BXBX NOVEL Chapter 617 To Find A Balance!
Alan woke up a few minutes later.
When Susan saw that his eyes were open, she lowered her ample tits onto his face. She playfully and gently slapped him around in the face with them, but then pulled away. "I\'m sorry, Son. I\'m still randy. I could keep going for hours! But you must be dead tired. I\'ll leave you alone."
"Mom, you know I love it, but do you realize how exhausted I am? I mean, the whole Brenda thing, the assfuck with Aunt Suzy, then another great titfuck with my favorite sex cow - and that\'s just the last couple of hours! What a day. Phew!"
She lovingly swept his hair out of his face, then continued to gently stroke his hair. "I know. This is the problem. I could keep going and going. I swear, I could cum one hundred times a day, until my pussy was so sore that I couldn\'t move. But I know the male has certain natural limits, and even you can\'t completely escape them. That\'s one reason I have to see the doctor, because I\'m turning into a nymphomaniac! I have to at least tone my sex drive down to a level you can handle. It\'s just too much fun! It\'s all so arousing and exciting! For instance, I\'ll never forget this night, the night you first properly dominated Mommy\'s tits in front of everyone."
He thought, Jesus! She has to shut up soon or I\'m gonna get horny all over again!
She continued reassuringly, "Don\'t worry. This kind of fun won\'t end with the psychologist visit. Suzanne has assured me that this Xania woman is understanding about our kind of arrangement. But I have to calm down, and resolve some other issues. And not just with you." Her eyes unfocused and she gazed off, as she momentarily thought of her recent lesbian urges.
Then she snapped to, and smiled lovingly at him. "Son, you\'re the best, most loving son any mother ever had. Thanks for putting up with my sex cow fantasy. I know it\'s strange, but I just love it." She bent over and kissed him on the forehead, then the nose, and then a prolonged kiss on the mouth.
As she pulled away, she giggled and said, "Oh yeah. That\'s the kiss part of our goodnight kiss."
He grinned at that. "Mom, you\'re the one who\'s the best. I don\'t deserve you. There\'s no way I deserve any of this attention."
"Now, Tiger, let\'s not get all modest and shy again. I want the aggressive Alan who threw me to the bed and fucked my tits like the lord of this house that you naturally are. Don\'t say that respectful stuff. Don\'t even think it. My son deserves nothing less than the finest harem of big-titted nymphos Southern California can offer. I only hope that, as your mother, I\'ll always remain number one in your heart, and that you\'ll give me at least one filling of tasty sperm every day."
He wasn\'t happy about her using extreme language like talking about a harem, but he decided he could use it to his advantage. "Mom, you know I can\'t love you any more than I already do. But remember what you promised about Brenda just now. No more jealousy with her. You promised to do your best to help her find a place servicing my dick. You just said, \'My son deserves nothing less than the finest harem of big-titted nymphos Southern California can offer.\' Shouldn\'t that include her?"
"I suppose so." Then she added more confidently, "Yes, yes it does."
"I see this as a test of just how good a sex cow mommy you can be. And who knows, maybe she\'ll want to be a sex cow, too. Before long I might even have a whole herd of sex cows. Then I\'ll have to get a stable."
"Good God! Don\'t say that! So hot!" Susan had a flash vision of herself inside a horse stall in a stable, on all fours. Brenda was in the adjacent stall on one side while Suzanne was in the stall on the other. All three of them had milking machines attached to their nipples, constantly sucking up milk as fast as they could lactate it.
She had to take some deep breaths to steady herself and calm down from that disturbing yet exciting daydream.
She was still bent over him like the prototypical mother tucking in a child, except for the fact that she remained naked and had his cum caked all over her face. Her hefty tits scraped against his chest as she hovered over him, so she momentarily shook them and moaned with delight. "Son, you\'re so creatively naughty. You make me so happy. Not to mention juicy!" She rubbed her wet thighs together.
He said, contemplatively, "We\'ve sure come a long way since August, haven\'t we?"
She was silent, also contemplating, and finally answered, "We sure have." She slowly rocked his face with her chest for a while, thinking about the prudish woman she used to be. She thought about it like remembering a movie she once saw, and an old black and white movie at that. It was like that life had happened to someone else.
Then he asked, "Mom, if you like drinking my cum so much, why did you pull it from your mouth and aim a bunch of it at your face instead?"
The contemplation didn\'t slow her down one iota. She eagerly answered, "Because you have to brand me, Son. If you won\'t let me have a tattoo, you have to repeatedly brand me with your sperm. Plus, I can savor it better that way. I get to drink some now and then gobble up a little more later. My late night snack is already waiting on my face."
He thought, Dang! How is it possible for any male to have a flaccid dick around her for any period of time, thanks to comments like that? Her tone of voice makes her words that much more arousing because she\'s so clearly honest and heartfelt. She\'s not just saying something to be sexy; she really is counting on eating a late night cum snack right off of her face. MY cum! He actually had to double-check to make sure his penis was still flaccid.
She paused, and then like a little child impulsively asking a parent for a present, she nearly begged, "Can I at least have a temporary tattoo?"
"Mom, I said before, I don\'t want you to disfigure your perfect skin in any way, so that would certainly include tattoos. But if you did, what would it be?"
She heaved a fond sigh as she closed her eyes and fantasized. "I\'m thinking a big \'A\' right on my ass cheek. Just like a cow. \'A\' for Alan, of course. I think I\'ve told you that before, but that\'s not all. All the females in your herd would have big A\'s on their butts, showing everyone that they\'re your exclusive property."
He was disturbed by that, yet aroused. He knew there was no way in hell he could possibly grow erect again any time soon, though, because his penis wasn\'t showing any life in the face of such great temptations.
She went on, "I have this vision of all your classmates hanging out at the local beach. The girls would all be wearing the skimpiest bikinis, showing off the fullness of their lovely asses. So the boys checking out the girls would see an \'A\' on the butt cheeks of the dozen or two most gorgeous girls out of the thousands on the busy beach. \'Oh look,\' the boys would say to each other. \'That one is an \'Alan girl\' as well. Damn. That Plummer kid took all the best ones and didn\'t leave any for us.\'"
She continued breathlessly, "Then Suzanne, Amy, Angel, and I would go to the beach too, with you arm in arm between all of us. Everyone would gasp. The guys would all say, \'Look! He\'s even trained his mother and sister to be his sex pets.\' But they\'d accept that as the natural thing, since it\'s so obvious you\'re such a good and loving son, and you richly deserve such love and pleasure. Plus, you just naturally give off the aura of an alpha male. When you steal their best women away from them, they have to accept that as just and right."
"Wait a minute," he protested. "I do not. I\'m no alpha male."
"Tiger, is this my fantasy or not? As I was saying, then we\'d sit down on the sand and everyone would stop and admire the beauty of your closest, most favorite family cocksuckers. But no one would bother us, because they\'d know from our brands that we belong to you. Some of your other \'Alan girls\' would come up though, and beg to suck your cock, or even beg to be fucked. Like that bitchy but quite stunning Heather girl. She\'d want it real bad and throw her microscopic bikini off to tempt you. She\'d assume the position: naked, on her heels, arms behind her back, chest thrust out. Everyone on the beach would stare in disbelief. But you\'d say, \'Thanks, but no thanks. I have my mommy here with me today. There\'s nothing I\'d rather do than have Mommy suck me off. She\'s the best cocksucker in town, and in fact she\'s going to suck it right now! Heather, if you want some of this at school, watch and learn how it\'s done.\'"
He found his flaccid penis was already twitching with signs of life. He made a mental note never to ask Susan about her fantasies right after a powerful climax. He actually hoped his penis could stay down, since the rest of his body was completely wiped out.
She continued, "Suzanne and the others would gasp with amazement at how many hours I could suck and titfuck your cock right there on the beach. The others, including the dozen or two \'Alan girls\' from your school with big \'A\' brands on them, would gather all around and stare excitedly. A hot Asian reporter from the local TV news would be there to film this spectacle, but she too would be unable to resist. With the camera rolling, she\'d shuck off her clothes and crawl across the sand, begging to honor with a few licks the most perfect cock she\'d ever seen!"
"Mom, you\'re getting carried away."
"Hush! I\'m having fun with this. I\'d let her suck and lick you a little, but just a little! Just enough to let her know what she\'s missing! Hee-hee!"
"Mom, that\'s mean."
"Sorry. Okay, I\'d let her take the balls and lick them, but only if her crew films the whole thing. Hands would fly into tiny bikinis, and each girl would cream her juices all over the place, but that\'s all they\'d be able to do. They would look on in jealousy, because you would only want to be with me. Even Suzanne could only bite her lip in frustration while you fuck my lactating tits, oozing with the fresh milk you\'d lick straight off of my swollen nipples..."
Susan suddenly found herself so lost in her fantasy that she nearly forgot Alan was right there with her. While she gazed off into space, she had an arm under her boobs to clutch them together, and her other hand simulated his boner as it slid in and out of her cleavage and she reveled in the new feeling of her son titfucking her.
She returned to reality as she realized her fantasy was beginning to sound too possessive, and turned to Alan to check his reaction to that. She was surprised to see him laughing quietly.
Blushing now, she asked defensively, "What\'s so funny?"
"Oh nothing. I just find it amusing that that\'s YOUR fantasy and not mine. I could hardly come up with a better one for myself. Except all these dozens of women in the \'herd\' is too much. I have no need for anyone new now. I keep turning down girls asking me out on dates. Another one just asked me yesterday, but I don\'t give that kind of thing any serious thought. I can\'t handle all the women I\'m with as it is. Brenda has to be the last new one. I just can\'t take any more."
He mused with amazement that just weeks ago he\'d never kissed a girl and couldn\'t even get up the courage to ask a girl out.
Susan replied, "Okay, Tiger. That\'s fine for now, even though you deserve more. But can you see why I need help? My mind is so messed up! I mean, I know getting a tattoo is wrong, because it clearly states in the Bible, in Leviticus: \'Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you.\' Yet I allow myself to have this kind of fantasy!"
He said, "Mom, relax. It\'s just a fantasy."
"I know, but still. All I can think about is sucking your cock!" Then she added with a more somber voice, "For starters."
He leaned up and kissed her on the cheek. He pondered how her fantasy paradoxically involved both sharing him with dozens of others and also possessively keeping him all for her own. But he decided to think about that later. "Let\'s hope you\'re never totally cured of that cocksucking urge. Now, I really need to get some sleep."
She cooed, "You know I\'ll never be \'cured.\' I\'m not going to the psychologist to be cured, I\'m going to find balance."