After Heather left, Alan was afraid to show his face around his mother. He knew she would certainly expect him to want another blowjob after going without for several hours on their special day. But he knew he wouldn't be able to get it up after so much sex with Heather, so he stayed in his room and locked the door.
As soon as Heather was gone, Susan raced up to his room. Her mouth was salivating already in anticipation of blowing him. She knocked on his door. "Son? Heather's gone. How are you doing in there?"
"Ugh. Tired."
"Do you need any... special help? You know what I mean. I could suck you off for a long, long time, if that would help. I saw the painful blue balls you have."
"Thanks, Mom. I'll definitely take you up on that later. But first, I'm gonna take a little cat nap. Heather kind of interrupted my nap earlier."
"Okay. Whatever you say. I'll be in the kitchen."
He did take a little cat nap. Twenty minutes later, his dick had recovered enough for him to attempt further contact with his mother. (Even looking at her could be a trying experience when his penis was so weary, because sight of her was always so mentally arousing.) So after washing off his dick, he walked downstairs to the kitchen, found her there, and decided to "get her attention." He didn't say anything, but just walked up to her and put his hands on her ass.
She pretended to be surprised as his hands began wandering all over her ass, but nothing could have been further from the truth. She'd been wearing an apron and shorts, and high heels, but nothing else, all in the hope that he would 'get her attention'. The shorts were too big for her, adjusted to come off at his slightest touch, which is exactly what happened as soon as he touched her ass.
She cried out in mock horror, "Tiger, what do you think you're doing?" But then recalling his habit of taking her protests literally, she quickly added, "You left my ass bare! Quick! Cover it with your hands so you can't see it!"
He could gather the gist of that. His momentary apprehension based on her convincingly worried facial expression turned to glee. He let his hands roam up her thighs and all over her ass cheeks, which he loved to palm with both hands.
"How's this?" he asked, as his fingers spread as wide as they could go. A couple of apron strings dangled in his way, but he pushed them aside.
"Good. I wouldn't want someone to see my naked butt now that my shorts fell down. How did that happen?" She pretended cluelessness, causing them both to giggle at the ludicrous concept.
"But Mom," he mock complained. "I can't cover it all at once." His hands roamed all over her firm ass cheeks at if trying to cover the entire surface.
"Do your best, dear," she cooed. "Cover my most private regions with your strong, manly hands." She was in heaven now; her whole butt tingled as she quivered from his touch.
"Well, I guess it's most important to cover up your ass crack, don't you think?" He reached around and ran his index finger through her pussy lips.
She squealed in alarm as shivers of lust ran up and down her spine. "Tiger! That's not my ass crack!"
He chuckled. "I think I know that. I was just getting my finger lubed so I could do this!" He aggressively speared his finger into her anus.
"Oh! That's good! Oh! Only, I'm worried. I've been so worried all afternoon!"
"Why?" He pumped his finger in and out of her asshole.
"It's your penis. How is it doing? I've been so worried about it and you, stuck with that hot cheerleader cocktease all afternoon. I know her type: she'll get your penis all hard and thick and veiny with her arrogant teasing, but then she won't give you any relief! Am I right? Your cock must have been bursting with cum, and I couldn't help! It must have been so painful!"
He thought, Mom, you couldn't be more wrong about her not putting out. But he said, "You said it, Mom. She's a bitch, pardon my French. As for my dick, see for yourself." He unzipped his shorts and pressed his throbbing rod up against her smooth ass cheeks. He was content to just rub it around there while his finger sawed in and out of her asshole.
Susan moaned, "Oh, that's good. So good, baby. Mmmm! I love it! Except for one thing!" She turned around, forcing him to remove his finger and let go of her ass altogether. "You're making Mommy far too HORNY!"
She practically pushed him onto the floor, then dove at his crotch. Panting heavily, she deftly untied her apron with one hand as she slid his shorts down with the other. Within seconds, she had her mouth over his erection.
He sat on the floor of the kitchen with her lying down with her head between his legs. He was pleased, though not too surprised, at this turn of events, since lately she seemed to live for cocksucking.
As she gave him another incredible blowjob, the tiny part of his brain not completely overcome by pleasure idly pondered, I wonder what would happen if Sis, Aims, or even Aunt Suzy walked in. For all of Mom's recent eagerness about flaunting her body at me, she's still very shy about doing things like blowjobs in front of others. Although that sure didn't stop things this morning with Sis right there! I know she would have stopped if she hadn't been so horny, but when she gets super horny there's no telling what she'll allow. Sweetness!
Then he remembered that everyone else was supposed to stay away all Tuesday. Shoot. Actually, I'd kind of like it if someone did walk in. Situations like that seem to break down Mom's barriers faster. I wish I could somehow call out telepathically or something.
Susan ended up lying on the kitchen floor with Alan sitting with his ass cheeks on the slopes of her breasts. He just sat there and let her do all the work with her swirling tongue and non-stop lip action, before blowing his entire load straight down her throat.
She would have loved to have been sprayed on the face and tits again, but that wasn't an option with the way he was straddling her.
Then he got down on the floor and lay right next to her, holding her. Neither of them cared that they were on the kitchen floor; they just enjoyed their post-orgasmic bonding and cuddling.
However, they weren't quite finished, because, once again, Susan insisted on cleaning his crotch afterwards. Since he'd climaxed relatively quickly, she tried to make up for that by "cleaning" him an extra long time.
After about five minutes, he joked, "I think it's safe to say that I've never had my balls so clean."
She'd been hoping to keep going until his dick rebounded, but she had to stop when Katherine phoned and asked about dinner.
Susan answered the phone in the nude while the taste of her son's cum was still strong in her mouth.
Katherine wanted to eat at home, but also wanted to make sure that Susan would be okay with her returning home at this time.
Susan let her daughter know that coming home for dinner would be fine, but strongly implied that she also wanted the evening after dinner alone with Alan.
Alan went upstairs, after which Susan put on some normal clothes. Their sexual Games were put on hold in anticipation of Katherine's expected arrival.