Alan knocked on the bathroom door before he could think of any excuse not to act. "Hey Mom, are you in there?"
"Tiger? Is that you? Yes, I just finished showering."
He opened the door, rushed in and hugged her before she had much chance to react.
"Son?! What are you doing? I'm naked!" He was in luck. Her hair was mostly still wet, even though her body had been dried off. She wore nothing except the towel that was wrapped around her long dark-brown hair that was bunched on top of her head.
"Sorry, Mom, I thought you said you were done showering."
"Yeah, but I'm still drying off! You have to leave this instant!"
"But Mom. You said I should tell you when it gets unbearable, and... it, um... got unbearable." He slid his body down until he knelt with one leg so his head rested between her boobs. He regretted the fact that he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but there were limits to his daring. Even freshly showered, her scent was intoxicating to him.
"Already? But Tiger! I just helped you out a few hours ago. You said that would last you a while!"
He was delighted. He was having a conversation while literally talking into his mother's ample cleavage, and although she wasn't happy, she wasn't pushing him away. He wrapped his arms around her and held her by her lower back.
By contrast, her arms fluttered in the air because she didn't know what to do or how to get him away.
"Sorry, Mom, I can't help it! These things can't be controlled. I have raging teenage hormones, and there's no telling when they'll strike. I'm really, really sorry!" His words were muffled because his nose was deep in her cleavage.
"Alan Evan Plummer! Listen to me this instant! I am NOT going to give you a blowjob. That is final. Do you understand? Not even a handjob. You'll just have to fend for yourself. Ron is downstairs! Downstairs, I said!" She shivered at that thought, and her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Do you realize what that means? What if he walked up here right now? It would be the end of our marriage! A total disaster! Please peel yourself off me already!"
He was happy to hear his mother talk, because the longer she talked, the longer he could hold on. And he was partly right about the raging hormones - he really was thinking with the wrong head at the moment. "But Mom! He left to go talk football with Brad a few minutes ago. He'll be gone for hours. And I can't help it. Please, Mom! I need some help. Some assistance! Maybe... Can I get your attention?"
His hands dropped to her ass and started sensually stroking her bare butt cheeks. Meanwhile he continued to nuzzle his face between her pillowy breasts.
Susan could already feel her arousal growing. Any contact with her breasts tended to make her weak in the knees, and that was happening now. Plus, the way his hands were vigorously exploring her ass cheeks was practically making her climax already.
Without thinking, she clutched at the outer sides of her breasts, helping to push them in towards his face. But she persisted, "Tiger! Please! Get off me. Don't do that! Particularly not in my ass crack. Now isn't the time. And next door is still too close! He could come back at any moment and I might not even hear it. What about Suzanne? Can't you get her help?"
"But she isn't here," he pointed out. "I have needs right now, big needs! My dick is so hard it hurts!" He licked some drops of water off her left boob. His tongue worked its way towards her nipple.
Susan freaked out; she worried that if his mouth made it to her nipple and he started suckling her there, she'd lose all control. She decided she had to disengage from his greedy grasp before that happened. She tried to wiggle away. "Okay. I'll give her a call, since it's such an emergency. Here. Let me go by."
He was about to let her go, but then a thought came to him. "Hey, wait! You can't go yet. You're all wet. Here, let me dry you off." He grabbed a nearby towel.
She said with uncharacteristic sarcasm, "Thanks." But she held her arms up and let him towel her off, even though she wasn't really wet anymore, except for the hair under her towel.
Not surprisingly, he used this as an opportunity to fondle and explore her entire naked body. It was frustrating that he had to use the towel, but he quickly developed a habit of "checking" her skin after he rubbed the towel against it to make sure it had gotten dry.
He also was frustrated because his erection was still trapped in his shorts. But he knew that she remained reluctant about "helping out," so his main goal was not getting off himself just yet, but lowering her resistance by increasing her arousal. And there was no doubt that his plan was working like a charm, because her lust and passion for him grew by leaps and bounds as he continued drying her off.
ραпdα Йᴏνê|(сòm) The only sign of resistance that she showed was that she kept a hand over her pussy most of the time.
She thought, Typical. Tiger may not realize it, but he's utterly humiliating me! I mean, I just stand here like some kind of sexy nude statue, and he's using this drying process as an excuse to explore every last inch of my body! But what's really shameful is that we both know that there's no good reason why I can't towel myself off, or why I even need to be "dried" in the first place. And yet I just keep standing here silent, letting him do it, I might as well say, "Tiger, play with your busty mommy as long as you like. Treat her as your sex toy, if that makes you happy."
Oh God! I can't think that! It's too hot! And as if that isn't bad enough, he's taking full advantage. My body was pretty much dry to begin with, and it's definitely completely dry now, but does he stop? No! And what is he getting driest of all? My big boobs, of course. Damn that rough towel. Doesn't he know how sensitive my breasts are? If he keeps doing that, he might even make me cum!
And just look at that big dick of his, cruelly trapped in his shorts like that. That's not right! He must be suffering. What kind of uncaring mother am I? Shouldn't I be helping him... with my mouth?!
Sensing that her resistance was in tatters, she abruptly said, "Okay, that's enough." She grabbed the towel from him and put it aside. (Interestingly enough, she could have wrapped it around her torso, especially since it wasn't really wet, but she didn't.) Then she pushed out of the bathroom like she desperately needed to get fresh air.
He reluctantly let go and watched her walk naked to the telephone that was beside her bed. Man! That's my friggin' mom! What an ASS!
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