 Part 11: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown (MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy) Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Oct. 26) Alan slept in on Saturday morning. When he finally woke up he went down to the kitchen for breakfast, but everyone was gone. He was a bit spoiled in that he expected his mother to always cook for him, even breakfast, so he went to find her. She was in her bedroom, where she had just shaved her
legs and was only wearing a towel. Nonetheless, she said, "Come in." She sat on the edge of her bed with her razor, seemingly
not bothered by his presence. "What is it, Tiger?" Alan lurched forward to try to help with the towel,
but as he did so his penis sprang out from under his shorts and bounced
forward. It didn't just peek out of the shorts partly or a little bit
- it came out completely and nearly carried his balls out with it. He quickly covered it up with both hands. Then, belatedly,
he stuffed it back into his shorts as his mother watched intently. The laughter was a bit forced, and Alan forced
himself to laugh back. But it mostly defused the situation.
He asked, "Do you remember the other day when I was in your room and you didn't even have a towel?"
Susan nodded. Without consciously realizing it, she rubbed her thighs together while reveling in the now pleasant and arousing memory. But she said, "Let's
not even think about that, Tiger. Remember: that's in the past. Ancient
history." "That's the one," she said calmly.
He opened the drawer she'd indicated and found a jar there. He picked it up and looked at the label.
It read, "KY Lubricating Jelly." She still held the towel in such a way that he could
see nearly all of her tits. "Tiger, you don't use any lubricant
when you do your thing, so I'm concerned about, you know, damage. But
it'll be better if you use that." Suddenly Alan wanted to be out of the room, and fast. He grabbed
the jar with both hands, and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're so sweet
and thoughtful. I'll uh, I'll try this out later." He left the
room, his head swimming as he pondered her conflicting signals.
When he'd gone, Susan thought, Oh, poo! I was so close. Why didn't he ask me to try it out? That would have given me a perfectly legitimate reason to suck him off. But maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's a sign that I have to persevere and hold out until Ron is gone. Ron IS my husband. In theory, I should be thinking about sexually pleasing him. ... In theory.
Damn!
CHAPTER 2 Alan went to the beach with his friends Peter and Sean not long after that. He looked forward to many restful hours free of sexual excitement, not counting the potential ogling of all the beautiful babes on the beach. The blandly named White Sands Beach was the closest beach to the high school, and since the way there was not well marked it was virtually unknown to tourists. As a result, it was "the" place to see and be seen by kids in the school (Glory, who definitely did not want to be seen by the school crowd, never surfed there). Alan had never spent time at that beach before because he had no desire to take part in climbing the school's social ladder. But with his newfound confidence brought on by his recent sexual triumphs, he decided that there was no reason why he should be forced to hide from the beach either, since it was the closest and one of the nicest beaches in the area. Peter and Sean weren't keen on going to White Sands because of its reputation, but Alan talked them into it. Heather absolutely loved her position as the reigning social queen of the school. So when she wasn't busy lording over her "subjects" during the school week, she spent most of her free days at White Sands Beach lording over largely the same bunch of people there. She also loved flaunting her perfect body, so she relished the many opportunities to wear scandalously small bikinis to show everyone just how hot she was. She reveled in her ability to turn heads just by strutting her stuff. Although the three of them were socially labeled as nerds, they didn't physically look that far out of place at the beach. It was true that Peter was quite short and chubby and didn't really fit in with the "beautiful people" who liked to show off at the beach. But Alan and Sean were muscular, thanks to their love of playing tennis and other sports, and handsome too. All three of the boys were also sufficiently tanned, and didn't have embarrassing "farmer's tan" lines, due to spending time in their own backyard swimming pools. Heather was walking along the water's edge with Simone, her best friend and sort of "right hand man" in most everything she did (except cheerleading - Simone was too involved in school sports to be on the squad). Simone happened to be ethnically black, but culturally she'd been raised in a very "white bread" upper class environment as one of Heather's close neighbors. Simone was nearly as beautiful as Heather and similarly physically endowed. That was one reason why they were best friends. Both were bisexual and occasional sex partners with each other, but that wasn't the main attraction between them, since both preferred guys and both had a series of boyfriends and other male lovers. Mainly, they were close because they had known each other since they were little kids and Simone had learned over the years just how to carefully handle Heather. She was just about the only person able to criticize Heather without pissing her off too much. While Heather liked to be surrounded with toadies and "yes men" types, there was something ultimately more satisfying about being friends with someone who could share their honest opinion. Her ego couldn't stand too much of it, but having one bold and fairly independent friend was good for her. So it wasn't at all surprising that Simone and Heather were walking along the beach together, surveying the crowd like the beach's queen and her chief minister. It always delighted Heather to hear conversations quiet down and to see heads turn towards her as she strolled along the water's edge. The effect was almost like the bow wave of a ship unsettling the waters as it passed by. She loved the feeling of most every eye, male and female, silently roaming over and caressing every inch of her body in unspoken lustful desire or jealousy. Heather gloated to herself as she walked, Gaze upon perfection, o ye puny mortals, for I am a goddess made flesh. All who look upon me shall love me and despair. She had no idea where she'd heard that bit of poetry, but she felt as if it was written just for her. She smiled with the confidence of someone sitting on top of the world. Then Heather's eye caught sight of Alan, Sean, and Peter. She knew the usual crowd at the beach by sight, if not always by name, but at first these three were not familiar to her. She frowned at the sight of chubby Peter "spoiling" her beach, but she was mainly interested in Alan. There was something about him, something that tugged at her in the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. "Hey," she said to Simone, "see those guys over there? Aren't they nerds?" Simone replied, "You could say that." She wasn't as arrogant as Heather or as hung up on the school's social hierarchy. Perhaps because she was from an ethnic minority, she had more sympathy to other minorities and out groups, even though she sat at the top of the school's elite next to Heather. But, more often than not, she played along with Heather's conceits since Heather could only tolerate so much disagreement, even from her best friend. Heather frowned. "What are those losers doing on MY beach? I think we should have a little talk and show them what's what." She was a long ways away from them still, but began to move directly towards them. "Heather, it's a public beach. It's not a crime for them to be here." Heather pointed at Sean and Alan. "Okay, maybe not those two. They pass." Then she pointed at Peter. "But that tub of lard? No way." Simone rolled her eyes when Heather wasn't looking her way. She did that a lot. She knew when it was pointless to disagree with her. As they got a bit closer, but were still out of earshot, Heather pointed in Alan's direction. "That one. The tall guy. He looks familiar." "He should. He was in fourth period with us last year. In fact, he sat kitty corner to you. And he was in a class with you the year before that. In fact, you've been classmates with all three of those guys from time to time since the start of junior high. Are you saying you don't know his name?" Heather sniffed contemptuously. "Should I?" Simone rolled her eyes again. "Well, aside from having only seen him a couple thousand times at school already, there's the fact that he's Katherine's older brother." She added sarcastically, "You DO know Katherine, your fellow cheerleader, don't you?" Simone had a good sense of humor but her jokes were often to herself since Heather frequently failed to pick up on her sarcasm and irony. Heather replied testily, "Don't mock me." But then she said more thoughtfully, "Hmm. Katherine's older brother?" Something clicked for her as she remembered that he was the one who had been painting the pretend panties for some of the cheerleaders in the last week. That was certainly an intriguing fact for her and it put him a whole different category of importance in her mind. She clicked her fingers. "Alan. That's his name. Katherine was just talking about him the other day, promising that he could be trusted with the painting job. Definite nerd. He doesn't LOOK like a nerd, though. I wonder what's up with that." Simone confirmed, "Yes. Alan. And the guy on the right is Sean. The 'tub of lard' as you call him on the left is Peter. The three of them are good friends, as you can see." As the two girls talked, they continued to get closer to where Alan and his friends were sitting. Heather had plans to tell them off in no uncertain terms so that Peter at least would leave the beach and never come back. She assumed that if one went, the others would follow, which was perfectly fine with her. But now that she realized Alan was Katherine's brother and the painter of cheerleaders' panties, it put things in a very different light. She realized that if he continued in his painter role, it was theoretically possible that he could even end up painting her own privates one day. The thought of having her pussy and ass fondled by a nerd was unsettling and broke all of her social rules. She didn't know what to do with his group exactly, now. But it was too late to turn back. She had been bee-lining towards them and even pointing at them, so she had to say something. CHAPTER 3 She walked right up to Alan and then she and Simone stopped and looked down. "Hi there. Alan. ... And... friends." She'd already forgotten the names Simone had just mentioned since the other two mattered so little to her. Alan, Sean, and Peter all stood up. Inwardly, the three of them were reacting in different ways to this unexpected encounter from the high and mighty Heather and her well-known sidekick. Sean's reaction was the strongest. He'd had a profound crush on Heather for ages. Alan and Peter had crushes on her too, as did just about every other male in the school at some time or another. Not only was she a drop dead gorgeous buxom, tanned, blue eyed, blonde haired cheerleader "babe", but she had a stunning presence as well. Heather radiated charisma and confidence while still being able to project a sense of innocence and sweetness (when it amused her to do so). So Sean was absolutely staggered to be standing this close to her. He had loved her from afar though, which meant he had no idea just what a bitch she was when experienced up close. Peter was also gob smacked into silence, but his reaction was a bit different from Sean's. He wasn't as reverential of Heather, probably because he knew more about her bitchy side than Sean did. He also was more worried than Sean, since his greater knowledge made him painfully aware that his chubby appearance could be an easy target for Heather's sharp tongue. Alan was confused. He'd had fantasies about having sex with Heather from time to time, but he'd never had a deep crush on her since he'd been much more focused on Christine and Glory. As a result, he wasn't as awed by her as the other two were. Furthermore, his confidence was soaring now that he'd started to have a real and vibrant sex life. But on the other hand, this was Heather he was facing, and old habits die hard. He found himself fairly intimidated by her despite his strong determination not to feel that way. The fact that she (and Simone) wore reflective sunglasses made it more daunting for him to talk to them. The way their hard bodies were oiled up with suntan lotion was almost too much for Alan to take. His hormones were getting the best of him and making it hard for him to think. He found himself with a tremendous boner protruding outwards from the middle of his bathing suit without fully realizing what he was showing. Still, one thing Alan had learned from recent weeks was that it was good to roll with the punches and try to act like you know what's going on, even when you don't. So he did his best to mask his confusion and intimidation, and tried to at least say something sensible. "Hey Heather. Hi, Simone. How you doing?" was all he could manage, but at least it came out sounding casual. Despite all the classes they'd shared over the years, this was the first time he'd spoken to Heather or Simone directly. Heather was mildly pleased by that. She found that when she deigned to talk to her social inferiors, the great mass of nearly the entire student population that she'd derisively nicknamed "the lower life forms," they were often too tongue-tied to even talk to her. That went double whenever she was forced to talk to those she labeled as nerds. She looked at Sean and Peter and saw they were hopelessly fawning already, therefore confirming that they were not worth talking to or seriously contemplating. She returned her focus to Alan, whom she identified as the closest thing their group had to a leader. "Hey. What are you doing here? I can't say I've seen you at this beach before." Heather's tone had been a bit accusatory, but Alan deliberately ignored that. "Just enjoying the rays. Same as you. Hey, say hi to my sister when you see her. I've heard the squad has had an interesting week." Heather wasn't sure how to respond to that obvious yet carefully veiled reference to the panty painting. Was he threatening to say something about it in public? She highly doubted it, but she wasn't sure. She couldn't get a good read on him since she didn't associate with his type. She looked at Sean with disdain and then at Peter with even more contemptuous loathing. Seeing them again renewed her desire to kick the lot of them off the beach. She said to all three with blatant derision, "Hey, shouldn't you guys be at home watching a Star Trek TV marathon or something?" Alan smiled. "Very cute. Nah. That was last week. It's a Brady Bunch marathon this week, so we're forced to go to the beach." Heather looked at Alan curiously. The more she talked to him, the less she understood his attitude. He took my attempt to cut them down as a friendly joke and joked back with self-deprecating good humor. Nerds don't do that. They stammer and gawk like the total losers that they are. But this guy seems more or less at ease. He even looks me in the eyes instead of staring at my chest. Her eyes drifted down as she continued to examine him from head to toe. She noticed what seemed to be quite a large bulge in his bathing suit. Whoa! What do we have here? She was going to tell the three of them they didn't belong at the beach in no uncertain terms, but decided instead to regroup and discuss things with Simone. She walked away with a hard, condescending look aimed in Alan's direction. At the last second, she said, "Well, next time, don't force yourself so hard." She was disappointed because that was pretty weak compared to her usual cutting jibes. But she was slightly thrown off her usual game. Peter and Sean were blown away by the whole encounter. They sat back down on the sand as if felled by Hurricane Heather. They missed her contempt for them with the blissful obliviousness of teens in lust or love. Alan, though, remained standing and staring at Heather, admiring the sinuous curves of her muscular back and thighs as she walked about ten feet away and then stopped. To his great surprise, he could hear every word as Heather and Simone remained there, looked out at the ocean waves, and began to talk to each other as if they were the only ones on the beach. "Well, that was odd," Heather commented. "That Alan is one strange guy. What do you think his deal is?" "What do you mean?" Simone asked. "Well, he's a nerd. He reeks of it. I remember now that we only shared the occasional class 'cos he's in the gifted track. And he was always answering the teacher's questions like some kind of know it all. Serious grade A teacher's pet nerd. But he doesn't exactly act like one out here on the beach. And he certainly doesn't LOOK like one. He's practically handsome, even. Why on Earth would a handsome guy want to be a nerd?" Simone rolled her eyes again. Since she paid more attention to the "lower life forms" than Heather did, she knew a lot more about Alan, even though she'd never spoken to him face to face. She thought, He seems like a nice guy, but it is true he fits the classic nerd stereotype. Unfortunately, he sits at one of the "nerd tables" during lunch and talks about hopelessly geeky things with his geeky friends all day long, so he can't be excused as a misunderstood smart jock or something like that. Too bad. But she also felt some sympathy for him, so she said, "Heather, he's a very smart guy. One of the top students in the school, I hear. And he plays sports, so he's got a body. Is there anything wrong with trying to use your brain if you've got one? Personally, I think he's a nice guy so I hope you don't put him on your shit list." Heather appeared contemplative. "Nah. He's not even enough of a somebody to merit placement on the shit list. But it's weird. And did you see his package? He's packing some serious beef! I mean, that's just wrong. It's criminal for a nerd to have a body like that. It's like a waste of resources to have a dick like that used for nothing but masturbating to doctored photos of Star Trek actresses. God, nerds are pathetic!" Simone laughed. "'A waste of resources'? Why Heather, I never realized you were a concerned environmentalist." Heather laughed too. Simone's sense of humor was one of the main reasons she tolerated Simone's dissents as often as she did. "Funny. Very funny. Heather Morgan, the tree hugger. But still. I wonder what it would be like to do it with a completely clueless virgin like him. That might be ... amusing." "Heather! You're not planning on seducing him, are you? I'm shocked. That's so unlike you." Simone moved her hand, casually resting it on Heather's nearest ass cheek. "Me? Ha! You kidding? No WAY. I mean, a nerd's a nerd. I don't care if he is packing a good eight thick inches or more, judging from that bulge of his. I'll bet he doesn't even have a clue about the basics of hygiene. And he'd be just like all the other low lifes who think they love me." She mocked in a weak and swooning male voice, "'Heather! Oh Heather! You let me touch you! Did I tell you that I've loved you since forever? I'm sorry I shot off so soon but I'm just so excited!'" She snorted disgustedly. "Puh-lease! A guy like that isn't even worthy of doing my homework." "So what are you thinking so intently about, then?" Simone asked. When Heather didn't respond, Simone nudged her. "C'mon, I know that look. Spill." "I dunno. I guess I'm thinking about the whole painting thing. You know all about what he's doing with that, don't you?" Heather had kept Simone reasonably informed about the cheerleader panty painting, so she knew Simone would understand that oblique reference to it. "I knew Katherine had a brother named Alan who was doing it, but I didn't realize he was THAT Alan. How the hell did HE get that job, anyways? Strictly by default, I'm sure. Maybe I should get someone else to do it. After all, I don't want a mere nerd touching my cheerleaders. He'll probably pass along some kind of nerd cooties or something." Simone said while finally pulling her hand from Heather's ass, "Did you know that he actually had the gall to ask Christine Anderssen out on a date a while back? She turned him down, of course." "Christine? You mean the ridiculous goody goody bitch 'Ice Queen Christine'? Ha! How amusing! Can you imagine those two pathetic virgins trying to have sex? They wouldn't even be able to figure out where to put it in!" Heather and Simone walked off, laughing. They seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Alan could have easily overheard them. Heather didn't even turn back to consider whether to kick them off the beach or not. It was as if they were so unimportant that it wasn't worth the bother of taking any more time to talk to them. Alan had overheard everything though, and what he'd heard really pissed him off. He'd thought that he'd accounted for himself pretty well when confronted by Heather. He'd mostly hidden his fear and managed to speak fairly intelligently. But it was all for nothing because Heather still considered him lower than the dirt on the soles of her feet. He was also upset at himself because for a brief moment his hopes had soared that she might actually want to have sex with him when she'd been discussing his "package." But those hopes were quickly crushed and then some. Now Alan understood first hand what Katherine was talking about when she'd come home from school day after day complaining about what a bitch Heather was. The rest of his beach trip seemed anti-climatic and depressing, although, ironically, Sean and Peter were in high spirits. They were ecstatic to have been "kind of spoken to" by Heather, and recounted the encounter to each other over and over. Listening to them, Alan was left wondering what alternate universe they'd been in at the time since hardly anything they said matched up with his memories of the incident. Neither of them had overheard Heather's later conversation with Simone, and Alan saw no need to tell them about it and burst their bubbles about her. He knew that Sean was so far gone over Heather that he would have accused Alan of lying, anyway. The two of them spent even more time talking about Heather's fantastic body and how much they wanted to "do the do" with her. Alan had a hard time playing along with their sex talk and pretending enthusiasm. Now that he'd actually had sex, he realized that they had no idea what they were talking about. He just felt embarrassed to hear their empty boasts and juvenile prattlings. He was particularly miffed that Heather and Simone had assumed that he was a "pathetic virgin." He wanted to prove to Heather how wrong she was and show her that he was actually starting to become a rather talented lover. But he knew the chances of that happening were next to impossible. He would have considered himself surprised if Heather ever thought to speak to him again. CHAPTER 4
The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully for Alan. He did have one more brief sexual encounter, however.
Shortly after dinner on Saturday night, Amy came over. The whole Plummer
family, even Ron, sat in the living room watching TV.
Amy sat in an easy chair right next to Alan. While
the others were engaged in an interesting program, she leaned over towards
him and said, "Alan, I'm worried about a big test coming up on
Monday. Not only that, but I think I have bad breath. Can you help me
out? I think you know what I'd like." Then she winked and opened
her mouth really wide. Alan looked around and noticed that Susan and Ron hadn't
looked Amy's way yet. Even though technically she hadn't done anything
wrong, to sit with one's mouth gaping wide and all but fondle one's
self was bound to lead to questions if someone else noticed her. Alan looked at her crossly. She added more seriously, "I'm really
sorry. It's just that it seems like everyone else is having so much
fun and I'm missing out." Katherine then took Amy to the bathroom for another
mutual pussy shaving. The two girls could be in there together easily
enough behind locked doors - Susan and Ron would just think they were
doing "girlish" beauty stuff. But it would be too dangerous
for Alan to take part. She laughed. I've been without Suzanne's experienced touch
far too often lately! It's like some kind of famous supermodel
stepped out of a pin-up poster and materialized in the flesh in my room.
How dense was I for thinking of Suzanne as merely an attractive, fairly
typical mother instead of the total knockout bombshell sex goddess she
really is! And she's so talented with her fingers. Shit! She's gonna make me cum too soon. Alan reached out and tried to grope her boobs, but she pushed
his hands away. That surprised him, but before long he was having too much fun enjoying her tongue and lips to care.
She sucked him with powerful force, like a human vacuum
cleaner, and then tickled lightly with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue
swirled around and around. By now she knew exactly what turned him on
the most and she used that knowledge to full effect.
Alan couldn't hold
out for long against such expert exertions. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes he cried out, "Oh! Oh God! Oh, oh, oh! Oh no! Oh shit! God! Fucking hell! Yes!"
He gave up resistance and unclenched his PC muscle. "Fuck! Ah!
Suzanne, I'm gonna fill your mouth! Yes!" He asked her, "Aunt Suzy, that was great, but why were you so relentless? There's no way I could last against that non-stop attack."
"That was just my warm up snack," she explained. "I wanted you to shoot a quick load partly 'cos I've been missing your cum and wanted some right away, but also now you'll be able to last a long time."
"Not with you," he muttered. "You're too good!"
While they were recovering, Suzanne started to talk. "So, Sweetie, you been missing me?" She seemed calm, but Alan
could hardly believe the ease with which she brought him to the heights
of passion. How can she be that casual? It's like she's some kind of magically irresistible succubus one minute, and then the next she's back to being my same old Aunt Suzy, except we're both naked and leaking all kinds of intimate fluids. Bizarre! Alan laughed.
She experimentally gurgled. "Mmmm. I'm still savoring the taste. Oh well, we'll just
have to think of more naughty things I can do with you." Uh-oh, Alan thought. But he just said, "Okay, sure. What's up?" "Regarding Katherine, how are things going with her? I've noticed how she's dressing more daringly lately, at least until Ron came home. Even that isn't slowing her down too much, and obviously she's getting a kick out of not wearing any undies around the house. Do you think she has any interest in directly helping you reach your daily targets? More importantly, do YOU have any interest in having her help you like that? Be honest with me, now." Although Alan was normally very honest with Suzanne and treated her like an aunt or even a second mother, he couldn't admit to her that he'd been getting physically intimate with his sister already. Strangely enough, it didn't bother him to have sex with his sister, but it did bother him to confess such a thing even to a close and kind confidante like Suzanne. Knowing that she was aware of some things already, he made a limited admission. "Yeah, she's been getting kind of... weird, lately. All of a sudden, I keep stumbling into her while she's wearing nightgowns and bikinis and stuff. You know what I mean? I mean... I mean, this is my sister I'm talking about! We use to play with Legos together." "What would you feel about having a more sexual relationship with her?" "Well, I have to admit that when she dresses all sexy, it's arousing. Heck most any time I look at her these days, it arouses me. But I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, you know? Can you get back to me on this? ... I mean it's not like I want to DO anything with her that would ruin my friendship with her..." "Don't worry. That's enough for now. I understand it's not easy to talk about this kind of stuff. I just want to remind you that there's nothing shameful in having her help you out with your medical treatment. In fact, if she volunteers, consider that as the loving and helpful gesture that it is. Okay?" "Okay." Suzanne thought, Perfect. That pot is cooking nicely without any stirring from me. They're both horny and attractive kids; things'll happen on their own without my nudging, I think. I always figured that while Katherine copied Susan's prudish dress, she hadn't really been brainwashed with all that religious mumbo jumbo that's warped her mother. I need to concentrate my efforts on Susan, the much trickier problem. Suzanne had no idea just how right she was that the siblings would develop a relationship without her help, now that her six times a day scheme had set things in motion. Had she known everything, she would have been a little miffed (mostly that she didn't get to do the honors in taking Alan's virginity), but overall their having sex was perfectly consistent with her larger goal of seducing the entire Plummer family. Switching topics, she said, "Now, the main reason I want to have a frank chat with you is your mother. You can't say that you have trouble with her helping you achieve orgasm 'cos she's done it lots of time already, especially on that fateful Tuesday, and it was obvious you had a hell of a great day then. Didn't you?" Alan was embarrassed to admit his incestuous lusts, now that it came to it. "Well, yeah, but... I mean, how could I resist? Aunt Suzy, you know what Mom looks like! She's as much a voluptuous sexpot as you are. In fact, in terms of physical dimensions you two could be identical twins, except she doesn't have your long tongue. I know it's wrong and I should feel ashamed, but Jesus! Aunt Suzy, I can't help that she's my mom, it's just that she's so..." "I know," Suzanne said. "I'm not finding fault with you, not one bit. In fact, the very fact that she's your mother makes her help all the more stimulating, doesn't it?" Alan blushed and turned away. Suzanne laughed. "What? You're acting just like her. You know it's true, I know it's true, everyone knows it's true. So what's the big deal?" He looked back her way just in time to notice her making a significant head nod towards his crotch. He looked down at his naked body and saw that his penis was fully erect. He blushed even more and turned away again. "Sweetie! What's the deal?! You KNOW that I don't mind you getting intimate with her; in fact, I'm cheering you on about it. I can't help you with your problem all the time every day; you just cum too often and I'm not over at your home enough hours of the day to always be there for you. I've been doing everything in my power to get Susan to see the light that it would be an all around good thing for everyone if she helps you like that. It would be a lot easier for me to convince her of that if you'd be able to talk about this freely and we could work together as a team." Alan still looked away. "Thanks, Suzanne. I understand all that on an intellectual level, but to actually talk about my doing stuff with her with another person? It's hard." She leered at his crotch and ribbed him, "I can see that. Here, perhaps this will put you in the right mood to talk." She reached out and started to fondle his erection. She added in an evil Russian accent, "Ve haf veys of makink you talk!" Alan laughed. "You do, that's for sure. Okay, let's talk." He looked like he was struggling to say more, so Suzanne just stayed silent and looked at him expectantly while stroking his rod. Finally, he said, "It's not just the incest factor that makes me reluctant to talk with you about this. It's also the sense that you and I are going behind her back and plotting to corrupt her. That makes me uneasy. She's not only my mother, she's like my best pal in the whole world, maybe even more than you or Sis!" Suzanne was touched, even though the answer was frustrating. "That's sweet, Sweetie. I hope you remember though that what we're doing is not some selfish thing, or some kind of fiendish plot. What we're doing is going to benefit her as much as it'll benefit you, if not more so. I know for a fact that she literally has had more climaxes since you started your treatment than she's had in her entire life up to that point! No exaggeration. She was a very nice and lively gal before, but it almost seems to me like she's only really come fully alive since she started assisting you. There's a sparkle in her eye and an extra spring in her step, did you notice?" "Of course I did. But other times I see her struggling and suffering and it hurts me so much." "Well, that's why we have to speed things up! She has to throw away those silly hang-ups her parents and the church put in her head that make her feel so guilty and anguished. We need to work together to get her over that stuff as soon as possible. Then everything will be glorious and nothing but fun for you and her." "I know, I know. But I just can't do anything that smacks of plotting. I started telling her some half-truths and big time exaggerations lately, and I just don't want to do deeper down the secrecy route. If she were to ask me if we're talking about these things together, what would I say? More lies! I can't do that." Suzanne frowned, but said, "Okay. I can respect that. It makes things a bit more difficult that way, but I like a good challenge. We are in agreement that we both want your mother blowing you and stroking you on a daily basis, aren't we?" She gave his penis some extra attention as she said this, switching techniques unexpectedly. Alan nearly blew his load, but just managed to clamp down with his newfound PC muscle control. "Jeeeesus!" He panted, recovering, and then said, "Yes, Aunt Suzy, yes. God, yes! That would be sweet!" "Okay then. Here's the plan. I'm not going to openly plan stuff with you since that smacks too much of conspiratorial plotting. But if a situation happens to arise between you and her, you can roll with the punches and follow my lead or my advice, right?" "Yeah, sure. That would be different. I don't have a problem with that." "Good. Because things are at a delicate stage with her right now. You know how she was drifting back to the comfort and security of her prudish ways even before Ron got here, but his being underfoot just makes it all much worse. I keep trying to encourage her and draw her out, but she's struggling with it. If you push her too far too fast by taking too many sexual liberties with her, it could backfire, big time." "So what am I supposed to do?!" he yelped. It was becoming harder and harder for him to talk, given the way Suzanne was stroking him. Unfortunately, for him, she by contrast was talking just fine and kept expecting him to respond coherently. "Just play it cool, go with the flow, and don't do anything too drastic. Most importantly, try to steer clear of her pussy. It's the fear of having intercourse with you that is easily the biggest mental block she has to letting go and enjoying herself. But you screwed up on that last Tuesday, from what I understand, so it'll take some time to prove you can be trusted there." "Dang! I know! I feel like shit about that, but it's just so hard not to think it! God dammit, sliding into her tight slit would be so fuckin' great!" Suzanne laughed. "I thought you had a hard time talking about that kind of stuff." The fact was, since he was on the edge of orgasm his sexual thoughts were flowing freely and he wasn't censoring himself as much as usual. "Oh God! NO!" The reason Alan cried "no" was because he was slipping over the edge, losing control of his urge to cum. He was practically doubled over he was fighting it so hard, but it looked like a lost cause. Suzanne though didn't want him to climax just yet, because she had plans for him before he did. So she grasped at the base of his penis and squeezed tightly while trying to make it seem just like some extra vigorous stroking. At the same time, she tapped him on the perineum (the space between his anus and his dick), a little-known technique that sometimes worked to delay climax. Alan felt the surge pass. "Whew! Oh my GOD that was close! Suzy please, don't touch me another second or I'll blow!" She obligingly let go. She didn't like being called just "Suzy" since every time he called her "Aunt" it made her feel more like his real aunt, but she let that go too because she knew he literally wasn't thinking. He flopped back down on the bed like he'd been shot. His erection still poked straight up and it twitched wildly. It was still touch and go and an intense struggle not to cum just yet. Suzanne just watched for a bit, both impressed at his determination to keep going and amused at his twitching dick, thoroughly soaked with pre-cum. She finally said, "You know what I'm thinking about?" "What?" he gasped. "A trombone. You know how a trombone is a big long thing that slides back and forth? That's what I'm picturing. Kind of like YOUR big long thing sliding in and out of my tight twat." He closed his eyes and groaned. "Gaaawwd!" Suzanne snickered because his penis, already lively, twitched even more frantically after she said that. This is fun! she thought to herself. These are the good times. True, if he and I schemed together we could have more fun faster, but in a way having to change Susan's way of thinking without any overt help could be an even more exciting challenge than with his help. Speaking of which, it's time to get the ball rolling. "Sweetie, I'm gonna go take a short bathroom break. It's probably good timing, because now that you got me thinking about your big tool pulsing and throbbing and how it could fill me up deep inside, anything I say isn't likely to help you recover. I'm probably just going to end up talking more about the way your eight manly inches would make me scream to the heavens as you coat the insides of my pussy with your seed." Alan whimpered miserably. She chuckled. "So I'll be back in a few, okay?" Alan just turned to look at her and nodded. He was in agony, but it was an amazingly pleasurable agony. He was riding a buzz right on the edge and didn't even have to touch himself to stay teetering on the edge of a dizzying high. If he actually climaxed, he'd really regret it.
CHAPTER 6
Suzanne got up and left the room. She'd heard the garage door open and close a few minutes earlier (Alan didn't notice since he was so out of it he could barely string a coherent sentence together). She knew that had to be Susan, returning from the same party she had left earlier to be with Alan. Then she walked down to the bathroom adjoining Susan's bedroom. She'd heard Susan milling about in there, which fit in perfectly with her plans. She knocked on Susan's door and then opened it up before Susan could answer it.
Susan was in the middle of undressing from the clothes she wore at the party. Standing in just her underwear, she turned to the door and shrieked, "Suzanne! What are you doing?!" "Oh. I see. Well, sure, but could you give me some privacy, please?"
Suzanne could have headed to the bathroom, but she just stood there at the door, staring at Susan. "Sure. Sorry. But I figure it's really no big deal, is it? I mean, it's just between us girls, right? Besides, take a look at me. I just came - in more senses than one - from having your son's dick sliding in and out of my mouth, so there's not much point in modesty, is there?"
"No, I suppose not..." Susan still held a shirt she was about to put on, but she was frozen with paralysis. She looked at Suzanne stretched out in a sexy pose, acting and looking like some kind of sex goddess come to Earth. Her eyes were particularly glued to the white gobs on Suzanne's face.
Susan raised a hand to her own cheek. "Um... I think you have something right here." She pointed on her cheek where the spot was on Suzanne's.
Suzanne crossed the room to where Susan stood. "Do I? Oh, it's probably just some of Alan's cum. He shoots so much that I never seem able to swallow it all. I can never get enough of his sweet seed, but it would be greedy of me to take all of it. Do you want to clean it off for me?"
Susan protested indignantly, "Suzanne!"
But Suzanne teased her encouragingly, "I won't tell!"
"It's so improper."
"But so yummy. Oh well. Your loss." Suzanne licked up the gob Susan had been pointing out and scooped it into her mouth. She made a face of supreme satisfaction while she savored it. She deliberately left some other gobs dangling to tempt Susan some more. The anguish on Susan's face was obvious as she watched the gob disappear.
Then Suzanne said, "By the way, what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm just changing clothes from the party. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, but it looks like you're about to put a top on without removing your undies first. What's up with that? What about our 'no undies' agreement?"
Susan stuttered, "Well, yeah, but Ron will be home later."
Suzanne spoke firmly yet with feigned confusion. "I don't remember anything in the agreement about exceptions for husbands. We are to dress to sexually arouse our son, er, I meant your son. Period. Our wearing underwear does not help him empty his balls into our throats, so we don't wear them. Period. Unless of course he asks us to dress that way, and then we must do as he says. What part of that do you have trouble with?"
Susan pouted, "You're making it sound like, in theory, that Alan has total control over what clothes I wear."
"Yes. And what clothes you don't wear. So? Are you not willing to help him with visual stimulation?"
"Well, I am, but... Well, I dunno. For one thing, I don't want Ron to suspect."
They were standing in front of Susan's closet. Suzanne stepped forward and picked out a white blouse. It was thick and frumpy looking. "Here. Then wear this. Sure, there'll be a whole lot of bouncin' goin' on, but Ron won't know enough to suspect a thing. But at the same time, Alan will know what to look for and he'll see that you're properly obeying his orders. That'll make him so stiff and happy that he'll wish it was your mouth he was shooting a load into next time."
Alan in fact had never given orders to anyone about not wearing underwear, but Suzanne knew what to say to appeal to Susan's submissive side.
Suzanne stood there and watched while Susan meekly changed into the white blouse Suzanne had picked out for her. It shamed Susan to stand naked while being closely observed changing, but it also turned her on. All the while, she complained about how unfair and underhanded it was to Ron, but Suzanne always had an answer to her objections. Suzanne looked down at herself and said, "You're right. I was wearing those as protection while I was blowing Alan, since you'd asked me to at least wear panties while doing that. But you make an excellent point that that's hypocritical. The only time we should wear panties or any other clothes is if it helps him spew fountains of cum all over us." Without further ado, she pulled her black thong off and tossed it aside. Susan immediately rushed over, picked it up, and handed it back to her. She didn't want Ron wondering about mysterious thongs lying on the floor that were soaked in someone else's pussy juice. But by this time, Susan's chest was heaving with arousal and she was so flustered that she didn't have anything to say. With a happy "Thanks," Suzanne went off to Susan's bathroom.
By the time Suzanne came back, Susan was fully dressed in the white blouse and a long black skirt.
Susan asked her best friend, "Do I have to stay dressed like this even after Ron comes home? I feel so naked. Even though I look dressed out the outside, I feel like I'm completely exposed."
"But of course. Do you think Alan's needs suddenly stop when Ron is here? I've been tolerant of your slack attitude about wearing underwear around Ron these past few days, but you really need to keep your end of your agreements."
"Do you think it's noticeable that I'm naked under my blouse and skirt?" Susan shifted her weight back and forth, causing her breasts to wobble wildly inside her shirt. It was blatantly obvious to anyone with eyes that see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra. Admittedly, it was a very confining blouse, but Susan was so endowed that even heavy bras didn't slow her down much, and when she wore no bra and had stiffly aroused nipples besides, no blouse could hide the bouncy party going on underneath.
But Suzanne raised a hand to her mouth and struck a thoughtful pose as she stared at Susan turning this way and that. "I don't know," she finally said, blatantly lying. "It's hard to tell. You can't really ask me because I already know you're bra-less. You need an impartial observer."
Suzanne's eyes lit up as she pretended to have a Eureka moment. "I know! Put your high heels on - the spiky black ones - and ask Alan. You know he'll give you his honest opinion. I'll see you there in a few minutes."
Suzanne hurried down the hallway, knocked on Alan's door, and let herself inside. She saw that Alan was just how he was when he left, lying on his bed with his erection pointing straight up.
She hurried to him, asking, "How you feeling, Sweetie? Rested?"
"Yeah. I'm still pretty close to the edge, but I'm okay. Look how it still sticks up so hard and high all on its own, even as I'm lying down. I didn't even know penises could defy gravity like that."
"Mmmm. Looks tasty." The buxom red-head dropped to her knees at the edge of the bed and started licking.
She deliberately limited herself to licking because she wanted to be free to talk. Between licks, she said, "By the way, Susan will be here any second to ask you about what she's wearing. No need to stop what we're doing, just act casual and roll with the punches, okay?"
"Okay! ... But, uh, Mom's been having issues with this kind of thing. How do we know where her current boundaries lie?" "We don't. Truth is, they're shifting all the time. But I got her pretty horny just now so I think she'll be pretty flexible, even though she might not look that way at first. Remember: stayed relaxed, and follow my lead." "Okay." Alan closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. He left the thinking to
Suzanne. She was very good at that. However, she hesitated before leaving her room. She paced around, thinking, I don't know. I just don't know! It's true I need to check if this top looks improper, but Suzanne's been acting so strange lately. If I go in there, there's no telling just WHAT kind of lewd and licentious behavior might be going on! She could be stroking his lovely member, or blowing it, or, or.. worse! And since when did Tiger get total say over what I can wear? I sure wish I would have understood that when I agreed to this no panties rule. I guess it's too late now. I just hope he doesn't abuse the rule. I mean, we also could be eating as a family at dinner, with Ron there too, and Alan could just announce out of the blue, "Mom. Strip. Now." And then I'd have to stand up and take all my clothes off! Ron would see I hadn't been wearing any underwear in the first place. What could I say to my husband then? The worst part of it is that I know the whole thing would get me so uncontrollably horny that I'd probably drop to my knees and stuff my son's monstrous member deep down my throat, even if he didn't ask me to!
Oh dear. I getting all wet again. That's another problem with this no undies rule. I'm staining all my clothes and just about every chair I sit on. I'm going to have to ask Suzanne what to do about that.
What if the solution is to just go completely bare assed and sit only on plastic chairs? God, that makes me so HOT! My bare pussy would be creaming just about everywhere I go! Heck, it already is, the only difference would be going naked all the time. Heck, even that wouldn't be so different, the way Tiger is always talking me out of my clothes. Oh! So hot!
I should really wait and calm down before I go in there. On the other hand, the longer I wait, the more likely Suzanne will be up to something sinful and naughty.
She decided to take deep breaths and slowly count to ten before leaving her room. However, that hardly helped at all and she was panting with excitement before she even reached Alan's door.
She knocked. "Tiger? You in there?"
"Yeah, Mom!" Alan shouted back.
Suzanne doubted anyone could hear through the door, but she whispered just to be safe, "Sweetie, that's her. Finally. Now, I don't want to plot with you, but just keep in mind it would be a good thing if you could steer the conversation around to ordering her to take her clothes off."
"What?!" he whispered back.
"Can I come in?" Susan asked through the door. "Are you decent?"
"Sure."
Susan cautiously opened the door. She gasped in surprise at the sight of Suzanne kneeling
before him while she lovingly stroked his slippery erection. Suzanne's head was bent down and she was alternately licking and blowing on it, too.
"Suzanne! What's going on
here?!" Susan's anger morphed
into a too-long suppressed hunger for cock. After nearly a minute, a very long minute, she
snapped out of it enough to reply, "Yes! Of course I mind!" Alan just kept his head low and
tried to stay out of any argument. Alan looked down at himself. "Well, I am still wearing a T-shirt. I would be pretty decent if it wasn't for what Suzanne's doing to me." It was a lame answer, but the only one he could think of since his IQ dropped about in half when Suzanne was doing to him what she was doing right now.
There was another pause. Susan was too transfixed by the handjob plus the licking to
think. Finally she nervously asked, "What if it wasn't me who
walked in? I mean, what I mean is, what if it had been my husband or
Katherine or, or, or... your daughter who walked in here? Especially my husband?
What would you have said?" Suzanne returned her gaze to the penis right in front
of her face, and caressed it lovingly. She let out a big breath of air onto Alan's spongy penis head, causing him to shiver all over.
Susan found herself walking further into the room. The fear of getting caught gave her the presence of mind to at least close the door behind her, and she did. She closed her eyes and said, "Um, I just won't look. Anyway, the reason I came in was to ask you a question, Tiger. Do you notice anything unusual about the way I'm dressed?" Alan had been luxuriating in Suzanne's ministrations so much that he hadn't been paying much attention to Susan's appearance after noticing she was wearing her frumpy old-styled clothes. But now he gave her a more thorough visual examination. The first thing he noticed was that Susan's chest was heaving up and down so much that it was almost like she was lightly jumping. He saw her hard nipples poking out and knew immediately that she was bra-less. He decided she was worth checking out after all. Before he said anything, Susan asked, "Do you think... Er... What do you think Ron would think of this?" Alan knew that Susan wanted a certain answer, but he didn't know what it was. He wished Suzanne could have clued him in a bit more, after all. He decided to use the old psychologist trick of stalling for time by answering a question with a question. "What do YOU think?" Susan found herself staring at him again, and her eyes ended up glued to his crotch. Belatedly realizing this, she turned away and said, "I can't do this. I'd better come back later when you two are done. How can
I hold a conversation with you when you're ... you're... doing you-know-what!" She tried to think of where he should deposit his cum,
but realized there wasn't a good place that would satisfy Susan's prudish
side. "Quick, Susan, where should he cum?" she finally asked. Alan shot his load towards Suzanne's
face from several inches away. His hot semen shot straight towards her cheek
like a rocket and splattered there.
But after the first two shots of cum squirted out, Suzanne opened her mouth wide and quickly redirected
its aim with her hand so that it mostly went inside her mouth instead.
She also closed the distance until her mouth was almost
on his prick, like she had leaned into a drinking fountain for a delicious,
cool drink. She took most of the rest of his many ropes without making
much more of a mess. Suzanne noticed, but pretended that she hadn't. Not giving Susan any chance to recover, she said, "Okay, now that's done, Susan, you can ask your question." "What? Oh... Question?" She was out of it. It was like she'd been swept away in a raging river of lust and she still hadn't found her bearings and come back to shore. Alan too was wiped out, but he decided he'd better keep the conversation going before Susan fully recovered from what was an obvious orgasm, and possibly slipped back into her prudish mode. He said, "Mom, you were asking me about your outfit. Did I think if Ron would like it. Sure. Why wouldn't he like it?" Flustered and still panting, she asked, "No. I meant, is there anything odd that Ron might notice?" "Oh. You mean, like the way you're not wearing any underwear?" Susan gasped in horror. "You noticed?!" Alan was surprised Susan could think there was any question in the matter. He started to reply, "Well..." But then he remembered Suzanne's suggestion that he order Susan to take her clothes off. He didn't understand what that was about, but he knew Suzanne's suggestions led to good things and he was always delighted to see Susan naked, even if he'd just climaxed and his penis at least couldn't enjoy it as much as usual. He didn't have the heart to order her around, but he said, "Prove it. Why don't you take it all off so we can see if you are or not?" Susan's hands reflexively flew up to her chest. "You want me to take my clothes off?! All of them?" Alan looked at Suzanne, who gave him an encouraging nod. He turned back to Susan and grinned. "Yeah." It wasn't exactly an order, but it was about as close to one as the polite Alan could get with his mother. Susan's hands trembled as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Meanwhile, she said angrily, "I don't know WHAT'S going on around here. Everywhere I look, there's stroking and sucking and nudity. Sinfulness and depravity at every turn! What would my husband think if he could see me now? Answer me that! Are you happy? Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Well, I hope you're happy because I think I have!" But while she sounded angry, her body told a different story. She was taking her clothes off under duress, but at the same time with enthusiasm. She had a pained and fierce look on her face, but she also had an extra wiggle in her hip, and an extra and proud up-thrust to her chest. Alan didn't like to hear words like "degrading humiliation" from his mother and was going to tell her to stop. However, Suzanne was still sitting before him watching the spectacle too, and she sensed his mood. She grabbed his arm right away so he looked at her and she caught his eye. Knowing what he was thinking, she shook her head no. Then Suzanne spoke for him. "Susan, Alan here told you to take your clothes off. I think that was a clear command. And look! I can hardly believe it, but he's hard YET AGAIN! This is the third time in less than an hour! See what you do to him, Susan?" Alan didn't feel like he was commanding anyone to do anything and he didn't want his mother feeling bad, much less humiliated. So he said encouragingly, "Yeah, Mom. I can't believe it either, but it's true. You make me so stiff, all the time. I love how you're so willing to help me out. Thanks for always being- OH GOD! JESUS H. CHRIST!" He suddenly cried out because right then Suzanne bend over and without warning, took his new erection in her mouth. Not only that, but in one fell swoop she took it all the way in to the base. Technically it was a deep throat because she went past her gag reflex, but she immediately pulled back to where she was only sucking on about half on it, so Alan wasn't sure if she could deep throat him or not. Susan was still bent over with her legs spread, reluctantly showing her son her wet pussy and yet gladly wiggling her ass, when she heard the scream. She immediately pulled back up and turned around to find out what was happening. She complained as she took off the rest of her clothes, "AGAIN?! SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! Don't you ever take that thing out of your mouth? Please, some dignity! Spare me!" Suzanne was just starting to hit a good bobbing rhythm, but she immediately stopped and pulled off. "'Spare me,' you said? Okay, I'll spare this load for you. It's only fair since I had the last two. Tiger, do you want your mother to finish sucking your cock?" "Do I ever! Sweetness! Thanks, Mom! You're the best." Susan stood there naked but for her high heels, her arms crossed under her chest in an unconsciously boob boosting pose. She was trying to be angry, but she was too aroused to do it well. "Now hold on a minute. You know I can't do that. I'm a married woman! My husband could be home any minute! Oh my goodness, he could! Suzanne, when is he supposed to be back?" "You told me not until dinner," Suzanne answered. "You have time for a nice long suck." She stroked Alan's erection with one hand, but at the same time she was pointing it directly at Susan and offering it to her. Susan exclaimed with indignation, "Suzanne, I forbid this behavior in this house! I forbid it!" But even as Susan said this, she felt her pussy tingle more urgently with delight. Her whole body tingled and her nipples in particular demanded to be squeezed and sucked. She was filled with the desire to throw caution to the wind and fling herself across the room so she could wrap her lips around her son's proud rod. It was only the fear of Ron coming home and catching her that held her back. Suzanne still had a few gobs of cum on her face from Alan's first climax and a lot more from his second climax. Now that Susan was staring at Suzanne (since her face was still inches from the top of Alan's dick and in fact was still blowing lightly on it) she was electrified by seeing all that dripping cum. She wanted to be painted just like that with her son's sperm. And if she couldn't have that, at the very least she had the urge to help Suzanne lick the cum off of her face. She
ran her own hands over her own face, as if feeling for cum gobs there. Suzanne changed Susan's meaning by correcting, "No cocksucking Alan's big erection in front of you when your husband is in danger of coming home. Fair enough. I can agree to that." Seeing the hungry look in Susan's eyes, she added, "But what are we going to do about all this cum? As you know, really the only way to get rid of his
cum is to eat it. He keeps filling my mouth to the brim. I've got so much sperm in my tummy that I feel full. Would you like to take care of the leftovers on my face? I feel greedy eating all of it." She
scooped a big gob of cum off of her cheek and presented the gob-soaked
finger to Susan. Susan stared back and forth between Alan's stiff erection (still being held and lightly stroked) and Suzanne's cum soaked face. With her hands over her pussy her big urge right now was to finger herself and reach the climax she felt to be so close at hand. But with her last shreds of willpower, she wordlessly opened the door and staggered off to her bedroom. She was almost too weak in the knees to walk and the hallway seemed to shift around on its own as if she was drunk. She finally made it to her room, slammed the door shut, and fell to the ground. With a loud cry that Alan and Suzanne could easily hear, she plunged three fingers into her hot box and got the orgasmic satisfaction she desperately needed. Then she got up to cool herself off with a cold shower. As her orgasmic high faded, feelings of shame and humiliation welled up. She realized with embarrassment that she'd left her blouse and skirt on the floor of Alan's bedroom and prayed that Suzanne would take care of that before Ron found out. She was too frightened to go back to Alan's room for fear of losing control. After Susan left, Suzanne was all smiles. She licked her way all around Alan's penis head a couple of times and then looked up into his eyes. "Good job, Sweetie. That went just as I'd hoped. Now we've got all these inches of cock to take care of. So very many inches of mouthwatering fuck meat! Whatever will I do with them?" Showing remarkable agility, she wrapped her long tongue halfway around his shaft and stroked it up and down, just like it was a finger. Alan just groaned and sighed contentedly as Suzanne unleashed her incredible oral talents on him. But after dinner, Ron left the house to spend time with some business partners. Alan and Katherine both had plans with their friends too, so Susan was left temporarily alone. But not for long. Suzanne came over and tried her best to build on what Susan had seen earlier in the day and get Susan even more sexually excited for her son. Suzanne realized that every time Susan had an intense sexual experience with her son, there was always a backlash. But she was getting better at being there at the right time and talking with her extensively to minimize the intensity of the backlash. The truth was, Suzanne could talk Eskimos into buying refrigerators, and then sell them some snow to put in it. Because Susan trusted Suzanne implicitly, she didn't even comprehend what was happening. For instance, that morning Susan had woken with a vague understanding that all the females frequenting the Plummer house would try not to wear underwear, to help Alan with visual stimulation. By the time Suzanne was done with her post-dinner talk, Susan was convinced that Alan had issued an ironclad order that gave him complete control over what Susan could wear or not wear. To wear underwear without getting permission at least from Suzanne, or better, Alan, was now all but unthinkable. But no matter what Suzanne said or did, she still had huge hurdles to overcome. It was like the myth of Sisyphus, where every time a bolder was pushed to the top of a mountain it would roll back down again and one would have to start all over. Susan believed deep down that incest was wrong and adultery was wrong. Suzanne could get Susan to lose control for a little while, but Susan's underlying guilt simply would not go away. This distressed Suzanne because she genuinely wanted her best friend to be happy. She felt that curing her from her "religious mumbo jumbo" beliefs was the key to her happiness, and she longed to finally unchain Susan's sexuality and let it loose, the way Suzanne loved living a sexually uninhibited life. She vowed to keep pushing and pushing until she could make a permanent change in Susan's psyche, using Susan's lust for her son as the main lever. Suzanne didn't want to tell Susan the whole truth; she knew Susan still wasn't ready for that. But she decided to tell her a mostly true account of some of it. "Well, as you know, I've cheated on my husband for years now. And maybe there's truth in the saying that it takes one to know one. I could just tell. His sexual neglect of you, for instance, was such a huge sign. So finally, I decided to check my suspicions. I figured what he was doing took place out of town since he's so rarely in town in the first place. So I did a little snooping around your house - sorry about that, by the way - and I found some of his old cell phone bills. There were lots of phone calls overseas and I'm sure you never gave the numbers on them a second thought." "No. He has to call people all over the world as part of his work." "I know. But I called up a few of the Thailand ones at random using a wrong number type ruse. Can you think of any reason why he has to call massage parlors? Frankly, some of the places didn't even use the pretense of pretending to be a massage parlor." Susan held her hands over her open mouth and gasped. "Really?!" "Would I lie to you?" Remembering all her recent lies to her best friend, she said, "Well, okay, to tell the truth I do tell little white lies here and there. But I would never lie about something like this, I swear to God. We can even go to the den and look 'cos I'm sure there are more bills that'll show the same. The thing is, he knows how trusting you are, so he's sloppy. He hardly even bothers to cover his tracks." "How long have you known?" "Well, to be honest, I've all but known for years. You marriage has just been so... off. But I didn't actually check the phone bills until shortly after he left last time. That was what? Nine months ago?" "Why didn't you tell me last Monday?!" "Well, I thought about it, but the fact was I didn't think you were ready. Think how devastated you would have been. But then, when Alan's medical treatment started, that changed things. And when Ron unexpectedly came back, that forced my hand. I wasn't going to let you sleep with him after he's been to God only knows how many skanky massage parlors. Frankly, I don't even like the idea of you kissing him." "What does Alan's medical treatment have to do with it?" Honestly, finding out about Ron's cheating was one reason why Suzanne had decided to actually go through with the six times a day scheme in the first place, because she no longer had to feel bad if she broke up Susan's marriage, and she knew Susan would need a replacement right away. Luckily, Alan was turning eighteen soon and that was the last piece that fell in place for her scheme to go forward. But she couldn't explain any of that. Instead, she again gave a limited selection of true statements. "Susan, think about how crushed you would have been if you would have found out about this nine months ago. I know you. You would have been absolutely devastated. Even a week or two ago, it would have been really bad. But now, I tell you these things, and you're hurt and disappointed, yes, but it wasn't that big of a deal, considering your two decades of marriage. You hardly even cried. Why?" "You're right. But I don't know why." Suzanne explained confidently, "Because you've found a new mate in Alan. You're a very giving person. You find satisfaction in helping and serving. True, Alan and you already loved each other, but now you have a new vital connection with him. Remember what I said about how handjobs and blowjobs can serve as a bonding mechanism? The more loads your son shoots down your throat, the more the love between you grows. I've been waiting for that new bond to strengthen before hitting you with the depressing evidence." Susan thought about that for a while. Then she said, "I suppose there's some truth in what you're saying. I do feel this new bonding, and it has helped me quickly get over Ron's cheating. But the whole thing is screwed up, because Alan is my SON! And I'm still married! I mean, it's not like I can divorce Ron and marry Alan, so all of this is lunacy. It's a mirage! It's like.... I lost something real with Ron and I'm clinging to a mirage of a lifeboat to save me!" Seeing that Susan was starting to get despondent and was even on her way to becoming hysterical, Suzanne cut in. "It's not like that at all. Your marriage to Ron is the mirage. It's fake. All hat, no cattle. The love between you and Alan is what's real. I've cried inside watching you try for years - YEARS - to make a real emotional connection with a man who was only interested in you as a symbol of a wife! He doesn't appreciate you and he never will. I don't have to argue that because you know I'm right." Susan fought back tears. "True, maybe there's some truth there, but I made a marriage vow way back when to stick with him for better or for worse. It's my bad luck that I'm stuck with the worse part." "Bah! When he cheated on you so much he made that marriage contract null and void. I'm not going to let you quietly suffer the rest of your life. Am I not your best friend? Have I ever steered you wrong?" "Yes you are, and not often." "Well then, trust me. Everything is going to work out, I promise. In fact, I feel better about your future now than I ever have before. There's a new sexy Susan coming to life, and I think she's great!" "You do?" Susan pouted. "I don't know about that. The new sinful Susan, maybe. The shame of the family, bound straight to Hell or prison, unable to look herself in the eye slutty Susan, is more like it." She sighed. "No wonder Ron cheats on me. I'm a hopeless case." "Susan, may I remind you that Ron effectively abandoned you, AND starting cheating on you, years and years before the new sexy Susan showed up? You should be proud of yourself! You've had misplaced loyalties and now things are coming together like they should be." Susan sighed. "Well, Ron may be slutting it up with half of Thailand, but unfortunately I can't do much about it. I'm just a homemaker. Angel and Tiger are poised to go to good colleges and these days that'll cost a couple of hundred thousand dollars. Where is the money going to come from, if not from Ron?" "Don't you remember what I told you before? You don't have to worry about any of that. And if worse comes to worse with money, I'll be there for you." Suzanne grasped her best friend's hand and squeezed it tightly. "We're a team, aren't we?" Susan squeezed back, but without much enthusiasm. "Thanks. We are." She added with more spirit, "You're such a good friend. Where would I be without you?" Then she lifted her head hopefully. "Do you think... Is there any chance all those massage parlor visits could just be to really get a massage?" Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Susan, this is Bangkok we're talking about. Sex tourism capital of the world. Most of the girls in those massage parlors don't even know HOW to give a massage. Believe me, I know things that you don't want to know. Sorry." "Dammit!" "Hey!" Suzanne said brightly. "I've got an idea. When we're down in the dumps, what better way to pick ourselves up than play dress up?" "Dress up? I've never played dress up with you. Or anyone else for that matter. In fact, I've been doing far too much dressing down lately." "That was the old Susan, the prudish Susan. The new sexy Susan just loves playing dress up. Basically, we'll go to your room and just try on some clothes. I'll bring over a big bunch of mine and you can try those on too since we're the exact same size." "And?" Susan complained. "So what if we do?" "The goal is to find some really sexy outfits that'll make Alan especially hot and hard. Just think. When Ron leaves, you're going to want to dress more sexily than the kind of clothes
you're wearing now, right?" "I don't know," Susan said, newly alarmed at not having anything that sexy to wear. "Well, let's go upstairs and figure it out. You know these friends of Ron and how he gets when he starts drinking. He won't be back for hours." Suzanne also brought a bottle of red wine along and made sure Susan drank her fair share. Before long, the clothes chosen grew more daring. Soon they were taking their underwear off and on as much as their outer clothes. Suzanne kept coming up with more explicit terminology to discuss the clothes. For instance, after one outfit looked especially good on Susan, she said, "Girl, he'll definitely fill your mouth with cum after seeing that one!" After another even sexier one, she fanned herself and said, "He's gonna squirt a whole gallon of sticky goo down your throat, if you wear that!" Susan found herself getting into it and ate up all the compliments. She decided that she absolutely loved playing dress up. By and by, the fact that they were naked more often than clothed ceased to bother her and she would take the outfits on and off quickly so she could get back to a state of nakedness. At one point when they were trying out some of Suzanne's sexiest lacy bras, Susan asked out of the blue, "Suzanne, which one of us really has the bigger
chest? I mean, I know we wear the same bra size, but one of us has
to be bigger, if only a little. Who is it?" Susan finally couldn't resist the sight. She told herself it was okay since both of them wore bras, so all she was doing was touching bras. |
Susan pulled the
towel up to her chest, which effectively covered her crotch, but she
just held it with one hand over her cleavage and left almost all of
her tits still uncovered. She stared down in horror at Alan's manhood.
But she loved even more what happened in the wake of her passing. For instance, the low buzz of hushed whispers, talking about her. Or the grunt and crash of a guy walking into something and falling over because he'd been so distracted by her that he wasn't watching where he was going. Sweetest of all to her ears was the sound of a sharp smack by a bitterly envious girl slapping her boyfriend's face to try and get him to stop gawking at Heather's magnificent ass as it swayed its way into the distance.
Additionally, as good as Heather and Simone looked from afar, they looked even better standing in bikinis only a few feet away. Heather wore a dark red bikini that stood out against her lighter skin while Simone wore a light orange bikini that stood out against her darker skin. They were the hottest of the hot and the coolest of the cool, and they knew it.
Alan noticed that Simone also prodded Heather by squeezing her ass cheek where her hand still lay. Despite the harsh words, his penis was as hard as it could get as fantasies of Simone and Heather naked together drifted through his head.
She continued to sit there with her mouth gaping open and her eyes closed, as if she expected him to put his penis in her mouth right there and then. Even worse, she'd taken off a top she had on earlier, and now wore nothing but a very revealing, very low-cut dress plus pantyhose. One hand clutched at her chest and the other seemed to look for her pussy but was at least temporarily stymied by the dress. 
She
was dressed in some variant of biker gear, an extremely unusual look
compared to her usual sophisticated tastes. The black look contrasted
dramatically and effectively with her pale alabaster skin and dark reddish
brown hair. Her tight black leather shorts were dramatically unbuttoned.
Her black top had a wonder-bra type feature that pushed her firm and high breasts even farther forward than usual. On Suzanne, a bra like that was about as necessary as giving billionaire Bill Gates
more money.
She took every
last drop of his load in her mouth. She was great at swallowing.
He was feeling bad about saying that though, but before he could say anything more, she said, "If you really have to think about sliding this big fat thing into someone's hot slit, why not think about doing that with mine? Now, I'm not saying we can do that because I have my moral code too and I've explicitly promised Susan that isn't going to happen. At least not yet. Who knows what the future might bring, though. Imagine boning and banging your big-titted auntie's hot box on a daily basis!"
"Oh, didn't you hear me? I guess I was knocking too quietly at first. In any case, the other bathroom is out of toilet paper so I was wondering if I could use this one." She was pleased as punch that Susan was getting undressed; she had waited the exact right amount of time from when she'd heard Susan's car arrive. She gloated, A perfect scheme, perfectly timed! Heh-heh!
When Susan was done putting on the blouse (but still naked below the waist), she turned to Suzanne again and it fully registered what her friend was wearing. "Hey! Who are you to talk about the no undies rule? You're wearing panties too. True, they're thongs, but those still count."
"D-d-d-d-do
I mind?" Susan's eyes were fixated on Alan's firm erection. Suzanne had cleverly
positioned herself to make sure Susan had a good view from the door.
But Suzanne said, "Too
late! Sweetie, aim for my face!"
After opening her blouse wide to expose her tits, she left the blouse on. She turned around, pulled her skirt up, and thrust her ass up in the air. Swaying her ass back and forth provocatively, she complained, "Look! I'm not wearing any undies! No panties, no bra. Are you satisfied? Can I end this degrading humiliation now?"
So they went to Susan's bedroom and tried on some clothes. At first, Susan remained depressed and disengaged, but Suzanne slowly got her to loosen up. Knowing that Alan was the key to Susan's new sexuality, Suzanne kept the focus on Alan and talked in increasingly explicit terms. With the goal being to get him hard, she began describing the clothes they tried on in terms of his penis. For instance, she called a great outfit "an extra incher" for making his erection grow an extra inch more than normal, and a really great outfit was a "two extra incher."
It was
hardly the most accurate way to measure boobs, but Susan felt so tipsy
and sexy that she couldn't think straight and thought it sounded reasonable.
She hesitated, but Suzanne thrust her tits out provocatively.