cH 2

Alan was proud of his determination to stick to his sex-free plan. For the next several hours, his vision of wasting the day in idle fun came true. He played one mindless video game after another.

As the morning turned into afternoon, Susan again practiced her "visualization exercise" of imagining Alan fucking her. She loved letting herself go in the wildest of fantasies. But it only whetted her appetite for his cum.

She came to him a number of times as he worked on his computer, bringing him drinks, lunch, and snacks. Each time, she asked him if he "needed relief." He kept saying no. He was truly determined to have a restful day.

After a couple hours of being ignored, Susan thought, It's time to bring out the big guns, so to speak. She came to his room again, and didn't even bother with an excuse to be there this time.

She wore the T-shirt that had a large hole cut out for her boobs to stick out. She knew he loved it and was saving it for an occasion when it was really needed, such as this one. To make absolutely sure that her mission wouldn't fail, she put together a wire brace underneath her rack to force her assets to stick out even further than ever before. A ridge under the shirt hung out an inch or two below her tits, but this was largely unnoticeable. Just in case his eyes managed to dislodge themselves from her chest, she also wore a skirt far too short to even cover her pussy.

Alan was sitting down at his desk, so when she walked right up to him she was able to practically put her tits right in his face. "Tiger, are there any THINGS you need?" she asked, stressing the plural. "I know you're trying to have a restful day, but sometimes a mother's sensitive tits are just begging for attention."

Alan stared up into her massive mammaries. "Shit! You know I love that T-shirt." His penis grew hard about as quickly as he could say, "Boing!" He didn't realize it, but after cumming so many times per day, day after day, his body had come to expect a certain level of sexual activity. After hours of just playing video games, his penis was definitely eager.

She took another step forward, enveloping his face with her soft tits. "What do you love about it, Tiger?"

"I like how it makes you seem like a typical soccer mom at first glance. It almost looks like a sports jersey. But at the same time it's so obscene with your tits sticking out so far in front of you. Imagine picking me up at soccer practice, dressed like that!" He had a hard time talking with her flesh pressing ever more insistently against his face. Each nipple was poking hard into his cheeks.

She replied, "What a great thought! Can you just imagine if I pulled up to the parking lot dressed like this? Can you imagine the looks on the faces of the other mothers when I step out of the car with these two exposed torpedoes? I'd just sensibly tell them, 'What are you looking at? These tits belong to my son. They're to serve HIS pleasure. If he says that I have to keep them uncovered, who am I to disagree? I'm just a mommy slut.'"

Alan added to the fantasy. "Then I'd run up, all hot and sweaty from the practice. We'd kiss on the lips while the other mothers stare in amazement. My head would drop down so I could cradle my face in your cleavage-"

Susan interrupted, "Hold on, Tiger. If you're hot and sweaty, what better way to quench your thirst than drinking some mommy milk? My nipples would be leaking and my tits nearly bursting with milk in anticipation of you feasting on them, but soon you'd take care of everything! The other mommies would get so excited watching you suckle and sticking your hand down my sweat pants that they'd absolutely lose it when their own sons came in from the field. Before long, they'd all be topless and cocksucking and jacking off all those fresh, young, incestuous pricks - it would be fantastic!"

Alan laughed. His penis throbbed in delight, thanks to her description. "So now you see why I like that shirt. It's inspirational."

Susan winked. "I may not be lactating in reality, but if I was this would be a great shirt for it. Did you notice how it's almost designed for someone to come up and suck my nipples? Hint, hint."

"If you insist," he joked, and began lapping up against her nipples in a relaxed way, just like a baby happily suckling on them. He'd been adopted when he was only about six months old, and Susan deeply regretted not being able to breast feed him then. He knew the idea of lactating was one of her favorite sexual fantasies, and he was only too happy to explore the fantasies with her. He knew that her breasts were unusually sensitive, especially give how big they were, and making her happy also made him happy.

"My baby. My sweet baby," she cooed as she patted him on the head.

Alan slipped his hand down into her shorts.

But Susan didn't want that at the moment, and said, "Tiger, let's save that for another time. I think you'll find very soon that there are a lot of fun things you can do to my cunt. But today I want you to focus on my tits, and love them to their fullest."

So Alan happily did what he was told and played with Susan's tits for many long minutes. He loved it so much he felt he could just suck and fondle them forever. He didn't mind that his penis was untouched because it allowed him to concentrate entirely on just her breasts.

Susan obviously loved it too. She got an orgasm just from his mouth and hands on her tits.

"Oh God! That was great. You make Mommy so helpless and happy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mom!"

Her orgasm seemed to just push her further, because she then whispered into his ear, "The only problem is that my cleavage isn't being stuffed full with your fuck rod. Don't you think you could do something about that? Don't you want to make your mommy happy? Mommy needs cock. Son cock!"

Alan again did what he was told, and titfucked his mother. As he slipped his penis into her cleavage, he commented, "This is like a dream come true for me, Mom. A total dream. Every day."

"Me too, Tiger, me too!" Her hands hungrily ran all over his chest.

"Do you remember, Mom, how you used to be a couple of months ago? If I would have even seen your tits mostly covered up in one of your heavy bras, you would have totally freaked. And now I basically own those same tits."

"Don't remind me, Son. OH!" She cried out in pleasure. "'Basically'? Not basically. You do own them! It's so embarrassing recalling that frumpy fuddy duddy. Don't make me think of it. Oh! Don't make me think at all! Just make me fuck!"

He slammed hard into her chest over and over, his balls slapping wildly each time.

She entered a truly mindless zone where nothing but pleasure mattered, and happily sang her "Alan Song" in her head:

I am Alan's mom

I suck with my clothes off or on

I am Alan's bitch

His cum is thick, the taste is rich

I am Alan's slave...

She stopped at that line, and luxuriated in it. I am Alan's SLAVE. Yes! That's what I am. It feels so good to give myself to him completely and serve him in every way. ... But I can't tell him of my complete submission. Not yet. If he knows I'm ready and dripping with desire to get fucked by him, he'll want to do it right away, and good nurse Akami says no to that. We've gotta wait till Monday so he can fully recover first. I want him ready to royally fuck me with an endless number of big, cunt-filling cum loads. We'll fuck so hard and long that he'll need a full week to recover again, hee-hee!

But the fact is, whether he knows it or not, I've given up all control. Alan OWNS me! He can do ANYTHING he wants to me! But I get so much too. He's going to reward his loyal mommy right now with a big load. Oh yes! Give it up! Give it up for me, Tiger!

Alan was on the verge of climax, and began to shoot his seed. It was a bigger load than the small ones from the day before, though still not up to his usual standards.

Susan thought, That's it! Give it up for Mommy! She's going to let herself gooooooooooo-oooohh yes! She shrieked, "Mmmm! God, I'm so juicy!"

Alan had planned to shoot into his mother's mouth, but he unexpectedly lost control himself, and so he shot mostly into her neck. As the ropes of cum flew, he managed to recover somewhat, sat on her face, and aimed his last ropes directly into her mouth.

She mewed with pleasure like a contented cat. "Mmmm. Mmmm. MMMM!"

Best titfuck yet! Alan thought once he was done. Though I just might be partial since she's my mom...

Nah! Heh-heh!

The only problem is, Mom's tits are nearly too big to titfuck and have her blow me at the same time. My penis practically gets lost when it's inside her cleavage, sandwiched between her fluffy pale pillows. Just like Suzanne. Too many big tits around here. Am I fucking blessed, or what? I love that kind of "problem."

Alan got off of her face.

Susan quickly recovered from her own orgasm, and devoted all of her attention to scooping up and swallowing his cum dripping down her neck. She did it so devotedly, nearly reverently, as if the cum was a precious commodity, that Alan felt flushed with power.

When she was done, he pointed to his now flaccid penis and commanded, "Lick me off."

She obeyed wordlessly, but Alan could tell she loved the command. Her facial expression was one of pure joy. She was completely unconflicted and lived in the moment just to lick.

Alan was so entranced that he watched her long after she finished.

She was exhausted from all the sexual exertion and sat up against a wall to rest. She put her arms back behind her back, as he'd commanded her to do the first time she wore the shirt. She figured that would help convey an unspoken message that she was his sexual plaything (as if he didn't get that message already).

Alan again took in the breathtaking sight of her tits, looking like two rockets ready to shoot off into the sky. Only now did he notice just how short her skirt was.

Seeing where he was looking, she spread her legs as wide as she could, as if she badly wanted him to fuck her. That put her pussy on full display. She whispered, "Look at your naughty mommy."

But Alan couldn't get his penis up again if his life depended on it. Even her very extensive tongue cleaning of his flaccid penis had failed to revive it, so he knew it wouldn't bounce back for some time.

But that didn't stop him from studying her pussy up close, watching juices continue to leak out of it. He scooted closer, and asked, "Can I touch it? Can I put a finger in it?"

She smiled a bit, but wearily answered, "No."

Alan was confused. "Mom, your mouth says no, but your body says yes, doesn't it? You're leaking so much it's like you're about to have yet another orgasm. Isn't that right? Or am I misreading your signals?"

Susan thought to herself, What's wrong with my son? What does it take for him to figure out sometimes a woman says no and means yes? How can I teach him to take me against my will? He just has to learn how to take charge of his big-titted babes. He has to learn how to forcefully take a woman, even when she's reluctant.

She finally answered, in as sexy a voice as she could manage in her wiped out state, "What do you think, Tiger?"

He scratched his head and answered honestly, "I don't know, Mom. I'm getting conflicting signals."

Susan dropped her head down in frustration and sighed. Finally, she explained, "Tiger, when you see a woman sitting naked in front of you with her tits bursting out of her shirt and her legs spread as wide as a gymnast with her juices dripping all over the floor, plus her arms behind her back as if she wants to be tied up, do you know what? It doesn't matter what her mouth has to say! Her body is screaming 'yes'! Don't take no for an answer! Just do whatever you like!"

Alan answered, "I know. And with anyone else I would, but with you I think about you crying and I get so sad, that I can't go on. I never want to see you cry or get sad."

"Who's talking about crying?" Susan replied in exasperation. "If I'm crying, it'll only be tears of joy."

"Okay. I should try to act more like I do around Heather, though I don't want to go that far."

That was a mistake, because now Alan had to take a few minutes to explain what he'd been doing with Heather lately, and the erotic mood was lost. It wasn't too great a loss for him, however, as Alan's body had had enough for the time being. The tempting sight before him contrasted too dramatically with his own flaccid penis, and it was only making him uselessly horny.

So after he explained a few things he'd done with Heather recently (making sure not to involve the other cheerleaders or his painting duties for fear of somehow exposing his involvement with his sister), he went to take a shower.

Susan left the room too, but decided to remain dressed just as she was for the whole day. Even though she knew he wanted a mellow day, she couldn't help but tease him. There was nothing she wanted to do more than please and tease him all day long. She kept the gobs of cum that stained the shirt near the collar to further show anyone and everyone who could see that she was Alan's sex toy.

However, she also wanted to respect his wish to have a restful day at least somewhat, so she decided not to pressure him into any more orgasms and go without more physical contact the rest of the day unless he was the initiator.

I'm soooo naughty! I talk with the psychologist about being in control, but wouldn't it be even more fun if Tiger completely controlled me? He needs to know how to punish his naughty mother, and keep her in line. Like he does with Heather, the head cheerleader! I deserve a good spanking! Wouldn't that be the best? If she gets spanked, then why can't I? I'm a naughty, naughty slut, and need his firm hand. And his firm cock! Firm, firm, firm. Firm is good! Life is so good right now, but it'll be that much better once he's regularly fucking me.

He sure gave it to Akami! Darn it, I can't stop thinking about that, and watching it over and over again in my mind. Soon, that's going to be me!

I'm glad he likes this shirt so much. Wouldn't it be delicious to wear it out in public? It certainly would make a shopping trip more interesting. "What's that officer? I'm causing a riot? But this isn't public indecency - didn't you know this is the latest fashion?"

Oh, that sounds like such fun! But I shouldn't even think about that. My body is for Alan's eyes only. It's only for his eyes, and his hands, and his mouth, and his great big, giant, fantastically wonderful penis...

Susan sat on the bed in her room in the exact same position she'd used in front of Alan mere minutes before. She started to masturbate herself with another "visualization exercise" session. Now that she'd actually seen Alan fucking Akami right in front of her, her fantasies were that much more exciting and realistic. She left the door to her bedroom wide open, but was disappointed no one came in.