between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly. He thought, This is it! It's actually fucking really happening! I'M FUCKING MY MOM!

He shouted, "Here it is, Mommy! I'm coming in!"

She spread her legs as wide as she could. She looked forward to keeping them like that as an open invitation for him to fuck her as much as possible. "Do it, Son! Fast! I'm so wet from waiting that you can slide it in all the way! Fuck me hard and fast!" She couldn't believe how wet she was, considering that he'd hardly even touched her yet.

He pushed his painfully stiff erection in, and in one fluid motion it slid down her moist tunnel all the way to the hilt. He felt an intense shiver all over his body as he pushed it in her. "Oh yes! Mom, I've been waiting for you for so long! So long!"

"I know!" she cried. "So good! Fuck me! Fuck your mommy! Fuck me now!" Her whole body shook with excitement. The warmth of human skin felt a thousand times better than any of the cold dildos she had been using to quench her burning need.

"Did you just climax?" he asked, after he felt a particularly intense tremble beneath him. He hadn't actually started fucking yet - he still was adjusting to the fact that he was actually inside her.

"Fuck yeah! I came the second you touched me and twice more since! Fuck me, Son! Fuck me all night! FUCK ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Alan laughed, because he felt her cumming again.

But he still didn't start thrusting. From the moment he'd been dropped off by the scouting van until this moment, everything had been such a whirlwind of emotion that he hadn't had a chance to think coherently, he just reacted. But now, he stopped to savor the moment and fully, consciously, think about what he'd done and what he was about to do. Even as his body shook and his heart thumped wildly, his thoughts came with a strange calmness. I'm inside my mother. My dick. Is in. My mom! It's actually happening. This is not a dream. There's no turning back; I'm a true motherfucker.

Those ideas were so exciting that they sent a shiver down his spine, on top of all the other tingles and shivers he was feeling. But he could tell Susan was in no mood for contemplation. He'd been kept fairly busy on the trip back from hiking in California's Channel Islands and only had stolen moments to think about what would happen, but Susan had done little more all weekend than ruminate about what would happen, and she'd had more than enough of thinking. He could see it on her face: she wanted action. Specifically, she wanted the hardest, fastest, and deepest fuck he could give her.

The only problem was, he felt like he could cum any second. He said a little prayer, mostly to himself. Please let me hold out at least a little while. Let me give back just a little bit of all the incredible happiness she's given me. I love her so much! I've gotta do my best!

Then he pulled his hips back, and after a delightfully pregnant pause to savor the moment, thrust his cock back in. It was as if a dam suddenly broke, and within seconds he was pistoning in and out at a fast clip. But even more than going quickly, he made certain to pound her hard. He was in no mood for anything except a brutally straightforward and fast fuck. He slammed her hard into the bed. She had to grab the headboard as he propelled her backwards up the bed and into the wall. There was no way he could fuck her any harder without hurting her. With every deep thrust, he could feel the slightly spongy membrane of her cervix.

And with each hard, solid thrust, she gasped out loud in appreciation for her son's virility.

"YES!" she yelled, her eyes wide with pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking motherfucker! You're a fucking motherfucker! Ah! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes! Like that! Like that! So good! So hard! So hot! Fuck! YES! Aiiiiieeeee!" Susan screamed her head off.

He did too. Normally, he was pretty quiet during sex, but he let loose with incomprehensible grunts and moans that eventually turned into screams.

Less than five minutes after he had started fucking his mother, an unstoppable climax surged within him and then hit him with full force. His PC muscle could no more stop it than he could have stopped a tidal wave with his hands. It was a near miracle he'd lasted as long as he did, especially since she was cumming more or less continuously.

He held her tightly as he shot his wad deeply into her vagina. He'd always shot big loads, but this was the biggest load he'd ever unleashed, thanks to an entire weekend of abstinence and anticipation, not to mention the intensity of the moment.

Rope after rope fired from his throbbing boner until he almost began to laugh, because it seemed so completely improbable to have such a huge load. He practically flooded her entire vagina with his gooey seed. It began to obscenely squish and ooze out around his hard-on with each subtle spasm.

All the while, Susan's body shook as if she was having a seizure. Her body completely lifted off the bed and came slamming back down onto it again. She arched her back and clawed the air, and still the cum kept coming.

She was as incredulous about the size of his load as he was. She could feel the surge of each cum blast travel up her son's dick and explode out of his dick head. It seemed that he seared her pussy with his hot cum. The sensation radiated outwards and warmed her entire body.

She cried, "Fuck! Cum! So much! So much! Cum! Fuck! God! Fuck! Good! Too much cum! Oh no! God! Oh! FUUUUUCK!"

The high point of a climax is so intense that the French very aptly call an orgasm a "little death." But the peak is also typically very short, and often seems to be over as soon as it began. But not with this fuck. The peak of their mutual climax went on and on and on. Both of them lost all track of time. Time slowed down for them, as if their lives were flashing before their eyes.

The sensations were more than he could bear. The last thing he remembered was fighting the feeling that he was going to pass out. Then, he felt himself falling, and realized the peak was over and his body was slamming down onto his mother as if he was ending a push up exercise. He had completely lost all sense of self as he entered a very magical, transcendent state.

Then he fell on top of her with a hard thud. In fact, both them would have passed out had it not been for all the adrenaline pumping through them. For some time afterwards, their bodies continued to surge with energy even while their spirits were utterly exhausted. They just lay with each other, breathing heavily.

Eventually, he came to enough to lift his head a bit and look her in the eye.

She stared back from a few inches away with the deep and unconditional love that only a mother can give. They both smiled at each other.

He playfully rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of her nose before he collapsed back down and rested his head above her shoulder.

There was more exhausted heavy breathing. Their bodies rose and fell together in perfect time. There really was no need to say anything, for they understood each other so well.

He stated the obvious, "Oh Mom! God ... I'm really a motherfucker now. I've fucked you. I've really done it. So good." He dripped with sweat from just a few minutes of exertion.

He managed to lift his head enough to look her in the face, and saw tears streaming from her eyes. This greatly puzzled him, especially since she also was smiling from ear to ear. "Mommy, you're crying."

"They're tears of joy, Son. I've never been so happy in my life!"

That made him feel happy beyond description.

She thought to herself, So this is what real fucking is like. If he only knew, he'd be surprised to know he just deflowered his own virgin mother. Sure, I've had sex before, but that was with my sorry husband. That wasn't fucking. THIS was fucking! It's really like a completely new experience! Oh, and the love! I could feel his love pouring through me, and sense him enveloping me, holding me. I've never felt so loved!

She felt unable to put her profound feelings into words, and just turned her head and looked at him again, and smiled. They stayed like that for a while. Finally, exhaustion caused her head to loll to the other side and they broke eye contact.

As his mind began to clear more and more, he discovered to his surprise that his penis was actually semi-hard and still in the warm liquid world of his mother's vagina.

He lifted up enough to finally pull his T-shirt off. He looked at his green shirt and thought, That one goes in the T-shirt hall of fame: the shirt I fucked my mom in.

He decided to get up and get glasses of water for them both. But before he left the bed, he paused, and with a silly grin on his face, said, "Wham, bam, thank you, Mom."

She punched him lightly in the arm. "I'll bet you've been waiting weeks to say that."

"Months, actually." They both laughed.

He began to withdraw his penis as he moved to get up.

But she suddenly revived and grabbed him by his upper arms. "Tiger, please don't take it out. Don't leave me. Just fuck me more. Fuck me until I pass out. Fuck me until I die. Just fuck me!" With surprising strength, she pulled her son back on top of her sweaty body with so much force that he was helpless to resist her pull.

"Mommy. You ... can't be serious. I have to rest. Catch my breath. I'm thirsty. Gonna get some water."

Alan and Susan still panted, though by now they were taking longer and slower breaths.

"No you don't," she told him firmly. She spoke in choppy sentences as she needed air too. "Don't take it out. I know you well. You're the great cunt tamer. You've just tamed your mother's cunt. And now it needs you! Do you realize I'm fully tamed now? That means so much to me! You're going to stay hard. So hard. Stay hard for your mother. Don't even take it out. Just keep pushing and it'll be hard. Stay hard. Fuck me now. Fuck me forever. Please! Take me, completely! Don't ever stop! Fuck your mother!"

Although their fuck was quite brief, especially by his recent standards, it was so intense he felt like he'd really just run a marathon. He couldn't imagine that he could possibly get hard again quickly, much less conjure up the energy to fuck again as soon as she wanted it.

In fact, he'd just been wondering how he'd even be able to stand up to get a drink. But his mother's words went straight past his brain and directly to his dick and motherfucking muscles. His body revived fairly quickly, but his mind only realized it after the fact. Oh my God! I'm hard again, and my hips are starting to thrust again! This is too much!

Chapter 3

Alan resumed his thrusting, or more accurately, his mind caught up to the fact that he was already thrusting and he started doing it more consciously.

Susan brought her feet up and curled her legs around his back. "That's it," she purred. "Tame me even more."

"What's up with this taming stuff? You're so big on that word."

She chuckled gleefully. Tears of joy were still pouring down her cheeks. She mumbled while getting back into the rhythm of their mutual thrusting, "Son, you're not just my son, you're my master. My OWNER. Master of the harem. Lord and master. Big-titted babe tamer. My love. My son!"

She began bouncing her hips, helping his semi-erect penis slide in and out more effectively and pleasurably. She'd gushed so copiously in the first fuck that her tunnel now had a different feel - slicker and very squishy. She whimpered and purred as she felt her son's dick churn their combined love juices around inside of her, creating delightful pressures in places she'd never felt before.

Their pace changed, too. Both of them wanted to go slow and really enjoy this one.

Alan thought back to his secret training session with Suzanne on Thursday, and decided it was time to start using what he'd learned. He naturally focused on what Suzanne said was the most important lesson: making a woman cum as many times as possible is certainly appreciated, but far better is delaying the woman's orgasm until it builds up to something huge. From the way he'd gotten Suzanne to pant and scream in desperation that day, he knew that this was very good advice.

Since they were going relatively slowly, he could still talk coherently. He asked, "Really. What's this about 'taming' that you love so much?"

"Tiger, you don't know, you can't know what it's like to lose all control. To feel completely helpless. To be an absolute slave to my son! I feel so ... liberated! The more you tame me, the more free I feel!"

"Free?" He thought of the slogan "Freedom is slavery" in George Orwell's book 1984, and then realized that was a pretty heavy thought to have in the middle of fucking his mother.

"Yes! Free! Free of worry. Free of guilt. Free of doubt. All I have to do is SERVE! Serve your great big fat cock! Does it get any better than that?!"

Judging by the ecstatic look on her face, he doubted she could feel any better. But her words confirmed his thought that he could really get her off by making her feel even more helpless. "Mommy, I want you to tell me this time when you think you're getting close to cumming. And I don't want you to cum without my permission. You got that?"

"Yes, my lovely motherfucker."

"God, shivers shoot down my spine when you say that."

"I know! Me too! Around this house, 'motherfucker' will no longer be an insult, but instead will be the highest compliment." She wiped her face clean of tears now that she'd stopped crying.

"How true." He paused in his fucking for a short rest and asked, "So, do you have any regrets that we waited this long?" He wiped the sweat rolling down his face.

"Let's see..." She waited to answer as if she was lost deep in thought. But then she broke into a big smile and shouted, "FUCK YEAH!"

"Yeah? You have regrets?" He frowned.

"Hell, yeah!" she replied while thrusting her hips upward at him. "My regret is you should have started fucking me months ago. Years ago! Don't ruin the moment by reminding me of all those years we could have loved each other this way. I was such a sorry, prudish woman!"

"But what about all your doubts and worries from before? Don't you remember how torn you were? Why, it wasn't that long ago when you felt compelled to see a psychologist. We're so lucky it happened to be Xania, but still..."

She waved the words away even as she wiggled her hips in a continuing effort to jump start his fucking again. "FUCK doubts and worries! I'm sure you would have fucked them right out of me, just like you're doing right now. I keep telling you, we need to see more of the bad Alan. Just take what's yours! We can have more of the nice Alan AFTER you've filled our pussies, asses, and tummies to the brim with your cum. Don't you understand that all of us have a deep, primal need to be fucked hard and deep by a REAL MAN like you? And speaking of the bad Alan, I'd like to see a little more of him and a little less talking right now. Get medieval on my ass!"