Susan Blowing Alan

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Later, just before dinner, Alan felt he was in need of some "servicing." Neither Suzanne, Katherine, nor Amy turned out to be around, so his choice was easy: Susan.

He found her in the kitchen, dressed in typical housework clothes. But to his surprise and amusement, she was singing along to a song. And while she wasn't exactly dancing, she was moving about in time to the rhythm as she cooked. That was surprising, because she almost never listened to music unless someone else had it on. But the real shocker was what she was listening and singing to: "Born to Be Wild," by Steppenwolf.

Still not aware that he was there, when the chorus came around, she raised her arms in the air like a headbanger at a hard rock concert and yelled, "Booooorn to be wiiiiiild! ... Booooorn to be wiiiiiild!"

Then she pumped her fist repeatedly in time to the power chords that followed.

Alan couldn't help but laugh, which alerted her to his presence.

Her face lit up with joy as she rushed to him. The following hugging and kissing was filled with wandering hands and sexual promise, although the fondling was somewhat restrained since she kept redirecting his hands when he tried to touch her big tits. But once they'd stopped necking, she asked, "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, but you. I just don't picture you as a rock n' rollin' headbanger. The closest you get to real rock music, is, I dunno, maybe 'You Really Got Me' by the Kinks."

She tickled his underarms as she complained, "Hey! I like that song! It's on that hits collection you gave me a couple of Christmases ago. And it's true - you do 'really got me.' I'm all yours!" She kissed him passionately on the lips again.

He thought, Unfortunately, "I'm all yours" isn't really true. Obviously, fucking is forbidden, as are a bunch of other things. You don't even let me touch your tits most of the time, unless you're really worked up already. How I'd love to give you a good titfuck! But that seems to be off limits too. Still, having Mom greet me like this is pretty awesome!

After the kiss, he said, "So how'd you end up rocking out to Steppenwolf?"

"To what?" She gripped his boner through his shorts.

"That's the group singing that song."

She started stroking his shaft through his clothes. "Oh. Well, I've been thinking. So many of the things I was taught about sex turn out to be completely wrong. It was like a bunch of unhappy people wanted to force everyone to think sex was wrong, kind of like, 'If I can't enjoy it, then I'll make sure no one else can either.' I don't think God would give us this glorious gift of sexual pleasure and not want us to use it often."

Feeling frustrated at having to jack him off through his clothes, she stuck a hand into his shorts and gripped his stiff cock. "Mmmm!"

He thought, Geez. How does it make any sense that she's all over jacking me off, yet she just blocked me when I tried to fondle her tits? I guess she's just not aroused enough yet.

She appeared to be done talking, especially once her hand began stroking up and down inside his shorts. But then she added, "So, if that was wrong, maybe some other things were wrong too. Like music. I finally GET rock and roll now!"

"You do?"

"Yes! It's all tied in to sex! The rhythm is sexy. It makes me want to fuck!" She suddenly blushed, since that was a very taboo topic, not to mention a vulgar word. She was particularly embarrassed because that reminded her of what had almost happened at the party. As her fingers pumped up and down, she added, "You know what I mean. It makes me want to do wild things. To you!" The chorus happened to come around again just then, and she joyfully sang, "Booooorn to be wiiiiiild!"

She let go of his dick, but only because she started to slink her way down his body. "What do you think? Do you like it when your fuddy-duddy ol' mom gets a little bit wild?"

He groaned lustily.

Kneeling, she unzipped his fly, letting his newly firm erection spring out. "Whoa! Son! I think I've got my answer right here. Mmmm! Yum!"

He looked down just in time to watch her engulf his cockhead. Oh, man! So friggin' sexy! Mom is the BEST! Jesus! That feels so damn good! Oh God! Those lips, starting her tight suction! And now her tongue is coming out to play! Fuuuuuuck!

She began giving him a very pleasant cocksucking. But something niggled at him - he didn't like the ordinary clothes she was wearing (even though his clothes were just as ordinary). It also seemed odd that she hadn't so much as taken her top off yet. So after she'd slurped up and down the underside of his shaft for a minute or so, he said, "You know, Mom, you're doing great. But you know what would be even better? If you did it wearing nothing at all."

She reverted to licking, not sucking, so she could talk. "Really? But then again, you ARE in TOTAL CONTROL over what I can wear and what I can't. Aren't you? Mmmm!"

Far from sounding upset about that, she appeared so ecstatic that she seemed to practically orgasm just from talking about it. In fact, she was so inspired that she engulfed his cockhead again and went back to bobbing on it.

That felt good, but he really did have a thing for seeing her at least topless. So after another minute or two, he said, "Um? About taking off your clothes?"

She pulled her lips off him again and went back to just licking. "Oh, yes. What about my feet? I should have something on my feet, right?"

"I suppose." He was enjoying the lapping of her tongue against his sweet spot so much that he didn't really care about footwear at the moment.

But footwear was a very important issue for her. In only a week or two, high heels had become a fetish item. She could get horny just looking at her heels. She concluded, I knew it! I should never get caught without my high heels. Suzanne said they get his balls churning, but I didn't listen! What'll I do now?! My bedroom is so far away! Then she remembered she'd left a pair near the front door.

To his surprise, she abruptly pulled her tongue off his sweet spot, and even let go of his hard-on altogether. "Just a sec! I'll be right back!" She got up and ran out of the room.

Figuring she might be a couple of minutes, he decided to make himself comfortable. The CD Susan had been listening to had just come to an end, so he walked to the living room to pick something else. Hmmm. What's good music to get one's cock sucked to? I hope I'll be asking myself that question a lot from now on! He picked up a CD mix of songs, mostly from the 1990's, that Katherine had made a year or two earlier.

He was somewhat familiar with it, but he looked at the song list. As I thought, this has "Sex and Candy," and Madonna's "Erotica." And songs like "1999" by Prince can create a fun party mood. This'll work.

Then he pulled his shorts all the way off and sat down on a nearby couch. He closed his eyes briefly and fantasized about the pleasure he was about to receive.

By then, Susan had stripped and put on her heels. She wanted to rush back to him, but the heels limited how fast she could move. So she put her strutting lessons to use and strutted over in a very sexy, hip-swaying manner.

But he couldn't compliment her, because he was groaning with a surprising surge of pleasure. Dang! Mom has such an awesome hourglass figure! She should always be naked! He liked that last thought so much that he said it out loud. "Mom, you look so incredible in the nude that I think you should stay like that all the time."

She loved the idea so much that her face lit up like a light bulb. She didn't waste time, but dropped to her knees and swallowed all of his cockhead plus about two more inches in what seemed a split second.

He groaned as electric tingles of joy shot through his body. "Yeeaargh! Wow! Holy Christ!"

She made a couple of deep bobs, then pulled off briefly to chastise him. "Don't take the Lord's name in vain." She even wagged a finger at him reproachfully, which set her big dangling melons swaying nicely. Then she went right back to her contented bobbing.

He chuckled inwardly. Mom is such a case. Swearing is a sin, and "Onanism" is about twelve times worse than murder, but cocksucking is totally peachy. Oh well; I'm not complaining!

Her lips made a ring right below his cockhead, creating an extra-tight seal. Then she started practicing extra powerful suction techniques. As she sucked like an industrial vacuum cleaner, she thought, Tiger is so right! Cocksucking in heels and nothing else is the best way to go! I feel so especially wanton and subjugated. It's glorious! And sucking him down here on my knees with my big tits swinging freely while he lounges up there on the comfy sofa like a lord just gives it an extra kick! MMMM!

It's so naughty to do this in the living room too. Mmmm! I kind of hope Suzanne walks in and finds us like this. She'd be soooo jealous, tee-hee!

After a few minutes, she changed styles again, reverting to her favorite corkscrew technique. Mmmm! I love doing it this way. I wish I could do this forever - naked! Tiger is so right. I should be naked ALL the time! Naked and sucking cock! Mmmm! He could wake up with his big-titted mommy already bobbing over his crotch! And when he takes his shower, I'd be right there on my knees! He'd fuck my face hard while the water rains down on me!

As she licked her way up and down the underside of his erection, he found some temporary respite from his heavy breathing, so he figured it was as good a time as any to bring up a tricky topic. "You know what, Mom? I have to confess something. I was with a very beautiful woman last night, at the party."

Susan's tongue froze in mid-lick, and her heart leaped to her throat. She was terrified that she'd been found out.

He continued, "Her name was Elle. She was amazing. I mean, really truly amazing. But you know what? She wasn't as beautiful as you."

Susan's heart melted with relief and delight, and then confusion set in. Finally, she shrugged and went back to her joyous licking. Oh God! That was a close call. What if he knew? I haven't even been thinking about that, and I'm not going to think about it now. Mistakes were made. Let's leave it at that.

What's important is that he DOESN'T know, and no one will ever know. Not only that, but he says I'm beautiful! Mmmm! What a wonderful son! Mmmm! I just wish there were some way I could keep his dick pumping in my mouth every hour of the day to show him how much he means to me. Mmmm! So yummy! Being one of Tiger's personal cocksuckers is THE BEST!

But soon she stopped licking and reverted to jacking him off so she could look up into his eyes as he revealed more about this Elle. She asked, "What did you do with her? Tell me all about it. Tell me all about the hot, nasty, sexy things you did to her! I'll bet you really STUCK it to her! Did you fuck her? Did you put her in her place? Did you slay her with your big FAT COCK? Did you pound her into submission with your big pussy tamer?"

"Whoa, Mom!" He was very surprised by her language and attitude, since she never, ever talked to him about actual fucking. "To be honest, I can't remember much. I was too drunk. I do remember fucking her. But it's all a blur. I don't think I was very good."

Her pride battled with her jealousy, and pride won out. Not to mention lust. In fact, her heart seemed to beat double time as soon as she heard he'd been fucking. "Nonsense! You fucked her good; I just know it. Mommy's so proud of her big, strapping son. Such a good fucker! I'll bet you flooded her pussy with your hot, sticky cum! Or did you take precautions?"

He blanched. "Um, probably not." Oh shit! That's bad! I definitely remember the feel of my dick sliding in and out, squeezed tight by her cunt, and there was no condom involved! His dick surged and twitched with powerful jolts of pleasure as he recalled firing into Elle's pussy without a condom. The possibility of contracting or passing a sexual disease didn't cross his mind; he was thinking only of driving his seed deeply into her.

"You're so potent and full of superior cum, that could be a problem," Susan noted. She tried to sound matter-of-fact about it, but her tits were heaving with excitement. Her pussy throbbed as she imagined her son knocking somebody up. But she wasn't really thinking about Elle; she was thinking more about herself. She cupped and squeezed his balls with her free hand and thought about the billions of sperm inside, all suddenly released and heading towards her ripe egg.

She was so taken by that, she even lost her cock-stroking rhythm briefly. But then she recovered and asked, "Did she have big tits? I'll bet she did!"

"Actually, I do remember that part. The biggest! They were freakin' huge! Almost as big as yours, even!"

Jealousy burned within her, mixed with pride. But for some reason it was a good sort of burning. It would have been the bad kind though, if he hadn't added the "almost as big as yours" line with obvious sincerity.

She enthused, "I knew it! Only the best for my strapping son! Are you going to see her again?"

"I don't think so. I don't have any way to contact her. That really sucks."

She breathed a secret sigh of relief. Although she got off on the idea of her son fucking a busty beauty as a one-night stand, she didn't like the idea of serious competition from this Elle woman.

She said, "Speaking of sucking, you need to be rewarded for some excellent fucking. Mommy's so proud of you." She swallowed his dick again.

He thought, Holy crap! To fuck a woman as beautiful as Elle, then have my mom actually REWARD me for it with a nice long cocksucking?! How could life get any better? Although she would have done it anyway. But still, it's the principle of the thing.

Susan continued to think about the Elle incident while her tongue circled around and around the cockhead she was holding inside her mouth. She thought, As much as I love to hear that Tiger is actively fucking and is no longer a virgin, and as much as I love to hear about his sexual prowess, I don't want to battle for his attention or for a fair share of his cock with this Elle. She sounds like some hot young vixen. If he fucks a big-titted babe, it should be ME!

No, wait! I didn't say that! Why do I keep thinking of fucking today? Last night only made my pussy-need ten times worse! I can't go there. Blowjobs only! I'm gonna satisfy him just with my mouth so often and so well, he won't want anyone else, or to stick it in me anywhere else. Mmmm. He's fucking his mommy's mouth and I love it! That's all the fucking we need, right?

She redoubled her efforts on his throbbing cock. Soon she settled into a good groove that was eliciting an endless series of happy moans from her son. That was music to her ears, as much as her constant erotic "Mmmm!" noises delighted him.

But while acutely listening for his reaction to her techniques, she also paid some attention to the songs playing on the CD. The song "Supernova" by Liz Phair happened to be playing. She'd never heard it before, and she didn't recognize the singer. But by the end of the song, she'd figured out the chorus:

"'Cause you're a human supernova,

A solar superman

You're an angel with wings of fire

A flying, giant friction blast,

You're a giant, flying friction blast"

She really liked that, plus one more line that she liked even more:

"And you fuck like a volcano, and you're everything to me."

She thought, This singer has got it goin' on! I don't know who she is, but it sounds like she's personally been fucked by my cutie "superman" Tiger! She giggled inwardly as she had an absurd thought: Maybe she was Elle last night! Yeah, right. But cocksucking has to be the greatest "friction blast" ever! I just love sliding my lips tightly over his sweet spot, over and over and over again! Mmmm! And again and again and again! MMMM!

Inspired, she somehow made an even tighter lip-lock around his shaft than before, then sucked hard, like she was in a contest to create the greatest suction. She also went down on him as deep as she could, until she was practically choking on the length and thickness of her son's cock.

As she did that, she continued thinking, And this song confirms that rock and roll is pretty great! It's like sex coming out of the speakers. So hot! And to think that I thought the Carpenters were pretty cool.

She kept on with thoughts like those, rubbing her clit through a couple of nice orgasms. She was moaning continually in her usual fashion, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm... MMMM! MMMM! ... Mmmm..." At times, it sounded like she was trying to cry for help through a gag.

Alan had been building and building towards a climax for some time. With Susan going all out like that, it didn't take much longer before he slipped over the edge.

As had become her recent habit, she couldn't bear to take his squirting and spurting rod out of her mouth until he was done, emptying his last drop of cum. But this time she let her mouth fill up, rather than quickly swallowing the thick flavorful cream that erupted from her son's dick as she usually did. She held his load and, for a while, enjoyed the flavor soaking into her tongue.

She found herself wondering what it would be like to have her son's seed soaking into her pussy. But she thought of the sperm heading towards her egg and remembered that idea was taboo, so she quickly forced it out of her mind.

When she finally swallowed the last of the cum that was swirling on her tongue, she licked his cock and balls completely clean. That had also become a recent habit of hers. Then she sat up on the couch and let him cuddle up against her.

They were both extremely satiated and satisfied.