So... enjoying your breakfast?

Susan held out until Katherine finally left to go upstairs, then she silently bent over and started slurping away.

As she ran her tongue up and down one side of his slick stiffness and fondled his balls, she thought, This is so embarrassing. How do these things keep happening to me? Is it always going to be like this? I just wanted to have a normal, non-sexual morning, and look at what happens! Somehow, no matter what I try to do, I always end up topless and sucking his cock! It's just not fair.

She mouthed his entire cockhead and then some. She liked to work on his sensitive spot by sliding her lips back and forth over it repeatedly while stimulating it with her tongue. It was possibly her favorite and most frequently used technique because of its devastating effectiveness (except maybe for her corkscrew technique).

Mmmm! Yes! This is the life! Why does he have to taste so good and make me so tingly? That's not fair either!

She was so inspired that she tried to deep throat him. She did make it about halfway down his shaft, but only for a second or two before it triggered her gag reflex. She quickly pulled back. She would have to think twice about trying that again.

A couple of minutes passed, with the busty mother bobbing with a steady rhythm and considerable suction. Alan was feeling great. He was tremendously aroused, but not so aroused that he had to struggle with his PC muscle all the time.

In fact, he was so in control that he was tempted to try for more. He said, "Mom, I almost forgot to get your attention." He reached out with a hand to grope her ass, if he could reach it.

But she glared at him. Her lips were still sliding up and down just below his cockhead, but her eyes all but said, "Don't push your luck, buster. Believe me, I know you're aroused!"

So he prudently withdrew his hand. The way she was going to town on his erection, he didn't have much to complain about. He was psyched that her cocksucking skills were improving daily by leaps and bounds. It was truly a multi-sensory experience for him. He couldn't begin to describe how aroused it made him to see her head bobbing in his lap, smell her mix of wet pussy and refined feminine fragrance, and listen to her constant stream of happy "Mmmm"-ing sounds. Sometimes he ran his hands through her long straight hair, which added to his joy.

Susan thought as she sucked, He's always pushing the boundaries. He knows I can't resist him. If he gets his hands on my ass, I'd love it so much that before long I just might wind up begging for him to shoot his superior seed deep into his mommy's womb! Why can't he be content to have his big-titted mommy be one of his dedicated cocksuckers? Why does he have to control every last bit of my body and my soul?! But most of all, why does sucking his cock have to be so darn FUN?! MMMM!

Before long, she found two of her fingers plunging in and out of her slit as she contemplated her son's near total control over her mouth. It's like my mouth was made to fit around this fat stick. It just feels so perfect! Mmmm! How can I stop myself?! I just can't swallow enough incestuous seed to satisfy my depraved urges! Mmmm!

He knew he wouldn't be able to last long, especially given the way she was wantonly fingering her pussy right in front of him. (He couldn't see her pussy from where he was sitting, but he could see the rhythmic movement of her arm.) But he didn't want the fun to end, so he desperately tried to figure out a way to keep it going. She was so consumed with her task, he knew he couldn't just ask her to pull off and let him take a break. So after only a minute or two he said urgently, "Mom, the French toast! You should check on that!"

She stood up. "Oh no! It might be burned again." She rushed back to the stove. Luckily the French toast was still okay, since she'd set the heat to the lowest setting, but it took her some time to finish that batch and start another.

That was good for Alan because he'd been right on the edge of cumming. Even another thirty seconds of such intense stimulation would have been too much for him to take.

Susan came back and opened her nightie again, then let the nightie fall completely to the ground. There had really been no need to do that, except that she felt even more deliciously naughty sucking his cock in just her high heels. Being naked made her feel even more subservient to his lust. She raised her huge globes with both hands. "I hope you appreciate all the things I have to do for you."

"I do, Mom, I do!" He liked what she was doing to her rack, but he also noticed her glistening inner thighs.

She frowned skeptically. "Hmmm. Well, if you ask me, this is really not the proper way to start the day. We can't make a habit of this! After all, I'm still your mother; I deserve your respect."

But this time she got down on her knees, between his legs, and resumed her eager cocksucking. She would have been a lot more upset about the indignity of her position except that she loved cocksucking so much. Deep down, this was exactly the kind of thing she really wanted to happen.

Alan was loving life. He soon worked out a good system: whenever he would get too close to cumming he'd find some new excuse to send Susan back to the kitchen and then he'd get to watch her hustle around in the nude. He loved how she was forced to hold her breasts since they were so big and unwieldy. His system had a good practical purpose too, since she still did have breakfast cooking.

She continued to try to maintain some control over her body. Even though she was naked, frequently fingering herself and indescribably horny, she thought that cumming wildly would cross yet another line, especially since there was no telling what kind of lewd things she might shout out as her body writhed (unless her mouth was stuffed with cock, which it was most of the time). So she did her best to restrain her climax.

The interruptions helped with this, but on the other hand a part of her didn't really want that much help and just wanted to cum. Before long, she was practically a nervous wreck from her greatly growing lust.

Katherine came back naked, carrying her clothes and her backpack. She sat down next to Alan and started eating her breakfast, acting as if there was nothing unusual (which increasingly there wasn't) in seeing her mother's head bobbing in her brother's lap.

Susan was nearly delirious with lust, but pulled her lips off her son's dick long enough to complain, "Angel! Really. Get some clothes on. Please. That's so improper."

"Mom, how can you lecture me on being naked when you're not wearing a stitch yourself and your mouth is crammed full of cock? Besides, I don't want to wet my panties or my skirt watching what you're doing."

Susan realized she was in no position to object to that. However, in a rather counterproductive attempt to maintain some authority, she said, "It so happens that Tiger's cock is particularly needy. His fat knob has practically stopped throbbing because I haven't been lapping my way around it enough, and I've been neglecting the root of his shaft even worse. And don't get me started about his balls; I haven't licked them for minutes! The darn food cooking in the kitchen keeps ruining my concentration. So this is no time to talk, but we WILL talk about your troublesome attitude later, young lady!" She'd been jacking off Alan as she said this, but then her mouth went back to work too.

The two siblings ate their French toast together. All the while, Susan spent most of her time on her knees, bobbing her head back and forth over her son's long shaft.

Alan was too distracted to eat, but Katherine knew he had to get some food in him before school, so she cut up his French toast and fed it to him piece by piece. She also liked to lean into him and rub her hands over his chest when she could. Sometimes she'd nibble on his ear or plant kisses along his neck. Occasionally, she'd surprise him and stick her juice-coated fingers into his mouth, straight from her box, rather than the next bite of French toast that he expected.

He certainly didn't want to complain about that. Not only was it sexy, but her juices tasted good to him.

He thought, Man, this is the life! Mom's blowing me while Sis is feeding me. I'm living like a king! If only I could prolong this even more, I could live like this all day! But god-damned school starts so early. Shit.

As if reading his mind, Katherine asked, "So... enjoying your breakfast?"

He laughed. "You could say that again!"

His sister giggled too. "What do you like best? Is it the fact that you've got a naked and kneeling G-cupped mommy bobbing down your cock? Or do you like the way I'm feeding you? Or how you're playing with my tits, since your hands are free?"

Susan thought, Grrr! He's not supposed to be doing that! If Angel is at all like me, titty play is the key to total submission. If he keeps on playing with her tits, before long she'll be, well, she could wind up one of his tit slaves! Just like me! Oh God! So HOT!

Needless to say, Susan was too aroused to break her lip-lock for long enough to complain about what he was doing to Katherine.

Thus, she was extremely relieved when he finally blew his load shortly after he'd finished eating. He ended up shooting it straight down her throat, so she needn't have worried about messing up her nightie after all. To her great shame, the feeling of his pulsing erection squirting hot cum into her throat was so exciting that she climaxed right along with him. Since she'd been holding back the urge to cum the entire time, it was a massive whopper. The only thing she could be grateful for was that her lips were so busy trying to coax every last bit of sperm out of him that she never had a chance to scream. Even without the actual act, she imagined all her neighbors recoiling in horror when they heard her scream: "Tiger! Fuck your mommy's mouth!"

When her orgasm finally subsided, she slid to the floor, bedraggled and sweaty. As happened so often, she was wracked with guilt, but also happily drunk with (temporarily) satiated lust. Already she was beginning to feel forlorn about the eight hours her children would have to be away at school.

Alan was scarcely in better shape, slumping in his chair as if she'd sucked his soul out along with what felt like a gallon of cum. He was in no condition to go to school.

Susan soon got back on all fours, but only to put her face back into his crotch.

"What are you doing?!" Katherine asked, quite confused.

As Susan licked, she said, "Unfortunately, cocksucking is a very messy business. Bodily fluids fly everywhere. It's not right to leave Tiger's crotch all messy."

Katherine asked, "So you're cleaning up your saliva with more saliva? I don't get it."

Alan said, "I'm not sure how much cleaner things can get, exactly, but my dick is in a super-sensitive state afterwards, so it feels good in a weird way to get it licked right then, even though it's flaccid. Kind of like stepping in a really hot hot-tub. It hurts a bit, but in a good way. And when she licks my balls, hell, it feels so good that she can do that anytime!"

That was music to Susan's ears, causing her to redouble her resolve to regularly lick him clean. She also made a note to spend more time on his balls, and then got busy with that right away.

Katherine shook her head. "Whatever. But come on, Bro. Somebody's gotta get you ready for school. Where'd you put your backpack?"

She helped him dress, even while Susan kept on 'cleaning' his balls. Then Katherine brought him his backpack and all but shoved him out the front door.

Susan wanted to help, but although she was able to lick his balls just fine, she was barely able to stand. Her huge orgasm had practically wiped out her control over her big muscle groups, at least for a while.

All in all, it was a very good morning for everyone, and an especially great morning for Alan. As he and Katherine rushed out the front door with their backpacks, ready to bike to school, she muttered to her brother, "You owe me one."

Susan managed to stagger to the front door to see them off. Only as she stood in the front window, waving goodbye, did she realize that she was still nude. She ducked down, but luckily the Plummer house was screened well enough from the street that no one had seen.

She blushed as she chided herself for her carelessness and lack of control, but already she couldn't wait for Suzanne to come over for Susan's daily recounting of exactly what had happened and to get Suzanne's advice.

Had she been honest with herself, she would have been able to predict what would happen: Suzanne would come over a few minutes after all four of their kids had left for school. Then Susan would immediately rush to her and fret and bemoan her lack of willpower and the disturbingly sexual nature of what had happened during breakfast, after which Suzanne would reassure her that there was no problem and would half-convince her that things had worked out best for everyone involved.

Then, using leading keywords and phrases, Suzanne would get Susan so aroused that the formerly prudish housewife would describe her morning cocksucking in increasingly vivid detail. Susan would come close to cumming, but wouldn't quite get there since she was afraid to touch herself while Suzanne was watching. Then, to Susan's great frustration, the two of them would spend over an hour exercising, keeping her aroused the entire time thanks to her constant moving about as well as Suzanne's sexually-focused conversation. After Suzanne would leave, Susan would finally get her much needed (and much delayed) chance to masturbate.

And that's exactly what happened.

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