Alan and Amy took a shower together. It was friendly and touchy-feely, but not particularly sexual because they were both completely sated. Then they realized they still had nearly an hour to kill before the others were expected to come home.
There was a pleasant public park just a couple of blocks from their street, so Alan suggested that the two of them go for a walk there.
Amy absolutely loved that idea, because she'd had precious little one-on-one time in a non-sexual setting with Alan since becoming his official girlfriend. They walked across grassy lawns, sports fields, and through a few copses of trees while happily chatting away.
She held onto Alan's hand like it was a life preserver, but there was no hanky-panky at all. They were still basking in the glow of what they had done earlier. They deliberately wore conservative clothes, just to make sure they wouldn't get tempted. At first, Alan was the one who led them along, since Amy was still completely wiped out from the whole-body orgasm, both mentally and physically. But by and by
she revived, and eventually she was the one bubbling with energy and life, excitedly pulling him this way and that.
He kept bringing the conversation around to art, and was able to draw out her feelings on the subject in ways that she had never articulated to anyone else before. He was impressed, and more than a little bit envious, at how much she loved art of all kinds and how dead set she was on becoming an artist.
He thought as they walked, I wish I had a passion like that. Well, I do, but somehow I doubt I can get a paying job fucking busty beautiful vixens all day long. I mean sure, some fun fantasies about doing that in an office building nine to five are forming in my head already, but let's get real. I'm gonna need to pick a major in a year or two. What am I gonna do?
I keep thinking about archeology. That would be kinda cool. I could be like Indiana Jones, hacking my way through the jungle with a machete, looking for a lost Mayan temple... But I'm sure the reality is nothing like that. I'd probably be stuck doing paperwork in a college office 99% of the time. And the pay sucks. Nobody gets to be a millionaire archeologist. Am I going to have to earn enough for the whole harem? I don't wanna be a moocher, but it's unfair to expect that I-
"What are you thinking about?" Amy asked, interrupting his thoughts. "You're all frowny."
"Oh, I'm just thinking about how lucky you are that you've found your passion. I'm kind of envious."
She grinned from ear to ear. "I have! And I'm holding his hand right now."
He wanted to make this a PDA (public display of affection) free walk, but at that he couldn't help himself. He bent down a little and kissed her on the lips. Still thinking about becoming an archeologist, he realized, How could I go on a dig to some exotic foreign land? I couldn't leave my girls behind. And if they came along, that would open a whole can of worms. How could I protect them, for starters? Am I doomed to never travel?! ... Man, so many complications to this whole harem thing.
The two of them made it back home just a couple of minutes before ten o'clock.
As they lay on Alan's bed just cuddling, he pointed out, "That was a nice walk. It's kind of silly that we had to rush back here, but you know how Mom is."
"Yeah," Amy agreed, "I don't want her knowing that you were flaccid for a full hour or she's gonna give me a big lecture about the danger of blue balls. What is this blue balls thing, anyways? Are they really that bad?"
"Are you kidding? Just between you and me, not even. Mom's just a little mental about that right now. I'm sure she believes it, but she hypes herself up and gets carried away. Mother tells me that it's just a phase and that Mom is going through a puppy love kind of period of really intense emotion. She's already working on reintroducing Mom to the real world."
"Cool. My mother, our mother, is good at that." They were still getting used to having both a "Mom" (Susan) and a "Mother" (Suzanne) and not getting them confused with each other.
She added with an anxious smile, "But in the meantime, you should probably take off your clothes." She was already nude, naturally, but he was still in his T-shirt and shorts. "You don't want her catching us not having sex."
Both of them burst into laughter as they realized how ridiculous that situation was. They got on his bed naked, but were content just to cuddle for a while.
But just the same, when Amy heard the sound of a door opening downstairs about five minutes later, she said, "Uh-oh."
"What-oh?"
"That has to be Aunt Susan. Let's not let her think I'm a bad penis tender. Oh no, I hear steps. Someone's coming up the stairs. I'm sure that's her! Quick! Let's sixty-nine!"
As Amy settled her pussy on his face, Alan thought, This is a bit silly, but hey, I'm still loving it. There have been times where I've been too weary from sex to remember my own name, but I've still loved every second of it. There's no sign yet of sex feeling like a chore, not with all this amazing variety, and as long as that's the case I'm actually psyched about how over the top Mom is. Hell, somehow, just imagining Mom fretting that my cock isn't getting sucked enough while she's walking around shopping somehow gets me going.
There was a knock on the door a few seconds later.
"Come in," Alan yelled, although his voice was muffled by the pussy lips resting on his mouth.
Sure enough, it was Susan. She walked in the room and saw Amy lying on top of Alan with his stiff dick in her mouth. She smiled benevolently on the scene. "Good morning, you two. How have you been?"
"Good, Mom," Alan replied. He could talk easily since he was only lapping lightly on Amy's labia, whereas Amy had her mouth completely stuffed with his rapidly growing boner.
Susan was still wearing her "outside" clothes, since she hadn't stopped at the underwear cabinet to take off her underwear, but instead had rushed straight upstairs to see how her children were doing. She started to strip, freeing her breasts right away. "Has Amy been taking good care of you?"
"The best, Mom, as you can see." Alan could hear the sound of clothes rustling and lifted Amy's ass up some so he could watch what he knew would be a good strip show.
Amy finally pulled her mouth off his prick long enough to say, "Yep! Hi, Mom!"
Susan licked her lips. Her eyes lit up as she saw that Alan was watching her while Amy was still sucking his cock.
Susan started wiggling and writhing as she made a striptease out of taking the rest of her clothes off. "Mmmm. Amy, how does it taste?"
"Mmmm! Mmmm mmmm mmmm!"
Amy wasn't just pretending to blow Alan for Susan's sake; she really was giving the blowjob all she had. Her tongue was darting everywhere at once inside her mouth, and her lips had formed a tight seal as they were sliding up and down the middle of his shaft. So her attempt to speak was completely ineffectual.
At least it was to Alan.
Susan smiled knowingly as she said, "I know exactly what you mean. So big and tasty." "Mmmm!" Amy replied. "Mm mmmm mm mmmm!"
"Really? Good." Susan was topless now and was making an effort to lick one of her nipples. "I was so concerned. We were gone for two hours. Two long and lonely hours."
Alan laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Is there some kind of secret cocksucking language I'm not privy to? Like you try to say "good" when your face is stuffed to the brim with cock and it comes out "mmmm" so when you hear someone else say "mmmm" you know what it means... Actually, that might even be possible. Hmmm.
He asked, "So Mom. How was it out in the real world?"
"Hard. So hard. Just like my son's great big cock. You're all I can think about! Good thing Suzanne was there to keep me in line. But you keep me in line even better! For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about titfucks. But now I'd love to get spanked so hard! And cock whipped! Oh! Yes! Slap your big dick across my face, Tiger!"
Susan stepped forward, but then suddenly realized this was Amy's time and she hadn't been asked to join in. She tried to focus her mental energies on her striptease instead. As she slowly wiggled her hips out of her dress, she asked excitedly, "Amy, how have you been taking care of him?"
But Amy was sliding her lips up and down over Alan's shaft. She looked at Susan and tried to give an encouraging reply by wiggling her eyebrows and moaning, but her meaning was unclear, even to Susan this time.
So Alan replied, "Let me answer that, please. I fucked her pussy for like half the morning and ended up giving her a whole body orgasm. Then we pretty much sucked and fondled away the rest of the time."
"Oh my GOD! That's sounds fantastic!" Susan had dropped her dress already and was just dancing naked despite the lack of music, because she was having too much fun to stop. "Good Lord! Not a whole body orgasm?! Don't even make me think about that - I'm burning up! The one you gave me was so great! Just thinking about it makes me hot and wanna SUCK and FUCK your great big COCK all day long!"
She was less dancing and more wiggling and writhing about in total erotic abandon, not hiding the fact that she was on the brink of orgasm. But she asked in a more timid voice, "Amy, is there room for another tongue there? ... No. I shouldn't. I don't wanna be a cock hog."
She was panting as she continued, "Things have to get done. Kat is unpacking our stuff... The stuff we... we bought... I'm gonna go help her and then whip up... Whip up some food. Whip up... Whip! ... Amy, please! Please keep up the good work."
Despite the meaning of her words, Susan was slowly getting closer. There was a lusty fire in her eyes. She was thinking, Mommy needs to serve! Mommy needs to submit! Amy, you had all morning. Can't Mommy just have a little cock time?
Alan had no doubt Susan's lips would be sliding up and down his pole already if it weren't for the fact that Amy's naked body - and mouth - was right where Susan wanted hers to be.
Susan's writhing slowly subsided as she stood behind Amy, stymied. She was thinking about getting a good cock whipping back and forth across her face as a warm-up to much more sexy fun. Her big breasts were heaving and crashing about so wildly from her panting and dancing that she was forced to hold them, but that seemed to turn into a self fondling that was just getting her even more excited.
However, she closed her eyes and seemed to discover new resolve. She started to turn to walk away and leave the room. But then her resolve crumbled. She turned back and looked at her son and daughter beseechingly as a hand slid down her stomach to her pussy. "Aw hell, that other stuff can wait. Amy, please, there's so much cock to share! Two mouths at the very least-"
Alan interrupted firmly, "No, Mom. You've gotta be strong. You've gotta have a normal, 'real world' side too. Things need to be done. I'll be down to help in a little bit."
"Oh, poo!" She looked very pouty and petulant. My God! What willpower! Look at him, calmly talking to me and telling me 'no' while Amy's head is bobbing wildly over his crotch, slathering his dick with her talented tongue. How does he do it? How does he expect me to even hope to resist such a strong-willed, powerful son?! Why can't I just drop to my knees and suck?!
But then she took a deep breath and calmed herself. She closed her eyes and said in a defeated tone, "You're right. Some girls get all the cock, I mean, all the luck. AND the cock. Oh, poo!"
She waited a minute or so with her eyes closed and her body still, trying to get her pounding heart under control. It was difficult, especially with the sounds of Amy's moans and slurps, but eventually she felt strong enough to open her eyes again.
As she picked up her clothes, making a deliberately sexy spectacle of her bare ass bending over in the process, she said with some resignation, "Well, I just wanted to check on you and see that you two were doing okay. Amy, thanks for taking special care of my baby. I'm so proud and happy to have you as my new daughter."
Amy made some appreciative and happy moans.
That put a smile back on Susan's face and she left the room in a relatively good mood. As she closed the door behind her, she was already contemplating what she might do once she had some free time. Going to the basement and watching Amy's whole body
orgasm on video sounded very appealing, but calling Brenda and talking about titfucks and spankings sounded pretty good, too. She also could look forward to naked exercising and storytelling with Suzanne.
Alan waited a few moments until he was sure she was gone, and then said, "Jesus! She's such an insatiable mommy slut. And that hot hourglass body. And those high, firm, huge tits. Damn! ... Um, Aims, you can stop now. She's gone."
But Amy was having too much fun sucking him off. She made a little "Mmmm hmmm" sound and then went right back to sucking.
Alan looked at the dripping pussy just two inches from the tip of his nose and thought,
Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to wait another minute or two. Or five... Besides, Amy is really hitting a new level of cocksucking prowess today. I don't want to discourage that.
He decided, "Okay then, but you've gotta take a break or I'm gonna blow. Meanwhile, let me do you.
-------------------
My P@treon has Free Sample Images for those who want to check out. If you like those, then subscribe and check out the in chapter images.
Please Support me @ p@treon.com/SnakeEmpress
buymeacoffee.com/snakeempress
paypal.me/SnakeEmpress
You can now check out 150+ chapters in P@treon.