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Alan resumed his thrusting, or more accurately, his mind caught up to the fact that he was already thrusting and he started doing it more consciously.

Susan brought her feet up and curled her legs around his back. "That's it," she purred. "Tame me even more."

"What's up with this taming stuff? You're so big on that word."

She chuckled gleefully. Tears of joy were still pouring down her cheeks. She mumbled while getting back into the rhythm of their mutual thrusting, "Son, you're not just my son, you're my master. My OWNER. Master of the harem. Lord and master. Big-titted babe tamer. My love. My son!"

She began bouncing her hips, helping his semi-erect penis slide in and out more effectively and pleasurably. She'd gushed so copiously in the first fuck that her tunnel now had a different feel - slicker and very squishy. She whimpered and purred as she felt her son's dick churn their combined love juices around inside of her, creating delightful pressures in places she'd never felt before.

Their pace changed, too. Both of them wanted to go slow and really enjoy this one.

Alan thought back to his secret training session with Suzanne on Thursday, and decided it was time to start using what he'd learned. He naturally focused on what Suzanne said was the most important lesson: making a woman cum as many times as possible is certainly appreciated, but far better is delaying the woman's orgasm until it builds up to something huge. From the way he'd gotten Suzanne to pant and scream in desperation that day, he knew that this was very good advice.

Since they were going relatively slowly, he could still talk coherently. He asked, "Really. What's this about 'taming' that you love so much?"

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"Tiger, you don't know, you can't know what it's like to lose all control. To feel completely helpless. To be an absolute slave to my son! I feel so... liberated! The more you tame me, the more free I feel!"

"Free?" He thought of the slogan "Freedom is slavery" in George Orwell's book 1984, and then realized that was a pretty heavy thought to have in the middle of fucking his mother.

"Yes! Free! Free of worry. Free of guilt. Free of doubt. All I have to do is SERVE! Serve your great big fat cock! Does it get any better than that?!"

Judging by the ecstatic look on her face, he doubted she could feel any better. But her words confirmed his thought that he could really get her off by making her feel even more helpless. "Mommy, I want you to tell me this time when you think you're getting close to cumming. And I don't want you to cum without my permission. You got that?"

"Yes, my lovely motherfucker."

"God, shivers shoot down my spine when you say that."

"I know! Me too! Around this house, 'motherfucker' will no longer be an insult, but instead will be the highest compliment." She wiped her face clean of tears now that she'd stopped crying.

"How true." He paused in his fucking for a short rest and asked, "So, do you have any regrets that we waited this long?" He wiped the sweat rolling down his face.

"Let's see..." She waited to answer as if she was lost deep in thought. But then she broke into a big smile and shouted, "FUCK YEAH!"

"Yeah? You have regrets?" He frowned.

"Hell, yeah!" she replied while thrusting her hips upward at him. "My regret is you should have started fucking me months ago. Years ago! Don't ruin the moment by reminding me of all those years we could have loved each other this way. I was such a sorry, prudish woman!"

"But what about all your doubts and worries from before? Don't you remember how torn you were? Why, it wasn't that long ago when you felt compelled to see a psychologist. We're so lucky it happened to be Xania, but still..."

She waved the words away even as she wiggled her hips in a continuing effort to jump start his fucking again. "FUCK doubts and worries! I'm sure you would have fucked them right out of me, just like you're doing right now. I keep telling you, we need to see more of the bad Alan. Just take what's yours! We can have more of the nice Alan AFTER you've filled our pussies, asses, and tummies to the brim with your cum. Don't you understand that all of us have a deep, primal need to be fucked hard and deep by a REAL MAN like you? And speaking of the bad Alan, I'd like to see a little more of him and a little less talking right now. Get medieval on my ass!"

He smiled, happy that she was as guilt-free as he was. He'd felt some guilt over incest when he first started fucking Katherine, but those feelings were long gone. He resumed his fucking with renewed vigor. He pushed his cock inside her as far as it could go, reveling in the heated sensation of their crotches rubbing together.

Suddenly, Susan looked at him with concern. "You realize that what we're doing is very, very wrong, don't you?"

He paused in his thrusting, and then said very seriously, "Yes." He resumed his fucking.

She whooped with delight. "That's the bad Alan I'm looking for!"

His erection got in a really good rhythm, and he fucked with long, slow, confident strokes, while she fucked back with her hips. He had worried all weekend that he might not be up for the occasion and fail to give his mother the fucking she deserved, but those worries were long gone after the intense fuck they'd just shared. In fact, he already felt completely at ease, as if they had been fucking for years.

As his body worked literally like a well-oiled machine, his mind began a more extended contemplation. So this is it. This is what it's like to fuck your own mother. Actually, it's not that different from fucking anyone else. I guess on some level, a fuck is a fuck is a fuck. What makes it so special is the love. I can't say I love Mom more than anyone else, because that would be unfair to Sis and Aunt Suzy, and now even Amy. But there's a special love. I mean, she's my mom! Nothing else beats this. The sensation of making her feel good is so indescribably joyous, and she's on cloud nine right now. I'm the one who made her feel that good! With every thrust, she's enjoying it more and more. We're just going to have to fuck every day for the rest of our lives. That's all there is to it!ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt - novelenglish.net . bin

Meanwhile, a strange thing was happening to Susan. She found her body so in tune with her son's that it was like she didn't control it anymore. It seemed as if some greater force had taken control of both of their bodies and moved them about to create maximum pleasure. Every touch, every affectionate peck, every move, seemed perfectly placed and perfectly timed.

As she did so often lately, the more love and joy she felt, the more she wanted to serve and pleasure others. She moaned, "Fill me... Fill me. Pound me. Own me! Use me! Impale your slave! Your willing, wanton sex slave. Make me worship your big motherfucking cock! Do it. Do it to me! Fuck me, Son. Fuck your mother! You dirty motherfucker! So nasty! Nasty, nasty, you nasty man! Fuck your slave mommy!" (Her admonitions not to use the word "slave" were completely forgotten in the thrill of the moment.)

Surprisingly, he interrupted her. "No, Mom. You're not the slave. I'M the slave! I want to be your slave and live to make you happy."

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"Oh baby, that's so sweet," gasping with each thrust. "But you're WRONG! I'm the slave!" It was a real challenge to talk with the way Alan was pummeling her, but she just had to make her feelings known.

"No, I am!" He emphasized his point with a sudden, powerful thrust that made her body move up towards the headboard.

"I am! Dammit!" she growled as she pushed her hips back up at him just as forcefully, causing his legs to fly up off of her ever so briefly.

They both broke into laughter, forcing him to slow his fucking as the laughing caused him to completely lose his breath. But he didn't hesitate for long.

She took advantage of his reduced pace to gasp out, "You realize you've truly tamed your mommy's cunt?"

"What does that mean? Do I get a prize?" He still didn't understand all this taming talk of hers. Extremely loud slurping sounds coming from the meeting of their groins showed that he picked up the pace again.

"Yes you do. Me. You own me now. You own my mouth and breasts and ass already; and now you own my cunt too. Oh! Ah! How does it feel to add your mommy's cunt to your growing ... OOH! Good Lord! ... cunt collection? I'm so proud to be in your sexy harem. But more than that, you own my heart. I love you, Son. More than you'll ever know. YES!"

"I know, Mom, I know! I love you just as much."

"I know you do! AAH! ... Please call me 'mommy.'"

"Oops. Sorry, Mommy. Old habits die hard." Modesty prevented him from saying so out loud, but he found Susan's talk of a "cunt collection" and "sexy harem" very arousing. But he thought, My "sexy harem" begins and ends with Mom. As much as I love the others, and I really do, she's the one I would have the hardest time doing without.

He tried to imagine life without his mother, and shuddered. I don't even want to think about that!

Gradually, imperceptibly, their fucking sped up. Many long minutes passed before there was a noticeable change. She had been too excited during their first fuck to think about pussy squeezing, but now she very ably gave his dick a squeeze with every thrust. She wasn't quite up to Suzanne's skill level yet, but she'd been practicing on dildos and had a good grasp on what to do.