Anyone For Tennis?: Part 3

CHAPTER 7

Alan climbed back up the two flights of stairs to his room, to recuperate and to do a little reading. But when he opened his door he was in for a big surprise.

Susan still lay on his bed, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. The fingers of one hand were deep in her cunt while her other hand mauled her tits. She was headed for yet another orgasm; she'd lost count of just how many she'd had while anticipating and fantasizing about her turn to suck her son off later in the day. Her clothes lay scattered on the floor beside the bed.

She was so carried away with what she was doing to herself that she hadn't noticed him opening the door.

He decided it was better that way. He knew she'd be mortified if she got caught like this, and that was the kind of thing that could trigger her guilt and some kind of backlash.

It might have been different if he'd been more aroused. He could easily have gotten carried away from watching the sexy scene. But although he was extremely stimulated mentally by what he saw, his penis was still down for the count, since he'd climaxed with Suzanne only a short time ago.

So, after taking a mental picture to savor later, he carefully and quietly closed the door.

Unable to use his own room, he wandered back downstairs. No one appeared to be around and he didn't feel like doing anything special. He felt mentally exhausted by all the stunning events in his life lately.

He sat on a sofa in the living room, turned on the TV, and found a college football game to watch. He was a big football fan, but only for professional football, and especially for his nearest home team, the San Diego Chargers. So he didn't pay much attention to the game on TV.

He found himself spacing out, thinking, I'm suffering from mental whiplash. So many things have happened in just the last day or two. And Mom! Her attitude has totally changed, especially in these past few days. I mean, even as I sit here she's up in my room, naked and masturbating! On my bed! And this is a woman who, well - I know she looks like a goddess, but I always saw her as a MOM, basically without any sex drive. She was always so typically mom-ish, despite her busty beauty. But she's totally in heat right now, over ME! It's crazy!

He closed his eyes, just to rest a little bit during the commercials. But he immediately fell asleep on the sofa.

The next thing he knew, Susan was standing over him, shaking his shoulder. "Tiger? Tiger, time to wake up. I think you've had a long enough nap, especially so early in the day."

He felt disoriented. He sat up - he'd slumped down in the sofa unknowingly when he'd drifted off - and turned around. Susan was there, but she was wearing her old non-sexy clothes and looking perfectly normal. This was confusing, because he somehow pictured her still masturbating nude on his bed. "Um..." was all he could manage.

Suzanne walked past, carrying bags of groceries into the kitchen. She was dressed in non-sexual clothing as well, at least by her standards. "Howdy, Sweetie," she said in passing. "Have a good nap?"

"Um, yeah." Wow. Aunt Suzy. Was my dick really all the way down her throat just a little while ago? How weird is that? Now, everything seems strangely normal. Trying to hide his confusion, he got up and helped bring in more of the groceries.

A few minutes later, he sat at the kitchen counter, sharing some newly bought pineapple juice with Susan and Suzanne. Things were so normal and non-sexual that it was still discombobulating for him.

He thought, I guess there are times things are going to be wild and crazy, and other times that are just gonna be the same ol' same ol'. I have to get used to these swings. It's fitting that they went shopping, 'cos it's a good reminder that normal tasks like buying food and fixing and eating it still have to take place. I need to make space for both sexual AND non-sexual things in my new life.

With that in mind, he suggested, "Hey, you know what would be fun? Why don't we play tennis? Aunt Suzy, is your court free?"

She smiled. "Let me check the schedule." She stared off into space for a few seconds before smiling at him knowingly. "You know it is. It hasn't gotten much use lately."

Everyone in the Plummer and Pestridge families played tennis, since the Pestridges had their own private court in their backyard and the two families were so closely intertwined. But skill and interest levels varied. For instance, in the past Brad and Eric had played tennis a lot, but they had stopped once the Pestridge family had effectively split in two and Eric gained so much weight, while Brad got interested in playing football instead. Everyone else was very athletic and fit, and could play pretty well.

The main reason the court wasn't being used much lately was because Alan was usually the main instigator for playing tennis, and during the fall he played very little at home since he was playing at school five times a week. But it was the weekend and he was in the mood to do something "normal" and non-sexual, so he said, "Let's do it, then. Are Amy or Sis around? If not, we could have a threesome."

Susan suddenly blushed, and Suzanne laughed. Alan was caught between embarrassment and amusement at his accidental double meaning.

Suzanne quipped, "Excellent idea, Sweetie! But we've got everything we need right here. We can play with your balls, and maybe you have something long and hard we can hold tightly and swing around?"

Susan's blush deepened. "Suzanne! Really!"

Inspired by that reaction, Suzanne went on, "Susan, what if you and I try to take him on, two-on-one? I think we could lick him. Do you agree? Do you think we could give him a good licking if we work as a team?"

Susan gaped in shock and clutched at her hefty rack, thanks to the obvious double meaning of licking. Her heart was suddenly thumping hard as she envisioned sharing a blowjob with her best friend. She was speechless.

He thought with amusement, Well, I suppose things aren't gonna go all the way back to normal, even during "down times." I love how Mom can still get that embarrassed about such mild joking around. Sweetness!

But Suzanne said, "Seriously though, tennis is a good idea. I've got some things to do, and the others are out and about, but you two can play."

So Alan and Susan went upstairs to change clothes and get their equipment while Suzanne finished shelving the rest of the groceries.

The two of them met up back in the dining room and made ready to go to the Pestridge tennis court via the sliding back door and the path between their backyards.

However, before they could leave, Suzanne came out of the kitchen and looked Alan and Susan over as if they were having a formal inspection. She gave Alan only a cursory look since he was in his usual shorts and T-shirt, then she focused her attention on Susan. Finally, she said to her, "I hope you're not planning on going like THAT!"

Susan was suddenly very worried. It seemed her world had gone topsy-turvy lately, and she never knew what to expect anymore. She asked, "What's wrong? These are the kind of clothes I've always worn to play tennis."

"That's the problem," Suzanne stated. "Need I remind you about the visual stimulation rule? No undies! Period!"

Susan complained, "But wait! You told me it's okay to wear them when I go out. And you didn't have a problem when I wore undies while I went shopping with you a little while ago. In fact, you wore undies too."

"Yes, but that's only because we don't want other men to see you looking too sexy. Your hot and curvaceous body is for Sweetie's use and enjoyment only. Ditto for me."

Susan was mortified. "I know that. That's a big part of what it means to be one of his personal cocksuckers. But we're going outside!"

"True, but I happen to know that Brad and Eric are gone all day."

"Fishing?" Alan asked.

"Not this time," Suzanne explained. "They've gone to some car race. Why they'd want to see cars drive around and around in a circle for hours is beyond me, but that's what they're doing. So, Susan, that means no other men could possibly be there, just your cutie Tiger. I think you know what that means."

Susan's nipples sprung to full hardness. She could feel a dizzying wave of lust starting to wash over her. But she pointed out, "Fair enough, except that we'll be playing TENNIS!" She looked down shyly at her huge rack. "You know I have major support issues."

This was a valid point. Just like Suzanne, Susan had to use a special sports bra for extra busty women whenever she took part in any athletic events.

Suzanne knew that, but she said, "Hmmm. Well, let's see what we have to work with. Strip down to your undies."

Susan was incredulous. "What?! Here?!"

"Sure. Why not? Don't talk about modesty when we all know how much you love gobbling Sweetie's fat knob, not to mention showing off your lovely fit yet voluptuous body to him. Come on; we don't have all day."

Suzanne was being a bit harsh, but she wanted to use the tennis practice as another opportunity to break down Susan's sexual barriers, and also to test the link between Susan's humiliation and her libido, based on what she and Alan had been talking about in the basement. That's why Suzanne had said she couldn't play tennis herself that afternoon, when in fact she could have. And that's why she was taking deliberate steps to put Susan back into a very horny state before the tennis started.

Susan put down her tennis racquet and slowly stripped down to her underwear. Then she bowed her head, closed her eyes, and pinned her arms behind her back. She felt completely ashamed, but her body was also on fire from intense arousal. Alan was staring at her so intently, ogling her with his eyes, it almost felt to her like his hands were wandering all over her body.

"A-ha!" Suzanne exclaimed, after about a minute of letting Susan just stand there in her underwear. "That doesn't look like your heavy-duty sports bra to me. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say that's a very expensive, lacy, revealing, sexy bra. What happened?"

"Um..." Susan was a terrible liar, and couldn't think of a good excuse.

Suzanne prodded, "You wore that less for support and more to titillate and arouse your hunky son, didn't you?"

"Okay. Guilty as charged!" Susan confessed. "But why is that bad? After all, I do want to help with the visual stimulation, and every little bit helps."

"True, but you were lying to both of us. You said you need extra support, but you were hoping your big tits would bounce all over the place during tennis, thanks to your flimsy bra, and that would make Sweetie so hot you'd soon have his thick cock sliding in between your lips! Weren't you?"

Susan just squirmed in place, looking very guilty about that. She shyly muttered, "It is my turn to have him next... What's wrong with wanting to make sure he'll get in the mood?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. Just don't lie to us." Suzanne pressed, "And if you're obeying the visual stimulation rules, you can't be half-way about it. Take off your underwear too."

Susan looked at Suzanne with wide-eyed shock. She'd grown to love getting naked for her son almost any time, but with Suzanne there too and acting like an interrogator, stripping was very humiliating. She whispered, "Do I have to?"

Suzanne crossed her arm and gave her a stern look. "Yes, you do. Since you're a good Christian, let me remind you of Isaiah 47. Do you remember what that says?"

Susan protested, "No. The Bible is a massive tome. You can't expect me to remember an obscure passage like that."

Suzanne put her hands on her hips. "Then, Sweetie, please go to the den and retrieve the Bible from the bookshelf. Then bring it here and read her the passage."

He quickly found the Bible and returned. Suzanne was still glaring at Susan, making her squirm with obvious sexual arousal.

Suzanne took a couple of steps to where he stood and pointed on the pages he had opened. "Read from this line to this line, please."

He found it weird to quote the Bible in such a situation, especially with a raging hard-on in his shorts, but he did so. "'O daughter of Babylonia, never again will you be the lovely princess, tender and delicate. Remove your veil, and strip off your robe. Expose yourself to public view. You will be naked and burdened with shame.'"

Susan gawked in surprise. "The Book of Isaiah says THAT?!"

Alan replied, "It does." He noticed that the next line was, "I will take vengeance against you without pity." That suggested to him that Suzanne was taking the quote out of context, to say the least. But she obviously had her reasons, and he wasn't about to correct her.

Suzanne said, "That's obviously a reference to beautiful women who misbehave. Just like you've misbehaved with your lie about your bra. Beautiful, busty women such as yourself end up naked and humiliated quite a lot. It's all part of serving a powerful and demanding cock. Consider yourself lucky if Sweetie doesn't give you a harsh spanking!"

Susan shook her head in amazement. "Boy! I read the Bible from cover to cover several times over, but it seems I missed all the most interesting parts."

Suzanne chided her, "We're waiting."

Susan bowed her head and closed her eyes again, and then submissively stripped. She was outrageously horny already. She worried that she'd be even more embarrassed when the other two saw how wet her pussy was once she took her panties off, as well as smelling her musky arousal.

Alan didn't know where Suzanne was going with this, so he put the Bible down on the kitchen counter and wisely stayed quiet. Knowing Suzanne, he figured it would lead to very good things. His dick felt like a steel pole in his shorts.

Susan had stripped completely, but she carefully covered her pussy mound with both hands. She didn't want to reveal her wetness, which was getting wetter all the time.

Suzanne simply stood there and stared at her, as if she were trying to make up her mind about something, while in actuality she was just letting both Susan and Alan get more and more aroused from the situation.

Eventually, Suzanne waved her hand in an impatient motion that made clear Susan had to remove her hands from her privates. XX01

Susan's face was beet red as she pinned her hands behind her back. She looked down through her deep cleavage at her soaking pussy, and the rivulets of cum down her inner thighs. Oh dear! Just look at that! I'm so WET! I bet I'm smelling up the whole room too. Why does Tiger always have this effect on me?! She stared at the bulge in his shorts with open desire. It's unfair! He's just too well-hung and sexy!

Now that she was buck naked, Susan kept fidgeting nervously, shifting her weight from one hip to the other. That kept her ripe, bouncy boobs in constant jiggly motion.

Alan seriously considered, Man, I should just take my dick out and stroke it, and damn the consequences! Or, better yet, tell Mom to suck me off, right here and now! She'd do it too, even with Aunt Suzy watching. Just look at her. She's that horny!

But... Aunt Suzy always has some kind of genius, devious plan. I've gotta trust her judgment. It always ends up great for me.

Suzanne finally said to Susan, "Okay, here's the plan. I have to concede that your breasts are so outrageously large that it'll be difficult for you to play tennis without any support at all. But on the other hand, a rule is a rule, no exceptions, and you're not allowed to wear undies around your son. So, what we'll do is, I'll let you use one of my tops. It's tight enough to give some support, kind of like the spandex tops you and I wear for our workouts. It's an exciting red, rather than the traditional tennis white, and it's décolleté enough that you'll be a bouncy, jiggly, bosomy spectacle for Sweetie here, yet not injure your breasts. And of course it goes without saying that you'll play without panties."

Susan's eyes opened in alarm again. "But Suzanne!" One of her hands reflexively came around from her backside to cover her pussy and bush.

Suzanne stared at that hand disapprovingly until Susan finally put it behind her back again. Suzanne told her, "Now, go upstairs and put your undies away. Then I'll take you back to my room and get that top for you."

As Susan put her tennis top and shorts back on, she pouted, "Suzanne, you're such a meanie."

"I can be, but it's for your own good. Rules are rules, and we need to show Sweetie that no one is above them. Not you, not me, not even him." She pointed in Alan's direction.

Susan nodded obediently. She seemed to accept that completely. She never stopped to question where the "no undies" rule came from in the first place.

Suzanne was tickled pink. Knowing how much everyone in the group played tennis, she'd recently bought a top just for the purpose of having Susan wear it for playing Alan in a private setting. It was about as outrageous as it could be while providing just enough support for Susan to run around. Suzanne loved few things more than seeing one of her clever schemes coming together just as she'd hoped.

Once Susan had gone upstairs, Suzanne immediately unzipped Alan's shorts.

"What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, even though the answer was obvious.

As she began to jack him off, she said, "What do you think? Wasn't that hot? I saw you have a big fat boner trapped in there, and I'm helping you enjoy the moment. But don't ask questions, because we've only got a short time until she comes back downstairs."

He looked down at her hand sliding up and down his shaft, and then ogled her body while she sat on the adjacent stool. He nodded.

"Good. Here's the plan. Tennis is a nice idea, and I hope you have fun and get some real exercise. But we can't let up on your mom; we've got to keep her in a state of sexual excitement 24/7 so she'll scrap the rest of her prudish outlook. She may seem pretty hot to trot right now, but we actually still have a long way to go."

He nodded again. He looked down at Suzanne's stroking fingers, then he twisted a bit on his stool and glanced nervously towards the stairs. He knew they'd be able to hear Susan coming down the stairs before she could see them, but he was still worried about getting caught like this. (Although, had he been thinking clearly, he might have realized there was nothing "illegal" about what they were doing, according to the current house rules.)

Suzanne continued, "So, after you've had a good workout, try to push her sexual buttons. This will be good practice for you. I know you love her deeply, but she's a submissive type and you need to learn how to dominate her. And this is a particularly good time to practice humiliating her in the right way, like we discussed earlier."

"But we'll be playing tennis! You want me to do something sexual right in the middle of the tennis court?!"

"Sure," she said calmly as she jacked him off. "Remember, that's MY court, and I designed the backyard very carefully so my family could have complete privacy there. Eric and Brad will be gone for hours. Between the walls and all the greenery, plus the downhill slope out back, there's no way anyone else can look in. As you know, it's a big, big, backyard, much bigger than yours. Just don't shout, 'I'm fucking your mouth, Mom!' at the top of your lungs, and you'll be fine."

"Bu-bu-but..." he stammered. "But even so... we're gonna be outside!" He was having a hard time thinking, thanks to her relentlessly stroking fingers. Knowing that she didn't have much time until Susan returned, she was focusing almost exclusively on rubbing his sweet spot.

"That's good," she said. "She's got all kinds of sexual hang-ups we need to break down. A big one is a phobia against having any kind of sex in public."

"I've got that phobia too!" he cried too loudly. "And with good reason. It's dangerous!"

"Shhhh! That's better then. You can kill two birds with one stone, and work on your phobia at the same time. Just think of a bright future, where you're tanning yourself by the pool, with Susan and I lying naked between your legs while taking turns bobbing on your cock. That should happen. In fact, it needs to happen, a lot! Are you still so opposed to sex outside?"

His hands clenched into fists and he clenched his teeth, because a great surge of erotic pleasure ran through his body. He squeezed his PC muscle repeatedly until the crisis passed.

Then, just like that, she let go of his pre-cum-soaked erection, tucked it back into his shorts, and zipped him up. She explained, "I hear Susan starting down the stairs. That was just to help put you in a randy mood. But you need to save that cum for her. Give her a facial, right there in the middle of the tennis court!"

His breathing was fast. "Whoa! Aunt Suzy! I don't know... I don't think I'm ready for that."

She sipped the last of her orange juice, showing no sign of what her hands had just been doing. She wiped his pre-cum off on a napkin, and said, "Kid, you have to ask yourself: Are you going to be a man, or are you going to stay a boy? If you really want your mom to service you sexually every day for years to come, and totally love every minute of it, you have to become the kind of man that she needs."

"What kind of man is that?"

But instead of answering, Suzanne stood up and looked past him. Susan was walking through the living room to rejoin them. "Susan! You're looking good. Sweetie, look at all that bouncy action under her top. Susan, too bad you can't play like this, in your usual top but without any breast support at all. Let's go!"

Susan's face was red. "Suzanne! Please!"

CHAPTER 8

Susan met Alan at the tennis court on the distant edge of the Pestridge backyard. She had a very red face because she was blushing furiously, partly due to what she was wearing. She could live with the sexy, revealing top Suzanne had picked out for her, although she was concerned about whether it would provide enough breast support, especially given how dramatically the neckline plunged to show off her deep cleavage. What bothered her far more was that Suzanne had disapproved of the skirt she'd chosen and picked out a far shorter miniskirt. That was extremely alarming, since Suzanne stuck to her guns in not letting Susan wear any panties.

Susan's pussy was still very hot and wet, as it had been ever since she'd been **** to strip in front of Alan and Suzanne. She'd tried to dry it off when she was upstairs, but it was wet again by the time she came back downstairs.

She was also blushing as she started to stretch and limber up on the tennis court, because she was thinking about what Suzanne had just told her. Before Suzanne had let her leave the Pestridge house, she'd given her a bit of a pep talk. She'd said, "Now, Susan, I know that some of the things I'm making you do may seem embarrassing, if not downright humiliating. But remember your Tiger's serious medical need. To be a good big-titted mommy, you have to be willing to go the extra mile. What that means is different in different situations. Imagine if your son had been in a terrible accident; you might have to stay up most of the night, night after night, giving him pain medication and hearing him scream and cry in agonizing pain."

Susan had gasped in dismay. She was very easy to manipulate because she wore her strong emotions on her sleeve.

Suzanne had continued, "Luckily, that's not the case here at all. Instead of giving him a pill, your 'medicine' is sucking and licking on his wonderfully fat penis for extended periods of time. In fact, you're extremely lucky that you can actually have a great time helping him out, if you approach it with the right attitude. Never forget that you're one of his personal cocksuckers now. Don't think of playing tennis without panties as a bad thing; think of it as a wonderful opportunity to get his big, powerful erection rock hard, as it should be, and then to keep it that way. Remember, it's not just a matter of how many orgasms he has a day; it's also the prolonged stimulation that he gets before each of them."

She had concluded, "The Good Lord has blessed you with an exceptionally sexy body. Maybe He had a purpose for that. Maybe it was so you could properly serve your son's fat and constantly throbbing erection in his time of great need. Ron is gone and Tiger is your man now. He's the man of the house. What's more important in your life than serving his cock with all your love? I can't think of anything. Can you?"

Susan had shook her head because she couldn't either.

"I know you're still getting used to the fact that it's your duty to drop to your knees and slurp and suck on his fat dick whenever he needs it, or even just wants it. And I know you're going to be terribly embarrassed at first while playing tennis today, since you'll be constantly flashing your tits, ass, and pussy at him. But remember you're doing this because you love your son. Your goal today - and in the future whenever you play tennis with him - should not be to get the highest score. It's to keep him hard and horny with visual stimulation, and then use your hands and lips and tongue to drain him of all that nasty cum buildup. So go out there and do your best. I know you can do it!"

These words were very much on Susan's mind as she opened a can of tennis balls and swung her racquet to stretch her arms. Suzanne's right, as usual. It doesn't matter if we're inside or outside, or what we're doing. I've made a commitment to be Tiger's "centerfold mom," and that means keeping his balls well drained at all times. That doesn't stop just because we're playing tennis. Bless her soul for keeping my head on straight. Suzanne is the best friend in the whole world!

Alan had been distracted tying his shoes and putting his stuff on a side bench, but now he walked to the middle of his side of the court and started his usual stretching exercises too. But then he noticed that Susan had suddenly stopped moving and was just standing there, looking at him. "Um, Mom, aren't you going to finish stretching? You don't want to pull a hamstring."

She looked abashed. "Uh, no, I'm good."

"Ha! Good one. But seriously, get stretching so we can get started."

She resumed her stretching, but it soon became apparent why she had been so **** to do so when he was watching. Her outfit was much sexier than a typical white tennis outfit, with an almost pornographic lack of fabric. Her miniskirt barely went below her pussy. That meant that when she started to bend over to stretch her legs, she didn't just expose a little bit of her ass - she exposed all of it. Her very wet pussy was out there in plain sight when she did that. She constantly had to flip her skirt back down, because it tended to get stuck up around her waist.

And her borrowed top was nearly as bad. It was sleeveless and so thin as to be almost transparent, a minimalist sports-bra top that failed to come down enough to cover her belly button. It did provide vertical support by wrapping tightly around her back, supporting her breasts from beneath and constraining them somewhat from above. But the only side-to-side support was from the outsides of the top. Her breasts were pressed against each other, providing mutual lateral support and deep cleavage, allowing them to sway back and forth within the confines of the top.

She thought, I need to have a sexy, exhibitionist attitude. But it's one thing to think that and it's quite another thing to do it while actually standing outside under the bright sun. I'm utterly exposed here. And my pussy! It's so hot! Hot, wet, and throbbing! Tiger has me dressed like some kind of shameless... sex toy. Good Lord, that's exactly what it's like. I'm here for his amusement... and that's so damn HOT! I'm his busty sex-toy mommy! How on Earth am I supposed to concentrate on playing?

As if she wasn't embarrassed enough, she recalled her conversation with Katherine a few hours ago, where she'd chided Katherine for calling herself a "fuck toy," only to have Katherine get her to admit that she got off on terms like that and "sex pet." She sighed. "Sex pet," "sex toy," "fuck toy" - what's the difference?! The bottom line is, my old life is over! My new life has begun, and serving my son's fat cock is going to be a very big part of it! I just have to accept that, and stop worrying about being embarrassed all the time. It's like Suzanne said a little while ago: beautiful and busty women like me end up naked and humiliated a lot when we're dominated by our well-hung sons!

That wasn't exactly what Suzanne had said, but it was close.

Susan rushed through the rest of her warm-up. Alan warmed up even less, since he was mostly just standing there and pretending to stretch while ogling her as she repeatedly flashed her pussy and ass.

Then she suggested they forgo the usual practice rallies and go straight to playing a set. Her face was still ruby red with embarrassment. She was eager to get the match over with as fast as possible. Plus, she was mindful that she had been promised his next cocksucking, so she was eager to get back to the privacy of his bedroom so she could have a relaxed, prolonged oral session with him.

She won the rally for serve, and then made it through the rally without incident. So far, so good. Maybe this won't be as bad as I'd feared.

But when she tossed the ball into the air to serve, stretching high to hit it with her racquet, her right nipple popped completely free from her tight top. Distracted by this, she let the ball drop to the ground without connecting with it. "Um, hold on, Tiger. I'm having a bit of an, er, problem here. Just a second... That's better."

With her top back in place, she tossed the ball up again, but the exact same thing happened a second time. This time practically her entire boob popped out along with the nipple.

She was stumped. She asked, "Um, Son, would it be okay if I serve underhanded?"

He was trying not to snicker. "If you do that, you know I'm going to cream you. You've got a wicked serve; it's the best part of your game."

She grumbled to herself, I think he's gonna "cream me" in any case, and I'm not talking about the score. This is so humiliating! And outside, no less. Anyone could see me!

No, I can't think like that. I have to remember Suzanne's wise words. Winning today isn't about getting the most points; it's about getting the most cum out of him. There's nothing more important in my life right now than sucking every last wiggly spermie from his heavy balls, and if my big tits popping out with every serve can help with that, then so be it.

With that new resolve, she served again. Her tit popped out again, although it was the left one this time. But she hit the ball hard, and in the seconds while she waited for his return hit she managed to tuck it back into her top. The rally proceeded more or less as usual, although she was more restrained than usual in making sudden movements. She actually won the point, to her pleasant surprise.

They continued to play the game. Normally, their skill levels would have been comparable, but Susan was at a big disadvantage due to her continued and mostly futile efforts to at least protect some of her modesty and dignity. She was constantly flashing her bush and labia as she jumped around the court, and she flashed her ass even more. Her massive boobs generally stayed inside her top except when she served, but one or the other would pop out at very inopportune times. Sometimes she would even end a long rally with both her nipples on display.

The most humiliating thing for her though came between their points, when she had to bend over and pick up the balls strewn around the court. They were only playing with a single can of three balls, so Alan or Susan typically had to pick up a ball after each point. Alan usually had nothing better to do at those times than admire her fantastic bare ass. That led her to really hate her miniskirt, because it seemed to want to ride up to her waist and stay there.

At times when she had to pick up balls that she'd hit into her side of the net, Alan would stand on his side of the net and reach over and fondle her bare ass. She secretly enjoyed that, and occasionally she would take her sweet time picking up the ball. But, inevitably, she would remember where she was and abruptly stand up and try to tug her miniskirt back into position.

But it turned out that all this didn't really hinder her score, because Alan was even more distracted than she was. Many times he would get so distracted by her flashing that he'd simply stop and stare, completely forgetting to run after the ball. Soon she got clever and began deliberately flashing him at key moments during their play.

Alan actually was the slightly better player in general, so normally he would have won. He was on the high school tennis team, after all. But their matches were almost always close, and she made him work for every win. Thanks to all her sexy flashing, she took an early lead in the first set.

This hadn't happened in ages, and she started to get cocky. Each time her tit popped out, or she had to bend over to pick up a ball, she grew a little more used to it. After a while it ceased to bother her much (which had been part of Suzanne's intent in getting them to play), because she was usually able to effectively forget that they were outside and that there was at least a theoretical possibility others could see.

As a result, she found herself taking longer and longer to pick up balls. She'd spread her legs wide, wiggle her ass, and always point her ass towards Alan so he was guaranteed a good show. Her hot, pulsing pussy was dripping copiously, so much that her son could see the glistening of her inner thighs from across the court. But she didn't try to clean herself, but rather just reveled in just how wet and horny she felt.

Once, when she was bending over near the net and letting him fondle her ass again, she purred happily as she felt his finger slide up and down her gushing pussy lips. But then she remembered her rules and stood up straight. She looked all around with worry. "Son, be careful! You know that's not allowed."

"Sorry, Mom."

She wagged a finger at him and walked back to the base line for another serve.

They continued to play, with Susan getting the better of him, since her nakedness distracted him even more than it did her. After she took a 4-to-1 game lead, they took a water break at the bench.

As they sat next to each other, sweating and breathing hard, he asked her, "So, Mom, kinda weird, huh? What do you think about playing 'erotic tennis?'"

Had he asked her that after the first couple of games, she would have said "Terrible!" But at that point she just smiled and said wryly, "It's... interesting. What bothers me though is how unfair it is. Here I am, letting it all hang out pretty much for every point, and you won't so much as take your shirt off!" She gave him a sexy pout.

He spread his legs wider, adjusting his crotch. "How's that?"

Once he withdrew his hand, she saw he'd pulled his erection out from the bottom edge of his short shorts. A good three of four inches of his thick cock was hanging out, resting against his thigh.

"Oh my! My goodness!" She licked her lips and looked around nervously. Every now and then she remembered where they were, which sent jolts of fear and excitement through her. Why can't we be done already?! We should be up in his room. Angel sucked him off for nearly an entire hour, and I can't wait to beat her time. If we were anywhere else but here, I'd be on my knees and slurping and gagging already!

He said, "Tell you what. If you win this next game, I'll take my shirt off."

She smiled and ran her hand across his chest. "Mmmm! Then I'll be able to see my studly son's manly muscles." She purred saucily as she squeezed his biceps, "I'd like that very much. You're such a GROWING boy!"

She looked back down at the exposed inches of his hard-on. She felt an almost irresistible compulsion to stroke it, but she couldn't forget where they were.

He continued, "However, if you lose, you'll have to take something off too."

She looked down at herself. "But I don't have anything left to take off! That would be... obscene!" She asked with great worry, "What would I have to remove?"

"That's up to me. It could be anything. It could be your shoes. It could be your glasses. Your cap, maybe. Who knows?"

"Or, more likely, it could be my top!" She frowned nervously. "Then I won't be able to play." She could deal with her current limited breast support okay, for a limited time, but to have no support at all would be an entirely different matter. That would quickly become really painful, and she could easily injure her breasts. She feared that if that happened she'd have **** but to concede the match.

He was cryptic as he tucked his hard-on back in. "Perhaps. Who knows? Maybe you'd better just win the game then, so you don't have to find out."

She stood up dramatically. "You're on!"

Alan's six-times-a-day treatment had not been an always happy experience for Susan. She'd been in a lot of embarrassing and awkward situations where she suffered a lot. But one thing couldn't be denied: she was living again. It was as if she'd rediscovered her joy for life. She felt a great thrill rush through her as she contemplated both winning and losing the bet. Either way, she knew it would be interesting.

She walked back to the court with a fierce determination to win, and she gave it her all.

But Alan was equally inspired to win. Much like a pool shark, he'd deliberately underplayed his game earlier, to make her overconfident. But now he stopped holding back.

It was close, and the game went to "advantage Susan" at one point, but Alan eventually won.

CHAPTER 9

They met at the side of the net. Susan was about to launch into a big explanation about how she couldn't play without any breast support at all, but she never got the chance, because he said, "Sorry, Mom. Looks like you lose your skirt."

"My skirt?! Oh no! Son! You're such a meanie!" However, she was extremely horny by this time, and all the sweaty physical exertion just seemed to fuel her lust even more. She turned around, slowly shimmied out of her miniskirt, and spread her legs wide.

She asked in a saucy tone as she stayed bent over, "Is that what you want to see? Does it make you happy to see your mommy's naughty pussy out in the open like this? Are you proud at how soaked you've made her? Do you want to run your hands over her ass? Nasty boy! Meanie! I bet you won't stop until you've got me completely naked!"

He inhaled deeply, reveling in the musky aroma of wet pussy. "Nope, I won't. In fact, this next game, we'll play for the same stakes. If you win, I'll take off my shirt. If I win, you'll take off YOUR top."

"Oh no!" She immediately turned around and tried to pull her skirt down to cover her pussy. She'd gotten into the habit of doing that during the game. The only problem was, she wasn't wearing the skirt anymore. Flustered, she attempted to pull her top down instead, but it was so taut and short that she couldn't even cover her belly button with it.

Frustrated, she shook her fist at him. "Oooh! You! You're toast! I'm gonna win this game, and then the next one too! Then YOU'LL be playing naked!"

To her surprise, he held his arms open wide, indicating he wanted a hug.

Without thinking why, she closed the distance with him. For years, her prudish habits had made her hug-averse, but lately she couldn't get enough of them.

She'd had a vague notion he was going to apologize for being so aggressive, but instead he started French kissing her and fondling her bare ass.

Within seconds, his fly was somehow unzipped and his cock pressed up against her bush, burning her skin with its erotic heat. And also mysteriously, her shoulder straps slid down to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms at her sides and leaving her huge melons completely exposed. His hands alternated between kneading her ass cheeks and her creamy tits.

She mewled in protest but completely ineffectively, since she was too busy dueling with her tongue to break the kiss and complain with words. She just made her usual "Mmmm!" sounds, which came out sounding more erotic than upset. Oh no! His cock really NEEDS to get pleasured by my hands! But not here, out in the open where anyone could see! We could be ruined if they know who we are!

Alan remembered Suzanne's advice to be more aggressive, so he was trying to do just that.

The mysteries piled up, because she somehow found herself jacking him off as they kept kissing, even though she hadn't intended to do that. Her hand just kind of wound up there, and she found it impossible to simply hold his shaft without stroking it too.

She thought as she panted hard, Dear God! So good! So good! I don't even care where we are. Well, I do care, but it just can't be helped this time. Suzanne is so right! How lucky am I that the 'treatment' my son needs involves constantly pleasuring this manly cock? Mmmm! And the way he's pulling on my nipples... My Lord, this is Heaven on Earth!

But then she felt a particularly powerful breeze blow up her ass crack and between her legs, tingling her pussy, and even though she already was very mindful of their outdoor location, the breeze heightened her shame that she was standing outside, right in the middle of a tennis court, wearing little more than tennis shoes, a cap, and a top hanging uselessly around her waist. She abruptly pulled back until she was out of arm's reach.

She stood there still proudly topless, and asked, "What was that all about?"

"You're just so hot and sexy, I can't resist. I even love the way you look and smell when you're all sweaty."

Darn it! she cursed to herself. My son is such a sexy, confident STUD! How can I resist, when he talks and acts like that?

But she finally did her best to put her skimpy top back into place. Oh my! I can't believe this is all I have to wear. It's more naked than naked!

Then she said, defiantly, "Stand there looking all cocky, Mr. Big Cock. But I have news for you: you're gonna LOSE! You're gonna go down in flames! You might as well take your shirt off now and stuff it in a toaster, 'cos it's toast!"

He was all smiles, because he loved her feisty spirit. "Yeah, well, we'll see." He tucked his erection back into his shorts and bent down to pick up a tennis ball. Then he stood and asked, "Whose turn is it to serve?"

Susan picked up her racquet and strutted back to the serve line to play the next game.

As Alan stood on his side, ready to resume playing, he had to stifle the urge to laugh. There was something really amusing about seeing his mother standing there with an intense look of determination, yet naked from her belly button on down. Her dark brown bush stood out against her very fair skin in the midday sun.

Unfortunately for Susan, her mind was determined enough, but her body had reached such a horny fevered pitch after his fondling and kissing that she was pretty much rendered incapable of playing tennis competently. She didn't give up, but it was as if her skill was cut in half. After losing the first two points, she knew she was going to lose the game, and with it, her top.

They played out the rest of the game, but her skills continued to nosedive as her loss became more of a certainty. All she could think about was how she would soon be standing in the middle of Suzanne's backyard, wearing nothing but her tennis shoes, socks, cap, and glasses. Thinking that only increased her arousal, which made it more difficult to play, which made her still more aroused, and so on. It was a vicious circle of constantly-increasing lust.

By the time the game mercifully ended and Alan won, her pussy juices were dripping far down her legs. She tossed her racquet away and fell to her knees, because she was simply too overcome with lust to remain standing.

My God! My GOD! Tiger just defeated me. And I don't just mean in tennis; he utterly destroyed me, body and soul! I thought I was so clever, flashing him at just the right times, but there's no beating his clever mind and powerful cock! I really thought I'd get him to take off his shirt, at least, but no! As usual, I end up buck naked and panting for his thick cock-meat!

He put his racquet on the bench, picked up a bottle of water, and walked to the side of the court. He stood in front of his mother and took a much-needed chug of water. Even when he was playing at his best it had been a tough match, because Susan had such a fit and athletic body.

She sat up on her knees and dramatically pulled her top over her head. She tossed it away, not caring where it went, just like her racquet. It seemed to take minutes for her big tits to stop jiggling.

He held his breath. Jeeeesus! Of course I'm well aware that Mom is stacked and stunning, but dammit, at times like this it's like I'm hit by a two-by-four all over again! DAMN, I'm friggin' aroused beyond belief!

She cupped her globes from underneath, saying, "Look, Son, look! You won!"

"Not necessarily," he pointed out, as he finally resumed breathing. His heart was racing wildly, yet he managed to sound relatively calm as he asked, "Thirsty?"

She nodded.

Instead of simply handing her the water bottle, which would have **** her to stop clenching her immense breasts with both hands, he held it over her face and poured it towards her mouth.

She opened her mouth wide and enough water flowed in to quench her thirst. But of course the water also gushed all over her face.

Satisfied at the very sexy display, he handed her the bottle so she could actually drink normally.

She took a long sip, after which she exhaled heartily, showing her appreciation.

But then she leaned even further back and resumed pouring the water over her naked body. She focused on her big tits, completely drenching them. She emptied most of the nearly-full bottle, leaving even her tummy and legs quite wet.

Chills ran up and down her spine as the cool water splashed over her hot, sweaty skin. All her nerves tingled. But what she loved even more was the blowjob symbolism. She'd had to open her mouth wide, just as if he were about to slide his manhood into it, so it was easy for her to imagine that it was his cum pouring all over her, not just water.

She gasped, "Oh! Tiger! MMMM! So HOT!" So much cum! So much! Such spermy goodness! He's drenching me in his fertile seed! I wish he really could cum this much, every time!

He smiled from ear to ear; he definitely had to agree with the "so hot" sentiment. But he continued to speak casually, as if she weren't naked and soaking wet in the middle of the tennis court. "The game score is only three to four. You're still in the lead. You just might pull this out." He didn't believe that for a second, though, not anymore. She looked wild-eyed, and he frankly doubted she could even get it together enough to stand.

She continued to maintain her obscene pose, with her tits thrust up and out. She shook herself a little bit, causing water to fly in every direction. "That means nothing and you know it! You know that I can't play out the rest of the set without a sports bra. I've been thoroughly defeated in every way... and it feels so good! You were holding back, not playing your 'A' game until the end. I can see that now. So clever! Playing me like a puppet on a string. Oh God, it makes me so hot to be totally bested by my own child!"