Brilliant Disguise: Part 5

CHAPTER 13

Suzanne went looking for Susan. For starters, she wanted to check that she was okay and that aggressive and horny men weren't giving her too much trouble.

Susan was in a crowded room on the ground floor, talking to Gloria Rhymer. Glory didn't live in the neighborhood, but many people who lived elsewhere had been invited, and she'd been regularly invited and attended for the past three years, ever since she'd started teaching at the local public high school. Right from the start, she'd been one of the most popular teachers, and she was on good terms with many of the students and teachers who did live nearby.

Suzanne was glad to see that Susan looked like she was having a much better time than before, no doubt due to the fact that she was talking to Glory, who she already knew and liked. Plus, there were no men around her and trying to pester her.

Glory was much better at putting her foot down than Susan was. She had no problem being rude and/or insulting if she had to. So she'd managed to drive off the crowd of leering men that had been following Susan around constantly, like a pack of hungry wolves.

Since then, the two of them had been talking for a long time, and just with each other. They were having a grand time. If Alan had been able to listen in, his ears would have burned with embarrassment, because he was the common link between Glory and Susan, and since they were both secretly in love with him, they couldn't say enough good things about him. It was like they were trying to outdo each other praising him to the skies.

Interestingly, both of them had secret agendas. Susan knew Glory's reputation for taking a personal interest in her students' social lives and being up on the latest gossip. So she was trying to subtly press her for information about who Alan was getting sexually intimate with at school. Meanwhile, Glory was dying to know how many other lovers Alan had and who they were. She had no suspicion whatsoever that Susan could be one of them, but she knew that Susan was about as honest as a person could be. So she hoped that Susan might reveal some secrets.

However, neither of them were having much luck. They both commented on how he had "come out of his shell" lately and started having great success with the girls. That much was obvious and couldn't be denied. He was brimming with confidence and even sexual swagger. But Susan pretended like she didn't know any details, and Glory did the same.

Susan had no suspicions that Alan could be involved with Glory, because for all of her praise about him being an "unstoppable stud," she considered it too farfetched that even he could be intimate with a teacher. She'd heard of major scandals in the news about isolated cases like that. But after talking to Glory for a while, she started to rethink that a little bit. When they talked about the recent changes in Alan and his newfound sexual success in general, Susan thought she detected the fire of lust in Glory's eyes. But still, she dismissed it as far too improbable, like Alan having sex with a nun.

Glory didn't detect a similar fire of lust in Susan's eyes, even though it was there too, because Susan spoke with such passion and pride about virtually anything related to her son. So it was easy to assume that Susan was similarly wildly enthusiastic about Alan's social life successes too.

Suzanne had been standing back for a couple of minutes, observing the dynamic of Susan and Glory talking to each other from afar. Finally, she decided to walk over to her best friend. "Hey, Susan. It's me."

Susan took a few seconds to recognize Suzanne in her new costume. She quickly recovered, and smiled. "Boy, am I glad to see you! Where have you been? Oh, where are my manners? Ms. Rhymer, you know Suzanne Pestridge already? Don't you? Or, but of course you do, because of Amy." She remembered that Glory had taught Amy in the past.

Glory smiled and nodded. "Yes, of course. Amy is a pure delight. How are you, Suzanne?"

"Good. Yourself?" Suzanne gave Glory a brief hug and a kiss.

Glory was strangely titillated by that. It was like she felt a jolt of electricity buzzing through her for as long as it lasted. She didn't consider herself even slightly bisexual, but she figured that Suzanne was such an extraordinarily beautiful and obviously highly sexual woman that anyone would be affected by her. She was grateful when the hug ended.

Suzanne said to Glory in reference to her sexy cheerleader outfit, "By the way, I love your costume. So sexy!"

Glory very nearly blushed in embarrassment. Her heart did wild flip-flops, because Suzanne all but called her sexy. She stuttered, tongue-tied, "Uh, y-y-y-you too!" Then, recovering, she looked to Susan. "But the real winner is Wonder Woman here. Suzanne, you should have been here earlier. When I say I had to fight the guys off with a stick, that's almost literally true!"

The highly modest Susan was slightly abashed by that, and eager to change the subject. "I'd love if the three of us could chat. Suzanne, you should hear some of the stories she has to tell about Alan! But, Glory, if you don't mind, I've got some important things to discuss with Suzanne."

The three of them said their goodbyes after a little more small talk. Then Suzanne and Susan moved away so they could talk in private.

Susan asked urgently, "Suzanne, where HAVE you been? I'm ready to leave. Glory has been protecting me from the lechers, but I feel like I'm completely naked! Everybody keeps staring at me!"

Suzanne moved in close and spoke very low. "But don't you like to be completely naked and have someone stare at you? A certain someone!"

Susan's eyes went wide, as lusty thoughts of her son suddenly hit her. "Oh my!" She whispered back, "Let's not talk about that here!" Then she said in her regular voice, "But, completely changing the subject, I can't find Alan anywhere. What do you think happened to him? And you've changed. What happened to your other costume?"

Suzanne avoided answering about the costume change, hoping Susan would forget to ask again. "Don't worry about him. I was just checking on him. He had too much of that spooky punch and he's sleeping it off. Just like Katherine did earlier."

"My poor Angel. How is she, by the way?"

"She's fine. I put her to bed and she's sleeping like a baby. The main thing is she didn't get sick. Come with me." Some curious men were starting to draw near, pulled in by seeing two total bombshells without any men with them. Suzanne took Susan to a nearby balcony so they could have more privacy.

Susan asked, "What about Tiger? Where is he? How is he?"

Suzanne said, "I helped him to a bedroom upstairs and I stayed with him for a while, in mothering mode." She was secretly amused by that once she'd said it, since she had been "in mothering mode" in a sense, due to the mother-son role-play. "For a while there, it looked like he was going to be sick, but it passed when he got sleepy instead. He's up there right now, sleeping it off like a baby."

"Oh Suzanne, you're such a good friend! Always so thoughtful of others. Thank you soooo very much for looking after him. Earlier, I was running away from one guy after another all evening. It was awful! I had to find someone familiar to latch onto, and luckily I found Ms. Rhymer."

She looked distressed. "Why did I ever let you talk me into wearing this low-cut Wonder Woman costume? The men all have good reason to think I'm some kind of wanton hussy. I'm practically naked! It's horrible! One guy even took a bunch of pictures without my permission! He called it 'cost play' or something. What does that mean? Oh, and one guy actually put his hand on the bare part of my ass cheek. I had to turn and slap him!"

Suzanne leaned close and whispered directly into Susan's ear. "There's only one man who's allowed to do that, isn't there? And he can do that - and so much more - any time he wants!"

Susan shivered lustily, but then she looked around with worry, as if everyone in the room had heard and knew who Suzanne was referring to. Trying to change the subject, she asked, "Why are you wearing that different costume now, anyway?"

Suzanne answered, "I was worried that Catwoman suit would get too hot, seeing how it covered every inch of me. So I brought a spare costume, just in case. And thank God I did. I was burning up inside it. And unlike you, I don't mind showing off a little bit of skin. This one is much better."

Hey, that excuse actually sounds pretty believable, Suzanne realized, pleased with herself.

"Well, it certainly suits you," Susan replied. "So where is Alan exactly? It must be midnight already. It's way past his bedtime."

Suzanne thought, It's funny to hear Susan want to lay down the law about his bedtime, given that she willingly calls herself his "personal slut." She was tempted to whisper something to that effect, but even though they were standing alone, she figured it was an unnecessary risk.

Instead, she said, "I can take you to where he is. But before I do, how are YOU feeling? You're standing unsteady and your cheeks are flushed."

Susan sheepishly replied, "I avoided the spooky punch, just like you told me. But I did have two glasses of wine." That was a lot for her.

"I think you're past tipsy. Would you say you're drunk?"

Susan shyly admitted, "Maybe." Then, more honestly, "Probably."

Suzanne thought, GOOD! Hey, maybe my idea to have her pretend to be me could work after all. At the least, let's dangle the bait and see if she takes it.

She said, "An idea just struck me. You're not happy with your costume, and I'm not using my Catwoman one anymore. It's much less revealing. In fact, it covers you all the way up your neck. So why don't you change costumes? Not only that, but you can play a really devilish trick on Alan! Since we have the same body shape and size, when you put that costume on, he'll think that you're me! You can give him a big surprise!"

Susan thought of the possibilities. Mostly, she let the **** do the thinking for her. Tiger is lying upstairs in bed. I can give him a big surprise, all right! I can wake him up with a loving cocksuck, and he'll think it's Suzanne! Hee-hee! Maybe I can somehow use that to find out how we compare.

No, wait. Why stop there? We could go all the way. Oh my God, we really could! He'll stuff his cock right in his mommy's naughty hole, and he'll never even know it's me! I know it's soooo wrong, but wouldn't it be better if I got these urges out of my system? Then I could stick to the boundaries so much easier.

It's my one chance to get fucked by him without consequences! I keep thinking about doing all kinds of nasty things with him, and I can't control myself. This afternoon, I came way too close to letting him slip his big cock in me. Maybe I need to get this out of my system, or I'll keep tempting him until he finally snaps! Or I'll snap, for that matter. Better to do it when he doesn't realize it's me.

Suzanne could practically see the wheels turning in Susan's head, and she liked what she saw.

But even though Susan was contemplating the idea, she asked, "Shouldn't we just go home already?"

Suzanne said, "It's not as late as you think. It's definitely not close to midnight yet. Between having to take the girls home and then tending to Sweetie, I've hardly been able to enjoy the party at all. Besides, if he's resting, we should let him be until he's feeling better. Even a short car trip could make him sick, in his condition. If you're tired of the party, why don't you go upstairs and stay with him? When he wakes up, you can mother him. I'll stay down here and socialize until you come get me and tell me it's time to go."

Susan thought, Oh my goodness! That sounds like a perfect situation! I could have some quality time with Tiger, in Suzanne's costume, and Suzanne will never be the wiser! Maybe he'll recognize me. Then I can give him a nice, long blowjob. It's been HOURS since his last climax. His balls must have grown in size from all the billions of spermies building up. Spermies that belong in my tummy! And if he doesn't recognize me, that's much better! Then I can do all kinds of naughty things that are against the rules. OH MY! What a great idea!

Susan asked doubtfully, "So, do you really think I should play a practical joke on him?"

"Sure. What a great chance. Just talk with a scratchy voice and call him 'Sweetie.' Remember, he's still quite drunk, probably more so than you. In that state, he'll believe anything."

Susan thought, WOW! I can't believe it! My heart is thump, thump, thumping. I've never been so nervous in all my life! Could I really pull this off? Would I, should I, actually let him fuck me?! Suzanne says that as great as blowjobs are, sex is even better! I wouldn't know, since I've only ever been with Ron, but I could believe it!

On a more practical level, Susan began to wonder if this being taken for Suzanne might actually work. "What about my hair? How does that work? Yours is so different."

"I had most of my hair stuffed under the hood, and down my back under the costume as well. Anyway, thanks to your special hairdo tonight, your hair looks pretty much the same as mine, except you don't have the reddish tinge that I do. But no one can tell the difference about that in a semi-dark room. All you have to do is ditch the glasses, and work on your voice. Do you think you can sound like me?"

"I don't know. I've never tried." Hmmm. The voice is a bit of a problem. Suzanne's scratchy, sultry voice is so distinctive. Mine is generic and blah. I wish I could sound like her. But I can't miss this opportunity!

"Well, try. Try right now."

"I don't think so. I'm not a good actress like you. What if I pretend to use Catwoman's voice? What does she sound like?"

Suzanne remembered that Susan was a terrible actress. Susan was so innocent and honest that she was bad at deception and lying. So Suzanne replied, "Hmmm. That's an idea. She sounds pretty much like you, now that I think about it, so that would work out just fine."

Actually, Suzanne had no idea what Catwoman sounded like. She knew next to nothing about Catwoman except that she wore a sexy costume that worked great for costume parties. But she wanted Susan to feel reassured, and she figured as drunk as Alan probably still was, the voice wouldn't matter.

Susan still was scared to try to pass herself off as Suzanne. But as they talked about it, Suzanne gave her another glass of wine. Susan was so nervous that she quickly drank the whole thing. Just like Suzanne did earlier, she was looking for "liquid courage."

Eventually, after yet more encouragement from Suzanne, she agreed to give it a try.

CHAPTER 14

A few minutes later, Susan crept into the room Alan was sleeping in, dressed as Catwoman.

Suzanne had brought Susan near to the room, and then quickly and silently left. She knew from how seriously Susan was taking this that Susan was contemplating much more than a practical joke, and she knew she'd ruin everything if Alan was awake and saw both her and Susan at the same time.

The wily redhead went back downstairs. She intended to actually socialize just like she'd said, because she had nothing else to do.

By now, Susan was definitely drunk. Her third glass of wine had quickly gone through her system and was having a strong effect on her. It was remarkable that she could still walk relatively steadily. She cursed the four-inch heels that came with the costume and repeatedly muttered to herself that she didn't understand how Catwoman could somehow hobble around in them, much less fight crime.

Susan had taken her glasses off to make herself less recognizable, and she couldn't see close objects very well without them. She had **** but to make do.

Because it was a hot night, Suzanne had put just a sheet and light blanket over Alan. Still, Susan could tell right away that he was naked. She loved how his boner tented the bed sheets.

Oooh, look at that! The thick, powerful cock I love so much is practically pulling the sheets off the bed. What a stud! And what a cutie too. She looked at the pieces of his tiger costume that had been left on the floor. Awww! My little-whittle Tiger is really a tiger tonight! Should I really let a cute, well-hung tiger-stud fuck my tight, hot, hungry little kitty-cunt?

I think I just answered my own question! She felt great tingles of arousal all over, but especially in her pussy. She didn't even seriously fret and ponder if she could go through actually getting fucked by him, at least not yet, because the **** was making her reckless.

She sat on the bed and began shaking his shoulder. "Alan, Alan," she said in her usual voice.

Then realizing the need to be Suzanne, or at least to not be detected as herself, she changed her voice some. She couldn't sound scratchy, but she tried her best to purr in Suzanne's sultry tone. "Alan, wake up. Catwoman is here. Wake up!"

He opened his eyes. "Oh, hi Aunt Suzy."

"I'm not your Aunt Suzy; I'm Catwoman."

Suddenly he opened his eyes wide, staring as if in horror.

Susan worried, Oh no! Has he found me out that fast?

He jumped up out of bed and, with his hands over his crotch, looked around desperately. Finally he saw the bathroom right before him, darted into it, and slammed the door behind him.

Susan heard the sound of pissing. It wasn't just a little; it sounded like a flowing river that went on for over a minute. She realized. Oh yeah. All the ****, it has to come out of him. ... I've never really listened to him peeing before. ... My goodness! It sounds like he pisses as much as he cums! It's fitting though: he's hung like a horse, and he pisses like one too!

I can't believe I'm seriously thinking about filling myself up with THAT MUCH cock! He'll skewer me and split me in two! It'll be nothing like sex with Ron.

Oh Dear! Ron! I am still a married woman. Just because he's cheating on me doesn't give me the right to do this. What'll I do?!

Her nervousness increased as she waited. She noticed that her hands were shaking. I really shouldn't do this, but I need to feel him within me at least once in my life. I don't want to die without knowing that the one man I truly love has made love to me. God, you can forgive me for one slip, can't you?

Thinking about God reminded her how she perceived **** as a grave sin, and just made her even more of a nervous wreck. As if that wasn't bad enough, she thought about her wedding ring, hidden under her costume. She had to stifle an urge to flee.

Alan finally came back into the room, still naked, not bothering to hide his now flaccid penis. He sat next to Susan and held his head in his hands. "Sorry, Catwoman, but that was an extremely urgent nature call. Too much of that damn punch! Boy, am I regretting that. What the hell did they put in there? I thought you said it was iced tea or something."

"Are you feeling okay, Sweetie?" Susan remembered to use Suzanne's nickname for him.

"I'm feeling better than before, but... Oh man!" He rubbed his numbed face vigorously. "I still feel like I'm flying. Drunk. Head still spinning a bit. Argh," he moaned in frustration. "At least I don't feel like throwing up anymore. That was close."

She held out open arms. "There, there, come to Mommy - your Aunt Suzy. I'll make it all better." He leaned in to her, and she placed his head on her ample boobs.

For the next five minutes, she simply held him in a hug while running her hand over his head. She really wanted to kiss him, but she worried he'd detect her kissing style.

"Do you feel better now?" she finally asked.

"Oh, much. Yes. You're so sweet, taking care of me. I was wondering where you'd been all evening."

Susan was perplexed by that comment. Huh? I thought Suzanne said she'd helped him up here and checked on him regularly. Maybe he had already passed out. Or maybe the **** is making him forget? "T- Sweetie, are you having trouble remembering what happened earlier?"

"Big time. My head is like in a fog. I doubt I'll remember anything that happened tonight, come tomorrow."

She realized, This really IS my big chance! I can do anything with him, and he won't even remember it! How can I pass this up? If I'm going to be a good mother, there's only one way I can purge my mind of all the horny, nasty thoughts I keep having. Just one time is all I need and then I'll never feel like wanting him in me again. Maybe I'll find his big cock is actually TOO BIG for my tight little pussy, and it'll hurt. Then we'll all be much better off, knowing that that temptation is removed. Yeah, I'll bet that's what'll happen. After all, he is such a well-hung, potent, virile young man.

She didn't even believe that prediction. Somewhere deep down she realized that fucking him once would only whet her appetite for more. She knew she'd love it, and if it hurt at all, it would be in a "hurt so good" kind of way. But I just HAVE to get fucked by him! Pounded. Reamed. Knocked up. Ravished. ****. Done. Filled. Yes! My son has to fill me up with his big cock! He must! It's for my own sanity. I can't stand it anymore!

She was being much more honest with this line of thinking.

To start things off, she reached for his erection.

"Oh shit," he said, and got up again and ran to the bathroom.

Again, Susan heard a torrent of pee, but less this time around.

While she waited, she thought, Okay, Susan, this is it. Calm down. Calm down. Don't be afraid or ashamed about what you're going to do. What did Tiger say to me the other day? "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of." That's what I have to do.

As she still waited, she stood up and unzipped the top of her Catwoman costume. As the zipper made its way down the middle of her chest, her tremendous tits came into view, and then her firm stomach. She pulled the zipper all the way down past her cute belly button to the top of her bush. She kept the mask on her head though, to help keep her real identity secret. Despite being drunk, she was determined not to act foolishly.

She thought to herself, Don't be nervous. Wipe that fraidy-cat look off your face. This is for the best. ... Although I can't believe I'm seducing my own son! I just have to be confident and decisive. Tiger loves my big tits, and Suzanne's for that matter, and since they're the exact same size, it's all good. I've gotta use them to my advantage to really get his tasty sperm churning in his yummy balls. I'll thrust my tits up still higher.

He washed his hands, then came back into the room. He took one look at Susan with her chest arching forward, surrounded by skin-tight black leather, and his eyes bugged out in Roger Rabbit style. "Aunt Suzy! Shit! You look even better than usual. And that's saying something."

That gave Susan confidence. She smiled as she thought, Maybe that's because your mommy really is hotter than your Aunt Suzy!

Again she held out open arms in invitation. "Come back to my chest, Sweetie."

He immediately returned his head to her soft, pale boobs, but now his face rested on naked flesh.

Her hand went to his penis, but it was flaccid. "is something wrong? Am I not sexy enough?"

"God, no! It's just the ****. I still don't feel so good."

"I have an idea," she said, still holding his soft penis. "Maybe if you suck on my nipples, that will help you forget your pain."

Even though he was drunk, he didn't need to be asked twice. He immediately placed his mouth over an erect nipple and began suckling contentedly. He also caressed the undersides of her breasts with both hands under the pretense of merely holding them in place.

Susan cooed, "That's it. Suck them just like that. Pretend you're a baby and you're breast-feeding from your mother. Suck your mother's tits, Sweetie."

Why is everyone so into pretending they're my mom this evening? he wondered. How weird.

Soon, he emptied his mind and concentrated only on the sensation of suckling on a nipple. He switched from tit to tit as the minutes rolled by, and pinched and stroked the nipple he wasn't sucking.

Susan was in complete ecstasy. Her nipples were so sensitive that having them suckled almost felt better than being fucked. She also found the suckling very soothing, and a lot of her worry and doubt melted away.

Also, funnily enough, Susan's "forget your pain" idea was actually working - Alan's mind began to clear.

Even better, his dick began to revive. She immediately noticed that, and slowly stroked it to full hardness. Then, of course, she kept right on stroking. Now that she considered herself one of his personal cocksuckers, being able to do this to him gave her great satisfaction.

But their focus remained on his suckling. She kept up her provocative commentary about it, at a lazy pace. "That's it. ... That's it, little baby. ... Keep sucking your mommy's tits. ... Drink my milk. ... Make me lactate. ... Keep suckling until you can milk me. ... Milk your mommy..."

Finally, he turned his head up and asked, "But Aunt Suzy, Mommy, Catwoman, ... whatever I should call you ... isn't what we're doing wrong? What about Mom's rules? A little bending is okay, but maybe we're getting into it too much?"

"That's okay. It's okay," she cooed, as she pressed his head back onto a nipple. "Just leave it to... your Aunt Suzy. If a little bit of rule bending is good, then a lot is better." As her hand slid up and down his shaft, she cooed, "Play with my nipples, you big Tiger. Play with me. Suckle my tits until I cum milk. ... Drink your mother's milk, my little baby!"

He began suckling again, at a more intense pace.

Now she was feeling very good indeed. Being able to jack him off reassured and mellowed her even more than before. Her qualms about fucking were still there, but they seemed like a hazy, distant memory. My son has a powerful, demanding cock. Even when he's drunk and ill, he still gets this stiff easily. Isn't it just a matter of time before he fucks me? It may be a sin, but I AM one of his big-titted playthings. That's the life I've chosen to live. Angel's not the only one who wants to be his fuck toy. But how can I be a good fuck toy for him if he doesn't get to fuck me whenever he wants?!

I'm a good woman, a good Christian woman. Everybody does some sinning. What if I make getting frequently fucked by my son my sin, and live an exemplary life in every other way? Won't that balance out?

After a delay of a few minutes, he pulled his mouth off a nipple again, and said, "Aunt Suzy, you don't have any milk in your tits. Didn't the doctor say just a while back it would take days of constant suckling for a woman to start lactating? Remember when he used that metaphor when talking about my condition?"

"That's right, Sweetie. But we can continue this at home. You can suckle on my tits all day long for as long as it takes, until I finally gush milk. Won't that be fun? To have you fondle and grope and suckle at my tits until they're sore? Then you can drink my milk every day! And then, after that, you can suck and suck, and just keep sucking! Tie my hands behind my back and use me as your personal milk machine!"

She threw her head back in ecstasy, imagining permanently enslaving her boobs to Alan's thirst. She was so carried away with that fantasy that she let go of his dick and forgot about it for a little while.

"Catwoman, I think you're getting a little crazy. That's just impossible with Mom watching, and you know it." He switched his mouth to the other nipple.

"You're right," she sighed. "Although you might be surprised how she thinks about these things. I think she secretly wants to do EVERYTHING with you, really bad! She just can't get up the courage to go all the way, and you're not being aggressive enough. You need to take charge. She's one of your personal sluts now. Treat her like it!"

With no response to that, she took another tack. "But since you can't get my boobs to leak, why don't you aim a little lower? There's lots of leaking down there!"

She stood up briefly and wiggled further out of her Catwoman suit, until only the pieces of her costume on her arms, legs and head remained. All of her hair now fell free, except for some still under the Catwoman hood. Paradoxically, this made her look even more like Suzanne. In the dim light, her skin was pale enough to pass for Suzanne's alabaster skin as well.

If Alan had been really alert, he would have noticed that she had brown eyes instead of Suzanne's green ones, or that Suzanne's trademark long strand of teased hair was missing, or any other number of minor differences. But he was anything but alert. He was exceedingly horny.

And, in his defense, their bodies were nearly identical from the neck on down. And their skin was so flawless that there were almost no distinctive markings. With such a body as his playground, he wasn't looking at her face much.

He began stroking his hand over her stomach, going steadily lower and lower. Even her stomach was a turn-on: it was perfectly formed, like a statue of a Greek goddess. He loved the feel of the tiny, invisible hairs that covered it.

Meanwhile, she wrapped her fingers around his boner again and resumed stroking it. "Why don't you suck on my clit instead?" she suggested enthusiastically. "Put your tongue in my pussy. Lick my hairy pussy until I cum! Since you're a tiger, bite me! Bite down on my clit! Make me cry your name, scream your name, at the top of my lungs!"

She was still trying to talk in a sexy whisper to sound more like Suzanne, even if she couldn't imitate her friend's scratchy voice completely. But her voice was becoming more Susan-like with every minute as she got increasingly distracted by her steadily growing arousal.

Luckily, he didn't notice that either. There were far too many other exciting and arousing things demanding his attention. If nothing else, her hot body looked even hotter, thanks to the pieces of the costume still remaining, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

He put his hand on her clit and began rubbing it. Both Suzanne's and Susan's pussy areas were considered off limits in his mind, so this was quite exciting for him. His mouth followed his other hand, slowly kissing his way down her stomach until it was at the top of her bush.

She continued to enthuse, "Just like that! Yes! Lower! Bite my clit! Do me! Get nasty!" All the while, she kept jacking him off.

But he stopped abruptly and pulled away from her. He looked sad and frustrated.

"What's wrong?" she asked, as she tried to push him back. She grabbed his dick with both hands and stroked it more vigorously, hoping to literally stimulate him back into action. "Don't stop now! Please! It's just getting really good!"

"I just remembered the boundaries. We're going too far! I'm getting so horny, especially with the way you're talking, that if I go down on you now I don't think I'm going to want to stop at all! And frankly, Aunt Suzy, I'm surprised at you. You're egging me on and on. It doesn't seem like you want to stop either. One of us has to have some control. What about my mom, who's your best friend? Don't you want to respect her rules at least somewhat? I just can't do this to her. Not now. It feels like cheating."

"Oh Alan! That's so sweet!" She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Her hands kept running all over his erection, despite his comments.

"You see?" he said, pulling his body slightly apart from hers, but only after enjoying a good, long kiss, "You're doing it again! We're not supposed to do that."

She looked away, guiltily. She'd been trying to guide his dick into her slit.

"Look, Aunt Suzy, you know I love you with all my heart. I'd love to fuck you, more than just about anything in the world. But not without Mom's permission! I love her too! I can't let her down!"

Susan was overcome with love for her considerate son. But she was also overcome with lust. Ironically, his words made her want to get royally fucked even more than before. He's such a good boy! Such a great son! A son like that deserves a big-titted mommy to fuck!

Somehow, he ignored her slipping and sliding fingers on his shaft, and continued, "My head was all fogged up a bit before. I'm still drunk, and you're obviously more than a little tipsy. So let's just chalk this one up to us not being totally with it. I've got to go pee again. When I get back, it would be better if I come back to an empty room, 'cos I don't know how much more temptation I can take. I mean, Jesus Christ! I must be an idiot for not fucking you right now. You're so insanely beautiful!"

Her hands flew back to his cock. "Can't I just suck you for a little while? Can't we do that first?"

He noted the curious word "first," but replied, "I'd love to, but I have to pee so bad. And things are spinning out of control. It's good we stop. I just can't control myself around you. Seriously! You're like a sex ****!"

His words sobered her. She even let go of his stiff, slicked-up boner. She thought, Can I at least give him a nice, prolonged blowjob? He needs to be rewarded for following my rules, and I can think of no better way. But the problem is, Suzanne and I have different styles. And there's her extremely long tongue. He'll notice the difference soon enough, and then he'll realize it was me all along. I want to slide my lips and tongue all over his fat cock so very, very badly, but I can't!

Or, at least... I can't here. What if I wait until we go home and he's safe in bed? Then I can do it as me! That won't be so long from now. I can hold out until then!

With that decided, she felt a lot better. "Okay, you're right. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay? No need to mention it to anyone?"

He nodded, and said, "We'll have other chances soon, I'm sure. Then we can do it right. I want that so bad."

She cried, "At least touch my clit!" She touched it herself, causing her whole body to shake violently, almost as if she were being rattled about on an amusement park ride.

He stood gaping as he watched her cum.

He groaned. "Dear God!" The sight was too sexy to endure. He hurried off to the bathroom. It took a while before his hard-on softened enough for him to pee.

As Susan began pulling the Catwoman costume up over her legs, she thought, What an amazing son I have! Tempted beyond all reasonable expectations, and the only thing he could think of was me, not Suzanne, and respecting the promise he'd made to ME! I'm so happy I could cry!

Here I've been acting like a total slut, even though a lot of it was the ****, and I haven't been listening to my own advice. Enough! I'm not going to make this kind of mistake again. I'll be a mother he can be proud of! Cocksucking, yes. Definitely yes! But nothing more.

After a pause, her mind began working in a different direction. Even though ... the idea of him milking my tits until I lactate is so hot! Oh Gaawwwd, I've gotta get out of here before he comes back in the room! Too hot!

She realized that not only did she need to leave for that reason, but she needed to change costumes before they headed home together. So she shouted, "I'll be back for you in a few minutes! Okay?"

"Okay."

With her Catwoman costume back on, she stood up and somehow managed to stagger out of the room, despite her drunkenness and the towering heels that came with the costume.

A few minutes later, Susan found Suzanne socializing downstairs. They quickly hustled to the cloak room to get their things, and then to a nearby bathroom to change. Susan changed back into her Wonder Woman costume. Then Suzanne changed into the Catwoman outfit Susan had just taken off. Only then did they go up together to get Alan, who had changed back into his tiger costume.

Finally, they went home together, with Suzanne driving. She hadn't drunk any more **** since her Elle act upstairs, so she was good to drive. Suzanne was dying to ask Susan how things had gone with Alan, but she knew she'd have to bide her time until tomorrow.