Chapter 884 Susan

Susan winked at him, and then sat down on the edge of his bed. "Sorry to get carried away like that. Am I bothering you?"

"No. Definitely not. You're very entertaining, and your constant enthusiasm gives me energy. Unfortunately, I'd love to get aroused, and I am in my mind, but my dick isn't cooperating. It's had a busy day."

She pulled down his covers and reached out for his penis. It was twitching, but only half hard at best. "That's too bad, 'cos Mommy's all naked for you." (Technically, her robe was still clinging on her, but it wasn't covering much except some of her legs.)

Her chest heaved with desire as she continued, "Mommy needs a good reminder of who's in charge here. Mommy wants you to prove your total domination and control all over again by fucking her face! Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Would you like to paint my face white with your cocky paintbrush? Mommy would be so proud to wear your special spermy sauce all night long! Good Lord, Mommy would love that SO MUCH!"

"Mom! I swear! You get me so aroused! But really, we shouldn't. I made a solemn vow to have absolutely no more hanky-panky for the rest of the night. And even if I wanted to violate that, my dick doesn't feel up for it."

"I'm sorry. Your homework comes first. Let's talk about something else before I get carried away again... Oh! I know. I forgot to tell you, but Akami called a couple of times today. I haven't really been answering the phone much lately..."

She mentally recalled her morning with Suzanne and Xania, and then how Suzanne managed to squeeze in several hours of lactation-inducing nipple sucking before Alan got home and also while he was napping.

She shook the thoughts clear and tried to focus on the non-sexual things she had to say. "But I heard her on the answering machine a while ago. She said she wanted to talk to you about Dr. Fredrickson. There was something kind of funny about her voice. I dunno. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Weird, huh?"

"Yeah."

As she talked, she held both her massive melons and idly hefted one up and then the other, back and forth, like she was titfucking an invisible penis. "Anyway, it wasn't like an emergency, and she didn't really explain why she was calling at all, except that she really wanted to speak to you. I imagine you can't call her back tomorrow morning because you'll be in school, but I'm sure you'll figure it out when you go in for your appointment tomorrow afternoon. Or actually, already today, since it's past midnight by now. Is she a good fuck, by the way? Vaginally, I mean."

"Sure. Mom, there's no such thing as a bad fuck. Oh, I guess there probably is for some people, but I haven't had one yet. I don't know how there could be bad fucks, 'cos every time I stick my dick in a pussy and start thrusting, it feels beyond great."

She eyed his penis, but if anything it seemed more flaccid than it had been a minute before.

He was disappointed too. He thought, It's strange. Mom is giving me this full-on sex attack, and it's awesome, but I can't get it up. Meanwhile, just seeing a lot of Christine's cleavage had my dick hard enough to drill through rock! But also, it's been a couple hours since then and I'm really tired and weary. I'd go to sleep in a flash if I didn't have more homework to do first.

Instead of grasping his penis, Susan brought her hand down to her pussy lips. "Tell me more. What's it like?"

He laughed. "Mom, you sound like a virgin. But you've had real vaginal sex more often than I have."

Susan thought back to the times she'd had sex with her husband. "Technically that's true, though probably just barely. Most years, you could count the number of times Ron and I did the deed on one hand. Remember, Ron is gay. And believe me, he made love to his wife like a gay man, if you can imagine what I mean by that. Let's just say that, prior to the first time you shoved your cock down my throat, I had no idea what everyone was raving about with the whole sex thing. You're the first and only straight man who'll ever enter my cunt - or any of my other orifices - until the day I die."

She paused, and got more excited as she thought about that. "Oooh! That's true. In a way, I'm a virgin for my son! Ron doesn't really count. You'll be the only man to ever feel pleasure pounding my defenseless pussy!"

She began fingering her pussy lips more overtly. "I can't stop thinking about it! I mean, Son, imagine me with my legs up as I hold my ankles next to my ears, so you can nail me as deep as possible. Can you picture that? I want you to drill me so deep that your cock'll come up my throat and I'll be able to suck you off at the same time!"

He laughed at that physically impossible image.

She stood up, then bent over to pick up her robe, which somehow had managed to fall to the floor even though she'd been sitting in it on the edge of his bed the whole time. "Goodnight, my lovable, cuddly Tiger."

"Wait!" he complained. "You can't leave me like this."

She looked at his penis. It was still completely flaccid. "What? You're down for the count and you said you're going to stay that way."

"I know, but after all that sexy talk I'm really mentally aroused."

She dropped her robe. Then she stood back and stuck her arms straight out to either side while also spreading her legs wide. "What, then? Son, you own me, body and soul. I'm here to serve you in every way. That's what good mommies do. People say I'm fit and voluptuous, so think about owning this body and using it any way you desire! Just tell me what to do; I'm at your command."

He looked at her. Wow, man. I don't care that I've cum what feels like ten thousand times today already. If my dick was feeling the slightest flicker of life, I'd get up and fuck me some of that! I used to think having such a hot mom was a curse, but now it's the greatest thing ever! And she's all mine. All mine!

"Well, I don't know," he admitted. There were so many things he wanted to do her but couldn't. "The physical limits of the penis can be such a drag... Hey! I know, what if we make out a little while? After all, you're not going to forget to kiss and tuck me in, right? That kiss earlier hardly even counted. It didn't even last five minutes, so I call do overs."

Her eyes lit up and she practically leapt into his bed. Within seconds she was on top of him, engaged in a deep lip-lock and generally grinding her voluptuous body all over his.

For once, because his penis was out of it and he was generally exhausted, they focused almost entirely on kissing. Of course it didn't hurt that she was grinding her pussy against his thigh and smothering him in tit-flesh, but still, the kiss was the center of attention.

They had a lot of fun just making out for fifteen minutes or more at a relaxed pace. He couldn't help but compare this make-out session with the one he'd had with Christine earlier in the evening. He decided that both were equally great, but in different ways. With Christine, there was the excitement of the new and the fear of the unknown. Whereas with Susan, there was comforting familiarity and a profound deeply-shared love. Plus, of course, it went on a lot longer, so there was more of it to enjoy.

After a while, he attempted to finger her pussy but she pushed his hand away.

"What?" he grumped.

"Please, don't get me started. You know I'd love it, but we can't or I'll die of frustration. You can't get me THAT horny, when I don't have a fat, long cock to suck on. Hmmm, I wonder whose cock that would be."

"Okay, fair enough." After that, he didn't play with her pussy - much. He did "accidentally" brush against it quite a lot, and he had a habit of brushing across her clit.

He loved to stare into the pools of her brown eyes and run his hands through her long brown hair. He decided that he didn't stroke or appreciate her hair often enough.

When they'd had their fill, she remained on top of him. "Son, you know... I'm not dumb, but I'm not Mensa material, either. Most of that intellectual and high culture stuff Suzanne is always trying to interest me in just don't grab me that much. I used to spend far too much time watching those daytime soap operas. Putting all that time and energy into worrying about the fortunes of Charity and Tabitha and Cracked Connie was a total waste, and what's worse, an excuse not to put my blessings to more productive use."

He was tempted to roll his eyes at the mention of characters from Susan's favorite soap opera, Passions, but he restrained himself.

She continued, "I know my smarts are middle-of-the-road; we all know that the thing God really blessed me with is my body." She cupped her massive melons from below. "I feel so proud and fulfilled that I have a body like this to better serve you."

She went on, "But you! You're so clever. A big busty woman like me has no chance against you. If I'd never met you before but you and I were to have a public debate about, say, the merits of creationism versus evolution, you'd not only win the debate, but somehow you'd twist things around and defeat me so soundly that I'd wind up on my knees with your big fat cock in my mouth right there up on the stage!"

He shook his head with amusement. "What? How would that work?"

"Just trust me on this. My point is, I can't hope to resist your big cock and your smarts. My only option is to SERVE! To pleasure your cock each and every day and guzzle down gallons of your sperm! To totally devote myself to your pleasure! I know you've heard it before from me, but I just want you to know that I believe it so strongly that it's like religion for me. And once you tame my pussy, I will be that much more your eternally faithful sex toy."

"Hey, Mom, I don't think of you as a sex t-"

She lay a finger across his lips, silencing him before he could finish. "Don't fight it. Just let me think like that, okay? It makes me happy. But the reason I bring it up is that I worry so much that someday soon you'll up and go to college and forget all about me. Okay, maybe not forget ALL about me, but I'll only see you a couple of times a year. The rest of the time I'll be pining away, dreaming about you, wishing I could be one of those busty college coeds that you're nailing every night."

"Mom, that's soooo not true! Don't even think like that. Wherever I go, I want you to go too. Mom, you're my mom! Even before all this sex stuff started, we were so much closer than most mothers and sons. I can't even imagine living without you, and you don't have to act like a sex toy to keep me close. I LOVE you. I need you. No one will ever replace you. No one!"

"Oh Son! You make me so happy!" She kissed him again. Then she added, "Believe me, the sex toy thing is not an act, either. Call me submissive, but-"

"NOOOO!" he joked, pretending to be shocked.

She laughed but stood up. "All right Mr. Funny Guy, that's enough incestuous titty fun for you tonight." She acted all put out, but then she leaned forward gave him another hug and a kiss on the lips. Then she made a big production of tucking him in bed, which mostly consisted of her dangling her boobs within inches of his face while she took her sweet time pretending to fiddle with the sheets.

"I can't believe your penis never got hard again," she commented as she held his flaccid penis one last time, stroking it a little bit. "You must truly be worn out."

"I am. You always talk about draining my balls completely dry. Well, today that pretty much happened."

"Good!" She was absolutely delighted to hear that; she felt like her day was now well and truly complete.

She walked to his door and turned out the lights. "Good night, my love."

"Night, Mom."

As she walked back to her room holding her robe in her hands, she sang her own words to the chorus of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker":

"I'm a son fucker!

Bed tucker!

Cock sucker!

Won't you shoot your mess on me?

I'm a son fucker!

Bed tucker!

Cock sucker!

Tiger, won't you squirt a load or three?"

She giggled gleefully. I just love these goodnight tuck-ins! I've never felt happier or more loved in my entire life! I climaxed so many times today that my pussy actually can't take any more either. Heck, I even came once just kissing and cuddling. Oh! And then the lactating will start soon. Oh! And the proper fucking! Oh, oh, oh! Is my life perfect, or what?!

The downside of not being able to get hard and climax was that Alan was left still feeling horny.

He thought as he lay in his dark room, Mom's completely insatiable! She's right that she's not a complicated, intellectual person. She's always lived by a simple code and stuck to it like, well, like it was the Word of God. And in her mind it literally was the Word of God when she was in her super Christian mode. Now she's still into being religious, but her code has gotten all rearranged and somehow tending to my cock has become her number one mission. I don't quite understand it, but hell, I sure am loving it!

I love her so much! Kissing Christine tonight was incredible; any guy would be in heaven to have her. But there's just no way I'd give up all this sexy fun with Mom for Christine or for anyone else. Not to mention Sis, or Aims, or Aunt Suzy, or even Glory. I'm totally addicted to incestuous mom loving!

The only downside is that her intensity can get to be a little much. I think she'll mellow out in time, but will my dick fall off by then? Dang, I can't believe I couldn't get hard after all she did to me, and how good she looked. I don't think I'm getting jaded - it's just that my dick really is that tired!

He was feeling tired and considered going to sleep, but guilt got the best of him and he decided to stay up a little longer and get some more homework done. He got back out of bed, even though he'd just been "tucked in." Heck, probably my only chance of getting anything done around here is after the nymphos have gone to sleep.