![]() Part 20: Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress (MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy) Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
CHAPTER 1 (Sunday,
Nov. 10) Alan himself was agnostic, but wanted
to see what she thought for her own beliefs. At the same time, he joked
to himself, There must be a god, and a very great god, to have given
me such a mother. Katherine barged right in. "Hey, Big Pussy-pleasing Brother. I've been sent as a messenger
from the big-boobed one. She says no more lollygagging. Breakfast is
almost ready." Yesterday's festivities,
while enjoyable, had taken their toll on his body. He wasn't in agony,
but he wasn't exactly prepared to start a sex-filed day quite yet. He
at least wanted to get his bearings first. He laughed at that coincidence inwardly. I just want to have a normal day today. Heck, even going to church
doesn't sound so bad, for once. I should really ask Sis to stop and
just get up on my own... He found that he loved it, just as he always did. He decided that he should try better to give as good as he got, and attempted to whisper sexy things back to her. She talked, as she usually did in these circumstances, about how desperate she was to have him fuck her. After hearing her
say things like, "Your fuck toy hopes that today will be the day
you take your big strong hands and teach my naughty ass how to behave," his reluctant feelings melted away. Technically, Katherine wasn't allowed to give him
a blowjob, but her blowing slowly morphed into soft, gentle licks.
She finished the handjob with his penis in her mouth under the excuse
that she didn't want to make a mess. She slid
her hot pants down her legs just seconds before she froze, clenched
tight and let loose with a joyous and loud orgasm. Apparently just the
fantasy that she was about to get fucked pushed her over the edge. Katherine commented
as she pulled herself back together, "To think. All these years
Mom saying to me, 'Go get your brother and tell him he's going to be
late for church.' And it was such a bother. It was certainly a lot more
fun today! Now I just love any excuse to come in here. Or should I say
cum in here. They're nearly one and the same! This room is starting
to smell good again; just like your cum. Don't change it. We need to
fuck repeatedly in every room of the house so there's no escape from
this smell anywhere." He'd probably try to kick my ass instead of doing the smart thing and
join in. What an idiot. But I feel bad for him, because Suzanne is over
at our house so much. I have a feeling something bad is going to come
of this whole Brad thing. Any day, he, or his dad for that matter, could
wander over via the back patio route just like Amy always does. And
then we'd be in deep shit. Alan was amenable for whatever she wanted,
and he would have been very eager had he known her true intentions,
but Susan wouldn't allow it. After all, she pointed out, he had been
grounded just the day before and for the whole week. For once, Suzanne
couldn't get the normally very pliable Susan to budge. After lunch he continued this mood, leading to lots of questions from the others. More than one female asked him about the state of his penis, but he merely said his penis was fine. Katherine asked if he didn't need some relief after all the teasing in church, but he said no, he was flaccid. He was also repeatedly reminded that he needed to maintain a better than average number for the rest of the week. He
said he knew that. He kept reading. Finally, more to maintain his average and get them to
stop bothering him than anything, Alan allowed Suzanne to slowly stroke
him while he read his newspaper. Alan left to take a nap. He felt irked
and tired. She was even more disappointed at Alan's attitude.
She called the others around her. "Did you see that? He didn't
really seem into it. Of course he got into it eventually and filled
my mouth with a load of hot and tasty seed. But it seemed like he was
fighting it; like he just wanted to be left alone. I've never seen that
before. Do you think he's getting tired of us?" "But how?" Amy asked. Alan's medical story hadn't been completely explained to Amy yet (mostly to protect Akami and Dr. Fredrickson in case Amy slipped up and talked to someone), but now she knew enough to get the gist. Just earlier in the day, she was told that Alan needed to be "made happy" six times a day, every day, or he'd feel really tired. Amy continued, "We're all
acting really sexy. Super sexy." She looked at Suzanne. "I
especially like what you're wearing, Mom. If that doesn't get him happy,
then what will?" She sighed, and then redirected her energy to the problem at hand. "In any case, Susan, if we all go to the beach, we'll be
able to send his libido into overdrive, and at the same time we'll be
insured from going too far like what happened yesterday, because we'll
be at a public place." She cursed her own body part: Damn you, pussy. Always betraying me. You're almost as bad as my tits. Can't you ever get satisfied or
are you going to make me die of dehydration as I just plain gush myself
to death? Katherine very much wanted to, but Susan wouldn't allow it. Susan pointed
out that Katherine was also grounded, and since her offenses were much
more serious than Alan's, her grounding would be adhered to more rigorously. In actual fact, there was a bad double standard at work. Susan was simply so hungry for her son's cum that she was incapable of punishing him for any length of time, and she especially didn't want the competition from her even more eager daughter. As they gathered their things
to walk down a steep and winding path, a male surfer-type walked up
to them and said to Alan, "Whoa, dude, one guy with three total
babes? Are you lucky or what! What is this, some kind of photo shoot
or something?" Susan, while
surprised at the move, didn't say a thing or discourage it. As a matter
of fact, she rather enjoyed the way her son had suddenly gotten so territorial
about his women in the presence of another man. Alan looked over at Susan and was stunned by the way her tits swayed
from side to side as the golden sun beamed down upon her fair skin and
the sight of the ocean off the edge of the cliff far below them. His
breath caught in his throat. "Diplomatic answer," Alan
laughed. "We've gotta run." He wrapped his arm around Susan's
shoulder again and dragged her off, even while she continued to mug
and pose. She pointed down the beach. "That family on the other side is probably European. You just have
a grandma, mother, and kids there anyway. So, really, we're pretty private.
And I'm sorry it's not completely empty. That's how it was when I was
here once before. But I guess since it's such a brilliant, lovely day,
even though it's November, and the fact it's the weekend, put a few
more people here. We'll live. And not to put too fine a point on it,
but have you considered what they might think of US being here? If they
have the courage to stick around, why can't we?" She looked back up towards
Alan and flashed him her usual winning smile. Of the four of them, Alan
had fully expected Amy to disrobe first. He was amused to see that he'd
been right. And Amy. Look at her. She looks so good like this. Just
one look at her cheery smile gets me hard, not to mention her cute,
round, naked butt. That's a damn fine butt. Or Suzanne - turn this
way, Aunt Suzy. Yes! Turn around some more, you giant pale goddess.
Awesome. What a great-mother daughter combination! She turned towards her mother. "Thanks
so much for allowing me to come, Mom. I feel like one of the gang." But Susan wouldn't have it. "Alan
is still grounded," she pointed out. "I'd better come with
you." Alan had never
seen anything like it. He seriously wondered if she could hit herself
in the face with a tit. Nearly everyone, even other females, did a double-take when they saw Suzanne and Amy. It was remarkable enough that they were such knockouts, but the fact that they both acted like they belonged to the same guy was even more surprising. Alan felt like he had walked
into the Academy Award ceremony down a red carpet, with two movie starlets
on either side of him. The two women basked in the attention. Suzanne pulled at her bikini top
to show more of one of her tits than was already exposed and pretended
to show off a tan line. But it was a joke because there wasn't any tan
line at all on her ivory skin. She pulled the bikini so far from her skin that Alan could
see the entirety of one of her nipples. He was surprised she'd do that
with so many men staring. It got some loud whistles.
Well, within legal limits, anyway. For instance, I could just put my
hand on Amy's butt, even though we're a public spectacle. And as for Suzanne, talk about
fucking lucky; I have no idea what I did to deserve it, but she's totally
into me. I'm going to do the same with her and see what she does.
Amy's eyes flew open and her mouth opened as if she said "Ooooh!" but she didn't say a word. She didn't even break stride as they walked on. The only change was that her smile grew wider and her stride changed to more of a saunter. Then he did the same to Suzanne, and laughed inwardly as her smiled also grew, so much so that her facial expression nearly perfectly matched Amy's. The way she walked also changed to match Amy's saunter. Like mother, like daughter, he thought bemusedly. I guess they really are alike in some ways. There was one important difference
between them, however. Exploring further, he found that he could only
get his middle finger into Amy's very small hole, but managed to fit
his middle and ring fingers into Suzanne's more accommodating anus.
All this experimenting created a great deal of pained yet delighted
gasping from both females as they repeatedly clenched and relaxed their grip on his fingers. Alan stopped and chatted and introduced his two sexy companions. But something possessed him not to take his hands off either Suzanne or Amy's ass, not even to shake hands. In fact, as he casually talked with Darryl, he continued to saw in and out of both their hotly clutching assholes with his fingers. It seemed to him that all his sexual fun took place inside and in private, but here was a rare chance for him to publicly "mark his territory" and hopefully not have it come back and haunt them. Meanwhile, Alan's attentions to Amy and Suzanne's asses plus the idea of being watched
by so many people had gotten to both of them. They started to squirm
as if they both had to pee incredibly badly. Shit! Now my face is all flushed and I'm probably leaking all down
my thighs. Alan's friend must certainly know what's going on, not to
mention the countless people standing behind me. This Darryl guy must
be able to see the glistening juices running out of my pussy. Fuck!
This is wild! This so naughty and un-PC! I've always been the one in the driver's seat with
my other lovers. If this were anyone else, I'd slap the guy upside the
head. But this is just too much fun to stop. Especially seeing how the
timid and nerdy Alan is blossoming into a total Don Juan. Wow. What
have I created? When Amy got horny she loved to get
naked, and right then she had a nearly overwhelming desire to rip her bikini off.
She imagined falling to the sand in the buff, then having Alan pounce
on her and fuck her silly, with crowds of beach goers watching. Had
Suzanne gotten naked and joined in their sandy beach romp, so much the
better. But she restrained herself, even as she helplessly writhed more
and more on Alan's invasive digit, the longer they stood there talking to Darryl. Then
the three of them turned around and headed back to Susan. He thought, That was a really close call
with Darryl. Lucky he goes to a different school. Of course it makes
sense since we're at a far off beach, but there was a chance, IS a chance,
that I could run into someone from my own school. How the heck would I explain
walking with these two, especially if some school mate saw where my
hands were? A lot of them know who Suzanne is from seeing her at the open house nights and such, since she's so good looking. Or what if Glory happened to be surfing out here today?
Whoa. She DOES go to far off beaches to avoid her students. I need to be smart! Amy laughed agreeably upon seeing that. She playfully grabbed his other hand and slid it back onto her ass under her bikini bottom too, saying, "I only minded when you stopped!" So he figured, To Hell with being smart. I'm too horny! God, people must be staring at my painful erection throbbing hard against my suit and my hands are occupied so I can't even adjust it. It's liable to pop right out at any moment and then we'll really a sight! He continued what he was doing with their tempting asses. He said under his breath, "Dammit, when we get back to where it's safe, I'm gonna need the biggest blowjob of my life. I'm probably gonna last two seconds before I blow." Amy replied none too quietly, "Oooh! Shotgun! I get to blow him first!" Suzanne said like a chiding mother, "No Honey Pie, shotgun only counts for getting the front seat in a car; it doesn't count for cocksucking our Sweetie here. And what about Susan? Shouldn't she get a fair chance?" Amy replied, "Hey, you snooze you loose!" The two of them continued to argue who should get to blow him, which only made it more difficult for Alan to walk with his stiff erection. Finally, they asked him what he thought. He didn't want to play favorites. So he just quipped as he gave both of their ass cheeks an extra firm squeeze, "What do I think? I think you're both being very cheeky." That elicited groans for the word play combined with groans of arousal for the squeezing. He played with their ass cracks most of the way
back. Alan still had his hands in their butts. Suzanne
said, in the voice of a complaint but with the intention of a command, "I suppose you're going to have to shamelessly play with our tits
now, Mr. Pimp." God DAMN this stupid grounding
of his and Susan keeping him on a short leash - I thought today would be my one big chance. But it hurts so
good to have the anticipation build up. When I finally fuck him, he's
gonna know what it means to be truly and profoundly fucked by a woman
who really knows what she's doing. Watch out, big boy. You don't even
know what's coming. And I am just going to positively die of joy as
he pummels me with that marvelous cock. My Sweetie! They
all let go of each other's privates when they got within sight of Susan,
but they were nonetheless quite a sight to see when they returned. She'd put her top back on since Alan had left, but when
the other three returned , Susan was again persuaded to take her top
off. More importantly, she agreed not to cover up with her arm or by
lying down. Suzanne, Alan, and Amy went completely nude, so she was
still a bit behind, but for her, actually exposing her chest in a public
place was a major concession. Being naked in front of Alan was one thing
- she loved and craved that by now. But being naked in front of any
other male was a completely different thing. She nonetheless kept her
hands over her chest as much as the others would let her. Suzanne was the pot calling the kettle black, since Alan had gotten her and Amy very worked up and he damn well knew it. The mother and daughter were still dripping-wet with excitement, while he was hard but not especially so. Still, he appreciated the offer and said, "You know it, Aunt Suzy. I'm all over that idea. I know it's risky, but if I don't blow soon, I'm gonna die." Both Susan and especially Amy were more intent to watch instead of stay on the look-out for strangers. They practically salivated over what Suzanne did. Susan muttered things like, "The
things we have to do sometimes for your medical treatment." Sure enough, Susan stared
at all the splattering like her eyes would pop out of her head. Suzanne inwardly cackled with glee. She felt Susan's hands on her tits as she swept up gobs of cum and ate them. "You know, we really
should stop this," Susan said halfheartedly even as she gloried
in rolling the cum around the insides of her mouth. Suzanne didn't notice
at first because her eyes were closed, but then she realized there were
too many hands on her. She opened her eyes, sat up, and barked, "Amy,
what do you think you're doing?" After a couple of minutes, Suzanne
said to Alan, "Sweetie, could you get up and help me for a minute?" She pulled her pussy lips open and allowed Alan a glimpse into her hidden
depths. Alan and Suzanne were both disappointed that
she didn't use her tongue to lick it up, but it was an inspirational
sight, just the same. She stared intently as Alan's fingers plunged
in and out of Suzanne's pussy. Drool actually fell out of her mouth
without her noticing. Her pussy shook and trembled with excitement
as she imagined that it was her own pussy getting violated by her son's
fingers. Amy came back not long after Suzanne's massive climaxes began. She sat next to Alan and watched her mother writhe. When Suzanne first noticed Amy, she was horrified, but she was
too far gone at that point to even say anything. As she continued to buckle, she realized the
fact that Amy was watching made her even hotter. Plus, this whole thing with Amy is killing me. As a responsible mother
I really need to keep her out of all this. But as a lust-crazed woman I
totally want to do her myself! That is so wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Don't even think about it. I'm not thinking about it. She's my daughter;
that's real incest. No. No, no, no, no, no.... I am NOT going to lick my way all down
Suzanne's stomach, exploring her belly button with my tongue, lapping
up my son's cum along the way. If I start licking, I just might find
my mouth down there right next to Alan's plunging fingers. Soon I'd
be lapping up her love juices he's so copiously creating, straight from
her quivering hole. No! I have willpower. That's a totally different
thing from just enjoying some of his cum. That's a lesbian thing! I
am NOT going to do that! Suzanne thought, I never knew I could feel this happy. I'm
a friggin' genius. Who says crime doesn't pay? Not that what I did was a crime, just a little bit of necessary and harmless duplicity. My six times a day scheme
was the most brilliant thing I ever did, hands down! At one point Suzanne idly made the comment, "I love you when you're naked outside like this." That got Alan to think very seriously. He said to her in a contemplative voice, "You know, it's funny. I mean, you're practically like family. I even call you 'aunt' a lot. But you've always officially been Mom's best friend from next door, and not officially family, and so there's been this formality. Especially with the way Mom was, you know, how she was so proper and formal. She's still kind of that way, even though she's loosening up with her body." He continued more earnestly, "But anyway, even now, you or I can say 'I love you when you're naked,'
but not just 'I love you.' But that's what I want to say: I love you.
Because I really do love you. And I don't just mean physically. You're,
like, one of the most important people to me in the whole wide world.
I really mean that. I really, truly love you deeply." Alan, in turn, tried to stare into her eyes during this important emotional moment, but had a hard time from drifting down to her chest. Her boobs were easily visible just under the water and the way they rose up and seemed to float made them seem even bigger than ever. They looked nearly Brenda-esque in size. He thought to himself, When I say I love Suzanne, how much of that is because she's such a sexual hourglass shaped Amazon, and how much is it her personality? ... Ah, hell, it's both. But there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Does that make me shallow? I think not. Physical attraction is a key part of any romantic love. It's just that her body is so... out of this world amazing! After a couple of minutes, when they had to pause to catch their breath, Suzanne panted, "Sweetie! I love you! I love you, too. If you only knew how much... What I've done, to get you to... Well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is we have each other. I love you!" They kissed
some more. Suzanne had almost started to confess her whole six times a day scheme, but then thought better of it. Alan similarly found her pussy and put two fingers into it without so much as a second thought. As they worked
on each other under the waves while remaining in a hug of sorts, Alan
said between more kisses, "Don't think I'm saying that just because
we've been so physical lately. I felt that way before, and the physical
has just added a new dimension to my love for you." Alan could see tears as they ran down her cheeks. She saw him looking at them and pointed
out, "These are tears of joy. I don't care if you're half my age.
You're the only man I've ever met who I really loved. My husband can
go hang - I wish he would if it means I could be with you! Age doesn't
matter. And you're such a great lover, too!" She pulled herself
even closer to him, so his penis was right on top of her bush. Her hand
was wrapped around his tool already, but she went farther. Using both
hands, she pushed his hand down there out of the way, and then pulled
his penis between her legs, as if he would dry hump her. She said in her scratchy voice, "You know, some times, accidents can happen. For instance,
what if a big wave came by and sort of bumped you into me? What would
we do then?" Even in his mind, he could hardly think at all. Holy
fucking mother of God! Suzanne is... My dick... Fuck! ... Her... She,
Suzanne... No way! We're fucking! But Suzanne appeared calm. She smiled wryly and said, "What do you mean? Big step what? I'm just noting that accidents can happen sometimes." Ironically, a wave did belatedly arrive. It swept both of them off of their feet, but they hugged each other tighter and remained connected down below. Suzanne pressed herself into him and his penis slid in another two inches. Alan's eyes went
wide as saucers in awe and amazement. Thanks to the sound of the waves, he guessed she hadn't heard anything
clearly until he said her name, but she could obviously see something
was up. No doubt from the beach she could see all their intense kissing
and that caused her to come closer and investigate. Suzanne turned, saw Susan, and let his erection vacate her hungry vagina. "Um, we were just talking about love," he said as Susan came
even closer. But then she gushed, "Susan, do you realize? He said he loves me! This is such a special moment in my life. I've never felt like this before!" Susan came closer in an attempt to hold Suzanne's hand. It was obvious from Suzanne's face that she had just had a pivotal emotional moment so Susan's worries that Suzanne was doing something "illegal" with Alan was forgotten. Alan had a hard
time stopping her because he was still struggling to touch the ground
(considerate guy that he was, even in his predicament, he didn't want
to pull himself down deeper into the water and drag Suzanne down with
him because he knew she hated to get her hair wet). As he talked he used a hand that was already underwater to fight Suzanne and keep her from
putting his penis back in her. He was too flummoxed to realize the irony of trying
so hard to get into that hole, and now fighting to keep out. Alan managed to reach the ocean bottom just as the three of them hugged. Even though Susan's bikini bottom was the only stitch of clothing between the three of them, it was a mostly platonic and loving hug. "Suzanne. My Tiger. You two are too great! I'm so happy for the both of you," Susan cooed. Susan's close presence caused Suzanne
to give up her desire to fuck, anyway, so she let go of his penis and
allowed the water to force their bodies apart naturally. What if Mom would have come here a couple of minutes
later? We would have been going at it with total abandon! I know I would
have. Totally fucking wild abandon. Dang. Just one minute later and
I could have at least done a little! What'll Suzanne do now? Is she
going to step back and regret what we were about to do or can we finish what we started
later? Please God, please, let me fuck Suzanne! Soon. Pleeeeeasse! Screw my scheming. This is so far
beyond my scheming or just winning another conquest. This is love! I'm
really in love! I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager. I didn't
even know a woman my age COULD feel like this! But things were a little fishy before I butted in. Good
thing I came out here because I think Suzanne is getting a little bit
carried away. I mean, they are buck naked. And that look in her eyes.... Later I'm going to have to talk
to Suzanne and make sure she's straight on the boundaries. I don't know
about that kind of kissing, even though I've kind of slid a little in
that direction myself sometimes lately... Amy still sat there in all her naked glory. She was a bit suspicious
about all the hugging and kissing in the ocean in front of her - from her distance it looked like the other three had a mini-orgy out in the water. But
she kept her mouth shut. That took Amy and Susan by surprise,
too. They quickly went into position and shielded the blowjob on either
side. Suzanne
groaned inwardly at the thought of her daughter giving a blowjob, but
her mouth was too occupied for her to say anything about it. When Alan
had his penis in Suzanne's mouth, he was truly in heaven, and Suzanne
felt just as good in return. She particularly loved the naughtiness
of it all. Having both Susan and Amy watch close up was almost too much,
and made her nearly lightheaded with happiness. As a result, there was no big cum eating production like earlier. Suzanne
just let Alan fill up her mouth with his seed while a number of joggers
went by and wondered if their eyes had played tricks on them or if they
really saw a woman's head in a man's lap, surrounded by two gorgeous
and topless women. Susan put her bikini top
back on in response. As she saw two more people run past and another
off in the distance, she said, "Look at those goobers gawking at us. I think
that's our cue to leave." Alan took a picture
of that, too, which made them all laugh some more. But the fact behind the joke was,
Susan really could look like a teenager at times, and Suzanne could
not. Even when she was a teenager she had an older, more sophisticated
look about her. Susan had a brief vision of returning to the beach. In it,
she was alone with Alan, running up and down the beach hand in hand
with him. Both jumped up and down in the shallow waves in complete naked
abandon and not caring what anyone else thought. CHAPTER 7 When they all got back home, Suzanne and Amy had to go back to their house to spend time with their family. Alan was exhausted and rested while Susan told Katherine all about the beach trip. However, as tired as Alan was and as full as his weekend was, it still wasn't over. He had plans for his second "non-romantic" date with Christine. Since he'd already cancelled and rescheduled it on Friday, there was no way he could push it off again. Susan teased him about his "hot date" whereas Katherine just gave him a lot of grief about it. While she liked Christine well enough from a purely objective point of view, she burned with jealousy whenever Alan did anything with her. Alan was glad when he finally was able to leave the house. He'd already promised Katherine that he wouldn't go to the movies with Christine and he intended to keep that promise. He'd asked her what she wanted to do and she said, "Like I told you last time, I never get to go out on dates because I have to remain focused on school. But I had a lot of fun last time getting all dressed up and making a big deal of it. Why don't we do it again, but get even dressier? We can dress to the nines and go out to a fine restaurant. That'll be enough for me tonight because tomorrow's a school day. What do you say?" Alan agreed. He dressed up in the nicest clothes he owned, which meant he wore a suit and a tie for one of only a handful of times in his life. But the restaurant that Christine picked, The Avalon, was the fanciest one for miles around and it was more or less expected for males to wear suits there. He'd been impressed with Christine's nice outfit when he picked her up for their last date because she wore nothing but nondescript and conservatively cut clothing at school. But he was absolutely floored when he came to pick her up this time. She was wearing the kind of fancy black outfit that would fit perfectly for a meal at a fancy restaurant like The Avalon, but it also looked like an ideal outfit to show off the goods of a high priced call girl. The truth was, her mother Olga had a great many dresses and Christine had picked one of the most outrageous ones with a scandalously low neckline because she'd caught him staring at her breasts so many times and wanted to please him. Alan just smiled. "No worries. I think you look great!" Trying to imitate Billy Crystal, he joked, "Daaling, you look maahvalous!" "Really? You're just saying that." "Christine, pardon my French, but holy fucking Jesus H. Christ son of a bitch! If you were any hotter, I'd seriously be afraid to touch you because I wouldn't want my fingers to burn off." She laughed. "Okay, now you're really laying it on thick." She added in a husky voice, "Sounds like we may have a problem though because I certainly want you to touch me." Alan thought, Whoa! Warning alert! Danger, Will Robinson, danger! Is she giving off a sexy vibe or what?! This is not what I expected. However, she took him by his hand and immediately said, "You know, one thing I like about these dates is that we can flirt without any worries that it'll go anywhere. It's kind of like flirting with training wheels on." "Yeah, heh-heh. That is cool." He thought, Phew! She was freaking me out for a minute there. I thought she was coming on to me or something. Especially with that black dress. Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day where I could see ALL of Christine's cleavage, but there it is in all its glory. And it's just as perfect as I'd imagined. The only thing that would make that a prettier picture is if my happy hard-on was in the frame, plowing up and down her busty valley. Whoa, Nelly! Calm down boy. This is no way to start a non-romantic date, with a raging erection to end all raging erections. Think of something else! He tried to follow his advice, but his mind wanted to think about things like Suzanne's cleavage or Susan's cleavage. That was only making his problem ten times worse. Christine left him to his thoughts for a few moments then said, "By the way, I should mention that you look great too. Seeing you in a suit makes my heart go pitter patter. When you drove up I was asking myself, 'Where's Alan and what's Cary Grant doing here?'" That broke Alan out of his reverie. "Yeah, right. Now you're the one laying it on thick. But you're right, it's fun." He'd been holding something behind his back the whole time and now brought it out. It was a bouquet of a dozen roses. "Here, my lady, these are for you." Christine squealed with delight, took them from him, and smelled them. Her face lit up with a grand smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed him for a long time on the cheek. She had actually intended to kiss him on the lips, but she chickened out at the last second. This was one of her problems: because she was completely inexperienced sexually, she had very low self confidence with these matters, and very poor flirting skills. When she pulled back, she said, "Thank you! I've never been given flowers before. You're gonna get soooo lucky tonight!" Alan's jaw nearly hit the floor. Then she winked and added, "Of course I mean that in a completely platonic way." "Of course. Ah. Flirting practice. Fun." But he'd thought she'd meant it and his heart was racing a thousand miles an hour. Calming himself a bit, he took her by the arm in a most gallant fashion and said, "Come, my lady. Let's go paint the town red." He opened the car door for her and generally behaved like a perfect gentleman. As he started the car he thought to himself, Man, if it's gonna be like this all evening long, I don't know if my heart can take it. Christine just looks too smoking hot to resist! I never thought I'd say this, but hubba hubba! Dang! Had Alan known what Christine was thinking, he would have been even more blown away. She'd been slowly coming around to the idea of getting romantic with him after all. In the past couple of weeks he'd become a new person in a lot of ways, a much more assertive, easy-going, and happy person (thanks to all his new sexual experience). That unaffected self-confidence made a big difference as far as the ladies were concerned. She was hardly the only girl in school looking at him in a new light, especially with all the rumors going round in certain circles. So far, only Christine's "goody goody" network had put together enough pieces to speculate that he'd turned into some kind of Don Juan. Christine was very aware of all that speculation, including the rumors that he was hung like a horse. However, she also fretted that he was already involved with at least Amy in some unknown way. But much to Alan's relief, the two of them had a nice meal at the restaurant with a bare minimum of flirting. They had a great many interests in common, especially because Christine liked the same "nerdy" and intellectual things Alan did. For instance, their favorite movies and TV shows were nearly identical. They laughed, gossiped and bonded. Alan couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a fun (not to mention delicious) meal. It was only at the end of the meal when they were waiting for the check when things got heavy. Christine put a hand on his over the table and said, "Alan, before we go, I have some things I need to get off my chest." Alan's eyes reflexively dropped into her deep cleavage after hearing her say that and he gawked. However, he quickly realized what he'd done and looked back up. To his great relief, Christine burst into laughter. He laughed along and relaxed. He joked, "Well, I was just checking what it was you needed to get off your chest. I was hoping it was your top." She replied playfully, "You wish!" then laughed some more. However, she turned serious after that and said, "I really want to apologize for the way I turned you down a while back." "Oh, don't mention it. It's water under the bridge." "No, it isn't. I feel awful." Christine had practiced what she was going to say to him at this point over and over. Her plan was to say, "I want to apologize for not only the way I turned you down, but the fact that I turned you down." Then she would openly reveal that she did have a romantic interest in him after all. She had all kinds of paths of what he might say in response plotted out and answers for everything. But that's not what she said. At the last second, she again chickened out and just left it at that. Both of them ended up apologizing profusely to each other. They made vows to strengthen their friendship and do more things together outside of school. There were a number of reasons why she chickened out, such as inexperience, but the main one was the fear of rejection. In the couple of days since she'd heard the gossip that Amy was playing with Alan's "thingy" and that others probably were as well, she'd come to believe the rumors were almost certainly true. Since then, there had been new rumors, including a really wild one that Alan was seen by someone having sex with a completely naked blonde in the teacher's parking lot during school. She dismissed that (actually accurate) rumor because she thought it too outrageous to be even considered, but she also believed that with so much smoke there had to be some fire. She was no dummy and correctly guessed that the abrupt increase in his self-confidence was directly connected to recent sexual successes. So all that introduced a great deal of uncertainty. Ironically, when she took it for granted that he wanted to be romantic with her, she wasn't that interested. She only became really interested after Alan's self-confidence and reputation increased, and now she was too scared to find out how he felt about her when he wasn't pursuing her anymore. Strangely enough, she also had fear of success in this case. If she'd revealed her feelings and he felt the same way, she was afraid that she'd be a failure at physical intimacy. She was the kind of person who had to be the best at whatever she did, and if she wasn't she didn't want anyone to see her doing it. The more she started to imagine him as some kind of talented Don Juan, the more she feared she somehow wouldn't measure up. What she wanted most of all was for Alan to realize from her outfit and her flirting that she wanted him and then he'd take charge and be her guide in learning about sex. What she didn't realize though, was that because of the steady parade of naked women in his life now, her signals were far too tame for him to properly understand. They split the bill (at Christine's insistence) and left the restaurant. The rest of their time together was pleasant but predictable. Alan kissed her goodnight on the cheek at her front door again and generally acted like a perfect gentleman. When she got to her room she wanted to break down and cry. Instead, she went to the family rec room and practiced her martial arts to blow off steam. The most frustrating thing for her was that the date had gone so amazingly well that she found her feelings for him growing stronger and stronger. But the possibility that he was fooling around with Amy and maybe others hung over her like a heavy cloud because she was absolutely unwilling to share him. CHAPTER 8 The dinner lasted over three hours, mostly because of good conversation. So it was getting late when Alan came home, but Susan and Katherine were still waiting up for him. As soon as he came through the door, both of them wanted to know everything that had happened and were especially curious if anything physical happened. When he said that it remained entirely platonic, Susan appeared crestfallen. But Katherine was ecstatic. She jumped around and threw her arms into the air. "Woo-hoo! Sweet!" Alan just tolerantly waited her out. When Katherine had calmed down some, Susan said, "Let me see if I get this straight. Christine was with you over three hours and she didn't so much as jack you off?" "Yep." "Hrm. I don't know what's gotten into Angel, but I already don't like this Christine very much. It's especially galling since you say she's got the bust and looks to be Alan-worthy. But that being the case, you must be horribly backed up with sperm." "That is true. I don't know if she intended it or not, but she kept my penis rock hard for most of the evening. She wore a low-cut dress that left me positively drooling." "Hrm. Not good. Well, Angel and I were discussing this while you were gone. I'm willing to help you with your problem, but as you know, Angel is being grounded. She's allowed to jack you off just once today and nothing else and she's already used that up. So, if you want me to, could I take care of you?" "What, are you crazy? Of course I want you! I want you and Sis both equally of course, but maybe Sis could at least watch?" Katherine had her arms folded and had gone from joy to irritation. "Grrr. I guess that's better than nothing." Alan unzipped his fly and flopped out his erection. "Great! Hey Mom, I've got an idea. Before I take this outfit off, why don't I get some mental AND physical relief? I could pretend that you're Christine and we're doing our date over." "Brilliant! Son, you're so creative. I love it! Wait right here though while I get dressed in something sexy. What color was her dress?" She rushed to the stairs as she talked. "Blue. Kind of silky." Katherine followed after her. After a few minutes Alan began to wonder what was taking so long. He crept to the top of the stairs and was able to listen from there, since Susan had left her door open and she and Katherine were arguing boisterously. Susan was complaining, "No, I can't go like that, Angel. It's completely improper! I'd be sending the wrong signal." "And what signal is that?" Katherine goaded, "Maybe you're signaling that Mommy wants to suck on a spermsickle? Lick on a bally-pop? Would that be so bad, to let him know that you know your place is on your knees with a big dick in your mouth?" "Really, Angel, you're so vulgar." "Hey. I'm just calling a spade a spade. If you go down there topless, he'll get so hot and hard that your tonsils will be drowning in cum within five minutes." Susan couldn't quite hide her eagerness for that. "You think? I don't know..." Alan snuck back downstairs, confident that Katherine had the situation in hand. Susan came back down the stairs a few minutes later. She was all dolled up, even wearing glossy lipstick, eye shadow, and a necklace. She wore a fancy light blue satin dress but there was no fabric of any kind above her stomach, leaving her topless. He didn't have to pretend surprise, because he was rather taken aback at how scorchingly hot she looked. She was bursting with eagerness. "I'm sorry, Son, it's just that I have such a hard time keeping my chest covered when I'm around you. The clothes just seem to fly off. Should I go put the rest on?" "No, please. I can't really complain if- Oops! For pretend date purposes, I haven't seen you yet. I have something in the car I picked up on the way home, hoping this would happen. Hold on, I'll get it." Alan put his dinner jacket back on. He went to the garage and picked up two bouquets of flowers that he'd bought at Safeway on the way home. He'd made a note of what a great reaction flowers got from Christine and wanted to see if he could repeat that success. Instead of walking the usual way from the garage directly into the house he went back outside and rang the doorbell. Susan answered it in her topless blue dress with only her arms over her chest. Alan immediately pushed into the house so no one could get a free peek of his semi-naked mother. He noticed Katherine had come back downstairs and was sitting on a nearby couch, watching with a slight frown on her face. He held both bouquets behind his back. "Hi Christine. Damn! You look fantastic." He joked, "That's an unusually revealing outfit compared to what you wear at school." Susan knew he was holding something behind his back but didn't press to ask what it was. Instead, she suddenly realized that she'd never talked to Christine except in passing at a couple of school events. She said, "Time out." She turned to Katherine. "Oh dear. Angel, I don't know Christine from a hole in the ground. How does she talk? What should I say? What's she like? All I know is that she does really well in school and her breasts are as big as mine." Katherine stood up and wandered over. "There's not much more to know except that she's a pathetic lonely virgin and she's justly nicknamed the 'Ice Queen.' So harden your heart and act like a cold-hearted know-it-all bitch and you'll do fine." Alan complained, "Hey Sis, that's totally mean and you know it. We'll talk about your Christine issues later but for now don't ruin my 'date' with your negativity. Okay?" Katherine gave him a bit of a look, but then relented and nodded sullenly. As Alan turned back to Susan, he noticed she was hopping about excitedly, holding her breasts to stop them from slapping up in her face. "I'm on a date with my son! Did you hear that, Angel? My big cum-filled boy wants to spend a romantic evening with me and seduce me!" Alan chuckled. "That's right, Mom. But remember that you're Christine now, okay? You don't need to be exactly like her, just pretend to be an intelligent and, yes, a kind of demanding know-it-all teenaged girl. Remember how I asked her out and she turned me down. Got that?" She nodded, but there was a new fire in her eyes. "She turned you down. How could I forget that? What is WITH this girl? She could have been slurping on your cock for weeks by now." He ignored that and tried to get the role play going. "So as I was saying, 'Christine, you look fantastic!'" "Why, thank you, kind sir! And look at you. Don't you look good enough to eat? Alan, I've never seen you in a suit before. It makes you so handsome." "And I've never seen you in a dress like that before." Very mindful of her bare breasts, he joked, "You should wear that to school some time." But then he turned serious and turned on the charm. "I'm speechless before your beauty. I've been your number one admirer for so long. But what I can't express with words maybe I can say with this." He pulled one of the bouquets from behind his back. "For you." Susan's eyes went wide and she squealed like a stuck pig. She started wildly jumping about in the exact same manner Katherine had a few minutes earlier. "Oh my God! My God! This is so exciting! My son is too wonderful for words!" "Remember, you are Christine. Although I did buy the flowers for you, Mom. It's just a small way for me to show you how much I love you." Without further ado, she threw herself at him and kissed him on the lips with unbridled passion. She shoved her tongue so far into his mouth that she seemed intent on trying to deep throat him with it. Alan loved her attentions but had a hard time keeping the other bouquet hidden behind his back. Suddenly, she pulled back and stared wildly into his eyes from inches away. "Good Lord, you are gonna get SO lucky tonight!" She dropped to her knees. Alan laughed. "That's funny. Christine said the exact same thing when I gave her the flowers." Katherine had retreated to the couch but suddenly stood up and stormed over to Alan. "She did? And you gave her flowers? You said it wasn't a romantic date!" She was angry. Susan didn't have anything to say; she was busy unzipping Alan's fly and fishing his dick out of his pants. She looked at all the pre-cum that had built up from so much anticipation and she joked, "Pre-cum to momma!" But Alan didn't have a chance to tell his mother that she was out of character for the role play or even laugh at her out of character word play because he had to deal with Katherine before she built up a full head of steam. Luckily, he had the other bouquet of flowers and brought them out. "Uh, Christine, I noticed you have a younger sister who is in every way the equal to your beauty. Here Katherine, these are for you." Katherine didn't jump about but was more hushed with awe and disbelief as she took the flowers from him. "Really? For me? You were thinking of me?" Alan felt the need to temporarily break out of the role play which wasn't working too well in the first place. "Of course I was thinking of you. On any given day, hardly an hour goes by without me thinking of you somehow. I love you as much as any brother ever loved his sister. It's like you're a part of me instead of us being two separate people. You know what I mean?" "Brother! I know exactly what you mean! Oh! Oh! ... Mom, did you hear that?" Susan already was busy slurping on Alan's erection. But as she licked up and down and all around she managed to say, "I heard. It was so romantic!" She was so inspired by the touching moment that she took the entire penis head into her mouth and tried to suck his stiffness all the way down to its base. She repeatedly gagged since she didn't know how to deep throat, but she got as close to deep throating as she could. Alan found himself in a tongue duel with his sister as she kissed him with the same kind of intensity Susan had been kissing him a short time before. Meanwhile, Susan was so intently and enthusiastically using her lips and tongue that he already worried about blowing his load. Finally, Katherine and Alan had to stop kissing just to breathe. Katherine switched to planting kisses all over his face. She said, "Mom, I'm so happy. I've never been as happy as this. Can I please suck him off? If I can't, I don't know what! But I'll be so bummed." Susan was busy making her usual "mmmm" noises. But after some long moments she finally came up for air. While still licking and stroking with a hand (the other hand still held her bouquet), she said absent-mindedly, "That's nice, Angel. But can't you see Mommy's busy? Mmmm. Mommy has a big cum-filled cock she needs to tend to. Maybe later. ... Mmmm! MMMM! .... After all, you are being grounded." "Grrr! So. Un. Fair. GRRR! I wish I was being grinded instead of grounded." "Hey," Susan chided. "Don't even hint of intercourse. That's not allowed. We don't want" - she paused to fit all of Alan's penis head in her mouth and then let it go - "to" - she did it again - "be" - and again - "cock" - she spent a long time licking and sucking it before coming up for air - "teases." She giggled, and then went all out on his erection with her mouth and hands. Alan's balls were now also hanging out through his fly and she spent some time kissing and sucking them too. Her hands, tongue, and lips were never idle. Katherine had time to think and now she switched back to sweetness and light as she resumed kissing Alan all over. "That's okay. I'll make do. The important thing is that you love me, Brother." "I do." A lot more necking and sucking followed. Both Susan and Katherine shed most of their clothing even as Alan only managed to get his dinner jacket off. Even his tie remained hanging loosely around his neck because his hands were too busy to spend much time on undressing. Finally, there came a time between French kisses when Alan had a chance to say, "As much as I'm enjoying this, can we take a time out? My penis needs a break if I'm gonna last much longer. Not only that, but I was really looking forward to a fantasy version of my date." They pulled off. Somehow, both of them managed to hold their bouquets the whole time and keep them intact. CHAPTER 9 Alan was briefly left alone with his erection flagging a little while the other two scurried off to find vases to put the flowers in. He just stood there thinking unsexy thoughts in a desperate and largely futile effort to get his hard-on to go down.
"Um, you're welcome." He was having hard time switching gears. He was busy trying to register that she was wearing nothing but a pink towel around her midsection. She looked distraught. "I must apologize for my appearance. You see, after you knocked that water all over us, we went to change but it turns out all our clothes are already in the wash. Even the towels are wet. I could only find this one small towel." "I spilled water over you?" Susan whispered huskily, "I'm hoping you will spill some liquid all over the back of my throat. But for now, just roll with the punches." Alan was amused that he was being told by Susan to roll with the punches when she was the one who was always getting off track. But he just smiled and said, "Right. Sure. The water. Since I'm rolling with the punches, I'm not even gonna ask why you're only using it to cover the area between your breasts and bush." She dropped her head submissively and honestly answered his question even though he didn't ask. "It wasn't my idea. Angel, er, my sister made me do it." "Wow. I should thank her. Christine, I've dreaming of seeing you naked like this for years." While Katherine may have technically "forced" Susan to dress like that, the truth was she didn't need much coercion at all. Seeing what a great reaction she was getting, she turned around and wiggled her ass. "Look. I'm afraid the towel doesn't cover much of my ass, either." She spread her legs a bit to give him a pussy shot through her legs. Damn, I wanna fuck that hole! Mom is such a fuckin' tease. She'd better get her lips back on my dick and pronto! But all he said was, "Um, but that's kind of a problem, isn't it? How are we going to go eat at The Avalon?" "Ah. Well, my sister and I were just discussing that. We were thinking we could eat here. We're both good cooks." "Okay, that works. Speaking of your sister, how did she fare with the water spilling crisis?" "I thought you'd never ask." Susan whistled towards the stairs. "Sister!" Katherine was waiting for her cue and began walking down the stairs. Alan looked her way and started laughing uproariously. He was so amused because the only thing she wore was a black skirt, but she had it way up around her stomach. It was so short and so high up that he could even see her belly button peeking out of the bottom. Susan, also very mirthful about the outfit, said, "As you can see, she didn't have much left to wear either." Katherine had been looking down into the living room from the top of the stairs. She put on a show of extreme distress about her nakedness that seemed just as heartfelt as the one Susan had put on.
"Water," Alan corrected, grinning. "Whatever. Anyways, with the way I'm shaved totally clean down below, you can see everything! You can see my moist pussy lips and even see my inside." Alan was so aroused that he was ready to scream for someone to give him some oral or manual relief right away. But being a good sport, he tried to play along. "Well, at least I can't see anything on the inside." "No," she conceded, "not at the moment, but all I'd have to do is this" - she spread her legs a bit and pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers - "and then you could see EVERYTHING!" Alan gulped. It was fun, but all so arousing that his erection actually hurt. Susan chided, "Angel, er, Sister, what did I say about teasing Alan about vaginas?" "But it's just a scientific fact, Christine! About the only way he would be guaranteed not to see the inside was if there was some kind of big log-like object filling it up and blocking the view." She giggled at her naughtiness. She pried her pussy lips open again. "Even worse, if a boy in this room decided to have his way with me and fucked me hard and long, when he was all done my pussy would probably be all red and abused and puffy. It would stay gaping open like this without any help from my fingers. Then everyone would be able to clearly watch all the semen pouring out. Gosh, that would be fun but embarrassing." Susan was amused, not to mention aroused, but still felt it necessary to play the bad cop. "What did I just say about tormenting our date with our tight little pussies? Don't make me warn you again." She said to Alan, "Why don't you come in for a bit? Don't be a stranger." Alan had been standing just inside the front door, but now he walked into the living room and sat down. He let Katherine and Susan go into the room before him just so he could admire their bare asses as they walked. Even though Christine didn't really have a younger sister to his knowledge and there was no chance in Hell she would start a date in the buff, he was having a great time just the same. Apparently the talk about cooking dinner was just a pretense because Susan sat down on the floor in front of Alan (very nearly in blowjob position) and Katherine sat back on a nearby couch to watch some more. She would have loved to do more but for her grounding punishment. Susan, getting more into the Christine role now, said, "Alan, I really have to apologize. I can't get over how much I regret turning down your offer for a date." Alan was thinking back to his date, Deja vu. The real Christine nearly said the same thing. But then Susan said, "I've come to realize that you're a man with great needs. Sexual needs. And despite my intellect, I also have some pretty big air bags." She giggled, but then grew serious and turned to Katherine. She asked her, "Should I do it?" Katherine scrunched her face up in frustration. "Mom, I told you exactly what to say. What's the problem?" "Well, just thinking about it, it IS a violation of the boundaries I set..." Alan had no idea what they were talking about, but he listened closely. Katherine argued, "You make the boundaries, so you can change them any time. You DO agree that good mommies need to keep their son's dicks well drained, don't you?" "Yes, but-" "And you do agree that good mommies belong on their knees with their mouths completely full of cock?" "Well, I don't know. For one thing, do we have to use the vulgar 'C' word?" "Oh, come on, Mom. Don't get cold feet now. If your mouth is there to get him off, then why aren't your tits there for the same purpose? Just do what you agreed to do." Susan was wavering, but Katherine stared her down intently and she finally caved completely. Susan turned back to Alan and said, "I have no idea how to make up for all the pain I caused you. I know you were deeply depressed for a whole week and I hear that greatly upset your mother and the rest of your family. But I was thinking that if I offer my tits for you to use to your satisfaction any time you like, that might begin to even the score. And the rest of my body is yours to use as well. Just remember that I'm a virgin. I'm completely at the mercy of your oversized cock, so I beg for you to go slow going all the way." Her words started off tentatively, but she grew more convinced of herself as she talked. Alan was wildly aroused by her words, but thought, What a hypocrite. She was just chiding Sis for vagina teasing, like, a minute ago! Susan continued, "And in case that isn't enough, my sister is offering all of herself as well. I didn't really think it was necessary, but she insisted." She looked over at Katherine and frowned. Katherine smiled a bit sheepishly. But then her eyes lit up as she realized Susan was still wearing her towel. She frowned and nodded at the towel. Susan let her useless towel "accidentally" fall to the ground. She loved it. Having her daughter "force" her to get naughty with her son was driving her to brink of a great orgasm. Alan chuckled and thought, Well, Christine didn't exactly say any of THAT part, but then again this is a fantasy role play. I can't really complain- Oh! Damn! CHAPTER 10 His thoughts were interrupted because Susan was pressing forward and wrapping her big breasts around Alan's erection. Alan was so surprised that he stood up. "What? Whoa! Mom!" Susan quickly knelt up and enveloped his erection again. Alan's accidental incredulousness caused Susan to have new doubts about breaking her boundaries. She froze in place, uncertain about what to do. "I know. Technically speaking, the boundaries mean that you're not supposed to even touch my breasts. Maybe we should stop and just have a nice cocksucking?" Katherine quickly came to the rescue. "Mom, what are you talking about? Tonight's a very special occasion. I know that. Alan touched both of us both with his gifts. Don't you think an extra special boy like that deserves extra special cums? Don't you think he should explode his hot cum all over your face?" Susan's tits weren't moving, but the smell of cum so close to her face was too much for her and her tongue was snaking out to lick at the penis head. "Well, yes, of course, but...". Katherine pressed on, "Not only that, Mom, but you ARE playing Christine in a role play. And even though she's a frigid bitch, she's still a slut for Alan's cock. So if you're trying to be Christine, you need to make a fuck tunnel out of your tits. NOW, Mom." Susan was so far gone that she forgot Christine was hardly a confirmed "slut for Alan's cock" and in fact had turned Alan down for a date not that long ago. She started sliding her giant soft fun bags all over Alan's erection. "How does that feel? Remember that I'm Christine, not Mommy. You're not allowed to do this with Mommy." "Wow. Thanks. Uh, Christine." He seized on the chance to get the role play back on track yet again, even though it was a losing battle. He was also happy to say anything she liked if it kept his dick lodged in her moving cleavage. Susan had already lubed her chest up with some kind of oil when she was putting away the flowers. So Alan's erection slid around with magnificent ease between her two large pale orbs. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she tried lifting one tit up and then the other one in a repeating pattern. For a novice, she hit on a fantastic technique from the very beginning. It felt remarkably like vaginal intercourse. As Alan hit a good stroking rhythm, Susan thought, Alan's cock and my tits - what a match made in heaven! I've been fantasizing about this for days and it's as good as I'd dreamed. Better, even! Angel is so right - why should I fight this? My tits are so sensitive all over that this may even feel better than real fucking. Hard to know for sure though, since I'd never been truly fucked by a REAL man like my son. But since I can never allow my sweet Tiger to fuck my pussy, I'm gonna have to settle for this. Alan, fuck my tit-cunt! You're gonna be doing it every day from now on, if I have any say in the matter! Heh-heh! Alan was enjoying the titfuck experience so much, not to mention the sight of it, that he didn't speak for a while. But after a couple of minutes, Susan said to him in a soothing tone, "Yes, this is Christine here. Alan, why don't you close your eyes? That way, I really do become Christine. Imagine that your date took a different turn and this is how it ended up. She's seen the light and surrendered to the power of your unstoppable cock. Just like your Mommy has. You're ending the date by filling her up everywhere with your sperm, starting with her tits. Think about that for a while." Alan thought that was a great idea and did close his eyes. His mind thought up all kinds of wonderful fantasies. After a couple minutes, he began to feel that he really was titfucking Christine. Susan also drifted into a blissful reverie. I love how Tiger looks so sharp and handsome dressed up in a tie and everything. It's like he's a powerful businessman come home from work to me, his wife! Hee-hee! And here I am performing my nightly wifely duties, giving him his welcome back home titfuck. At least that's how I'd behave if I had a potent and virile man like Alan for my husband. Then we'd have dinner and lay around the fire, fucking and sucking the night away. As his wife, Alan would be able to fuck my pussy! All the time, too! God, that makes me SO HOT! Oh, yes... Oooh! Ah! ... He made me cream again. Thank you, hubby, hee-hee!
She looked over at Katherine to see if she was saying and doing the right things. Katherine gave her a big thumbs up and motioned for her to continue. Susan spoke to Alan's erection as she said, "Now one of my punishments will be that I have to share you with my sexy younger sister Katherine and so many other big busty girls. You may have sex with two or more of us at once and want me to have sex with other girls. I'll even do that because I love you so much and because I can't say no to this cock." She paused her thrusting for a bit so she could lick his penis head and show just how much she loved it. Then the thrusting continued, but she kept trying to lick the head whenever it came into her tongue's reach. Alan was happily drifting away into an orgasmic nirvana. He hoped that Susan really meant every word (except for calling Katherine a sister and not a daughter). But then he heard a smooching sound and he opened his eyes to find out what it was. Katherine was sitting next to Susan on the floor and they were kissing each other on the other's face (but not on the lips - that would have been crossing the line into unacceptable behavior for Susan). Susan saw out of the corner of her eye that Alan was watching, so she pulled away from the kiss and said, "You see? I want you so much that you even make me act like a lesbian, just to get you hot. I don't want to be a virgin any more." She craned her neck back forward to keeping licking the tip of his dick each time it passed close. "Tonight, after you've creamed all over my face and chest a few times, I want you to make me a woman. Then I want you to make Katherine a woman. I want your cock to live in our cunts. We want to be your favorites. We want to be the cunts you think of first, ahead of all your other cunts." Alan looked over to Katherine. She was nodding in agreement with Susan's words. Seeing that Susan couldn't see her face but Alan could, she mouthed the words, "Number one fuck toy." Alan hadn't been thrusting away for that long compared to his usual standards, but all of the naughty language, plus his first titfuck with his mother, was simply too much to take. He shouted, "Uh-oh! I'm losing it! Losing it!" Susan said, "Angel, this one's for you." Alan's dick continued to slide though Susan's cleavage, but Katherine bent down over her mother's chest and took the top of Alan's erection into her mouth. "Ahhh...." He relaxed and let the semen fly. It felt great to just let go, like taking a long piss after holding the urge in for hours. He fell back into the couch he was sitting on with a great big grin on his face. He surveyed the room as he recovered. Katherine was happy as a clam, enjoying a mouthful of cum. She felt she'd made out pretty well considering that she was grounded and not supposed to touch Alan's penis. She also liked getting her mother to bend and follow her orders. Susan wouldn't agree to just anything, but she was remarkably pliant when Katherine "forced" her to play with Alan's erection. Susan only got a few drops that landed on her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind. She was still blissed out over his flowers gesture. She thought, Okay, I went a little overboard. Again. I broke the boundaries I set. Again. Tomorrow I'll probably rue my lack of self-control. Again. But this shows that Alan really loves me, not just as a mother but as a woman! How could I resist? When was the last time I got flowers from my husband? Years ago. I feel so alive and appreciated and LOVED! Alan thought, Dang! I really need to buy flowers more often! No joke. I've heard women like flowers, but this reaction was just out of control crazy great. Maybe it's just a reflection of how strong our love is. I have a feeling that if I went and picked a dandelion from the front yard, they'd still be over the moon. Ah well. The Christine "non-romantic date" wasn't at all what I expected but it was still great, and the role play afterwards wasn't what I expected but also quite great. Mom just gets too excitable to stick to a role play role, unless maybe it was one that involves a lot of cocksucking. Not that I mind too much, heh-heh! Add the trip to the nude beach - especially what almost happened in the water with Suzanne - and add the real Christine date to that and it's been yet another fantastic day in paradise. One of my best days ever! Alan was suddenly overcome with exhaustion. Only after cumming did he realize just how late it was and remember that he had to go to school the next morning. He staggered off to bed after a few goodnight kisses and fell right to sleep. He never did get a chance to discuss Katherine's "issues" about his going out with Christine.
NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, DD,
Lucky KM, NightShadow,
Davy Jones, Gnome, WD40, IBT, Kairpra, and Spurtz. |
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