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Susan gave him a devastating "come hither" gaze. "Son, come here and claim your reward."
Alan wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he stepped up to her until his crotch was practically in her face.
"You say I can still pull this out? I'll tell you what's going to get pulled out," she muttered passionately as she unzipped his fly.
Seconds later, she had his cockhead in her mouth and was happily bobbing on it. She was overjoyed beyond words. But more than that, she was content, as if all were right in the world again. Suckling her son's cock just felt so good and so right that she no longer cared where she was or who might see.
She thought, Dear Lord, I love this so much! Now that I'm getting over my foolish prudish resistance, I'm free to truly enjoy myself and revel in every little thing about it. I love that my tongue is giving him tremendous pleasure. Hearing his ecstatic moans is VERY sweet music to my ears, always. But it's so much more than that. I love the act itself, including how naughty it is! Mmmm! I love having to stretch my mouth open wide to engulf his thick cock. I love flitting this way and that with my tongue while my lips steadily slide back and forth. MMMM, yes! Just like what I'm doing now! I love his male smell, which makes my nostrils flare and sends chills down my spine. Oh, and I love the taste! And not just the unusually delicious taste of his cum, although that IS the best. I even love the taste of merely licking his shaft! And his pre-cum! Plus, I love the sheer heat of it!
She bobbed on him deeper and faster, inspired as she continued to ponder. Gosh, I love absolutely everything about sucking his great cock! But that's not all. I love what's happening outside of my mouth and hands too. I love kneeling submissively with my tall son towering over me. He makes me so proud, the way he's learning to dominate me! I love being completely naked for him, and feeling this outdoor breeze gives me goose bumps everywhere. BRRRR! I love how my big tits bounce freely, and especially how they do so in perfect time to my rhythmic sucking. Mmmm! I love the way he runs his hands through my hair or bends down and pinches my nipples. I love holding onto his ass for support, running my fingers up his ass crack, and toying with his anus. So naughty! Tee-hee!
pαпdα-ňᴏνê|·сóМ And that was just for starters. She truly loved everything about it. And she could have read off an even longer list about the joys of making him cum, feeling it happen, and then tasting and swallowing the results of all her hard work. Ever since Suzanne had told her that cocksucking was an art, she wanted to study and perfect her calling, to literally become the best cocksucker in the entire world.
So, needless to say, she gave great head. Her relative lack of experience didn't matter.
Alan had to struggle just to remain standing, because her passionate tongue-lashing turned his knees to jelly, so he had to grip her head with both hands just to stay upright.
But he worried even that might not be enough to remain standing. Realizing the net was a few feet behind him, he was about to tell her that he needed to take a couple of steps back to rest his ass on it. He hoped there wasn't much give and that would be enough to hold him up.
But then, thinking about the net, he had an even better idea. "Hey, Mom. I hate to make you stop, but please stop! Then, I want you to run around to the other side of the net and kneel down over there."
That request was so strange that she pulled his boner out of her mouth to ask, "Why?!"
"Because then I'm going to stick my dick through the net, and you can finish me off like that."
Her eyes twinkled with delight. "You naughty, naughty, VERY bad boy! I love it! Okay, just a second!" She got up and held her breasts and she ran around to the other side of the net and then knelt right in front of it.
He walked right up to the net and stuck his pole through one of the gaps in the netting.
She immediately engulfed his cockhead again and resumed where she'd left off.
In truth, there was hardly any difference from before. The netting didn't get in the way, so the main impact was psychological. But both of them got a big kick out of it. Plus, this new position allowed Alan to rest his hands on the top of the net and support his weight nearly as much as if he'd been sitting. He really needed that, because he felt his bones were turning into noodles.
Several more glorious minutes elapsed. She sucked and sucked until her cap fell off. A few tears even fell from her eyes. Finally, he felt his balls tighten up, and he knew his next spermy eruption was imminent.
Luckily, she sensed when he was approaching his climax, and dialed down her efforts accordingly. That enabled him to struggle on for a few more minutes, but she was so enthusiastic that soon he was right back to the very edge. She again tried to give him a break, and again that gave him new life for a little while.
This process repeated several times. Alan couldn't believe how long this endless onslaught of erotic euphoria lasted, especially since they were in the Pestridge backyard.
As her lips continued their seemingly endless tight sliding, she stared up to her son's face and thought, Look at me! Everybody, look at me! I'm totally naked, totally ashamed, totally horny, and totally loving it! Mmmm! I'm defiling this nice tennis court with my wanton, lewd, slurpy cocksucking noises, but I don't care! I wish Suzanne could see me! I wish Brad and Eric and Amy all would come home and see me too! I even want the neighbors to see me! Everyone! Mmmmmmm! I want the WHOLE WORLD to know that I'm my son's big-titted mommy slut and I serve his powerful, fat cock with PRIDE and JOY!
MMMM! Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm! I'm just gonna DIE of spermy cocksucking joy! Come on, Tiger! Give me your yummy load already! Give it to me!
What she didn't know was that, in fact, Suzanne had been sneaking around her backyard from time to time and checking up on how they were doing. When Suzanne saw that Alan was reaching the real intended end game, the one of arousing and sexually humiliating Susan, she stuck around. She watched all of their last two tennis games from behind some bushes, capturing it all on a video camera. She figured that someday, once Susan had completely converted to a sexually-free way of life, she could give her a nice surprise by showing her the rough video footage.
Suzanne made sure to record all of Susan's epic blowjob. She was tickled pink at what they were doing through the net, and she was very glad that would be recorded for posterity. Her only frustration was that she wasn't close enough to listen in and record the sound as well.
When Alan finally came, it wasn't a direct result of anything Susan had or hadn't done; it was because he simply lost the energy to keep going at such a dizzyingly high level of arousal, and with that lost the willpower to hold back the urge to cum.
Since his boner was deep in her mouth, his cum started to fire straight down her throat. He was on such a delirious plane of arousal that he forgot to warn her. He also completely forgot about the net his hard-on was poking through, although he was still gripping it.
She didn't like his cock being that far in her mouth, since it meant she missed out on tasting his cum. So she pulled back until just the very tip of his cockhead was against her lips, which allowed his cum to shoot this way and that in her mouth, seemingly filling it up with his sweet seed.
Once she felt his spurting weaken, she pulled back even more, allowing his last couple of ropes to splatter across her face. That wasn't much, compared to how much had gone into her mouth, but she liked it when at least some of his cum ended up visibly "marking" her skin.
When her blowjob ended, Alan crumbled to the ground like a dead man. He tried resting against the net, but it sagged because he was below the taut top edge. So he slipped the rest of the way to the ground. As he lay there, he panted with exhaustion, "Talk about being completely defeated! You slayed me!" After some more panting he added, "Right now a single limp noodle could beat me in tennis! Ugh! Man!"
Susan had similarly collapsed on the other side of the concrete tennis court. She didn't care how dirty her nude body got; she had no choice because she was too weak to do anything after her own powerful orgasmic rush.
She thought, He's lying! I didn't defeat him; he defeated me. And losing never tasted so good! In fact, it tastes exactly like his sperm!
They rested like that for a few minutes, too tired to say or do anything else. They were both utterly drenched in sweat, from the tennis match plus the sex afterwards, with their hair matted to their foreheads. Also, they stank. They could not have cared less.
Eventually, Susan managed to stand up, flop and fumble her way over the net, sit down next to Alan, and plop her face down in his crotch. She was much happier without the net separating them. Finally responding to his comment, she said, "Speaking about limp noodles, I see one that needs cleaning." Then she started licking his flaccid penis and balls.
Enough time had passed that his penis didn't feel so extremely sensitive anymore. Getting his dick licked didn't do a lot for him when he was flaccid, although he really appreciated the gesture. But it was different when she licked his balls and even took turns mouthing his testicles; that felt great. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in this pleasure bonus.
He thought, Good grief! After all that, you'd think she's done, but then she has to clean me too! She must be highly aware of where we are, but even that doesn't stop her. Incredible!
After she finished, he asked, "That was nice. Can I clean you too?"
She was shocked. "What?! Lick my pussy?"
He nodded.
"Tiger, you know you can't do that! That would be very improper. I'm sorry, but that entire area has to stay off limits!"
But after she said that, she decided his cock and balls could use another cleaning, from top to bottom. Although she wouldn't let him lick her, the fact that he wanted to do so inspired her, so she resumed her licking of him, purring contentedly as she did so. The thrill of her exposed location kept her arousal humming at a very high level.
He sighed inwardly at her continued adherence to the rule that kept her pussy off limits. Weird. I guess I've gotta bide my time on that one.
She'd been hoping that all of her cleaning would cause his penis to resurrect, but it became clear that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Eventually, they both revived enough to start to seriously consider where they were and how it would look if someone found them.
Susan sat up and began to fret about the possibility that Brad and Eric might return home. She also renewed her worries that some neighbor might see and recognize they were mother and son. She didn't know that Suzanne was also keeping an eye out so they wouldn't get caught.
Wearily, Susan and Alan dressed and tried to make themselves presentable. Susan went straight to her shower, while Alan went to the shower he and Katherine usually used, across the hall from his bedroom.
Even though Alan had already taken a nap earlier in the day (without meaning to), he was so drained in every way after that fantastic blowjob that he went straight to bed after his shower and fell into a deep sleep.
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