Hard to Handle: Part 3

CHAPTER 7

They went back into the Plummer house and continued to talk there. (Ron wasn't expected home until much later, so they weren't worried about him walking in on them.) Susan continued to wear her robe very loosely, even though Alan wasn't there.

After a while, they came around to the issue of punishment. Initially, Susan was going to punish both Alan and Suzanne. But Suzanne eventually convinced her that it would have been completely unreasonable for any boy Alan's age to resist Suzanne's ample charms, especially given his need to cum at least six times each and every day. Besides, Susan had such a powerful lust for her son, it was hard for her to stay mad at him. So Suzanne took the fall and ended up being the only one who got a real punishment.

Normally, Susan wouldn't have felt right punishing someone she wasn't actually related to, but Suzanne was so much like family that she went ahead and said to her, "Here's your punishment. First, you're not allowed to pleasure Alan in any way, period!"

"What?! No! That's too cruel!"

"Listen. I'm not done. The caveat is, unless I give my express permission first. And I'm keeping that restriction until further notice. I'm not going to be handing out permission to you willy nilly, either. For starters, don't even THINK about asking me until Ron's gone."

"But how will Sweetie get by?" Suzanne asked plaintively. "What about his relentless daily schedule?"

Susan replied hotly, "You let me worry about that! Thanks to your irresponsibility, I just may be **** to take matters into my own hands more often, so to speak. In fact, probably my hands and mouth." She blushed a little. "Not that I really want to, mind you, but you leave me little choice!"

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face at that, but she knew this was not the time to say something snarky. She found it interesting that Susan appeared to be completely sincere in thinking she was being "****" to give Alan such help. But she thought, If Susan needs excuses like that to cling to so she doesn't have to feel guilty about her sexual awakening, then the more excuses the better. In fact, I should think up some new ones for her.

Suzanne said, "I'm sorry for making you do that. But I do want to make clear just what you'll need to do. It's true that he seems to be getting some help at school, but that's usually only good for one or two checkmarks on his chart. All the rest will be up to you, because you want to limit his need to sin as much as possible. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the sin of Onan and what God did to him."

"NO YOU DO NOT!" Susan said crossly, her arms still folded under her exposed tits. Without thinking about it or planning it, she was growing more and more accustomed to casual nudity. The fact that Suzanne remained nearly nude helped quite a lot.

Suzanne responded, "Well then, you'll have to make sure he blows his load down your throat at least once before school. Every morning, without fail! That's essential to spreading the task out throughout the day, so he doesn't get too sore. I don't know how you'll manage that with Ron still here, but you'll have to try. Do you think you can handle that?"

Susan had a hard time not licking her lips. "If that's what I have to do, then it's what I have to do. I'll manage somehow." She made it sound like she was making a big sacrifice, when in fact she was already chomping at the bit.

Suzanne was secretly delighted. "And of course his afternoon and evening orgasms will fall entirely on your shoulders. You won't have a lot of opportunities while Ron's in town, so I recommend you steal away with Sweetie to feast on his throbbing cock-meat every chance you get. And blowjobs are the best, because they're faster and leave less of a mess. They're also going to avoid chafing him."

Susan's anger towards Suzanne continued to fade as she found herself thinking about all the delicious orgasmic possibilities in the near future. She especially liked hearing the reasoning that blowjobs were the best option. Wow! I could wind up sucking his cock four or five times a day, every day, even before Ron leaves! My goodness! My belly would be permanently full of his little spermies. And all that talk about being his big-titted mommy slut and one of his personal cocksuckers wouldn't just be sexy talk - it'll be true! I'll be living to serve his powerful manhood! Oh God! Oh God! YES!

She was so floored by this realization, which struck her almost like a divine revelation, that she was **** to sit down. She wanted to jump for joy. Not only could she fulfill her not-so-secret desires, but now she had at least a semi-plausible excuse for doing so.

She pictured herself outside in an endless grassy field somewhere, naked and kneeling, happily sucking on her son's cock. Mmmm! So delicious! I wish that could be me right now, with my jaw stretched open almost-painfully wide, because my son is that well-hung. And it COULD be me. It WILL be me! So much! Mmmm! So much! I'm such a naughty, naughty mommy, but I don't care!

She trembled with excitement, but tried to portray a semblance of calm as she said, "Well, that's probably just how it's gonna have to be for a while."

But she also thought out loud, "It'll be rather cruel to Ron if I sneak off with Tiger like that. I've been thinking. I know Ron cheated on me, but he really hasn't been THAT terrible a husband. And what if I get caught right before he goes? That would really be a disaster."

Suzanne sat down on the sofa next to her and countered, "But you really have **** in the matter. I **** this on you. Maybe Alan can get by with five or four times a day for the next two days, but do you want him to completely ruin his daily average?"

"What if he... does it on his own... sometimes?"

Suzanne acted scandalized. "Susan! Do you hear yourself?! That's the sin of Onan!"

Susan looked down, chastened. "I know, I know. But he did it so much before all this started. Would a few more times really be so bad, in the greater scheme of things? At least until Ron's gone?"

Suzanne responded with a withering look. "You're the one who's always telling me about how worried you are about sin. If you're feeling guilty, maybe you should try to limit yourself to handjobs until Ron's gone. But the main thing is, one way or another, you have to coax all that cum out of him."

Susan considered that, then looked up at Suzanne with new resolve. "Thanks. I'll try. And I'm sorry about being a meanie, but I really have to put my foot down. I feel like things are spinning out of my control. I need to be firm, or who knows what'll happen around here."

"I understand. I blew it, and I'm not just talking about your son's dick. I should have been stronger. However, I hope you can at least understand why I lost control. I mean, do you know what it's like, having to go so many days without being able to swallow even one of his creamy loads? Not being able to run your tongue up and down those glorious eight inches? Not being able to lick his balls while your hands steadily pump up and down all over his rock-hard pole? Not even being able to feel his throbbing warmth in your hands as it squirts out his hot, potent seed all over your face and chest? Can't you understand my frustration?"

"Yes!" Susan panted loudly, as another wave of lust overtook her. Had Alan walked into the room just then, she would have had his fly unzipped before he could even say hello.

Suzanne knew that at this point Susan was putty in her hands. She went on to describe again, in intimate detail, all of the sexy reasons why she'd lost control. Then she went on to describe in vivid, accurate detail everything she and Alan had done to each other until the moment that they'd been caught. She even described her blowjobs with a near lick-by-lick accuracy.

Such minor details would have sounded dreadfully boring to most people, but Susan loved to hear it, steadily growing more and more aroused. She had positioned herself so she could surreptitiously rub her pussy a little bit, without Suzanne knowing it (or so she thought). She was eager to learn more of Suzanne's many cocksucking techniques and how she employed them, since she was intent on improving her own skills.

To help herself better describe the different ways that Alan had played with her breasts, Suzanne began to caress herself in the same way.

Susan still wore nothing but a robe (which she'd put on in the first place because of an **** desire to expose herself to her son). She found herself shifting and wriggling about as Suzanne's story got hotter and more explicit. She constantly had to re-close her robe. She wasn't trying to cover her breasts - she'd long given up on that - she was just trying to keep her wet pussy hidden from Suzanne's view.

By the time Suzanne began running her fingers up and down her own legs to illustrate just how and where Alan had run his erection over her, Susan gave up even attempting to keep that part of her robe closed. It seemed a bit silly after all, since Suzanne was wearing only her bikini bottoms.

Finally, Suzanne ran out of excuses to keep up her vivid description of sex acts. She ended with, "So that's the story," and looked at a clock on the wall. "My, how the time flies. We've been talking over an hour. I suppose by now Sweetie has taken his afternoon nap. You should go up there right away and give him a firm lecture, or whatever."

"A lecture? You really think so?" She pulled at the sash of her robe again, trying to hide the rivulets of cum currently running down her thighs. Her chest was heaving wildly. She felt that she wasn't in any condition to give Alan a lecture.

"Definitely. Don't even waste time changing and cleaning up, because Ron could be here soon." Actually, she knew that wasn't true; she just wanted Susan to visit Alan's room in nothing but her robe.

She suggested, "I'll tell you what. I'll find my bikini top and put it back on. Then I'll stay downstairs and keep an eye out for anyone coming home. That way you're covered in case you happen to end up stroking or sucking Sweetie's fat sausage as well. I know you're mad at him, but he's way below target today."

She added in her mind, And I'll freshen up down here. This place smells like wet pussy, thanks to both of us! What would Ron think of that?

Susan nodded, replying piously, "Well then, thank you very much. But don't worry, that's not going to happen; I'm going to be too busy reminding my son about the virtues of forthrightness and honesty." But she licked her lips in anticipation just the same.

Suzanne prodded, "That sounds good. But remember, if you're punishing me so severely, then the load is entirely on you. If he's gonna make his daily target today, it's pretty vital that you suck all the sperm out of his big balls at least once before dinner, and again later tonight. You might even have to do it while Brenda is visiting!"

Susan nodded while trying hard not to smile. "I suppose that's possible. If it happens, Brenda will just have to try to understand."

"Indeed."

Susan had to **** herself to walk slowly, rather than run up the stairs, because she didn't want to look too eager.

Once Susan was gone, Suzanne thought, Like candy from a baby, again! This punishment could work out so well that I'm a bit disappointed I didn't think of it myself. Just so long as it doesn't last too long. Once she's completely hooked on sucking his cock every day, I'll be able to move on to the next phase in my scheme. Pretty soon I'll have him fucking both of us. I can hardly wait!

CHAPTER 8

Alan had tried to take a nap, but he was too agitated from his mother's unusual outburst to fall asleep quickly. Seeing that a nap wasn't going to happen, he went to his computer and surfed the web and answered e-mails, because his mind was too scattered to do any homework. He put on his favorite Nick Drake album, "Pink Moon," but even some mellow acoustic guitar music couldn't soothe his troubled mind.

By the time Susan entered his room, Suzanne had manipulated her into such a lustful state that her anger was completely gone. She still wore nothing but the robe, though at least she'd stopped by the bathroom to clean up her sopping wet pussy as best she could. It's telling that she took the time to do that but didn't bother to change clothes.

She actually did give him her lecture about values and virtues. She tried to sound stern and authoritative, but she was only partially successful at best. Her chief problem was that she was still so horny that she had trouble staying focused. Among her other difficulties, her nipples were so hard that they poked out noticeably even through the loose-fitting robe.

As she lectured, Alan had a hard time concentrating. Instead, he thought about her nipples and wondered what was making her so aroused. He also noticed her robe continually opening up more and more, and idly wondered when her breasts would bounce completely free. It was a testament to his attempt to be a good son that he managed to follow her speech at all.

At one point, she explained the punishment she was giving Suzanne, and that prompted him to ask if he was getting punished too.

"Normally yes, you would be too. But this is your time of trouble, what with having to keep your daily target and everything. Besides, Suzanne was the one who tricked me, and you were just being used by her. Also, how could I expect a young, virile man like you to resist a gorgeous, busty beauty like her? But I'm still a bit disappointed in you!" She wagged a finger at him disapprovingly.

He didn't know it, but behind Susan's conscious thought was her feeling that a son with such a big, tasty cock should never be punished, only rewarded, preferably by lots of blowjobs. His recent acting job in pretending to be tortured by sexual frustration also helped in getting him off the hook.

She kept her lecture mercifully brief, lightening her tone as she finished. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not all rules and boundaries, you know. I'm trying to loosen up and get sexy, just like you asked. Since Suzanne is in the doghouse now, it looks like more of the burden of keeping you stimulated will fall on me. I was just shopping for a new bikini before I caught you two. Why don't we go to the pool and I'll show it off for you?"

Susan was so upset that Suzanne had co-opted all of Alan's attention earlier that afternoon that she'd rushed to the store as soon as both of them left and bought the skimpiest bikini she could find. When she got back she was eager to show it off, and that's how and why she'd realized what Alan and Suzanne were doing, because she went looking for him and she'd heard the sounds of their sexual fun over the wall.

She was still eager to show it off. This latest bikini was thong-styled, just like Suzanne's. It had barely enough fabric to cover her nipples and her bush, and nothing more. In the back it was simply a string that disappeared up her butt crack.

It wasn't a hard sell to get Alan interested in seeing his voluptuous mother in a teeny new bikini. In fact, his desire for a nap disappeared altogether.

She went to her bedroom to change, while he also changed into his usual swimsuit. They met by the pool a few minutes later. Suzanne was nowhere to be seen; she'd made herself scarce because she knew that Susan wanted this time alone with her son. Katherine was still at the beach with Amy.

Susan stood proudly before her son, modeling the new white bikini and a matching white pair of high heels. "What do you think, Tiger? I promised I'd wear a sexier bathing suit. Does this fit the bill?"

He loved the excited, joyful smile on her face at least as much as her exposed, shapely body. "Oh, Mom! Wow! You know it does! You're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. I love you so much, and that you're always trying to help me out so much, even with all the danger."

Susan was giddy with the compliments. But that mood was broken by his reminder of that Ron could come home and find them there. "Danger? Don't even talk about getting caught, please. Thank goodness your father is out, because I'd hate to see what he'd think if he saw me like this. Even though it IS just a bikini. It's not like I'm showing off anything I shouldn't. But it's just such a daring bikini; he wouldn't know what to think."

She glance at his crotch. Oh boy! Just look at that big fat bulge! Mmmm! So many inches of yummy cock-meat for Mommy!

The two of them sat down on lounge chairs next to each other and engaged in idle chat. There was a buzz of anticipation in the air, but they were playing it cool for the moment, just enjoying being together.

As the minutes passed, Susan started to loosen up. She'd been worried that Suzanne might come out to join them and again steal her thunder, but that worry faded. She commented, "You know, it actually feels kind of funny to wear this, since I don't wear any underwear anymore. I'm getting so used to having my breasts bounce free - and exposed to your eyes much of the time - that I don't know what to think when they're all bound up like this."

"Thank you, Mom, so much, for dressing up just for me. Or undressing, I should say."

They both laughed. "It's the least I can do," she said. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise, from two weeks ago. You know, when I promised to suck you off every single day. It's been difficult for me adjusting to... well, to everything. But really, that wasn't just a promise. Suzanne has helped me see that it's actually my responsibility to make sure your member is well drained on a regular basis."

He could hardly believe his ears. He just nodded his head dumbly.

She fingered the edges of her bikini in a seductive way. "I'm going to try harder to fulfill that vow. We can't forget Nurse Akami's instructions that it's not just a matter of how many times you cum, but we have to keep your, um, member stiff and stimulated for as long as possible!"

That idea was so exciting for her than she had to calm her breathing before she could continue. "Of course, I'll do my best in the visual stimulation department. Like this bikini. This is the kind of bikini that good mommies wear, don't you think? The kind of big-titted mommies who make sure to use their lips and tongue to always keep their son's balls drained dry!"

Seeing that she was on a roll and didn't need much encouragement, he just nodded. His rod felt as rigid as a steel bar. Man! Mom loves blowjobs so much! I wonder what'll happen when she discovers titfucks too?!

She continued, "But the problem with a bikini like this is that it covers so little you never know what will happen. Like if I try to redo the tie at the back of my neck..." She raised her arms and began retying the bikini top. As she did so, the top slid up her boobs until her nipples were completely exposed.

"You see what I mean?" she squealed. "This bikini is so small I can hardly keep it on at all!"

"Yeah, I definitely see what you mean," he said, very aroused. It wasn't just the bikini that got him going - every last inch of her was hot. She wasn't wearing a hairband, so her long, dark brown hair fell more freely than usual. That, plus the fact that she wore high heels, made her seem nothing like the suburban soccer mom he'd known and loved for so many years. Only her owlish prescription glasses reminded him of her "old mom" ways.

She continued to play with her bikini top for several minutes, driving him slowly insane with lust. She showed him all the different ways her nipples could be exposed: by popping a nipple out the top, or the bottom, or one side or the other, or both nipples at once in different variations. Throughout most of this she found her fingers straying to her nipples and brushing up against them, even pinching them. The bikini top had one knot at the back of the neck and another in the middle of the back, and she found different excuses to untie one or the other or both.

Her nipples were not especially large or pronounced, but they grew more erect than he'd ever recalled seeing them before.

His only frustration was that he didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. He figured the danger of that was increased due to her recent angry outburst. So he was **** to let her take the lead, keeping his boner tucked away. It was like sexual ****, but a wonderfully arousing ****.

By and by, she said, "I'll bet you have the same kind of trouble with your bathing suit. For a well-hung, cum-filled boy like you, I'd be surprised if you could keep your big rod cooped up in there at all."

He knew when to take a hint. "Now that you mention it, I'm having a problem too." He immediately readjusted his crotch, making sure to cause his erection to snake down his leg until it poked out. But it wasn't that tiny a suit, and only a couple of inches were exposed. So, correctly judging his mother's mood, he simply slid his shorts down past his knees.

She smiled and licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the erection that now jutted out like a flagpole. "I think you have the right idea there, Son. A big cock like that just can't be tamed or restrained in any way! As you can see, this bikini top is just as much trouble. Don't you think it's better if I take it off altogether, instead of having to always battle it? It simply doesn't fit over my chest very well."

"Oh yeah!" he agreed. He was already holding his erection and rubbing it, but just a little, which he hoped she wouldn't notice. She was really sensitive about the "sin of Onan" issue.

She tossed her top away, then struck another sexy pose for him.

DANG! Mom is a walking orgasm! I can't take any more teasing. I have to step up and say something, or I'm gonna have a heart attack! "Mom, this is just too much for a stimulation-starved guy like me. Could you help me 'do my thing' right now?"

"Sorry. Mommy would love to, but she can't do that. Imagine if Ron comes home and finds Mommy with her hands around her little boy's not-so-little member! Or, even worse, what if he sees Mommy bouncing her head up and down on her son's lap, sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow? Sucking his big, thick Popsicle, except it's such a hot Popsicle too. Throbbing hot! No, that won't do." She clearly was getting more than a little excited herself.

"Mind if I do it myself then?" he asked excitedly. Even as he asked, he was already stroking himself in an increasingly blatant manner. He was so turned on that he already had to firmly clench his PC muscle to stave off an impending orgasm.

"Does your mommy really arouse you that much?"

He laughed. "YES!"

She turned and sat up on her heels, giving him a great view of her backside. "Here. Take a look at my ass. Isn't it just scandalous how little cloth they put back here? I should go back to the store and complain: 'Hey, I wanted a bikini, not a fucking G-string!'"

He was shocked; she never, ever used the word 'fuck'.

She added, "Pardon my dirty language, by the way, but I'm just so angry! What, did they run out of fabric or something? It's like I'm totally nude. I might as well be, except for these high heels."

She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Can you imagine that? Your mommy totally naked except for high heels? That would leave me completely helpless to resist your spermy spear!"

He could imagine it well, since that was pretty much exactly what she looked like already. He groaned as he stroked, somehow even more blown away by her high heels and bikini bottoms than if she'd been completely nude. They were proof that she dressed outrageously just to please him. He was amazed that he hadn't already shot his cum all over the pool deck.

She slowly ran her hand over her buttocks. "And this tiny string. It gets lost up my ass crack." She probed her butt crack with one hand. "What do you think Ron would say if he came home right now and saw us like this?"

She looked off in the distance and continued as if she were speaking directly to Ron. "What would you think, Hubby, if you saw your wife wearing nothing but a G-string and high heels, and your son a few feet away with his swimsuit around his ankles, jacking off to his mommy's naked body? Well I have news for you, Ron. Your son is twice the man you'll ever be! And his prick is so THICK and HOT and TASTY! You have no idea how to satisfy a woman!"

She turned back to Alan and looked with genuine dismay at his hand stroking his erection. "Tiger! I told you, you can't do that!"

He moaned, "Mom! Geez, you're just too sexy!" He looked down at where his hand was still sliding up and down his thickness. "I can't stop myself!"

She smiled wickedly. "Try, Son. You know that's a sin. So VERY improper!"

He tried merely hold it instead of stroking it, but he knew that his was a losing battle. He wouldn't be able to hold back for long.

She slowly scooted forward. "I hope I don't have to help you out. Are you going to make me do all kinds of wanton, naughty things to your fat cock with my lips and tongue? Why, if I did that, you just might blow your nuts all over your sinful mother's naughty face! Imagine that. Imagine if Ron came home and I greeted him just drenched in your creamy jism? He might think something's not quite right. No, it's better if I just show you the rest of my bikini. It's good if I only help with the visual stimulation. I haven't even shown you the backside yet. Well, not much." She giggled.

He interrupted again. "Mom! You're getting me soooo turned on. Please! I think I'm gonna lose it soon. What should I do when it happens?"

She surveyed the situation and considered the time. God, I'd love to suck his cock, but I shouldn't. Suzanne was supposed to keep watch, but she seems to have gone. And what if my husband really DOES come back and find us like this? This is crazy! I really should have stayed with him in his room. I'd be gulping down his sweet, salty seed right about now. But Ron's due home any minute!

She said, "Tiger, I hate to say this, but we have to stop. Ron might come home anytime. Please go back to your room and finish up there, okay?"

"Fuckin' A!" Alan cursed under his breath. As if I can just start and stop like that, turning my urges on and off like a light switch! You're driving me mad, Mom! ... Fuck! Unbelievable!

But after taking a deep breath or two, he continued with a conciliatory tone. "But that's okay. I understand." He looked at her with dejected puppy-dog eyes.

"Awww..." She wavered, turning fully towards him. "I suppose we could. Maybe just a couple of licks... Just for a minute, to taste a little bit..." She scooted closer.

He prayed with all his might that she'd help, even though he wasn't religious.

But she hesitated, looking extremely nervous. Just then a big truck drove past, which they could hear from their backyard. That reminded her of her husband arriving home, causing her to pull back. "I'm sorry. We can't. Not now."

"DANG!" He sighed heavily. Stupid truck! "Oh maaaaan. ... Well, anyways, thanks so much for helping out. You and Aunt Suzy helping today - this is what I've been missing. Later."

It took incredible willpower and all of his PC muscle training to pull back from the brink, to where he thought it likely that he wouldn't cum at any second. But he did it.

Now that she was distancing herself from helping him, her religious concerns reasserted themselves so she added, "Oh, and remember the sin of Onan."

He thought, You've GOT to be kidding! Is this my punishment for earlier?! He got up and literally ran back into the house, clutching his still-raging erection to his stomach the entire way.

As soon as he was out of sight, Susan headed back to her own room. As she hurried naked through the house, holding her bikini top loosely against her chest, she thought, There you go again, Susan. You turn into a complete exhibitionist at the first sight of your son's cock. But it's so much fun! The problem is, I just can't trust myself not to go all the way. Not to just up and let my son fuck me! Oh God! Now, THAT'S ****, and there's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I'd go to Hell for sure, and I'd be taking my son with me!

She stopped by the laundry room and looked for something of Alan's. It seemed there was always cum-stained laundry to do these days. She found a hand towel he had used to masturbate into, inhaled deeply to get his aroma from it, then ran with it the rest of the way to her room.

Soon she was on her bed, with one hand in her crotch while the other held his cummy towel up to her nose. She inhaled his scent deeply. This is so wrong. So unsanitary, for one thing. What would my mother think right now, seeing me with this towel? But I can't stop. Good Lord I can't stop! Mmmm! So good!

Now that she was in her room, she started masturbating frantically. She didn't have an issue with female masturbation, since there was no "seed" that was "spilled upon the ground." Suzanne had convinced her that, since the sperm and the egg were the life-creating elements, and since no eggs were lost from her masturbation, there was no harm done in her wasting just a little pussy juice.

Suzanne in fact had been lurking in the den downstairs the whole time. She wanted to stay out of the way, but when she saw Alan and Susan sit down by the pool she couldn't resist spying on them. She ended up getting as hot and bothered as either of them, so she frigged herself to orgasm from her secret viewing spot.

She didn't understand what had caused Susan to run off before getting more intimate with her son's erection. She thought about going home, but then she came up with a new, devilishly-fun idea.

Alan ignored Susan's admonition against masturbation; he considered it wildly unreasonable, given the way that she'd aroused him and left him high and dry. As soon as he got to his room, he started masturbating. He'd had to stop by the bathroom across the hall to piss, and that cooled him down slightly. In fact, it had taken a couple of minutes before his erection had softened enough to let him pee. But with that out of the way, he knew it wouldn't take more than a minute or two before he would be spurting his load.

CHAPTER 9

Unfortunately, Alan didn't get even that much time, because Suzanne burst into his room mere seconds later. She was still wearing her bikini. She took a look at his hand on his boner and exclaimed, "What do you think you're doing?! Stop that this instant!"

He was so worked up that he felt he couldn't stop. He complained, "But Aunt Suzy! Be reasonable!"

Suzanne shouted, "Susan, quick! Come in here quick! It's Alan!"

Susan was already masturbating naked in her bedroom, but she considered the health and happiness of her children her top priority. Thinking that Alan could be hurt, she jumped up and ran down the hall like her life depended on it. Panting and clutching her boobs from bouncing too much, she cried out, "What? What?"

Standing in Alan's doorway, Suzanne pointed accusingly at where Alan sat on his bed. "Look!"

Susan pushed past and looked inside. Alan had stopped stroking himself due to Suzanne's befuddling panic, but he still had his boner in his hand.

Suzanne accused Susan, "He's committing the sin of Onan, and it's all your fault!"

Susan was torn between rushing to Alan and turning back to Suzanne. For the moment, she just stood halfway in between. "MY fault?!"

"That's right. You worked him up beyond all reason, then you wouldn't even give him so much as a handjob. It's like handing a known murderer a loaded gun and telling him to shoot. You're more guilty than he is!"

Susan didn't know what to say, because she suspected that Suzanne was right.

Alan felt bad for his loving mother. He let go of his penis and said, "Mom, don't worry. The mood is broken now anyway. I promise I won't **** myself."

"I should think not!" Susan said hotly, while still standing there buck naked. But then she softened. "Even so, Suzanne's right. This IS my fault. I'm so sorry!"

Suzanne then lectured Susan about what a cocktease is and why it was so wrong to be one for Alan "in his time of need." She got Susan to apologize some more and promise to never do it again.

Suzanne concluded, "You've apologized now to Alan. Next you need to apologize to his cock. With your MOUTH!"

Susan felt a powerful jolt of arousal. She looked to Suzanne in dismay, even as she started to salivate in anticipation. "But, but... I'm supposed to be mad at him! And my vow, with Ron still here." She gasped. "He could come home any minute!" She stared back at her son's powerful erection and felt her pussy getting wet. Then she started limbering up her jaw with some stretching motions.

Suzanne spoke in a no-nonsense tone. "I know. But if you break a pot, you've gotta clean up the broken pieces. As for Ron, I suggest you hurry, so he doesn't catch you with Alan's cock halfway down your throat. I'm really good at hearing the sound of your garage door opening. I'll cover for you. If you don't suck him then I'll have to, no matter what your punishment for me is, because it's downright cruel to leave him like this!"

Susan sighed in defeat. "Very well. I suppose I deserve it." Since she was already buck naked, she walked to Alan, quickly knelt down, and engulfed his shaft.

Alan's penis had started to go flaccid due this alarming "crisis," but he was still extremely aroused from all of Susan's earlier teasing. Naturally, his dick stiffened fully as soon as she put it in her mouth and started bobbing.

Susan moaned and "mmmm"-ed with pleasure as she felt her lips seal tightly around his iron-hard pole. Aaaah! This is my punishment. I deserve it for being a naughty cocktease. It's a weird punishment though, because I love it so much!

Suzanne grinned impishly. "Good. That's better." She removed her bikini and closed the door behind her. Then she added to Alan, "By the way, feel free to play with her naked body. Since she was teasing you especially with her big tits, it's only fitting."

Alan reached down and ran his hands over as much of his mother as he could reach. He explored her front and back sides, but naturally he caressed her great globes most of all.

Suzanne stood just a few feet from where Alan sat on the edge of his bed. "Okay, now that we're all comfy, Sweetie, I'll bet you're wondering why I burst into your room in the first place."

He was still reeling from the turn of events. Already, he was worried about cumming, because Susan was sucking him with such gusto. He put a hand on her head, trying to get her to slow down. "Now that you mention it, yeah!"

Suzanne replied, "Because we have to discuss the Brenda situation before Ron gets home. We might not get a chance later. Since he could be arriving soon, we don't have time to waste!"

That much was true, but there were some key bits she didn't mention. One was that she'd been watching the way Susan had been teasing him with her posing, so when she saw him rush back to his room she'd known he'd start masturbating right away. She'd been careful to interrupt him before he came so she could bring Susan in for her "punishment." She was having fun with that, as well as furthering her overall goal of breaking Susan's sexual resistance.

She also wasn't that worried about Ron coming home prematurely. She'd actually called his office and spoken to his secretary while Susan was posing for Alan in the backyard, learning his schedule for the rest of the day. Thus she knew there was no real danger of interruption, but she'd wanted Susan to think that there was, to impart a sense of urgency, thus channeling Susan's nervous energy into her cocksucking. Clearly that was working in spades.

Suzanne added, "So let's talk. I'm confident you're ready to face Brenda, but there are some finer strategic points we need to address."

Alan flopped his hands up and down helplessly. "You expect me to talk?! When Mom is doing THIS to me?! And with you standing there completely naked too?!"

Susan was bobbing and sucking with great passion, but she paused and turned her head. She saw with dismay that Suzanne indeed had removed both parts of her bikini. Then she simply turned her head back to her task and resumed her bobbing rhythm. Darn it! I really should say something. That's so improper. But... MMMM! I just love Tiger's cock so much! I've got a really tight vacuum lock going on. I can't stop to talk now!

Suzanne said, "Good point. Susan, you'll have to ease up on him considerably or he won't be able to talk before long. I think it's best if you just stroke and lick him for a while. Then you can join in the discussion too."

Susan wasn't happy about that, but since she supposedly didn't approve of the blowjob she felt like she had **** but to agree. She pulled her lips off Alan's cockhead with a loud pop, and asked Suzanne, "What are you doing standing there?!"

Suzanne deliberately misunderstood. "Oh, good thinking. I should pull up a chair."

Susan sighed in frustration. "What about giving me some privacy? And you can't just masturbate like that; it's terribly improper!" She kept her same kneeling position, but began to lick and fondle Alan's balls.

Suzanne shrugged as she brought a chair up close and sat on it. "Yeah, well, what can you do? It's too arousing a sight to resist."

Although Alan had permission to play with Susan's body, he decided he needed to stop doing that for a while, just because he was on arousal overload. He even had to close his eyes awhile.

However, Suzanne didn't give him a chance to recover fully before she continued. "Okay. Sweetie, I don't think we need any more training. I'm confident you'll ace your encounter with her. Aren't you?"

"Um, yeah." He was still reeling from his mother's oral ****.

"Still, we need to figure out tactics. Here's what I suggest. Susan, Katherine, Brenda and I will start playing cards. Since you haven't talked to her much before, I suggest you simply stop by and act curious about her. 'How are you?' 'What do you do for a living?' That kind of thing. Act as if you know absolutely nothing about her except the little bit you learned when you met her last week."

He nodded.

Suzanne said, "Say 'yes,' so Susan can hear you. It's cute how she licks and sucks so intensely with her eyes closed, but that means she can't see when you nod."

"Right. Um, yes." He stroked Susan's hair in appreciation of her presence and efforts.

That caused her to purr with happiness. She planted a long kiss right on his sweet spot, as if trying to plant a hickey on it. Mmmm! Such a GOOD son!

Suzanne went on, "Good. Anyway, act interested, but not too interested. Let everyone else do most of the talking, especially her. We'll ask most of the questions. DON'T look at her body, and especially make a point of not gazing at her breasts. Look only at her face! Look her directly in the eyes! That's VERY important. Can you do that?"

"I may have the occasional slip-up but, in general, yeah."

"Try harder than that. So what if they're so big? Play with your mother's some more if you want big tits."

"Good idea." He wasn't on the brink anymore, so he bent down again and caressed his way to Susan's nipples.

"Anyway, once you've learned the basics about her - which you actually know already - I'll get us to have some kind of prolonged break and manage things so you can have some one-on-one time with her. Susan, are you listening?"

"MMMM!" Realizing that she was just licking and not sucking, so that her mouth could still talk, she clarified, "I mean 'Yes.'"

"You or I need to clue Angel in on our plans. But even if we don't, between you and me, we can drag her to the kitchen or something like that." Suzanne looked from the back of Susan's head in Alan's crotch up to Alan's face. "Alan, your solo time with her is key. That's when you should do the stuff we discussed previously, like use your secret knowledge about her submissive nature to seemingly read her hidden deep desires like an open book. Don't push too hard. Remember that this is just phase one of a much longer process."

"Right," he said, while idly rolling one of Susan's nipples between his fingers.

"After that, I figure everything else is gravy. Assuming that your solo talk goes well, she'll think that ALL of the great things she's heard about you must be true. It'll become a self-fulfilling prophesy as she gives you every benefit of the doubt. From that point on, whatever you do or say, she'll interpret it in a positive light. So the rest should be a walk in the park. Just roll with the punches, like you do so well already, and continue your 'confident and cocky' role-play while maintaining your aloof 'playing hard to get' stance. I know it sounds strange, but believe me, it will work. Remember, you are not in awe of HER; she should be in awe of YOU!"

He nodded. Then, remembering to speak for Susan's sake, he said "Right" again. He thought, I sure wish I could explain what happened with Heather yesterday. I know Aunt Suzy is spot on, because everything she's telling me to do to Brenda worked like a charm on Heather already. So I don't see how I'll fail! I'm not so sure about the rude name calling though. My gut tells me that's a Heather-only kind of thing. But the rest is just the same.

Suzanne continued to lay out her ideas. She'd thought through a number of possible scenarios, suggesting how to handle each of them. She told Alan to generally trust his instincts and his talent in "rolling with the punches." She knew there were too many scenarios to consider them all in advance.

She had some advice for Susan too. Mainly, she wanted Susan's help in hyping Alan's sexual prowess as much as they all could reasonably manage, depending on Brenda's mood and reaction. There was little that Susan loved to talk about more than that, so she agreed readily. Suzanne advised that all the women should dress very sexily, almost shockingly so, but to keep their clothes on unless things with Brenda went even better than expected and Suzanne gave them each some kind of clear sign to be even bolder.

It turned out that Susan didn't need to talk much, because Suzanne was monopolizing the conversation. Alan also didn't have to say much, except occasionally to register agreement or ask a quick question. So, by and by, Susan wound up doing less licking and more sucking. Eventually Alan had to discontinue caressing her body because she went all out, "attacking" his sweet spot with her sliding lips and tongue.

Susan was slurping and moaning so loudly that Suzanne almost missed the sound of the garage door opening, indicating that Ron had come home. Fortunately, Suzanne did hear it, so she warned the others.

That put Susan into a near panic. She had to stop her sucking instantly. She didn't have any clothes with her, so she ran down the hallway, clutching her boobs to her chest. Then she rapidly put on some clothes, including underwear, and made herself presentable before Ron saw her.

Suzanne was disappointed. She'd planned on timing things so Alan could cum as the conversation ended, but she'd gotten so carried away with her scheming that she'd lost track of the time. She said, "Sorry, Sweetie, to end things like that. I suggest you take a cold shower. It's too bad that you didn't cum, but in a way it's a good thing. If you can have a visibly raging boner most of the time Brenda is here, that'll help a great deal."

He let out a long frustrated groan. "Uuuuugh! I guess you're right."

"Look on the bright side. You know what happened just now, with Susan pleasuring you while we talked? That's going to be the new norm once Ron is gone. Your mother loves to suck and you love to be sucked, so why not have it happen all the time? But it's not just her. Brenda and Susan seem VERY similar in my book, from their improbably busty bodies to their submissive mindsets. Soon, it'll be BRENDA bobbing naked between your legs as you and I talk and hang out."

"No way! Are you serious?!"

"Serious as a heart attack. Play your proverbial cards ably tonight, and it could happen sooner than you think."

"Talk about an incentive! Jesus H. Christ!" He looked down at his boner, which was still throbbing and covered in his mother's saliva. "But you're not helping me cool off, like, at all!"

She grinned. "That's what the cold shower is for. But don't cool down TOO much! Even as you act aloof, you'll still want to show off how your cock never goes flaccid."