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Suzanne walked into Alan's room still wearing just her loose robe and high-heeled sandals. She closed the door and turned on the stereo to mask the noise of any activity. She preferred to listen to classical music, but she had a soft spot for New Wave music because that had been popular when she was in high school and college. She knew that classical wasn't Alan's taste, so she put on a New Wave mix CD with "Tainted Love" by Soft Cell as the first song, which raised her spirits.

Alan was in bed asleep, but Suzanne didn't mind waking him. She'd calculated how long he'd been in bed and had decided that he'd had a long enough nap. He also needed to shower badly since he still smelled like coconut-flavored suntan lotion and sex. (It seemed likely that he'd fallen asleep while waiting for one of the two showers to become available.) But Suzanne didn't mind his cummy tropical smell, and she knew he'd soon revive. She shook his shoulder lightly, but that didn't wake him. Then she clapped to the syncopated rhythm of the song, but that didn't wake him either.

She cackled silently, Hee-hee, I have a better way to get his attention. She reached under the sheet and lightly stroked his dick until it started hardening.

He looked up at her with bleary eyes. He was so out of it that he didn't even realize that someone's hand was rubbing his boner.

She sat on the edge of his bed and said, with an obvious double meaning, "You up?"

"I am now," he grumbled.

She spoke in a mocking baby voice. "Awww, my widdle boy has such a tough wife" (meaning "life"). She pulled his sheets down, revealing his naked body and the erect penis on which her pale fingers were sliding up and down. She was also pleased to see that he was using the red satin sheets that Susan had recently bought for his bed. "Oh, and wook! What's this? What happens if I wub it?"

"There's an original thought," he groused.

But she kept stroking his dick. She knew he was grumpy from being woken from a deep sleep, but his attitude was certain to improve very soon. She leaned forward some, exposing more of her bare breasts as her robe fell wide open.

"Feeling better now?" she asked in her usual voice, about a minute or two later.

"A widdle," he replied, unable to suppress a grin. Staring at her rack, he exclaimed, "Damn, woman, you're seriously stacked!"

"Now, that's the Sweetie I know."

He joked, "Or, I should say, you're werrry, werrry, werrry well wendowed."

They both laughed.

There was silence for a minute or so as she stroked his cock and let him wake up more fully.

She waited until a big grin crossed his face. That showed her he was greatly enjoying what her talented fingers were doing to his stiff boner. Then, with a devious smile, she said, "I have to ask you a big favor. In about half an hour I'm supposed to put some more cream on Angel to soothe her spanking, but it seems like I'm all out of your special brand. Do you think you can get some more?" She held up a mostly empty jar of skin moisturizer - the same one used earlier.

"Hmmm," he replied with mock seriousness. "I only know one container with more of that, and it takes a special pair of hands or even a mouth to get the stuff to come out."

She got down on the floor and knelt next to the bed. Even though she was already jacking him off, she wanted to be in position for some serious two-fisted stroking that could morph into a titfuck, blowjob, or both.

He remained lying down, but he scooted over to the edge of the bed so she'd have easier access.

Soon all her fingers were sliding up and down his slick pole. She said in an extra sultry purr, "What about one of your personal cocksuckers? Do you think one of us might have what it takes? Do you think I could coax your cream out with my extra long tongue?"

She flicked her tongue at him like a snake, proudly showing off its length.

He groaned lustily. "Oh man! What have I done to deserve all this? Seriously! I mean, who has 'personal cocksuckers?' It's just nuts!"

"I take that as a 'yes.' And yes, there are nuts involved." She bent over and briefly licked his balls. "What do you think about my hands? Do you think they're up for the task?"

"I'm sure your hands are fine," he replied, temporarily overwhelmed by her furnace blast of sexuality.

She lapped her way all around his cockhead, causing him to groan loudly once again. But then she suddenly stopped, with a concerned look on her face. "Oh dear, Sweetie. I think I've drastically overdressed for the occasion!" Her robe was already completely open in the front, but she slipped it off altogether. Now they were both buck naked, except for her high-heeled sandals.

His mind reeled in the face of such beauty and enthusiasm. His cock was already hard, but it suddenly got even harder. This is not happening. How is it possible that I'm this hard yet again? It feels like I've been cumming, or on the verge of cumming, like, all day!

Aunt Suzy is what's happening. She's like a succubus. She could make a dead man pop a boner! And I HAVE been on the verge of cumming all day. I must have enjoyed at least two hours of cocksucking, if you add it all up!

"You know, Sweetie, I could give you a handjob," she said with deliberate irony because she was in the middle of doing so, "or we could do something else. After what happened by the pool today, I don't think we have to worry about barriers too much. Don't you agree?"

He nodded his head in happy agreement.

She continued as she stroked him relentlessly, "It seems your mother is ready to suck your cock anytime, anywhere, in front of anybody, and is willing to let Angel and me do the same. A bit of an exaggeration, perhaps, but not much, you must admit. Mark my words: that'll be happening soon. You'll hardly be able to walk from your room to the bathroom across the hall without getting blown by some big-titted vixen or another."

He joked, "Alas, a common problem for kids my age."

She kept on stroking his rigid pole, sliding her talented fingers up and down its full length. It was still somewhat greasy with suntan lotion, though soon his pre-cum dominated. She stopped at his cockhead long enough to massage it gently with the tips of her fingers. She thought, God, I love this big cock. This is heaven right here. Endless stroking, and my big, tasty reward ready to burst out of the tip if I keep going. I know I sound like the propaganda I always feed Susan, but so what? This is fun!

She continued, "I love it when you touch me all over. There's only one barrier that really matters, and that's fucking - the penetration of my vagina with this rock-hard cock, right here." She bent down and licked the tip, as if that was necessary to indicate which cock she referred to. She never stopped stroking it either. "I know that isn't something you want to do anyway, is it?"

That was a tricky question. He couldn't really decide from her tone what she meant. He decided sarcasm (plus a compliment) was the safest route. "Of cooouurse not! What guy in his right mind would want to do something totally gross like that? Especially with such a beautiful woman like yourself."

It seemed that he'd said the right thing, since she smiled broadly. "Well then, we're in agreement. As long as we're careful not to do that, then why don't we try out a few other things? All in the name of your medical treatment, of course. Not that I would actually find pleasure in any of this!" she added with a sly smile and the same sarcastic tone that Alan had used.

She gave his shaft a squeeze and let go.

He sat up in bed and reached over to fondle her big boobs. Despite the many blowjobs, titfucks, and handjobs she'd given him in recent weeks, he felt he hadn't been given nearly enough opportunity to play with her giant melons (especially since he would have been happy to play with her body all day long).

She didn't stop him, but instead asked coyly, "Sweetie, I thought that was against Susan's boundaries?"

He answered, "Aunt Suzy, you know as well as I do that her boundaries are more than a bit flexible. Technically, nothing is allowed except handjobs, cocksucking, and 'getting her attention' with ass grabs. Oh, and goodnight kisses. But there are violations of that every day. In fact, the violations are more common than keeping to the rules."

She asked wryly, "So, when you rubbed your cum into her skin earlier, and just generally fondled every inch of her perfect, naked body, do you think that was a rule violation?"

"Um... yeah." He grinned.

Alan was sitting in bed fondling Suzanne's tits while she jacked him off, but she wanted to reposition him for what she planned to do next. She pulled him forward until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She lathered up her cleavage with some of the skin moisturizer from the jar she'd brought for him to cum into. Then, without any discussion, she grabbed his pulsing hard dick and guided it between her twin peaks.

He naturally began to titfuck her. Fuuuuck! Feels so good! DANG!

She asked, "So, what do you think about tits? Do you think it would be okay with Susan if I let you touch mine?" She said this with deliberate irony since he was more than touching them at that moment.

He responded, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I've explored her tits in so many ways today alone that she could hardly complain, and I've given her a couple of nice titfucks already. That's a seriously hypocritical boundary. I'm not going to worry about it; I'll just play with her tits whenever I like from now on. She totally wants it."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice? We didn't see the usual Susan prudish backlash after her first titfucking? She loves any tit-play so much that she can't work up any outrage."

"Ah. I'd say that's true."

"What I'd like to see, though, is more pussy action."

She smiled knowingly. "Oh, would you? Color me shocked!" She chuckled. She raised and lowered her melons on either side of his rigid pole. "But what about your homework?"

"Homework? Ugh! Why did you have to remind me of that? Talk about cooling my ardor. I'm so far behind that it's not even funny." He still swayed back and forth as he plowed Suzanne's chest.

"Sorry. I wasn't meaning that kind of homework. I'm talking about the homework that Akami assigned you. You know, how you told me she said you need to regularly practice titfucking."

"Oh, that. Yes. If only I could find a willing partner..."

They both laughed.

So far, Suzanne hadn't really brought her tongue out to play, to add to the titfucking joy. But when she took a break from moving her heavy tits around, she licked the tip of his cockhead to keep him fully aroused.

He commented, "Jesus, Aunt Suzy! You can reach me without hardly bending your head down! What if you really stretch to the max?"

She smiled knowingly. "You mean like this?" She extended her head as far down as it could go, while continuing to keep his erection in her tight tit-tunnel. She not only thoroughly licked all over his cockhead, she even managed to lick his sweet spot.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaimed, once the tip of her tongue reached his most sensitive spot. "How do you do that?!"

She shrugged. "Good genes. I'm lucky, I guess." Then she proceeded to lick his sweet spot AND resume the titfuck, sliding her tits up and down around his shaft at the same time.

It was so stimulating that he didn't know up from down. Holy crap! It really is the best of both worlds. Her tongue is a killer weapon! I'm seriously gonna die of pleasure here!

After they'd been titfucking for a while, there was a knock at the door. It was Susan. "Tiger? Suzanne? Suzanne, are you in there?"

Suzanne both smiled and rolled her eyes at Alan. She spoke up loud enough for Susan to hear. "Yes. Yes I am."

"Just what's going on in there?" Susan asked. She'd just come from cleaning the kitchen and then taking a shower, so she was wearing nothing but a loose robe.

"What do you think?" Suzanne replied.

Susan muttered something neither Alan nor Suzanne had any hope of hearing.

Alan asked, "Mom, can you speak up?"

"Sorry. I said, 'It doesn't involve Tiger's penis, does it?'"

Suzanne replied quite loudly, "No, it doesn't. It involves his cock! Even as we speak, he's giving me a good titfucking!"

Susan bit her lip with desire.

Suzanne added, "I hope you don't have a problem with that, because this is a cock that needs a LOT of tender loving care! Since you're punishing yourself and Angel, that leaves me to handle all of this spermy goodness!"

Susan panted, Oh no! Spermy goodness! I love Tiger's spermy goodness. It's so wonderfully... well, spermy! I'll bet she's bobbing on it right now, just to make me regret my earlier punishment decision that much more.

Actually that's exactly what Suzanne was doing. She'd even paused in the titfuck for a minute so she could bob down to his sweet spot.

Looking up and down the hallway to make sure Katherine couldn't see her, Susan reached inside her robe and pinched one of her nipples. She asked, "Is it... Is it... big and hard... and tasty?"

Alan had to pick up the conversation. He couldn't help but feel cheeky as he said, "Mom, Aunt Suzy can't talk at the moment. Her mouth is, uh, full. But she's nodding a lot, so I think she's agreeing about the big and hard and tasty comment. Or maybe she's just bobbing like that already; I can't really tell. Do you want to come in and join us?"

Susan's robe had opened even more, and she'd started playing with her clit too once he'd mentioned that Suzanne's mouth was "full." She was sorely tempted to join them, but she wasn't as horny as she'd been earlier, so her resistance to sex acts when in front of others was back in force. She said with both sadness and obvious lust in her voice, "I... I can't! Too... improper! Sorry, Tiger!"

Alan replied, "That's okay. Aunt Suzy has things well in hand. Although it's more accurate to say well in... mouth, if you know what I mean. And in her cleavage too, as a matter of fact. She has this amazing ability to do this blowjob-titfuck combo that's out of this world! By the way, what are you wearing?"

Susan's lust was rising by the second, especially since she was going to town on her clit and nipples. She had a hard time coming up with a reply at first, she was so distracted. "Um, I... uh... Oh. I'm wearing a robe. I was just taking a shower, and I'm about to take a nap."

"Who said you're allowed to wear any clothes? Did I give you permission? I don't recall doing that!"

Suzanne was busy bobbing, as well as lapping against Alan's sweet spot within her mouth. But she too was listening closely, so she gave him a thumbs-up after he said that.

Susan's arousal shot up like a rocket blasting into space. OH NO! He's right! I have no excuse!

She quickly shrugged the robe down her arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then she looked down at herself. Good Lord, he's done it again! I can't even talk to him for a minute from another room before he somehow takes off all my clothes! Dear Lord, the power of his mighty cock even goes through walls!

As she frantically fingered herself, she worried, When will he let me wear clothes again? Maybe never! Sweet Jesus! What if he keeps me as his naked big-titted mommy forever? I'll never be able to leave the house! I won't be able to do ANYTHING but stay on my knees, slurping and stroking and titfucking his heavenly fat cock!

SO HOT!

Alan had given her some time, then asked, "So what are you wearing now?"

Susan proudly replied, "I'm naked! Totally gloriously naked! Just like a good big-titted mommy should be!"

He loved that. He had to tap on Suzanne's head to tell her to take it easy, because between the talking to Susan and Suzanne's bobbing and licking he was in danger of cumming. He said, "Mom, you've been very naughty lately. I'm not sure if I should trust you. You'd better open the door and let me see. Don't worry; it's not locked."

"But... but..." Susan dropped her head in defeat. If I open the door, I'm going to see Suzanne worshipping his wonderful cock. And that'll make me so horny I'll practically die! But what choice do I have? It's like he owns my soul! She slowly opened the door.

It was just as she'd predicted: Suzanne was going to town all over Alan's erection. Knowing that Susan was watching, she was fondling Alan's balls and shaft with both hands as well as bobbing with his cockhead in her mouth. She was careful to do it in a way that would give Susan a good view from the door.

Susan's jaw dropped. Even though she knew what she'd see, actually seeing it hit her like a sucker punch. She started to resume playing with herself, but then she forced herself to stop when she remembered that Alan would be looking her way.

But he didn't look her way, at least not yet. His eyes were closed and he was luxuriating in Suzanne's bobbing and fondling.

Susan got a very long look at the two of them. She felt like her body was going to burst into flame, it was such a thrilling sight. Look at him, sitting back like a king on his throne! And Suzanne, the mighty Suzanne, it's like she's one of his harem slaves! Clearly, she loves pleasuring him as much as I do! MMMM! SO HOT!

Finally, she said, "Um, Tiger? I opened the door." She pinned her arms behind her back and thrust her chest out, hoping he'd like that.

But he still didn't turn his head to look, even though it would have been very easy to do. He finally said, "Hold on, Mom. Just a sec."

Susan's anticipation grew. She decided it would be sexier if she raised her hands behind her head, so she did that. It helped that the pose increased her delightful feelings of submissiveness. She also hoped that doing that would keep her from embarrassing herself even further by wantonly masturbating in front of her son and Suzanne.

But still, Alan didn't look her way. She wanted him to look so badly that it practically made her cry. Her pussy throbbed, her nipples tingled, and her mouth watered with cocksucking need. She fretted about the fact that she wasn't wearing high heels since she hadn't been expecting to be seen, and she hoped he would understand and forgive that oversight.

Finally, he turned his head. "Oh. Hey, Mom. You look yummy, like always. Check out Aunt Suzy. Isn't she great? You wouldn't BELIEVE what she's doing with her tongue right now! She can practically wrap it all the way around my dick!"

Susan was suddenly weak in the knees. She had to grasp hold of the door frame to remain standing. The sight of Suzanne's hungry cocksucking was simply too much for her to take. She quickly said, "Okay. I'm gonna go take a nap. Take care!" She hastily closed the door.

Her whole body was trembling as she bent over and picked up her robe. She started to walk down the hall to her bedroom.

She was a bit disappointed that Alan hadn't said goodbye to her, but after she took a few steps she heard him say, "Later, Mom! And don't forget about the wearing clothes thing. You don't want me to have to spank you!"

That did it. When she had first walked by his door and thought to ask if Suzanne was there, she was feeling sleepy and in need of a nap due to the sun and all the prolonged sexual excitement outside. But now she was totally wired with lust. She ran as fast as she could down the hall, nearly knocking her bedroom door off its hinges in her haste to get to her bed.

She tossed the robe aside and flew onto the bed. Within seconds, she had her eyes closed and her fingers working her clit and slit. Tiger! Oh Tiger! Please! YES! Mmmm! Yes! Spank me! Spank me hard! Show me who's boss! Make me suck your cock! Mmmm, yes! Shove it down my throat and spank me and rip all my clothes off! I'm your tit slave mommy, born to SERVE! Oh God! God, God, God, God, God! MMMM! YEEESSSSS!

She quickly reached a great climax.

But that didn't sate her sexual desire. She managed to get up and close her bedroom door, because she worried about Katherine hearing her or walking in on her. Then she hurried back to bed and settled down for a much longer masturbation session, with the images of Suzanne's bobbing head fresh in her mind.