There really was no painting to speak of that day.
Katherine and Kim were wearing normal skirts since it wasn't a game day. But underneath they both wore real black panties, just to be on the safe side.
Alan removed their skirts, and then actually had to perform the relatively unfamiliar act of taking off panties to thoroughly check their paint jobs. He found that the paint was so durable from the day before that he didn't need to repaint them, so he had more of a social visit with Kim and Katherine in the supply closet.
They only stayed a few minutes, and their talk was entirely nonsexual. Mostly it was a chance for Alan and Kim to learn more about each other. Katherine was definitely on her best non-teasing behavior because of her promise to cool it until Thursday.
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And so things went relatively normally until Alan got home. Then, once again, his charmed and strange life seemed to get particularly surreal.
He walked inside to find Susan seemingly waiting for him in the kitchen. Just seeing his mother these days, no matter her attitude or what she wore, usually got him hard. At the very least, all he would have to do is see her hands or lips and remember what she had done to him with them, and he'd have an instant boner.
But being alone with her in the kitchen today got him especially hard and horny. He recalled their one wild day together when he came upon her washing the dishes at the kitchen sink and extensively fondled her ass. It was all he could do not to whip his shorts off and climax all over her backside.
Susan was dressed in her usual conservative, around-the-house clothing. But no matter how she dressed, there was no way for her to completely hide her fantastic tits and the rest of her shapely body. In fact, drab clothes had a way of drawing attention to her assets even more, as if those assets rose to the challenge of proving their ability to attract one's eyes no matter what she wore.
Jesus Christ, he thought, Mom's tits look like they're ready to burst through even that heavy fabric! I can totally see how erect her nipples are. And it pains me to think about the rest of her fuckable body, 'cos it's all too huggable and touchable. What an ass! Certainly she must also remember vividly what happened last Tuesday. Is that why she's meeting me in the kitchen? Sis said something about having somewhere to go with Aims after school. Has Mom manipulated things to make sure we could be alone? She's going to be touching my cock soon, I just know it!
Susan appeared to be very nervous. She said without looking at him, "Tiger, there have been some changes around here lately, changes for the good. We've been able to make this a respectable, Christian household again. I wanted to talk to you about this last night, but, uh..." She paused and struggled over what to say.
Then she continued, "Since your father has returned home, things are more the way they should be. I'm sure you'll agree. But we still have your medical problem, and since today is a Tuesday, I think it's still important that you have your check for abnormalities on your... member. You told me last night how it's getting more difficult for you to achieve satisfaction, and Suzanne warned me that you're suffering soreness and chafing down there. I'm concerned. Do you think that we can forget what happened last week, and do such a check in a much more clinical and dignified manner?"
Alan nodded his head in agreement, even as he gulped in frightened and excited anticipation.
"Good. I'm glad you agree. Why don't we go to your room?"
They began to head in that direction.
Susan really was determined to perform the abnormality check in the most non-sexual manner possible. She told herself repeatedly that she was only doing it because Suzanne had talked her into it and really left her no alternative. She cradled a cup in her hands, and spoke as they walked, "I think it was a mistake to take our clothes off last time. This time, just unzip your fly, move your underwear to the side and let it poke out. Then you can shoot into this cup." She held the cup up for him to see.
Back in his room, she was the epitome of professionalism. She waited for him to sit down and take out his hard-on, which he did. True, she knelt in front of him, which was exciting in and of itself, but then when she began to rub his erection, she did it clinically and dispassionately. She didn't say a word and remained poker-faced, even grim.
This is no fun, thought Alan. I almost have more fun with my own hands.
He was determined that things wouldn't continue like this. He willed his dick to get flaccid, although normally the mere idea of his mother doing an abnormality check would have made it as hard as it could get. He thought of two extremely fat, ugly, pockmarked, and pimply men having sex with each other, and that worked wonders to get and keep his penis down.
Susan tried to stroke his deflated dick, but it continued to soften.
In desperation, he lied to her. "I'm sorry, Mom, but with you all bundled up in your conservative clothes, I just can't get it up. It reminds me of the old, unsexy days. And you're not being very passionate. I need some visual stimulation at the very least. I'm having such trouble sometimes, lately, getting a reaction down there."
"You're really a handful, Alan Plummer!" she said in exasperation. "What am I going to do with you?" She thought, This is not good! I can't allow things to get out of hand. I have to think of my husband! I don't know if he's cheating on me or not, but I am still married. It's not the act of helping with Tiger's medical treatment that bothers me; it's all these depraved, sinful, and decidedly un-wifely thoughts that go through my head when I do it! I'm so weak!
After no response, and a long pause, she said, "Okay, just a little visual stimulation. But none of my clothes are coming off, you understand?"
He asked with deliberate cluelessness, "How can I get visual stimulation if your clothes won't come off? ... Hey, I know! I've got an idea. Stand up and raise your skirt. That might do something."
"Very well," she said, sighing. "At least you didn't focus on my boobs for once, and I don't have to take anything off." She stood and raised her dress, fully exposing her hairy snatch.
Even now, after supposedly "reforming," she still wasn't wearing any underwear, a fact that Alan was quite pleased to discover. To divert her attention away from his delight at this turn of events, he feigned confusion. "I'm a bit surprised, Mom. Didn't you take to wearing a bra and undies again?"
She sighed again, and looked away. "Yes, I did," she answered reluctantly, "but I'm experimenting. Is there anything wrong with that? You heard in the car the other day that Ron and I are having some marital difficulties. Perhaps if I dress a little sexier, maybe that'll help."
In actual fact, though, she was only going without underwear in the mornings and afternoons, when Ron wasn't around but Alan was. She didn't even know why she was doing that, except that it made her feel good somehow. She snapped defensively, "Are you happy now? Does that make me a bad person or something?"
"No. Geez. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm just curious, that's all."
"Anyway, Son, are you ready yet?" she asked impatiently. "I can't just stand here like this!" She was worried, because his eyes were focused on her labia like a laser, from only a few feet away, and that was getting her extremely hot and bothered. She had to fight the temptation to spread her legs wider and expose more pink to her son's lustful gaze.
Speaking more to herself than to him, she said, "I shouldn't call you 'Son' at a time like this. It's so embarrassing! It's not right for a son to look at his mother's most intimate places. It's... so very improper!"
Her impatience continued to grow because she was feeling more aroused with each passing second. She was starting to feel tingly all over, especially between her legs, and she worried that he would soon start to see moisture down there.
Then there was Alan's extremely distracting dick, which wasn't helping her effort to keep breathing evenly. She nodded towards where it was hanging out of his shorts, and noted, "I see you're almost there."
In fact, his dick had already gotten rock hard as soon as he took one look at her fully exposed slit. But he still didn't want her to touch him in only a clinical way, so he hoped to sex things up a bit more. He thought again of extremely fat men having sex, which caused his dick to deflate halfway just as she reached out to begin stroking it again.
"Tiger, you're too much!" Susan cried in exasperation as she saw his boner wilt. "What now?!"
Alan quickly thought of an excuse. "Well, the way you were being kind of snippy and resentful at my question, it broke my mood. And now it's not working anymore."
Susan was still holding her skirt up with one hand, but then she let it down in defeat. "Talk about prima donnas!" she griped. She was unusually irritable because her emotions were in a jumble. Expecting the inevitable, she unbuttoned her blouse and then spoke with more than a little frustration in her voice. "Come on! Look at my chest, if that helps! Even look at my... unmentionable area!"
He gladly looked at both areas, and he loved it. But he pretended to be frustrated.
She dropped the skirt again and sighed. "What now, oh Mr.-Suddenly-Can't-Get-It-Up-If-My-Life-Depended-On-It?"
"I dunno, maybe if I could just 'get your attention' - you know - touch you on the rear a little."
She was even more exasperated at that, and ruefully recalled his massage the previous Thursday, and how that innocent touching had spun out of control. But with no alternative in sight, she said, "Oh... all right! Go ahead and make it quick. I'm far too lenient with you, you know. It's a miracle you're not more spoiled."
She was frustrated, but she was also secretly pleased. She turned around and let him lift her skirt and play with her ass. She was acutely aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing panties, and she knew he'd get a good look at her labia from behind. She had to force herself to keep her legs close together so he wouldn't get too good a look there.
What's more, he didn't just give her ass a quick fondle, he got on his knees and started to give it a very intimate and prolonged exploration.
As he got into rubbing his hands all over her butt, an unexpectedly strong sexual feeling welled up in her. Despite her intentions to the contrary, she began to intensely enjoy what he was doing to her rear end.
She thought, It's been far too long since I've felt like this. It's been six days since I gave him a blowjob. That's almost a week. I can't go without him that long! God, what the hell is wrong with me? I need some of his yummy sperm in my mouth right now!
No. That's wrong. I'm a good, Christian woman, a married woman. My husband is in town. In theory, he could come home and see this! I have to keep control...
She became so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to protest when Alan carefully and gently stuck a covertly-lubricated finger in her anus and began to pump it in and out. Far from being outraged by this invasion of her boundaries, she merely gasped erotically, "Oooh! Tiger!"
She thought, That's my Tiger. You give him an inch, and before you know it you're lying naked on the bed with a big, thick, super-long dick shoved down your throat! I love it! He's so forceful!
In truth, he wasn't really that forceful, since most guys in his shoes would have lost all control around a woman as physically awe-inspiring as Susan, but she didn't see it that way. It was all she could do not to fall on the bed and widely spread her legs and ass cheeks for him to explore. She also had to resist the urge to encourage him to lovingly probe her suddenly sensitive anus even more deeply than he already was.
But then, suddenly, she came to her senses and remembered her vow to be professional and dispassionate. She again reminded herself of her husband and that Alan would have to cool it. She was surprised though to discover a feeling of regret in being so sensible, once she made her decision.
"Okay, buster," she told him. "Enough's enough. You must be hard by now."
He sat up on the bed, so she could have a better view of his crotch.
She turned around, forcing his hands away from her butt in the process. Sure enough, his dick was hard again. She knelt back down in front of where he now sat. "Quick now, Tiger, before the moon turns green or you come up with some new weird excuse, let's get this over with already!"
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine now," he said sincerely.
On the surface, everything was done strictly by-the-book. With one hand Susan jerked him off, and with the other she quickly performed the abnormality check. But in fact, she caressed his boner with a passion and intensity which she had not felt even a few minutes earlier.
Even with her being as professional as possible, Alan still greatly enjoyed it. There was no way for her to fondle his dick without it feeling good. Plus, with her blouse mostly unbuttoned, he had a great view of her braless boobs bouncing and swaying in time to her "checking."
She finished the check quickly, saying, "There. Now that's how it should be done. Professionally. Responsibly."
He was crushed. Since she had been doing a serious check, it actually didn't take much time at all.
However, she added, "But now that we're done with that, I think it would be good for you to get one of your daily times over and done with. Since you've been having such difficulty getting and keeping stiff lately, do you need my help to finish yourself off? Or can you handle it on your own?"
He was no fool. He replied, "Um, actually, I could really use your help."
"Oh, very well." She sighed, but she was secretly delighted. In fact, she didn't really keep it very secret, because her face lit up with a big smile.
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