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The next morning, Alan woke up bright and early, excited about the new day. He'd been worried about Susan's state of mind lately, but he felt very encouraged after Susan's "goodnight kiss and tuck-in" the night before. And what he'd considered a Brenda problem - the necessity for him to seduce her to protect the family incest secret - had turned into a Brenda opportunity in his mind, after Suzanne's confidence-boosting training. He didn't worry much about that.
But more importantly in his mind, he was acutely aware of what day it was. Woo-hoo! Tuesday! This is rapidly becoming my favorite day of the week. If the pattern of the past two weeks holds, Mom is gonna jack me off, at the very least. This whole weekly 'abnormality check' thing sounds pretty weird, but what do I care? My super busty, super loving mom! Heck, given the way she's been acting lately when she gets horny, I wouldn't be surprised if she gives me a blowjob too! The past couple of days have been pretty great when it comes to that.
He felt like a young kid on Christmas morning, although no young kid could have been as horny. His dick was erect even before he got out of bed.
When he got downstairs, Susan was there all alone. He'd set his alarm about half an hour earlier than usual, with the hope that he could have some time with her before Katherine came downstairs. To his great joy, he noticed from the dishes still on the dining room table that Ron had already eaten his breakfast and gone to work. All right! Excellent. Just Mom and me.
He waved hello, and she waved back. But just from that little exchange she started blushing heavily.
Cool, he thought. Sweetness. She's really nervous, and she doesn't seem to be in one of her prudish moods. After that "goodnight kiss and tuck-in" last night, she must be really horny. She knows as well as I do that today's a Tuesday. I'll bet she's struggling not to just up and suck my cock right now. She's so fuckin' HOT, and STACKED, and she's totally ready for action! If I can just get a little more aggressive, something good is bound to happen. Maybe more tit fondling with my supermodel, centerfold mom! Oh man. I get so hard just thinking about it!
He walked up to her, gave her a brief good-morning hug and said, "Hey, Mom, how are you today? Feeling good? I'm feeling great! Yesterday was a great day. What are you thinking?"
"Well, I'm thinking that I might have taken things a little too far last night with the way I tucked you in. But overall I'm feeling pretty proud of myself, because I managed to resist serious temptation."
"Good. Did Ron leave for work?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact he just did."
"Great! I was thinking that we-"
She exclaimed, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
He had started to fondle her breasts through her clothes while he continued hugging her. But his hands froze as he said, "I'm just doing what I did last night. Is that a problem?"
"You bet it is! You can't just walk up to me and fondle my breasts any time you feel like it, you know. There's a time and a place for that kind of thing."
"Okay. Sorry!" Hurt and confused, he withdrew his hands and broke the hug. "So when is the proper time?"
She explained, "Last night was a special occasion because I gave you permission as part of an exercise for us in practicing self-control. If there are other such special occasions I'll let you know. Otherwise, you need to ask permission first before touching me there."
"Okay. Sorry, Mom." While he accepted that restriction as reasonable, he was still terribly horny and didn't want to be denied completely. His hands went down to her ass instead.
She practically shrieked, "Tiiiiiiger! What do you think you're doing now?!"
"I'm getting your attention. Don't you remember? You told me that I could fondle your ass at any time to show you when I'm horny. Well, I'm horny now." He pressed in close so his hot erection rubbed up against her right hip.
"Oh dear. I did say that, didn't I? What was I thinking?!"
"I don't know. But I'm sure glad you said it. And I may have a lot of 'getting your attention' to do to make you see just how horny I am."
He'd been fondling her ass over her pale green dress, but now he lifted the dress and came into contact with her panties.
He said disapprovingly, as if he were the parent, "Mom, what's this? You know you're not allowed to wear underwear in this house. Do you have a good excuse for this?"
She bowed her head bashfully in defeat. "I'm sorry, but Ron ... he just left literally a minute or two ago, just before you came in. Suzanne said I'm allowed to wear them when he's around. After all, we don't want him to suspect anything."
"True, but I don't see him now. So what are you waiting for?"
"You want me to take my panties off? Right here? But that's so humiliating: I'm your mother!"
"Hey, I didn't make the rules. Besides, as Aunt Suzy has pointed out, I get to decide what you wear and when. I don't want to see any hypocrisy here. Why is it that you're so keen to enforce the rules you DO want, like no tit fondling, but not the ones you don't want?"
She sighed. "Very well. I can't believe the things you make me do."
But despite her appearance of reluctance, she was secretly delighted that he was acting unusually aggressive and "forcing" her to do erotic things. She bent over at a right angle, spread her legs a bit, flipped her dress up over her butt, and pulled her panties down ever so slowly. Although she suggestively wiggled her ass as she did so, despite her inner eagerness she somehow gave the impression that she was reluctant about doing the whole thing. That made her actions look even more titillating.
As soon as she'd pulled her panties all the way down her legs and removed them, he reached out and resumed fondling her ass. This time he could see and feel her bare skin.
She was so surprised at his action, or at least seemed so surprised, that she immediately stood back up. "Tiiiiiiger! What are you doing?!"
"I'm getting your attention."
She sighed theatrically. "Well okay, if you must. But remember, 'getting my attention' only involves the ass. You can't put your fingers in my most private place."
In fact, he had been working fast and was already rubbing two fingers across her slit. But he said, "Okay, I'll stay clear of there if you spread your legs a little wider. Remember, you're supposed to be helping with visual stimulation too."
"Oh, poo! You meanie! You're incorrigible." But she spread her legs.
She just remained there, bending over the sink, while he explored her ass cheeks with both hands. The way she was bent forward allowed her dress to hang around her lower back most of the time, although sometimes he would have to tug it back up to continue his unimpeded fondling.
She thought, This is so humiliating! This is NOT how I thought my morning would go. He's got me bent over with my ass sticking out at an obscene angle like I'm some kind of sexual plaything for him! Why can't I tell him to stop? If I really insisted, I'm sure he would. Maybe that's what I should do. Why do his hands have to feel so damn good on my ass?! This is wrong! It's depraved!
After about a minute of exploring her ass, he started to make small talk. "You know what I'm thinking about?"
"What?" she pleaded. "And Tiger, no pussy! You promised."
He was repeatedly rubbing her perineum (the space between her anus and pussy), but his fingers had wandered a bit too far over her labia. He withdrew them ever so slightly, but kept working on her sensitive perineum area. "Sorry. It's just that I'm thinking about my new alarm clock."
"Your new alarm clock? You've got a new one? What does that have to do with anything?"
"You don't remember? If I recall, I believe you called that alarm clock the 'cock hungry mother.'"
Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into her consciousness. She recalled that fateful Tuesday two weeks before when she'd nearly lost all control with him, and how she woke him up with a blowjob and called herself an "alarm clock" with that name.
She was so shocked that she spun around and pushed her dress down. "Alan! Let's not speak about that again! I think you've got my attention plenty by now. Enough attention getting!" She was miffed, but not that miffed, because her arousal was dulling all her other emotions.
He was disappointed. He was having so much fun playing with his mother's body that he didn't want it to stop. He would have been more than happy to knead her peachy ass flesh all morning and see just how wet he could make her. Although he obediently followed her orders and withdrew his hands, he tried to think of some kind of new angle to justify more play.
Then a thought came to him. "Okay. Sorry again. It's just that you're so sexy. But are you wearing a bra too? You know that's not allowed either."
"Tiger! You're a real trial this morning, you know that? You know I'm wearing a bra; I'm sure you got a good feel of that earlier. But what am I supposed to do about it? Look at this dress."
She had chosen a high-collared dress because she'd been in a fairly prudish mood when she awoke and hoped it would discourage her son's attentions. But now her choice had backfired on her: there really was no way for her to reach under the dress to remove the bra.
"You'll just have to take the dress off first," he pointed out, trying to hide his glee.
"But Tiger," she pouted. "Can't I just take the bra off later?"
"Rules are rules." He had never been so happy about house rules before, even though he wasn't quite sure where this particular rule had come from in the first place.
She looked around the kitchen frantically, as if trying to find an escape she could exit. "But what about my Angel? She could come down at any minute. Do you want her to see her mother standing naked in the kitchen?"
He honestly wouldn't have minded that too much, but he said, "Sis is still sleeping like a baby. You know her alarm won't wake her up for another fifteen minutes or so, and she has a normal alarm clock."
She blushed like a new bride at that oblique reference to cocksucking. She complained in a desperate voice, "But she could come down earlier than that. You did."
He pressed her, "Well then, the sooner you get it over with, the safer you'll be. We can't have you running around with a bra all day."
"Fine!" She complained hotly as she began pulling her dress over her head. "But I'm not happy about this. Not one bit! Somehow, you always seem to find a way to get me out of all my clothes, and it's not fair! It's so improper."
He waited until she had the dress on the counter and her bra in her hands, then put his hands back on her ass and resumed his fondling.
"Tiger! What's gotten into you?! What's your excuse this time?"
He grinned mischievously. "Well, I'm just getting your attention again, 'cos you've got me even more aroused than before and I'm supposed to let you know that."
"You're dangerous! I want you to go to the breakfast table and sit down. You're really pushing your luck this morning, buster!" But despite her firm words, her rising lust was obvious in her tone of voice.
He said "Okay" but left his hands on her butt. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack as he said, "But no underwear, right? All the time! Every day!"
She bowed her head again, this time even more submissively. "Yes, yes, yes, already! I'm sorry I broke the rules and I'll keep my undies off from now on, at least when your father's not at home. Is that okay with you?"
He was feeling a bit devilish, so he probed her ass crack as he replied, "Yes, so long as you get permission from me, Sis, or Aunt Suzy first if you have some special need to put them on."
She grumbled, "Oh, very well. But please! Control yourself. Is my ass really that interesting to you?"
He grinned in triumph while he continued freely kneading healthy handfuls of ass flesh. "Yes it is."
"What's so interesting about it, anyway?"
"Well, you see here?" He firmly cupped both her ass cheeks again and jiggled them up and down a little bit. "There's just something special about how you're so firm, yet so squeezable here. I think it shows how much your daily exercising is paying off. When you tense your ass muscles" - she immediately did so - "you have buns of steel! But when you relax them" - she did that too - "you're so soft and pliable. It's almost like a fluffy marshmallow, so inviting and yielding. How is that? I think I need to explore this mystery with much more kneading and groping."
She laughed, despite her best efforts to stay stern. "Perhaps, but not now! Behave yourself, okay? You have my full attention, so there's no excuse anymore."
He was having more fun than he could believe, but he realized that he was pushing his luck. "Thanks, Mom." He removed his hands from her ass, kissed the top of her head, and went to the dining room.
His erection was so hard and unsatisfied after all that teasing that he thought he was discovering just how painful blue balls could be. But he figured he was on thin ice already, so to do something bold like take his boner out to stroke it would be downright unwise. He definitely didn't want to drive her into another prudish mood swing. Besides, he still needed to shower before school, so he figured he could jack off in the bathroom.
He could still see most of Susan's naked body, because the only thing separating the kitchen and dining room was a high counter. Rather than go all the way to the breakfast table, he chose to eat at the counter so that sitting on a high stool he continued to have a great view of his voluptuous mother.
She walked from the stove to the sink and back again, doing her usual cooking tasks. She had prepared Samoan coconut tapioca porridge with honeydew slices for them this morning. But her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were erect, because she knew that he was closely watching her every move. I'm totally naked! Buck naked! Starkers! This is not right. Wait! What am I waiting for? I can just put my dress back on. He can't object to that, as long as I don't wear undies. Ha-ha! I got him, for once!
Chapter 2Susan was in the process of putting her dress back over her head when Alan said, "Hold it!"
She put the dress back down and looked at him with trepidation. "What now?"
"You said you'd help with visual stimulation. You promised. You know that dress isn't visually stimulating; it's one of your old fuddy-duddy ones."
"Well, let me wear something! Please!"
"Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your really sexy dresses? After all, I'm in charge of what you wear now."
Defeated again, she put the dress on the counter. Dang it! I knew that little victory was too good to be true. He always has a way of getting me naked. How does he do that?!
He immediately picked up the dress to prevent her from wearing it on her way upstairs. He held it behind his back and kept it there. To prevent her from saying anything about that and to keep her milling about naked, he said, "I noticed today's a Tuesday."
She blushed again. "Yes, Son. I noticed that too." She could feel the saliva gathering in her mouth, which she had to swallow.
"Does that mean that, you know, you'll be doing one of those abnormality checks?"
Frustrated with him, she huffed, "The only thing abnormal about you is your oversexed brain! It seems like you're not happy until you've taken all my clothes off and are wantonly fondling my naked body while your big cock slides deep into my mouth!"
He laughed. "Yep. I'd say that about sums it up."
She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she walked away from him to get a bowl for him.
Walking back, while holding the bowl in front of her leaking labia, she addressed his 'abnormality check' question. "I don't know. We'll see. I've been thinking about it, but you've been acting so strange and aggressive this morning that I'm having second thoughts. I don't want us to lose control."
He held his hands up in front of himself in a surrender gesture. "I'll be good, I promise! It's true that sometimes I kid around, but you know I keep my promises. When there's a rule, I don't break it. Aren't we just having fun here? I'd never want to hurt you. I love you so much!"
By saying those words at that moment, he was completely sincere and honest. But he was also as conniving as Eddie Haskell, the smarmy neighbor in the classic TV sitcom 'Leave It to Beaver'. Among other things, he was trying to get her to adhere to the new rules, especially the one where he got to chose what she wore.
She walked around the counter to where he sat, snatched her dress from behind his back and said, "We'll see." She walked to the refrigerator, holding the dress over her pussy, and then brought him a pitcher of pineapple juice. She could easily have held it over her rack too, but she chose not to. Her huge melons swayed back and forth and up and down with every step, and her pussy tingled, knowing her fully-aroused son was still watching.
She put an extra swish in her hips as she walked away from him, knowing that he'd like that. Her arousal level was rising with each passing minute. She thought about Suzanne's recent "strutting training," and tried to walk in the style Suzanne had taught her.
The training did make a difference. He thought, Dang! Just look at Mom go! Am I just extra horny right now, or is she extra sexy? Whatever the case, I love it! And I love that her tits are so big that I can even see a lot of boob from behind!
As she slowly strutted away she said, "We'll see. I'm not making any promises. I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne about it, and about your outlandish behavior this morning. Eat your porridge. Meanwhile, I'm going to go upstairs and actually put some clothes on. And keep them on! I have no idea what I'll wear that will satisfy you without freaking out your sister, but I'll try."
She selected a small bowl of strawberries for him, just so she'd have an excuse to strut to the dining table and back again. She held the bowl strategically in front of her pussy, but left the dress behind this time. She concentrated on her undulating ass cheeks, greatly increasing the sexiness of her movements. As she did so, she repeated to herself what Suzanne had taught her to say: I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!
When she returned to the kitchen, her heart was racing even faster with arousal and excitement.
Then he really made her day when he said in an obviously awed tone, "Hey Mom, I don't know what it is, but you seem extra sexy today. You really are my super sexy centerfold mom."
She pumped her fist in triumph, but made it just a short jab below the kitchen counter so he couldn't see it. YES! Thank you, Suzanne! Those words are so lewd and outrageous, but they really do the trick!
She moved towards the big gap between the living room and dining room, swaying her hips from side to side while barely covering her pussy with a hand (most of the time). She paused and said, "Okay, Tiger, if you can control yourself a little bit better than you did this morning, we'll do your check today. I really see no choice, since no one else knows how to do it. I don't know when we can do it though. Your father is going to be home this afternoon, for a change, so it can't be then. I made him promise to come home early so we could have some more quality time together. He and I have some things to discuss. But if the chance comes up later, I'll see what I can do. We might have to wait until tomorrow to do it."
He stood up, walked over to her, and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He ran a hand up and down her shapely bare back as they hugged briefly.
She just shot him another chagrined look and walked away towards the stairs, still naked. Then she realized she'd forgotten her dress back in the kitchen, so she went to get it.
He just stood there and watched her walk this way and that. He knew his erection was poking lewdly through his shorts; he made no attempt to hide it.
Her heart skipped a beat when she walked back towards him and saw his bulge. She stopped and stared. Oh my LORD! Just look at that! So many inches of thick spermy goodness! Why, I have half a mind just to drop to my knees right now and take care of that. It would practically be irresponsible of me not to. Oh dear. But Angel could come down the stairs any moment. Mmmm! But I can almost feel his thickness filling my mouth, with my lips and tongue sliding all over it. MMMM! But I can't!
She finally resumed walking, even managing to remember to cover her pussy with the dress she was holding. But her mood was much improved, because her head was filled with how much fun they could have with his abnormality check later.
As she walked past her son, he gave her a playful slap on her bare rump.
She paused, pretending shock. "You naughty boy!" She winked but kept on walking.
He thought, Dang! My mom is turning into such a cock tease. I swear, all I'd have to do is let go of my control and I'd cum right here without even touching myself.
She headed to the stairs, still putting on a sexy show for her son. Again she mentally repeated the lines Suzanne had told her. I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!
As she finally sauntered out of sight, he thought, Mom was annoyed for a while there, but pretty happy at the end. I think it's obvious that at least some part of her loves what I'm doing to her. For one thing, she totally walked away Aunt-Suzy-style just now, slowly and with an extra sexy swish of her hips. Sweetness! I could see drops of pussy juice sparkling from across the room and fresh rivulets running down her thighs. Also, she held that dress at her side so much that she had to be doing it on purpose. She was walking that way just so I could enjoy it!
Although his dick still needed relief, all in all he was a very happy camper.
Susan came back downstairs a few minutes later wearing a gorgeous dress more suited to going to a formal ball than to cooking breakfast. That made him even happier, especially since she seemed apologetic about being so covered up in front of him.
He walked into the kitchen and said, "Uh-oh, Mom. A new outfit means that I'll have to get your attention all over again."
She protested, "You meanie! What about Angel? What if she sees?"
Despite her protest, he could tell that she was very aroused. Her face was flushed and her breathing was heavy from before she even walked into the kitchen. Therefore he flipped her rather long dress up until his hands met bare ass flesh. "Don't worry; we'll hear her coming."
She still protested, "But Son! Can't you just be content to fondle my ass through my clothes?"
"No."
She shivered all over at the confidence she heard in his reply. Dear Lord! My son is becoming so MANLY! Between his words and the way he's manhandling my ass, I'm liable to simply burst into flames!
Unfortunately though, Katherine came downstairs only about a minute or two later. She made quite a ruckus by taking two steps at a time, so Alan was already on the other side of the kitchen counter sitting on a stool by the time she entered the kitchen and dining room area.
For the rest of breakfast, he had to satisfy himself with occasionally checking out his mother's voluptuous body without being too obvious about it.
Before he left for school, he had an extremely satisfying orgasm in the shower. He certainly didn't lack arousing ideas and images to masturbate to.
Chapter 3Susan had lied when she'd told Alan that morning that she might not want to do the abnormality check, and that the opportunity might not come up even if she did. She was determined to do it no matter what, so much so that thoughts about their upcoming session occupied her day.
It was true that Ron was supposed to be home in the afternoon, although, contrary to what she'd told Alan in the morning, Susan certainly hadn't asked him to be there. The truth was, she didn't want anyone or anything to interfere with the "abnormality check", which she now considered to be her peak quality time with her son. So to her great pleasure, Ron called and said he'd run into all kinds of complications at work. Not only would he not be home in the afternoon, he might also be forced to miss dinner.
Ron usually spent the rare intervals when he was home in the U.S. either entirely on vacation or in working a normal schedule while operating out of his company's main office. For some reason, on this visit he seemed to be far busier and much more tense than usual. Something was clearly up, and he was unusually close-mouthed about work. He had assured Susan that there was nothing to worry about, so she got the feeling that his tenseness was due to anticipation rather than fear. Whatever the cause, for better or worse, his busy schedule was severely limiting the amount of time they could spend together.
She was still troubled by all the issues that had been bothering her in recent days. But her eagerness to get her hands and mouth back on her son's cock, now that she had what she considered a valid reason to do so, temporarily overrode all her worries.
When Suzanne came over for their usual morning exercise routine, she was pleasantly surprised to find Susan in a very good mood. She was even more surprised when Susan described how Alan had stripped and repeatedly fondled her during breakfast. She liked how Susan just explained it away with a "boys will be boys" good humor. She was especially pleased to hear how well the "strut lessons" had worked.
Suzanne took advantage of Susan's mood and obvious eagerness for the "abnormality check" to spend most of the morning advising her on various handjob and blowjob techniques.
"Come on," she said, "I don't know anything about abnormality checks, but once that part is done, you might as well help him reach his daily target by finishing him off with a handjob at the very least. Although, as we both know, it really is much better for his penis if you reduce his chafing by finishing him off with a nice long cocksuck. Here, let me show you a few things." She started to take off her spandex exercise gear.
"Wait! Are you getting naked?"
"Well, sure. Not totally though; we can keep our panties on."
"WE? You mean I have to strip to my pants too?"
"Of course," Suzanne said matter-of-factly as she took off her bra. "Cum is messy. Even fantasy cum." She chuckled. "Well, keep your pants on if you insist. But you really need to take your bra off because the tit jiggle is an essential part of any quality cock stroking. Look."
Suzanne pantomimed holding a hard dick in front of her. "See? I cup Sweetie's balls here. And then, as I stroke him here, right where most of his nerve endings are, I put my whole body into it. Watch. Watch my chest, not my hands. Don't just move your hands and forearms; stroke his cock with your entire body. Do you love him?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I do!" Susan held her hands over her chest, as if that would help counter Suzanne's nudity.
"Well then, put all your love into it! A magnificent specimen like Sweetie's thick man-meat deserves nothing less. See how my big tits shake and my hips wiggle in time to my hand movements? You know he'll love it. It's little details like that that make the difference between an ordinary handjob and an expert one. Now, it's your turn."
Susan reluctantly pulled her shirt over her head. "I don't know. It just seems so lewd and improper." But she listened attentively, eventually taking her bra off as well.
Suzanne continued, "Look what I'm doing with my middle finger. See? I'm tickling the area just behind his balls. That's just another little thing that he'll enjoy, but those little things add up."
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