California Girls: Part 3

Chapter 7

With the kids still in school, Suzanne continued to break down Susan's resistance to kissing other women. Susan needed a breather after sharing one very steamy kiss with Suzanne, so Suzanne gave her some space and they resumed their interrupted morning exercises.

Suzanne thought that she'd figured out Susan's pattern of sexual liberation and prudish backsliding. She'd known Susan about as well as she'd ever known another person, but Susan's sexual liberation had no precedent, so it had taken her some time to understand all the nuances of Susan's moods.

Right now, she knew that she had to keep Susan continually horny until Susan's remaining regrets and worries faded away.

They were both still topless, and Suzanne racked her brain for some kind of plausible, or even semi-plausible, excuse for them to take their spandex shorts off too. But she couldn't think of any.

However, she had no trouble keeping Susan extremely aroused, even without any physical contact. She just had Susan describe in intimate detail her first blowjob that morning. Suzanne picked the first one because that way she avoided all the "lesbianism" issues Susan had with her later kissing of Katherine. Actually, the first blowjob hadn't lasted more than a minute; it was all the events that led up to it that Susan got hot and bothered talking about, especially the dry humping.

The only problem Suzanne had with her scheming, if one could call it a problem, was that when she manipulated Susan into getting extremely aroused, she usually ended up getting similarly excited herself.

More disturbing for Suzanne, her attempt to indoctrinate Susan with specific lingo and ideas was wildly successful, but she sensed that she was at least partially indoctrinating herself at the same time. For instance, even though she'd never thought of Alan as "powerful" before, and certainly never thought of his penis as a "powerful" thing, she and Susan had used that term so much lately that she couldn't help but be affected. Before, when she'd heard Susan use that kind of language she'd had to try not to snicker, but now she didn't even bat an eye.

In any case, Suzanne got so carried away hearing all the details about the dry humping that it took her a while before she remembered her goal to push Susan's boundaries about woman-to-woman kissing. The fact that Susan was telling her story while they were both ostensibly still exercising made it even easier to be distracted. Both of them pretty much sexually humped every exercise machine they sat on, thanks to all Susan's talk about dry humping.

But eventually the story reached its cummy climax when Susan finally started describing the actual blowjob itself.

Knowing that Susan's lusty mood was climaxing along with the story, Suzanne announced it was a good time for them to end their exercises (such as they were). Suzanne wanted to get her kissing scheme back on track.

Susan had agreed that they should practice greeting each other with French kisses whenever one of them entered a room where the other one was. So when they finished resting and toweling off after the exercises, Suzanne walked out of the basement, rushed up to the underwear cabinet, picked up a pair of high heels for Susan and another pair for herself, then returned to the basement exercise area and walked back in.

"Hi girlfriend! How's it going?" She walked forward.

"Hi Suzanne!" Susan said in mock surprise as Suzanne entered the room. She knew Suzanne had created a ridiculously thin pretense for another kiss, but she didn't care. She was still so aroused that she could hardly wait for it.

Suzanne smiled, held up the two pair of high heels, and waggled them enticingly.

Susan smiled too. She'd recently begun to associate high heels with sexual fun with Alan, so a kind of Pavlovian association had developed where even the sight of high heels made her horny. She was rather surprised that Suzanne had brought them, though. The women almost never wore heels when Alan wasn't home, because they had to limit their time in them so their feet wouldn't hurt all the time. Besides, there was no way to wear them while exercising.

She decided to reply to Suzanne's question: "Okay. How's it going with you?"

Suzanne put the shoes down on a table so she could have her hands free. She kept walking forward, then suddenly and boldly encircled Susan in a tight embrace and planted her lips on her friend's mouth. She immediately began tonguing her, even bending Susan backward a bit during their kiss.

Susan responded with her own tongue, more actively and passionately this time than before.

After another minute, Suzanne stopped the kiss and pulled back.

"It's going well," she said, answering Susan's nearly forgotten question. "How are things on your side?"

"Good. Really good. I was just helping Tiger reach his daily target..."

Then Susan broke from her acting role. "Do women really truly kiss like that? It just seems so passionate. What if Ron saw us kissing like that?" Her brain was fogged, especially because Suzanne still held her in an embrace, and Suzanne's big, bare melons actively rubbed against her own in distractingly delightful ways.

Suzanne answered, "If he saw a kiss like that, he'd probably get horny and give you a good fucking later that evening. Oh wait, I forgot, I'm talking about Ron. Women don't turn him on, so that wouldn't work."

They chuckled, although with a tinge of sadness.

Suzanne went on, "Most guys would get horny, anyway. That's probably why guys encourage women to do this kind of thing. You have to admit it's a lot more fun than just saying 'hi.'"

Susan ran a hand down Suzanne's shapely back as she responded, "Yes it is. But it was just so emotional. And passionate. I just can't imagine that women normally kiss like this. I mean, like you and Brenda. I can't even picture how your two faces can meet in the first place with your big tits getting in the way. When you kiss her, do you feel shivers down your spine? Do you feel tingling down in your ... Well, tingling all over your skin? Doesn't it make it hard to even think when she's got her beach-ball-size breasts pressing into your chest, rubbing her remarkably long nipples all over your own soft, white mountains? I mean, how can you just casually greet someone like that?"

Susan was getting herself quite worked up visualizing Brenda and Suzanne together, greeting one another so intensely.

Suzanne had been lying when she said that she regularly kissed Brenda on the mouth like that. She replied, "Kissing Brenda isn't that different from kissing you. Your tits are nearly as humongous as hers, and they're the same as mine. You and I are both prime centerfold material, and you know it. You may deny it because you're so modest, but that's just a fact. Bodies like yours and mine, and I'm sure Brenda's, are designed to give and receive pleasure."

Suzanne reached out and cupped Susan's boobs from underneath. "Our tits, our lips" - she glided a finger up Susan's neck and chin until it reached her lips - "our hands" - she ran a finger of her other hand down Susan's arm until it reached her hand - "our asses" - the finger on Susan's lip suddenly found itself sliding down Susan's thinly covered ass crack - "and our pussies" - Suzanne knew Susan's pussy was a no-go area for now, even with shorts on, so she trailed a finger down to the top of where Susan's bush was and stopped there - "every inch of us has more nerve endings than the typical female."

Susan shivered and tingled everywhere Suzanne had touched her. She felt particularly powerful tingles in her pussy and nipples, even though Suzanne hadn't quite touched her in either of those places.

Suzanne continued, "It's not just our large breasts; we're exceptionally sensitive all over. Maybe that's one reason that we've become such good friends, because we're kindred spirits. You know, when Sweetie puts his hand on my ass cheek and strokes it, that's enough to make me want to cum, right there."

Susan thought, Me too, sometimes! So what she's saying is that big-titted women are born to please naturally superior males like my cutie Tiger. That makes sense. It stands to reason that the bigger the tits a woman has, the more they were made by the Lord to serve! Yes! To be a sexual **** to my son's cock ... Gaawwwd, that makes me SO HOT!

But she merely said, "Me too! I love it when he touches my ass. That's my favorite." However, then she salivated as she thought about sucking his cock. "Well, my second favorite." Then she thought about his tit play. "Okay, third favorite, probably. But that's partially 'cos I'm afraid to let him get near my tits and especially my nipples because they're just too sensitive. I can get off just by pinching my own nipple."

Susan attempted to demonstrate this by pinching one of her nipples. While it didn't get her to climax, that was only because she'd climaxed so recently.

Without thinking, Suzanne unconsciously reached over and pinched Susan's other nipple, then pinched one of her own as well. She watched Susan's whole body shudder and tremble, although again it didn't quite lead to a full orgasm. "Yes. See what I mean? So that's part of it. There's going to be more electricity just because of our bodies. Call it a blessing or a curse. But more than that, this is a new and scary experience for you, so you're excited and tense about it. That'll pass."

Suzanne continued to hold Susan's nipple, gently rolling it between her fingers. "Think about how you would kiss your husband when he came home from work, when he is here in the States. Even if you were to kiss him on the lips, it'd be no big deal anymore, right?"

"Yuck. Don't remind me about him." The unpleasant thought caused Susan to put her hands down, removing them from fondling herself.

"Sorry, but the point is, that's how it'll be with other women when you get used to kissing them. You and I need to practice more so that the next time Sweetie asks you to kiss another woman you won't be all frazzled and troubled by it. It's like learning to ride a bicycle without training wheels. The first time, you're really nervous, but eventually you can do it without even thinking about how it's done."

"You're right. My nerves will go away too, just like that. I couldn't handle the intensity if every kiss was like this, thank God. It's almost better than kissing my Tiger! This will pass. Yes. You're always right. What a good friend you are."

Suzanne said, as she casually brought her other hand up to play with Susan's other nipple at the same time, "Note also that I said 'Hi, girlfriend'? I'm sure you've noticed how women call each other 'girlfriend' but guys never call each other 'boyfriend'? That's another example of how our society likes a certain amount of low-level woman-woman interaction. It's titillating. All of Sweetie's women call each other 'girlfriend' but, needless to say, he doesn't call anyone 'boyfriend.' I know it's unfair."

"It is!" But Susan was much more aroused than upset by the idea. It's like he has a harem! A stable! A stable of big-titted beauties. And we all have to kiss each other and rub our tits against each other to keep his cock stiff and long! He needs all that visual stimulation because he has such a big, thick, and oh-so suckable cock!

Suzanne added, while still idly playing with Susan's nipples, "Boy, Sweetie will be really turned on when he sees us kiss each other!"

"He sure will!" Susan paused, and then asked shyly, "Can we ... maybe ... practice some more?"

Suzanne's heart soared. She was totally in love with Susan. Her friendship with Susan came first, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. But to keep that friendship and have a physically intimate relationship was such an exciting idea that Suzanne actually swooned. Unbelievable! It's really happening! My impossible dream to be with Susan in every way is coming true after all these years. Her lust for Sweetie was the key to breaking down her defenses. Even if she's against making love with me and just wants to kiss and fondle, I'll still be over the moon! That's like winning the lottery, right there! No, I'm winning it three times, once with her, once with Sweetie, and once with Angel!

Suzanne had to turn away, because she didn't want to scare Susan off by revealing just how excited and downright giddy she was. She needed an excuse to stay facing another direction for a while, so a naughty idea came to her: she pulled her shorts down her legs.

Susan was still waiting anxiously for an answer to her request to practice some more, so she was quite puzzled. "Suzanne? What are you doing?" Very quietly, almost in a whisper, she added, "Does that mean you don't want to kiss me again?"

Suzanne's shorts were only down to her knees when she suddenly turned around and beamed with joy. "Susan, of COURSE I'd love to kiss you some more!" She's just so cute and lovable! This is true love! She added, "But let's take our shorts off first, okay?"

However, Suzanne saw Susan looking confused, and realized that her friend needed at least some thin excuse. So she added, "If we're gonna practice kissing and imagine that Tiger is watching us, you know he's gonna want us naked. Completely naked. So we should practice that." She pulled her shorts the rest of the way off as she explained this, then draped them over one of the exercise machines.

Susan giggled. "You called him 'Tiger.'"

Suzanne reviewed her words and smiled. "So I did. Heck, I hear 'Tiger this' and 'Tiger that' so much every day that I think of him as a Tiger almost as much as a Sweetie."

"Ditto for me and 'Sweetie, '" Susan said. "He's a sweet tiger." She giggled at that happy thought. "But is it really necessary for us to get totally nude just to kiss? It's not like we're ALWAYS completely naked around him."

"True, but we ARE naked for him quite a lot lately. Don't you think naked and kneeling is the very best way to suck his cock? Not counting wearing high heels, of course."

Susan bit her lip and nodded. That's so true! Just thinking about it is making me salivate. Tiger, where are you and your big thick cock when I need it most?!

Suzanne added, "Besides, those exercise shorts were just too tight and confining anyway. Try taking yours off. Do it for your son. Imagine he's here right now, staring at you. You'll feel much better."

Susan immediately followed that advice. The magic words were "Do it for your son." She didn't need to think about it after Suzanne said that, at least not while in her current horny state. And she was relieved to take them off anyway, since they'd gotten quite wet with all her pussy juices.

Chapter 8

Suzanne and Susan practiced kissing three more times, with Suzanne pretending to leave and reenter the room each time. Rubbing their bare tits and especially their erect nipples together was as much or more important for them than the kissing. But Suzanne avoided grinding her pussy against Susan's leg since she didn't want to push her too far too soon.

After the second kiss, Susan nodded to the table where their high heels were sitting. "Can we try a kiss with those on?"

Suzanne went and got the shoes. "Sure." She was euphoric. She had no idea when she'd woken up that morning that she'd be kissing her best friend on the lips just hours later. She'd thought Susan wasn't ready for this, so she was delighted to be proven wrong.

She wiggled the shoes in her hands as she walked back, sashaying her hips as if parading for Alan. "Heels like these really get your blood pumping, don't they?"

Susan blushed a little bit as she took her pair. She bent over to put them on, causing her huge tits to dangle dramatically. "Well, yeah. I mean, Tiger never says anything about them, but I can just tell he gets extra excited and stiff when I'm wearing them. I feel naked without them these days, and I don't mean the good kind of naked. It almost doesn't seem right to suck his big cock unless I'm wearing them. Four or five inch heels are best!"

Suzanne had been putting her own heels on, while also enjoying the sight of Susan bending over. She stood back up at the same time Susan did, and took her again in her arms. "Let's see if heels make a better kiss." She wasn't willing to admit it, but even she was developing a fetish for high heels.

They kissed again. By this point they had gotten quite comfortable with kissing each other, so they were able to let themselves go. Susan had already gotten used to Alan running his hands all over her naked body while kissing her, and she especially liked the way he kneaded her bare ass cheeks while pressing his stiffy against her. So it seemed natural when Suzanne kneaded her bare ass cheeks too while kissing.

There were two major differences than if she'd been with Alan: there was no hot boner pressing into her lower abdomen, and her big melons were pushing into Suzanne's equally big and impressive melons instead of Alan's flat, muscular chest. Susan missed feeling Alan's hard-on, but since her breasts were so excitable, their rubbing racks together almost made up for it.

Suzanne had a good idea just how sensitive Susan's boobs were - unfortunately, much more sensitive than her own - so she let her hands roam over them quite a lot. Even though Suzanne's boobs weren't as sensitive as she would have liked, now that she knew how much pleasure Susan derived from her own, Suzanne's nipples were quite responsive, which led the two busty mothers to have "nipple battles," rubbing their nipples against the other's while they were also dueling with their tongues.

Susan realized that Suzanne was a much more talented kisser than she was. When that kiss ended, she bemoaned her own lack of skill. "I'm sorry I'm such a bad kisser. Kissing Ron was like kissing a dead fish. I just never got into it. I need to learn to do better for my Tiger."

"No worries," Suzanne said reassuringly as she rolled Susan's left nipple. She liked how Susan referred to kissing Ron in the past tense. "We'll practice this until you get really good. Sweetie won't know what hit him when you kiss him goodnight tonight. Then he'll learn from you and become a better kisser too, and then both of you will be better kissers. If it helps you, just imagine that my tongue is actually his fat erection, deeply penetrating your mouth. Treat it gently with your own tongue. Put your growing cocksucking skills to use. Then switch roles and imagine that your tongue is his cock, and my mouth is one of your wet, dripping holes."

"Oooh!" Susan bounced and squealed with delight, rubbing her nude body all over Suzanne's in the process. "That might help. Let's try again!"

They necked some more, and this time Susan was much, much better. Suzanne could hardly believe how good it felt, or how happy this kissing made her. In fact, she was so ecstatic that she repeatedly had to use all her willpower not to cry tears of joy. (She would have had a real problem coming up with a plausible explanation for her tears.)

They broke apart after a few minutes. Susan bent down to take her high heels off.

Suzanne asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know how it goes. As a general rule, I only wear high heels for my Tiger. Otherwise, my feet hurt too much."

"Well, hold your horses for now though," Suzanne advised. "Soon, I think it's time for us to get serious about your sashaying practice."

Susan immediately stopped talking off her heels and stood up straight. "Oh, goody! I'm more than ready. You've had me practicing walking in heels in weird ways for over a week now, and I don't quite understand what's it all about. What's so great about sashaying, anyway, and why do I need so much practice for it?"

Suzanne lectured, "Sashaying isn't just another way of walking; it's an art form! If you do it right, you'll literally see Sweetie's tongue hanging out of his mouth. And his cock will get so hard and stiff in seconds that he'll have **** but to ask you for a nice long cocksucking!"

That perked Susan up. She licked her lips hungrily. "Let's do it! Not 'soon, ' but now!"

Suzanne chuckled at Susan's eagerness. "I've already taught you how to strut, and you've doing well with that, but sashaying is much more difficult. Especially if you want to do it in high heels."

"I do, I do! I can already sense that to do it any other way would be downright improper. But what's so hard about it? I've been walking in high heels for many years now."

Suzanne walked away, showing off her sashaying style as she talked. "Yes, but strutting is a very different thing. You have to rethink how you place your feet, how you move your hips, how you hold your head, what you do with your arms - everything. Frankly, I wouldn't even let you try it in anything more than low heels except for your experience wearing high heels to all those parties you used to go to. Angel and Amy for instance, they'd need a lot of training even to do it in low heels. And just as important is your attitude. You need to walk with confidence and feminine grace, yet with a touch of aggression, like you're a panther stalking its prey."

Suzanne spun around on her heels as if turning on a dime. "And you see that little move? I have so many moves and tricks to teach you." She resumed sashaying, but back to Susan this time. "If you can do it all correctly - and in high heels, no less - the effect on a horny guy like Alan is simply devastating. Coming or going, it makes no difference." She winked as she added, "Soon, you'll have HIM cumming, if you know what I mean."

Susan clutched at her bare chest. Had she not done that, her huge tits would have moved up and down in time to her pounding heart.

Suzanne turned back around and bent over slightly. "Now I know you pride yourself on being Tiger's big-titted mommy, and rightfully so. But let's not forget how effective a lure the ass can be. Look at my ass right now. Imagine you just came home from a hard day at school and you saw me standing bare-assed like this. Wouldn't you just want to run your hands all over my backside?"

Susan whispered lustily, "Oh, yes! Oh yes!"

Suzanne prodded, "Wouldn't you want to walk up close, unzip your fly, whip out your massive cock, and rub it up and down my ass crack? And then reach around and fondle my big tits from behind until you've got me so hot and bothered that I'll have **** but to drop to my knees and suck and suck and suck, just like a good mommy should?"

Susan gasped, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, YES! A thousand times yes!"

Suzanne turned back and smirked. She loved playing with Susan like that.

Susan waved her arms in impatient exasperation. "Let's get started already!"

Suzanne laughed. "Okay, but what about our kissing practice?"

"We can do that too. My goodness. Between the kissing practice and all this talk about sashaying, you've got me so horny that, well ... I don't know what! I feel like I'm going to burst!"

They decided to take their kissing and sashaying practicing upstairs. For the rest of the morning, whenever one or the other would leave the room to go to the bathroom, answer the phone, get a drink, or whatever, they would greet each other again with a passionate kiss on their return.

They spent the rest of the day doing their usual things, with Susan working on household chores and Suzanne helping out just to be friendly and stay near. But pretty much the whole time they discussed Alan, and sex, and sex with Alan, which kept them horny while Suzanne found more reasons to keep them naked. As a consequence, each kiss grew only more passionate.

At one point, while they were folding laundry together, Susan looked around and said, "Look at us. This feels weird. I mean, we're doing this simple chore wearing nothing but sexy heels. I can't get used to it."

Suzanne said, "Don't! Never get used to nudity. Never forget your shame and embarrassment. You're not naked because it's comfy; you're naked because you're your son's big-titted slut! You're in training to be the best cocksucking centerfold mommy slut you can possibly be! That includes providing him with incredible visual stimulation. Imagine that he has a magic telescope that allows him to see you right now!"

Susan immediately straightened and stiffened her posture.

Suzanne continued, "Imagine him sitting in his class but somehow able to see his busty mom and busty aunt! He's listening to us too, watching and listening at all times, getting a big fat boner as he sees us training to serve him!" Suzanne got off on the idea of Susan training to serve Alan, but she put herself in an entirely different category. She figured that if anyone was going to be the leader of the family harem, it was going to be her.

But she certainly knew how to push Susan's buttons. Susan stood up, causing the laundry in her lap to fall to the floor. "My goodness! Suzanne, that's SO HOT! Quickly, kiss me!"

Suzanne stood up to join her and they necked yet again.

As they did, Susan found herself thinking, Uh-oh! I think I'm starting to really love this. And as a thing in and of itself, not just as something to titillate my hunky son. Suzanne is such a wonderful person. I love her so much. And she's so very, very beautiful. How can I not react to her in a physical way?

Is it wrong to kiss like this? Especially when we're naked and our big tits are pressing together so delightfully? Lord, please grant me wisdom here. I'm turning into such a naughty, wanton woman! Where will it end?!

Chapter 9

Suzanne and Susan sunbathed in the nude in the back yard for the second day in a row. By that time both of them had been nude or nearly so most of the day. They'd spent over a hour in Susan's bedroom practicing naked sashaying, with Susan making a lot of progress.

Suzanne constantly made up excuses for them to "greet" each other while both of them were in the buff. They did so for many minutes, often continuing to rub their chests into each other even while pausing between kisses.

Suzanne used Alan as a lever to get Susan to do more intimate things without really realizing it was lesbian activity. She could justify just about anything by pretending that Alan was involved or watching.

For instance, as they were about to start another kiss, she said to Susan, "Kissing is even better if you really fondle your partner's ass. You know, like in slow dances."

"But we've already been doing that," Susan pointed out. "Practically all morning, in fact."

"True," Suzanne acknowledged. "But that's just surface stuff, clutching and caressing the fleshy part. Now imagine that my hand is your Tiger's hand, and that he wants to aggressively 'get your attention.'"

"Okay." Susan had such a vivid imagination that her heart started to beat faster, imagining she really was being groped by her son.

Suzanne gave Susan's ass cheeks a couple of tight squeezes before saying, "Okay, now I'm a horny Alan and I want to get nasty on your ass. What do I do?"

"Well, when he's a really naughty boy, he slips his hand into my ass crack."

Suzanne did so with one of her hands.

"Yeah, like that. Then he lets his hands roam all over my ass like he owns it, even deep into my ass crack, and he goes almost to my pussy lips. Mmmm! I love it when he does that! But he doesn't stop there! He even ... this is so terribly embarrassing, but ... sometimes he even puts a finger right into my, my ... dirty hole. You know, back there!"

"You mean like this?" Suzanne brought her index finger to her mouth and licked it in a very sexy manner. Then she inserted it into Susan's anus.

Susan moaned quite loudly. "MMMM! Yeah!" She attacked Suzanne's lips with renewed vigor.

Suzanne said, "Why don't you try that on me at the same time, so that you'll know what it feels like for Tiger?"

Susan thought that was a great idea. So for a while the two of them sawed their fingers in and out of each other's assholes while they kissed, until they both exploded in massive orgasms that hit at nearly the same moment.

Suzanne was sorely tempted to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy and go all the way. But she thought, I've been fantasizing about Susan's body for years, even though I was in denial about just how much I wanted her for most of that time. I can wait a few more days. We've made so much progress today; I shouldn't push my luck, especially since she's so protective of her pussy. Sweetie will vouch for that! No, I've gotta keep the eye on the bigger prize. It's better if she buys this "friendly greeting" bull until she's kissing everybody in the house with abandon.

I'm going to have to let Tiger fuck her first, to get her over her pussy penetration phobia. Then I'll go for the kill. I have to make her a total sex slut not just with me, but with everyone here.

Suzanne also really wanted to rub their bushes together, but she thought that too would go too far for one day. She knew that Susan's boundaries tended to crumble pretty easily, except when it came to her pussy. Just as Suzanne had managed to redefine Susan's concept of "real ****" until it only covered vaginal sex, she was now redefining lesbian sex to only be female pussy contact. Such redefinitions made breaking boundaries easier in the short run, but made eventually crossing that final barrier even more difficult. Suzanne knew that, but she couldn't think of a better way. Susan's aversion to things like **** and lesbianism, based in part on her conservative Christian upbringing, was so strong that even Suzanne with all her clever arguments couldn't completely explain or redefine them away completely.

After that kiss and mutual orgasm, they needed to take a break to recover, so they went back to folding laundry.

Susan started to cool down after her orgasm and began to have second thoughts. "Aren't things getting a little too ... well ... lesbian, what with you and me running around naked and kissing and rubbing our bodies all over each other all day long? I don't know. I know it's good practice to help Tiger, but it just seems improper to do it so much."

Suzanne replied, "Just ask yourself: would he approve? Would he want to watch? Wouldn't that be exceptional visual stimulation for him? Can't you see him watching us kiss and rub our big racks when he comes home, and popping an instant boner? The kind of thick, hot, throbbing boner that needs immediate attention from your lips. Why, I'll bet in less than a minute you'd be on your knees, bobbing on his sweet meat!"

That quieted Susan's doubts. She even licked her lips hungrily.

Suzanne continued, "Let's face it: our lives will never be the same. We're no longer ordinary housewives; we've become Sweetie's big-titted personal cocksuckers. Our job is to service and serve his cock. Period! If we have to practice kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other every day for a week or more to get really good at it, then that's what we need to do. Tell me: if his energy problem was solved tomorrow and he didn't need to cum six times a day anymore, would you want to stop?"

Susan considered that. She dropped her head and blushed. "God help me, but ... no! No way! If that happened, God forbid, there would be such a big void in my life ... I wouldn't know what to do! Or even where to start."

Seeing that Susan was about to burst into tears, Suzanne scooted up to her and threw an arm around her. "Hold on! That's not going to happen. I won't let it."

Susan looked up at her beseechingly. "I love him so much! So much more than a mother should! And I love ... God help me. I really love serving his cock so very, very much! It's brought more joy into my life than I ever could have imagined! A ... a real purpose! A reason to not only get up in the morning, but to practically leap out of bed! I haven't had that since he and Angel were little kids."

Suzanne ran a hand through Susan's long, dark brown hair. "That's not bad; it's good! Think of all the good you're able to do for him."

But Susan asked hesitantly, "But ... don't you wonder sometimes if we might be getting too carried away?"

Actually, Suzanne did worry about that, but she just replied, "Are you kidding me? There's no such thing as a mother loving her son too much. We ARE his personal big-titted cocksuckers. Revel in it. Doesn't it feel good?"

"Mmmm..." Susan decided to put her worries aside and just give in. Too hard to fight ... Can't think while Suzanne is playing with my nipples like that ... Gonna succumb completely ... Mmmm ... Succumb ... Suck semen! It all makes sense ... succumbing sucking semen! My son's sweet, fat cock!

Suzanne could sense she was making progress in breaking down Susan's barriers. She kept on fondling her friend's breasts as she continued, "I'm just saying that if that's what we are, his personal cocksuckers, then we should be the best! It's not just about sucking cock; it's about sexually serving him to the best of our abilities in every way."

Susan's eyes were closed and she muttered blissfully, "Yesssss ... Serving him ... Tit ****!"

Suzanne wondered what that "tit ****" comment was about, since Susan had been too ashamed to use those words with her before. She pressed on, "Let's kiss again, and practice rubbing our breasts some more while we're at it. Imagine he's watching! And don't worry about enjoying the kissing too much. Passion shows through. The more we love it, the more he'll love it and the more it will turn him on."

Susan kissed her best friend again and found herself transported away into an erotic nirvana. She resolved to put all her "lesbian" concerns about kissing other women aside once and for all. It made perfect sense to her now that it was all part of serving Alan and his powerful, needy cock.

By the time Suzanne was ready to leave the house to run some errands a couple hours later, Susan's attitude about kissing and even fondling other women had been totally transformed. Or at least her attitude about kissing and fondling Suzanne had been transformed. Suzanne knew Susan would need more conditioning and practice before she could kiss Katherine and Amy and Brenda as easily. But the major breakthrough had been made.

Of course, when Suzanne was finally ready to leave they had to kiss once again, even though they'd necked at least two dozen times already during the day.

Standing next to the underwear cabinet in the front entryway, Suzanne kissed Susan for five minutes non-stop while freely playing with her body. That time, since she was leaving, she even fingered Susan's clit and pussy lips.

Even though both of them were dripping in their secretions, they pretended they weren't. They also each pretended that they didn't climax, even though they both did. That was because Suzanne was intent on supporting Susan's self-deception that they were merely kissing and not engaging in near all-out standing-up sex.

When their kissing finally ended, Susan leaned against the wall, panting, with Suzanne still pressing her tits into her. As she caught her breath, she said to her friend, "Now don't tell me women regularly kiss goodbye like that!" But even so, she was deliriously happy rather than accusing.

Suzanne finally disengaged, even though she felt tempted to play with Susan's luscious body forever. While reaching into the underwear cabinet she said, "No, but I figure you need all the practice you can get. Your husband is, or should I say was, as poor a kisser as he was a lover, it seems. Remember, this isn't some lesbian thing; we're doing this for your cutie Tiger. Besides, this will leave you more ready for him, especially since this is a Tuesday." She put on her bra first and then a blouse. But then she stopped, still naked below that.

Susan slumped down along the wall, ending up sitting on the floor too overwhelmed to move.

The two of them just looked at each other happily from across the foyer for a moment or two. There was a deep love as well as lust in the way they gazed at each other.

Finally Suzanne finished dressing. "I'll see you later. I can't wait to see his face - and his erection - when he sees us kiss!"

"I can't either!" Susan said happily, still sitting naked on the floor.

"And just think about practicing your new kissing skills on him, too."

"Yeah..." Susan said, staring out into space, imagining the scene. The electricity of their first kiss had hardly faded, even with all their later kisses. Susan was delighted to bring that kind of firepower to bear on her son, thanks to all she'd learned. But then the thought came, "Hey, wait. Technically, that's against the rules."

"Technically, but according to who? According to you. You can change that rule at any time. I think that rule is headed for the trash heap."

Susan scrunched her face, considering that. It wasn't that she minded revising that one rule, but she didn't like how all her rules seemed to get discarded sooner or later. She feared it was inevitable that she'd end up getting fucked by her son unless she actually put her foot down and held to the rules at some point.

Suzanne figured she'd pushed Susan as far as she could in one day, so she didn't press the issue any further. "Anyway, it's not totally against your rules. It just depends on the situation. For instance, what about your goodnight kiss and tuck-in? You can show him what you learned then."

"Oh yeah. You're right." Susan was delighted. "I can hardly wait until tonight!"

Suzanne changed her mind, deciding to push the issue a little more. "And remember that the rules are up to you. You should think twice about this 'no kissing' silliness. Are you saying you can kiss me more than you can kiss him? That doesn't make any sense, especially when your number one goal is to give him prolonged stimulation and big orgasms, is it not? The more you do with him in other ways, the less you'll feel the need to have intercourse. 'Bend over but don't break, ' as you so colorfully put it." Suzanne smiled as she recalled Susan saying that, and that made Suzanne also happily recall earlier that day when Susan had stuffed her fingers into Suzanne's mouth.

Susan said, "You're right. I'll have to think about that." She frowned. A big reason that she'd at least tried to maintain the 'no kissing' rule was because she got so horny during such kisses that she feared she'd lose all control. She pictured herself kissing Alan one minute, then finding herself bent over with his thick dick fully impaled in her cunt a few minutes later. She decided, Maybe if I keep kissing Suzanne a lot, I'll get more used to it and then I'll be able to control myself better when kissing my hunky son. Yes, that's what I need to do.

Suzanne finally put on her panties, making sure to give Susan a nice show of her pussy as she slowly lifted her legs, and then a pair of pants. She opened the front door, blew Susan a kiss, and walked out of the house.

Suzanne was content to pretend for Susan's momentary benefit that they were merely practicing kissing, but it was obvious to anyone who could see (except for Susan in her self-denial) that the two of them had begun a torrid lesbian relationship. That made Suzanne very happy, to say the least. Her friendship with Susan had always been partially based on physical attraction due somewhat to the similarity of their unusually tall and curvy bodies, so she could hardly believe it was finally happening after nearly twenty years of being friends.

As she walked home she thought, Damn! If I only would have known, I would have started this kissing YEARS ago! Of course it wouldn't have worked back then, since her love and lust for Sweetie is what's changing her sexuality, but still I can dream. But heck, why dream? Forget those lost years; I'm living the dream right now! It's perfect because I can claim our kissing is so innocent, even when it's so passionate. I just love seeing her prudish barriers collapsing. Soon we'll all be one happy orgy family, living in total lust and total love!

Susan still sat in her front hallway, completely naked and more than a little cummy and sweaty. Her earlier worry that she was going too far sexually was long gone. Several hours of erotic talk about Alan certainly helped drive her worries away, but the frequent kisses with her best friend had erased her doubts even more. Her fears that she would go too far with Alan or her daughter were replaced with a newfound conviction that it was her utmost responsibility to go further with both of them, short of "real ****," as a means of better serving her son.

On a related topic, they'd talked about anal sex some more, as a possible alternative to "real" intercourse. That got Susan even more interested in the idea, so she decided to read more about it in the books she'd bought.

Suzanne's kisses were so distracting that for once the idea of sucking or fucking Alan wasn't constantly in the forefront of Susan's mind. Instead she pondered what it would be like to "do it" with a woman. For the first time ever, thinking about Suzanne's remarkable body made her feel warm and cuddly, and almost dizzy.

Eventually she came back around to thoughts of Alan and what might happen when he came home from school, particularly since it was a Tuesday. She went into the kitchen to get something to eat, since she'd been so involved with her kissing lessons that she and Suzanne had skipped lunch. She looked at the clock above the oven. Oh my goodness! It's after two already. That means Tiger will be home soon. I can't wait. This is turning out to be the best Tuesday yet!

She went to her room to masturbate, to pass the time until he arrived. But this time, instead of just dreaming of Alan, she fantasized about herself and Suzanne being "****" to kiss and fondle each other right in front of her son and his rampant cock. But in her fantasy he wasn't happy with just that. Soon he joined in a three-way kiss-and-grope. Before long, Susan and Suzanne wound up on their knees taking turns licking his cock and kissing each other. She didn't feel bad about breaking yet more rules, because in her dream Alan was very aggressive and "****" her and Suzanne to do all those things.

She was in heaven, cumming repeatedly while savoring that fantasy.

Then she went to her answering machine and found two new messages from Brenda. She returned Brenda's call and they had another long, arousing conversation about Alan and his penis. Clearly, they had developed a new rapport in recent days.

They shared their hottest, most recent Alan-related stories and dreams. Susan stayed naked and played with herself throughout the call, and she knew that Brenda was doing the same. Additionally, when it was Susan's turn to talk, Brenda generally listened while practicing her blowjob and titfuck moves on her dildo. Since Susan usually was describing either cocksucking or titfucking Alan in great detail, Brenda usually attempted to imitate whatever Susan recounted.

Their call went on so long that Susan was able to get Brenda all caught up with her current Alan-related adventures, while Brenda got to share some of her bet recent fantasies about Alan. They both climaxed so many times that it was almost as pleasurable for them as having actual sexy fun with Alan.

Indeed, Susan truly was in heaven.