6 Times a Day

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Alan kept his eyes closed during his rest, which led to a prolonged silence.

Susan and Suzanne backed off a bit more and wondered what he was thinking about.

In fact, he wasn't thinking about much at all, except trying to visualize extremely unarousing things so his dick, as well as his wildly beating heart, would calm down.

He eventually said, "Enough about my difficult day and my problems. What did you two do today?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted asking the question because he remembered that their answer wouldn't be anything like a typical suburban housewives' answer.

Susan replied, "Thanks for asking. We had a busy day. Of course we had our usual morning exercises and nude sunbathing. We have to keep our bodies in tip-top shape for our man!" She paused and struck a sexy pose with both hands behind her head.

Suzanne saw that, and struck the exact same pose.

Alan just groaned helplessly. His boner still stood straight up.

Susan continued, while still keeping the pose, "But somehow we got so involved with vibrators and busy fingers that my ass was completely worn out even before noon! But then we were so excited that we spent most of the rest of the day naked. Suzanne played the role of you, my favorite son, and repeatedly banged my pussy with three fingers! That got me so HOT, thinking about how your dick is gonna be like TWELVE fingers, completely filling my mommy cunt! But then turnabout was fair play and I pretended I was Amy and fucked her back just as good, sparing no holes at all! We did it everywhere. Upstairs, downstairs, inside, and out back. Luckily we took a nap just before you got home, or we wouldn't even be able to stand!"

Alan should have told her to stop as his hard-on was not getting any rest after that. He thought, Do these two ever do any work? All they do is sit around naked, exercise, tell sexy stories to each other, and play with dildos. Damn! I shouldn't think about that if I ever want to get my strategic break. I need to change the subject, and fast.

But curiosity got the best of him. He asked Suzanne, "Is that true? Did you really let Mom role-play as Amy?"

Suzanne, embarrassed by the admission, took her time coming up with an answer.

But before she was ready to speak, Susan burst back in with, "Oh! I almost forgot! I forgot to mention the news this morning that got us so excited and horny!"

With his eyes still closed, he said drolly, "What, the fact that the sun came up? Were you breathing? I noticed you tend to get horny pretty much whenever you're breathing."

She completely missed his humor. "Should I tell him or do you want to tell him, Suzanne?"

Alan heard Suzanne say, "You should tell him. It's really your news."

"Oh. Right. Well, Tiger, I hope it doesn't come as a surprise to you, but I've been thinking more and more about divorcing Ron."

Alan opened his eyes at that. He could sense something big coming.

Susan stood up and started pacing around the room as she grew agitated. She clutched at his big breasts, simply to stop them from bouncing around too much as she moved. "You know all about how he's cheated on me, and with men, no less. But Suzanne's investigator has a new disturbing wrinkle: he sleeps with boys. Thank God they're teenagers at least, but still. It's outrageous! And criminal! I hope you're not too upset. I mean, he is, or maybe I should say he was, your father. He never tried to do anything with you, did he? Be honest. It's very important."

Alan was surprised at the news about teenage boys, but not all that surprised. He felt his penis go flaccid as he thought about that. "No, he never did. You gave me so many warnings about molesters that I don't think I would have stayed quiet, and I think it would have showed in my personality somehow. No. In fact, now that I look back, he seemed very careful not to hug me or be overly familiar with roughhousing and tickling and that kind of thing. I'm grateful for that. However, I do remember him eyeing some of my friends kind of strangely. So I'm not really surprised that his sexual focus is pretty much the exact opposite of a voluptuous, mature woman. I mean, how could he have one of the hottest and most lovable wives on the planet and not be fucking her every fifteen minutes?"

Susan smiled. She walked up to his bedside and squeezed his hand. "Oh thank God! That's such a relief. You know what? It didn't surprise me that much either. And you have such a flattering tongue. I expect you to keep to that fifteen minutes promise from now on."

"Mom! It's not a promise. I was just saying..." He looked at her standing there in just her high heels, with Suzanne standing bare naked in heels as well a few feet away, and he felt his dick start to rise again.

His mother giggled, and he found himself laughing along. "I know, Tiger. I'm just giving you a hard time. Now comes the good part. With this evidence, he should agree to an immediate and very favorable divorce. Suzanne thinks he'll hand over the house and just about everything, because he won't want any of that secret sex life to become known to his family, especially his parents. We may never even have to see him again if we don't want to. It seems he's extremely happy there in Thailand. We want to get this thing completely settled in a matter of days, just in case he gets the sense to get an investigator to pry into us."

Alan joked, "He's gonna have to get in line, then. I'm very busy prying into you."

"You are, and you will," Susan said cheerfully as she sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Over and over. You're especially going to be prying in that one special hole that'll make you a true motherfucker. When I think about what you're going to do to me, I'm so-"

Suzanne coughed, loudly and intentionally.

Susan realized she was getting off track, and refocused. "And with a good settlement, that means I'll be able to keep the house and continue to live the life I've been living for at least a few more years. I hope that means my days will be filled with son-fucking and son-sucking. What really excites me is that, after the divorce, there can be no doubt about my total devotion to you! I'll belong to you and you alone... heart, body, and soul." She beamed with joy.

She added, "Suzanne's so happy about the whole thing that today she hired the same investigator to look into Eric."

Suzanne realized with a start that she was standing with her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide, almost like she was some kind of soldier on parade, but a soldier in some kind of fantastical naked sex army.

She walked up to Alan and sat right next to where Susan was sitting. She clarified, "But I don't expect to find anything really scandalous. Let's not talk about that. Susan said that she's giving you a hard time, but I don't see you having a hard time at all." She nodded significantly at his lap.

"Oh! Right!" Susan was reminded of Alan's dick, which in fact was semi-flaccid at the moment. She pointed at it. "Suzanne, we need to do something about this."

Susan and Suzanne both reached for his erection with their hands at the same time. Their hands crashed in mid-air, which caused everyone to laugh. But four hands ended up on his boner even before the laughter was over.

It had been getting soft after this serious news, but it resumed its full hardness almost instantly, because Alan knew what great pleasures awaited him when the two women teamed up.

Susan asked her son, while her hands her struggling with Suzanne's for the best cock stroking real estate, "So isn't that good news about the divorce? That's why Suzanne and I were bouncing around like sex bunnies all over the house today."

Suzanne joked, "Not like we would have been doing that anyway. We probably would have played bridge or something."

Then, hoping that Susan was distracted with talking, Suzanne got down on the floor and swung Alan's legs off the side of the bed so she could get in between them for some cocksucking.

But Susan moved fast too. Not only did she start licking him around his cockhead, both of her hands were vigorously flying up and down the rest of prick, making satisfying slurping sounds with every pass, and it was downright dangerous for Suzanne to get within range of them. Suzanne had to resign herself to sucking his balls for a while instead.

Alan could scarcely believe that Susan was stroking and licking his boner while Suzanne was slurping on his balls. Even though they'd shared like this before, each time it happened made him feel like he'd just won a gold medal at the Olympics.

He just sighed with contentment while he luxuriated in the pleasure of having the two MILFs team up on his genitals.

But after a minute or two, Susan asked between licks, "So, what do you think?"

"Hot damn! It feels so good! So, so insanely good!"

Susan giggled. "No, about divorcing Ron."

"Oh. That is good news," he agreed. "Really good news."

Susan spoke enthusiastically while still licking, "I just get so excited thinking about how you're going to be the SOLE man of the house! No one will ever bother or interrupt us again. It'll just be you and your harem of big-titted beauties in the house, serving your cock 24 hours a day. Isn't that exciting?!"

He repeatedly winced, because the combination of Susan's words and Susan's and Suzanne's hand and tongue work was pushing him dangerously close to climax. However, he was getting remarkably good at talking through very erotic acts, as was everyone in the house. "That takes one big load off my mind. Maybe this whole thing won't end in utter disaster after all. Though, given what happened today with Glory..."

He suddenly frowned. The reminder of Glory threatened to drop him back into a pit of despair, and it caused him start to lose his erection again too. He stood up and tried to push his way free of his naked beauties.

Susan got up too and stopped him with a hug. Once she was confident he wasn't going anywhere, she reached down and held his penis, only to feel it wilting in her hands. She immediately said something to steal back his attention. "Isn't it interesting that Suzanne had me role-play as Amy today? I find that very interesting. Don't you? Of course, it wasn't much of a stretch for me to play her, since her body is filling out so nicely lately. Have you seen how big her tits have grown? And you should have seen the things Suzanne did to me when she pretended to be you. She kept my vagina constantly filled with her fingers, but from now on I consider stuffing my cunt to be your job. I guess it'll be up to you to satisfy Mommy down there. Mommy's pussy is going to be stretched out with thick son-cock!"

While Susan was talking, Suzanne got on her knees and resumed sucking on his balls. She would have bobbed on his newly reengorged pole, except that Susan's hands were already busy stroking it.

"Um, uh, yeah." Alan was having a much harder time talking now, because the erotic pleasure he was feeling was simply out of this world. He wasn't even sure what he was agreeing to. Needless to say, he temporarily forgot about his sorrow over Glory.

Susan spoke while her fingers worked their magic, slipping and sliding up and down his stiff pole. "Funnily enough, Suzanne and I were prepping for this very situation just a few hours ago. We were practicing on a life-like dildo, trying to figure out how to master the sharing thing, because we decided that sharing is caring. Don't you agree?"

"Um..." His ability to talk during sexual pleasure had its limits. He actually curled his toes, even though he was standing up.

Susan gaily continued, "One thing we agreed on was to keep up a 'triple attack' whenever possible: hands or mouth on the cock, balls, and asshole at all times. That's just absolutely ESSENTIAL to proper cock maintenance; don't you agree, Suzanne?"

"Mmmm hmmm." Suzanne didn't say more since she'd just stuffed all of one of Alan's balls in her mouth.

The two mothers were implementing their "triple attack" plan right now. Susan concentrated on his cock with two hands, and sometimes her tongue or lips, while Suzanne not only sucked on his balls, but also sawed at his asshole.

Alan was surprised at how much of a difference the ball sucking made, not to mention the anal poking. It was a testament to his growing stamina that he wasn't spewing his load already. At times, his entire body tingled and surged so much that all he could do was close his eyes, clench his teeth, and hang on for dear life.

Still trying to divert Alan from thinking about Glory, Susan hastily added, "By the way, Tiger, you'll be glad to know your hiking pack is all packed, just the way you like it. That'll leave us more time to have fun. What do you think we should do with all that time, hmmm?" She giggled with glee.

Despite his thumping heart, he managed to say, "That's great, Mom, thanks a lot. I love both of you guys so much." He winced again, because one of Susan's hands was concentrating on the sweet spot just below his cockhead, and his PC muscle control could barely handle the reaction that caused in him.

Suzanne momentarily stopped her sucking on his scrotum to joke, "Susan, looks like we're not doing a good enough job here, because the poor boy still can't figure out if we're men or women." She liked to make fun of his occasional habit to call people "guys" regardless of gender. "I think we need to remind him that we have tits. And not just any tits, but his favorite kind."

Susan exclaimed, "BIG tits! What a great idea! Let's use our tits to take his pleasure to a higher level!" She got out of the way and pushed Alan forward so he found himself forced to sit on the edge of the bed.

Alan found himself thinking, There's a higher level than this? Nah. Not possible!

Suzanne, still on her knees, scooted forward so she was in titfuck position. She thrust out her weighty tits, cupped them, and stuck Alan's long pole in between them.

But before she could start, he practically screamed, "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Susan helpfully explained to Suzanne, "Time for another strategic break."

"I gathered," Suzanne said with some chagrin, because that was so obvious.

The three of them rested for a minute or two. Alan's dick remained encased in Suzanne's soft orbs, but she mercifully refrained from any kind of movement.

He thought, God, I'm so blessed! I'm not a religious guy, but I can't help but think someone up there must love me. Both Mom and Aunt Suzy can hardly wait to titfuck me! How am I supposed to ever calm down for that?!

As they waited, a very energized Susan said excitedly, "Boy, I sure do love titfucks! Even though it's not my turn, I love just seeing how your hot cock is completely swallowed up by Suzanne's titty bounty. The only problem with titfucks is that it's hard to share. And Suzanne and I are going to be doing a LOT of sharing of your cock from now on!"

Suzanne knew they could have done a double titfuck, but she wasn't keen on sharing at the moment, since Susan had been monopolizing most of Alan's boner for quite a few minutes now. However, to help Susan feel more involved, she said, "Here's one way to share." While keeping Alan's dick loosely between her huge globes, she reached out to Susan's pussy and started fingering it.

Susan clenched her legs, and gasped. "Oooh! That feels... If you keep that up, I'm going to cum!"

But Suzanne immediately stopped, and brought her wet fingers back to her chest. "See?" As she wiped Susan's pussy juices in her own cleavage, she explained, "I could use some lubrication. And this way, he'll kind of be fucking my tits and your cunt at the same time."

"Oh my goodness!" Susan exclaimed. "What a great idea!" She was even happier when Suzanne brought a hand back to "collect" more lubrication.

Suzanne continued fingering Susan and bringing her copious wetness back to her rack until Susan had an orgasm. However, it wasn't a particularly powerful one, so she was able to remain standing.

Then, Suzanne couldn't hide her own eagerness as she asked, "What do you say, Sweetie? Are you ready yet?"

He thought, Are you kidding me?! I'm supposed to have recovered with all that going on? Dang. I should have closed my eyes at least. But I guess I'm no longer in imminent danger of a cum blast. Besides, I'm too worked up to wait! He nodded his head.

Susan moved in so she was facing Alan, but leaning to the side so Suzanne would have room. This allowed her to drag her bare globes up and down his chest as she kept up the tit talk. "Yes, Tiger, your favorite kind: big, soft, squeezable ones! 38Gs. Don't you like G-cups, or would you prefer them larger?" She was thinking about the possibility of her breasts growing larger if she started lactating.

"No, Mom, your 38Gs are perfect!"

Alan was being diplomatic and didn't realize Susan actually would have liked a "larger" answer due to her lactation plans, but his answer worked just as well for the endlessly horny mother. "Oh goody! Tiger, maybe you should call us your cocksucking, titfucking, G-cupped, milky mommies."

By this time, Suzanne was not only sliding her tits up and down either side of Alan's pole, but she began licking his cockhead too. Since her tongue was so very long, she could manage a lot of licking despite the fact that his dick was moving around a little bit, thanks to the way she was keeping her tits in constant motion.

Several wonderful minutes passed. Then, even though Suzanne had taken control of Alan's pole to the point where it could hardly be seen in her deep cleavage, Susan dropped down, keen to get in on the action. But Suzanne didn't want to give up her titfucking yet, so Susan's face just hovered nearby for now. After another minute or so of waiting, she tilted her head and managed to lick some drops of pre-cum off the tip of his bulbous cockhead.

Suzanne could see how eager Susan was, so she stopped her loving licking, at least. That allowed her to say something on her mind. "Sweetie, speaking of milky mommies, I think Susan would like it better if you called her 'Mommy' sometimes. Especially when she's naked. She'd really, really like you to use that word. A lot."

Susan blushed. Her rosy face left no doubt that she emphatically agreed.

"Oh, really?" Alan asked, very turned on by that tidbit, and Susan's revealingly cute reaction. "Okay. I should have figured that out already. Sometimes I'm a bit thick. Thanks a lot for the tip, Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne teased, "You are thick. And long, too. And I also like tips." Her fingers briefly tickled and danced up a stretch of dick not sandwiched by her boobs to help point out what she meant.

Alan's eyes locked on Susan's. "And thank you, Mommy, for being such a lovely cocksucker."

Susan actually felt chills down her spine when he said "Mommy." She looked at Suzanne pleadingly. "Can I? Please?!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes, but she chuckled mirthfully too. She knew exactly what Susan wanted. "Sure. Just as long as you don't get in my way."

"Thank you!" Susan immediately bent over and started licking the part of Alan's cockhead that was poking out through the top of Suzanne's cleavage. Her usual "Mmmm" noises showed how much fun she was having.

Susan said between more licking, "Best. Son. Ever!"

She was so inspired by the "Mommy" comment that she managed to bob down to his sweet spot, despite the fact that Suzanne was titfucking him at the same time. At times, her lips actually reached all the way to Suzanne's skin, leaving literally every last inch of his boner either in Susan's mouth or in Suzanne's cleavage.

He thought, Holy shit! I'm getting sucked and titfucked from different women at the SAME TIME! I didn't even know that was possible. Why have I never seen porn showing this? This is AWESOME! Feels soooo fuckin' good!

Out of the blue, Suzanne said to him, "And... by the way... it's better if you call me Aunt Suzy more often, in the same situations." Surprisingly, she even blushed a bit herself.

Alan liked that too. Too cute! I love it when Suzanne gets all cute and shy, not that it happens much. Plus, it's interesting that she wants to be family, so we can make hot, incestuous love. That's not a bad idea, since she's basically family anyways. I'll have to think about that.

After a minute or so, Susan pulled her lips off his cockhead with a satisfying smacking sound, because she knew this was Suzanne's titfucking time and she didn't want to be a cock hog.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a close thing, and he desperately needed a break.

His eyes went wide, because before he could even count to three, Suzanne tilted her head downward and licked all the way down to his sweet spot with her exceedingly long tongue, even while the vast majority of his shaft was out of sight, still buried deep in her cleavage. He was always amazed at the length of her tongue, especially when compared to Susan's ordinary sized one.

As if that wasn't enough mind-blowing stimulation, Susan joined in Suzanne's cockhead licking effort. In fact, for a few moments, their tongues were pressed together, working on his most sensitive spot.

He exclaimed, "Wow, you two have me so hot! I can't believe how kind and loving you both are. I just ask for anything, and you're always there for me!"

Susan sat up. She figured she'd leave his dick to Suzanne for a while, since it was obvious their tag team effort was overstimulating him. She chided him, "Now you know you should never ask me for anything, at least sexual. Just demand it! We're your personal nympho helpers, and we can't say no. I'm always ready to help, no matter how tired. If I'm asleep even, just wake me up. Tell us to drop to our knees and SUCK! Order us about any way you like. Isn't that right, Suzanne?"

Suzanne surprised herself by saying, "Yeah. I don't mind saying that I'm your sexual helper. Nympho is a good word. So the same goes for your Auntie. I'm always happy to help you." She also sat up as she said that, because she knew that even her licking or titfucking alone would probably push him over the edge. He needed a complete break. (Although she did keep her fingers wrapped around his shaft, if only to make sure Susan didn't go wild over it during the break time.)

Alan noticed that Suzanne's use of language was very different than Susan's, even if the end result of limitless help was still the same. "Nympho" was an uncommon term, but one that everyone could agree on and like. Suzanne had her moments of submissiveness, but she normally resisted terms like "slut," "sex slave," "fuck toy," and "harem girl."

Suzanne thought, This is NOT how I thought my plans would work out. The problem is, I love him too much, and my libido is too strong. I want to maintain control here, but the fact is, if he calls, I'm gonna come running, and it's useless to deny it. And if I play hard to get, then I'll just lose out to the others. Damn. But I'm so horny and having so much fun, that... fuck it! I'm gonna revel in the special thing we've got going on, and screw pride.

Suzanne switched to a Southern drawl, "Wouldn't you like to explore my outfit? I know you like these here rags 'cos they're made 'specially fer cocksuckin'."

He laughed. "I'd love to explore your outfit, except that you're not wearing one. You're buck naked!"

Suzanne looked down and giggled, her huge naked breasts jiggling with every little movement. She'd had a vague idea that she was at least wearing something. But then she remembered her feet, and pointed out in her normal voice with some indignation, "Now wait a minute. That's not true. I am wearing high heels."

Susan looked at her own feet and giggled. "I've got 'em on, too! Would you look at that? We even wear them in bed. That's how it should be for all of Alan's women. He doesn't want us barefoot and pregnant; he wants us high heeled, topless, and well fucked!"

Suzanne laughed. "I could think of worse fates."

Susan was momentarily diverted from her normal single-minded focus on pleasing Alan's cock, if only because they were in the middle of a short break anyway. She squatted next to his bed and touched her high heels. She made sure to do it far enough from the edge of the bed that he'd get a full view of her body. "What do you think, Suzanne? How do you like these? They're new."

Susan had gotten to be quite a high heel connoisseur lately, since she often wore little to nothing else. Just looking at any pair of high heels tended to get her aroused, since she'd come to associate them with sex with her son. She let out a sensuous "Mmmm" as she ran her hands over what little leather the heels had.

Even though it was supposed to be break time, Suzanne couldn't resist tempting and arousing Alan, and using the sight of Susan to do it. In no small part it was because she was so aroused and inspired by Susan's pose herself.

She purred as she began furtively jacking him off, "Look, Sweetie! Look at your mother! Are you a lucky son of a gun or what? What a waste it was, when Susan was just a suburban housewife, and a severely underfucked one at that. But all's well that ends well, because she's discovered her true calling: serving your cock!"

Susan remained squatting, but she spread her knees wide, proudly showing off her wet pussy. She said, "It's true, Son, it's so true! Tiger, I love you so much! Every day, I thank the Lord that he blessed me with this body, because now I can express my love for you physically. Suzanne, I remember way back when, shortly after Tiger's diagnosis, you told me cum is like liquid love. Truer words were never spoken. A blowjob is so much more to me than merely a mutually pleasurable physical act - it's an expression of love! And soon I'll be able to show my love with my pussy too. My mommy pussy! You're going to be a true motherfucker!"

Suzanne had started furtively jacking Alan off, because this was still break time and she knew that she wasn't supposed to be doing that yet. But she was so inspired by Susan's words, not to mention her own, that she wantonly slid her fingers from the base of his shaft to the top of his cockhead and back down again, slowly, rhythmically, and over and over again, making a good show of it for Susan's point of view.

At the same time, she said, "Did you hear that, Sweetie? You, a true motherfucker! And an auntie fucker. And sister fucker. And cousin fucker. We love you! And we love you when you fuck us. You make us feel so extremely good that we go to great lengths to make your great length feel extremely good."

Suzanne took advantage of the fact that Susan was still squatting next to the bed to take undisputed control over all of Alan's cock. Suzanne immediately resumed her titfuck while she also breathed and licked on the tip with her extraordinarily long tongue.

Alan thought, SHIT! Anaconda tongue attack! Again! Damn! So fuckin' INTENSE! And the titfucking too! And Mom looking hot! I can't take any more. I'm gonna blow! Man, have they taken my thoughts off Glory, and how!

He would have blown his load right then too, except that his incidental mention of Glory's name brought her back into his thoughts and cooled his ardor just enough to stave off a cum explosion.

Susan was still squatting, lightly bouncing her whole body up and down as she caressed her heels. "How do you like 'em, Tiger?" She was supposedly talking about the heels, but she spread her legs even wider, displayed her pussy ever more blatantly. She was dying to get fucked by her son, NOW!

Alan answered in an increasingly ragged voice, "Mom, I don't know much about shoes; I just know you look super hot right now! God, you're so fuckin' HOT!" He was so far gone that it was an accomplishment to say anything at all. Even though Susan wasn't touching him in any way, Suzanne was making up for it with her dual titfuck/blowjob attack.

But even in mind-blowingly distracting times such as this, Alan remained a suave diplomat. He looked at his shaft sliding through Suzanne's rack and said, "And you too, Aunt Suzy! Jesus!" With her neck extended all the way down, she was able to reach his sweet spot with the tip of her tongue, and she was taking full advantage of that fact. He simply couldn't believe how good everything felt. The sweat was dripping down his forehead and his heart was racing.

Susan stood up and started walking away.

He was a bit puzzled, not to mention hurt, that Susan would leave at a time like this, but the mystery was solved when she headed to the bathroom. However, he appreciated the fact that even in going to the bathroom she sashayed away in an extremely arousing fashion, and then paused at the door and gave him a friendly wave. She told Suzanne, "Keep him stiff and throbbing with pleasure until I get back. I have big slurpy plans for that thing!"

Suzanne chuckled. "That goes without saying!"

She took advantage of the fact that she truly had his full attention, at least for a minute or two. She resumed her Southern drawl, and said to Alan while working the titfuck, "Hey there, partner, as far as outfits go, you just gotta use that imaginary-ation-omy, or whatever them city slickers call it. I ain't too good with them big words, seein's how it was hard to hear the teacher when there was always a cock in my mouth and them balls a-slappin' on my chin. They put me in the gifted class, which was for all the best cocksuckers."

As if to prove she was the best cocksucker around, she licked down to his sweet spot again, and also poked a fingertip into his anus, even while she somehow kept a tight titfuck going (she used her upper arms to keep her hefty melons pressed together).

It felt so good that he nearly screamed. His heart was racing fast and sweat poured down his face, even though he was hardly moving.

Suzanne just smiled, seeing the sweaty, desperate look on his face. She kept on talking and licking at the same time. "They gave us 'specially comfy fuckin' beds instead-a them normal chair thingies! But y'all gotta reckon that if I'd been wearin' a stitch of clothing, not that I really know what that's like, but supposin' that I was... Well, they did make me wear them handcuffs and ankle cuffs all the time, seein's how I's always thrashin' about from a good dickin' in the front of class..."

He moaned with desperate need.

She pretended to be confused by his erotic noises. "What is it, Sweetie? Is it that you want to rape your Aunt Suzy? I reckon she could use a good rapin'." She slid her tits up and down on either side of his dick just some more while she lashed the top of his cockhead with her freakishly long tongue.

However, even that wasn't enough. Suzanne knew he was perilously close to cumming, but she couldn't help herself: she engulfed his cockhead and started bobbing on it. She couldn't keep up the titfuck like before, but she somehow managed to keep a good portion of his shaft encased in her soft tit-pillows.

He screamed to himself, Oh man! Too much! Too fucking great! The strain of trying to hold back his orgasm was taking a toll on him, and he felt like his heart was going to give out from all the strain. But in the process, he'd completely forgotten about his problems with Glory. He'd even forgotten the latest news about Ron. And that had been the goal, to help him forget his worries. (Not to mention that it was great fun for everyone involved!)

Susan came back in the room and quickly realized that her son would be cumming soon.

Suzanne apologetically told her, "Sorry! Things somehow got out of hand. He's almost there!"

Susan hastily crawled up on the bed so she could help out in the end. While she was in the bathroom, she'd taken the time to lube up her finger. She said, "Quick, Tiger, stand up so I can get at your anus!"

Luckily, he was near the edge of the bed. He stood up, while Suzanne also repositioned.

Susan knelt behind him. She immediately plunged a finger up Alan's anus. She didn't just probe a little bit like Suzanne had just done; instead she pushed her finger in deep so she could massage his prostate.

That was the final straw for Alan. He suddenly cried out. "Aaaaah! JAAAIIIRRRR! YAAAAAIIIII!" He didn't even know what he was trying to say, if anything, but that's what came out.

Susan and Suzanne both knew that he'd passed the point of no return, so there was no use in trying to hold back. Instead, they went all out, striving to make his orgasm as pleasurable as possible.

Suzanne had been sucking on the top inch or so of his cockhead, so when his cum started to fire, it blasted to the back of her throat like a supersonic rocket ship. And the blasts kept on coming and coming. She had to swallow all she could as quickly as possible in a frantic effort to stop his precious seed from spilling out of her mouth. But she was only partially successful, and streams of cum dribbled down her chin while she tried to ride out the cum explosion.

Susan's finger was still impaled in his ass, as she kept on pumping it, knowing that would take his orgasm to another level. She thought, Cum, Son. Cum! Cum hard for your mommy! I love it so much when you shoot your spermy love!

If he'd never understood what people meant when they talked about seeing stars during an intense experience, he understood now. It was a near thing that he didn't pass out altogether.

He spasmodically jerked forward, because his body was no longer entirely under his control. But just as quickly, he fell backwards onto his bed.

Suzanne joked, "Sweetie, what the heck does 'jair yai' mean? Is that some kind of pirate thing?" She spoke in a mock pirate voice, "Yarrr! Shiver me timbers. Jair yai!" She laughed at her own comments.

Susan didn't laugh though, because she only had eyes for the cum dripping down Suzanne's chin. She asked Suzanne shyly, "Could I help you clean up... with my tongue?"

Suzanne was flying high, so she gaily laughed at that too. "Sure thing. It's the least I can do, since I was being a bit of a cock hog. I shouldn't have made him cum while you were out of the room."

Susan didn't have anything to say to that though, because she was in her own erotic nirvana, licking Suzanne's skin.

He kept his eyes shut tight because he couldn't take any more visual stimulation. Oh man! I can't look; I know what I'll see. Even so, I can hear the lapping sound, like a cat at a milk bowl. Mom is consuming my cum, straight off Aunt Suzy's face! It's too much!

He needed to shut down for a while.