I Put a Spell on You

Part 7 - I Put a Spell on You

Chapter 1 (Day 28: Sunday, October 13)

Susan woke up feeling naughty. She'd had more dreams of doing sexual things with Alan, but rather than getting at least partially upset and feeling guilty about it, she unabashedly reveled in it. She decided to just put her objections aside for a while and imagine a better world where she could have sexual fun with him without the fear of sin or impropriety. A part of her wanted to just lie in bed all day fantasizing, but her strong work ethic wouldn't allow her to do that.

She thought, It's strange. These last few days, whenever I think about sliding my hands all over Tiger's big erection I get filled with the urge to do nice things for him. Huh. Well, I don't know why, but I think I'll feel a lot better if I cook waffles with strawberries. And make some raisin toast too. He loves that.

So she got up and hurried downstairs earlier than usual because the special breakfast she planned to make required more time than normal. It was eight o'clock and she figured she needed to have the food ready by nine, so they all would be able to get to church by the start of the service at ten.

Sunday was the one day of the week that she and Suzanne always skipped their morning workout, because of Susan's need to get ready for church. (Suzanne wasn't really religious, but occasionally she went to church too, purely to appease her best friend.) Susan was feeling very energetic, but didn't have a way of blowing off steam.

As she stood there cooking, she thought, I can hardly wait until Tiger comes downstairs. Today, I'm not going to shirk my visual stimulation responsibilities. In fact, I have a full, exciting day of visual stimulation and sexing things up to look forward to, hee-hee! I'm sure he's going to love this shirt I'm wearing, since it's about ten sizes too large. I can't even keep it on my shoulders when I actually want to.

But I don't want to! Hee-hee! I'd just love to see his face if he walked in and saw me topless!

The only thing is, it's not fair that Suzanne has all that extra experience. She's such a seductress. And if that isn't bad enough, she's practicing being nude so she can bare her body with ease whenever he needs to get hard. Which I suspect is nearly all the time, hee-hee. Well, two can play that game. Maybe I need a little nudity practice myself. I need to get daring. I need to get naughty! I know it's terribly improper, but it's for the health of my son!

Because she was cooking she didn't want to expose herself up front, so she took her skirt off. The apron still covered her pussy in front, but her ass was left bare. Her heart was pounding hard from her audacity. It's still early so I should be able to stay like this a little while, and put it back on before he comes down. But what if he DID see me? Wouldn't that be a hoot? "Good morning, Tiger! Mommy's going to give you your favorite breakfast and your favorite ass. Come over here and feel it; you know you want to. Put your hand on my ass cheeks. Mmmm, yes! Just like that."

She didn't fully realize just how aroused she was getting. She wiggled her butt, imagining her son's hands were on it. "Oh! Tiger! I didn't say you could take off my top and my apron too! You naughty boy! ... But since you insist, yes, you can play with Mommy's boobies too. Oh, Son! What are you DOING?! What is that long hot thing sliding up and down my ass crack? You're so aggressive today! Now what are you doing?! Don't put that big thing in my mouth; it'll never fit! Oh TIGER!"

"It DOES fit! Tiger! Do you know you've got your penis in Mommy's mouth?" Tee-hee-hee. I'm so naughty!

She practically danced around the kitchen, she was so fired up by her semi-nudity. She thought quite a lot about the idea of giving her son a blowjob. I wonder what that would be like, for real. Suzanne has been talking about it a lot these past few days, and she says it's great. But I don't know. I kind of wish I would have done it to Ron at least once, so I'd know what it's really like. Of course Tiger's member is double the length and width of Ron's, so it wouldn't really be the same. Okay, maybe not double, but almost. He's such a well-endowed young man! Would it really fit in my mouth?! Suzanne assures me it would, but I don't know.

And how unseemly and improper would it be for me to do that? I know I need to help him, but I have to draw the line somewhere! I mean, if I were to take off all my clothes and kneel before him ... My tall, handsome son towering over me, with his tremendously large, thick, needy erection in my hands ... my trembling hands ... Oh, I don't know! It just seems so debauched! To, to ... to take it in my mouth! And suck on it! I can't! I just can't!

Despite her ****, or maybe in large part because of it, those thoughts made her very aroused indeed. But time flies when you're having fun, and she got so caught up in what she was doing, not to mention all her happy daydreams, that she lost track of the hour.

Thus Alan was quite surprised when he came downstairs and walked into the kitchen to say good morning. He looked at Susan, and at her ass. He literally did a double-take. He was so surprised by what he saw that it was like a hard slap to his face. He even staggered back a few steps. "MOM! Whoa! You're uh, you're not wearing any ... Well, your butt. I can see it!"

Susan had been standing in front of the stove, working on the waffles. She froze. Uh-oh! Tiger's here already?! OH NO! I had intended to take my skirt off only for a few minutes. Oh dear! He's gonna think I'm some kind of wanton hussy!

And I can't turn around either, because all I'm wearing is this grossly oversized shirt, with no bra underneath! It exposes way too much. True, I'm wearing an apron, but that won't help, not unless I wear it up around my shoulders. Oh my goodness! What will I do?!

She decided to try to stay calm and stand still. She brought both hands to her ass cheeks, trying to cover them. But her ass cheeks were a lot bigger than her hands, so he still had a great view, especially of her ass crack and even a hint of her pussy between her legs. In fact, in a way she actually showed off more, because putting her hands there caused her shirt to rise up some, showing off all of her ass instead of just the lower half.

Blushing, she exclaimed, "Alan?! Tiger! What are you doing up already?"

His eyes were locked on her bare ass cheeks like laser-guided weapons. "What do you mean, Mom? This is the usual time I come down on a Sunday."

She continued to wiggle and writhe in dismay, which only made an even more arousing sight. Her face practically turned cherry red. "Is it that late already? Oh dear. I'm afraid I lost track. You're not supposed to see me like this! This is so embarrassing! I just, uh, I ... Well, I ... It's hard to explain..."

Had it been anyone else protesting, even Amy or Katherine or Suzanne, he would have done the gentlemanly thing and averted his eyes and probably left the room. But this was his knockout mother and his curiosity got the better of him. Knowing that she was facing away from him and would remain too embarrassed to turn around and make eye contact, he lied, "Don't worry, Mom; I'm not looking."

"Thank heavens for that!" An awkward silence ensued as she thought, Oh no! What am I going to do now?! I can't just stand here like this, with my hands on my ass for the entire breakfast! I can't turn around either, or I'll show him far too much of my big, heavy breasts.

She gathered up her courage, trying to psych herself up. Susan, this is the time to rise to the occasion! He needs visual stimulation. I have to help him out! I should just let him look at my bare ass. What's the harm? Besides, it's not like I have a choice. He'd see nearly as much in a bikini anyway. I have to put my modesty and pride aside, to help him with his affliction!

She withdrew her hands from her backside and went back to cooking while bare-assed. She thought about putting her skirt back on, but decided the waffles needed immediate tending first. She was freaking out with nervousness, and her heart was pounding even harder. She told herself she'd go and dress in a minute or two, when this batch of waffles was done.

She clenched her ass cheeks together. I wonder if he's looking. Did he just see me do that?! Tiger's such a good boy, but I remember what horny teenage boys are like and I'm afraid he's going to look, no matter what he promised. He must be looking at my ass right now! She secretly thrilled at the thought that he was checking out her exposed ass cheeks. Without really thinking about it, she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks.

The strange thing was that she felt a tingle all over her pelvic area, almost like it had gone to sleep and was reviving. Somehow her body was reacting in a powerful way just to the thought of her son looking at her bare flesh there.

Of course Alan was ogling his mother's ass; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was his penis erect, it was almost truly threatening to rip his shorts open! Unbelievably, it seemed like she was repeatedly squeezing her ass cheeks a bit. He wasn't sure if that was his imagination or not. For a few glorious moments as she pulled her hands down to her thighs and then took them away, he was able to see nearly the entirety of her ass before the back of her curiously-oversized shirt covered the top half of it again.

He thought, Hot damn! I can't believe I'm really looking at Mom's ASS! Her skin looks amazingly soft and tempting to touch. Now I understand why people so often compared asses to peaches. That is a perfect 'peachy' ass! I'm practically drooling here! Man, I'd kill just to run my hands all over her!

He had to get a closer view. He walked across the kitchen until he was just a few feet away. To his surprise, she didn't say or do anything, or even try to cover up. Shit! You can see everything!

He asked, "Mom, can I ask why you were cooking partially naked, even if Sis and I weren't down here?" He didn't want to discourage her, but his curiosity won out.

"That IS a good question," Susan said, stalling for time while she tried to figure out what to say. She was startled to hear his voice from so near, just behind her. Since he'd walked up next to her, she knew he couldn't have done that without looking at her.

Oh dear! My Tiger really IS staring at my ass! It's not just another fantasy of mine this time. He's so close he could reach out and touch it! How can I explain things? "Son, I was just practicing being naked to help you cum hard and often, and I got so distracted wondering what it would be like to hold and fondle and suck your big member that things kind of got out of hand and I forgot to put my skirt back on?" No, that's not gonna fly.

Just listen to me though. I'm so wicked! I've completely lost my way and fallen from the path of righteousness. Thank goodness I'm not a Catholic, because I sure wouldn't look forward to my next confession with a priest!

But THINK, Susan, think!

Finally, she said, "Well, I, uh, I was doing a load of laundry, and uh, I, er, I realized that my, uh, skirt ... My skirt, it was, um, needing to be washed, so I put it in there and, in the washer I mean, and, uh ... I was thinking that since I was down here early cooking your favorite breakfast, um, it wouldn't matter. You know, how I was, uh, dressed. But I lost track of the time and, well, you can see what happened."

Unfortunately for Susan, she was as honest as they come, so whenever she lied it came out sounding like the feeble lie that it actually was.

"And why aren't you wearing panties either?" he asked.

Susan was so ashamed by that question that she wanted to weep. But she held herself together and replied more honestly, "You should know the answer to that. Suzanne, that big meanie, she won't let me! Don't you remember the discussion with Amy, how the four of us Plummer and Pestridge ladies have agreed not to wear any undies to help sex things up for you? But I didn't expect not to wear undies AND not wear a skirt! It's so ... shameful!"

Alan, not surprisingly, didn't buy her laundry explanation, so he went back to that. As he continued to stare at her firm, sexy butt, he pointed out, "But if you put the skirt in the washer, then how is it I don't hear the washer going?" He took a few steps closer and even bent down a little to get a better look at her flawless bubble butt.

"Oh. Well, uh, the washing is done. And there's a problem with the dryer, you see, so I'm air drying them."

She thought, Thank goodness I don't have to look him in the eye as I tell these blatant falsehoods or I'd never manage to say the words. Now I can add 'lying to loved ones' to my rapidly growing list of sins. Oh dear, when will the madness stop? And to make matters worse, my pussy is getting all wet. What if he sees me dripping, or smells me in heat?! Why does he have to be so sexy and so well-endowed anyway? And why oh why are we cursed with this six-times-a-day medical treatment?!

Worse, what will he think of his wicked mother? Especially if he knew of the debauched thoughts going through my mind? It's all I can do to not turn around and check to see if he has a great big erection tenting his shorts. I'll bet he does!

He noticed some holes in her explanation, even if one disregarded her shaky and unconvincing voice. For one thing, if the clothes were being air dried then that would mean her skirt wouldn't be ready for hours. In fact, there wouldn't even have been time to wash and dry them in the machines before he and Katherine came down. But he decided that any further probing would only embarrass her further.

So instead he asked, "Oh. Well, what are you cooking then? Did you say you're making my favorites?"

Susan had been on the edge of panic, but with the change of topic it was as if a big weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She walked a few feet to the sink to wash some fruit, giving Alan a new angle on her butt, not to mention allowing him the delicious sight of her ass cheeks undulating as she walked.

She answered his question with an enumeration of what she was cooking. But she still thought, Oh dear! I dodged a bullet there with my lame lie, but I'm still cooking with a naked ass and Tiger is still standing right there! In fact, his voice has only grown louder, which means he's been getting closer to me. I can't bear to look, but he must be practically right behind me now! What'll I do? What if he reaches out and starts fondling my rear? I don't know if I'd be able to resist. I don't know if I'd WANT to resist! But I must! It doesn't matter what a cutie pie he is, or how well hung he is; he's still my son!

Chapter 2

Alan was extremely tempted to reach out and fondle her ass. He was so very aroused that he seriously worried he'd lose all control. But then he had a different idea that was highly appealing and far less dangerous. In the few moments he hadn't been gawking at her ass, he'd noticed her hugely oversized shirt that was in danger of sliding down her shoulders. He'd also noticed a lack of bra straps, or any other straps, for that matter. He'd guessed, correctly, that he'd have quite a view if he looked at his mother from the front.

So, trying to act casual, he walked around her until they stood face to face. He asked, "So what's for breakfast?"

Susan felt utterly humiliated. Her nipples weren't exposed, but a very deep valley of cleavage was. She wanted to cover that with her hands, or at least pull her shirt up her shoulders, but her hands seemed to be made of lead. She just stood there, blushing. She tried to fake a smile and pretend that all was normal, but she was far from convincing. She was in a kind of lusty daze, feeling so aroused that practically any touch was liable to push her over the edge.

He couldn't help but blatantly ogle her bountiful chest. But he was still trying to act cool and collected so she wouldn't freak out and he'd get to continue to enjoy the view. With that in mind, he asked again, "Mom, did you hear me? I said, what's for breakfast?"

She came out of her lusty and frightened daze, at least partially. "Uh ... oh yeah. Waffles. Waffles! Belgian waffles! And ... And cinnamon toast." She was so panicky that she practically shouted that.

His pulse was racing crazily, just like hers, but he was doing a better job of hiding his excitement. He said, "Cool. Thanks."

Another awkward silence ensued. He felt bad for his mother and her great embarrassment, so he decided to address the elephant in the room. "And by the way, I want to give you a big thanks. I know the real reason you're dressed like that."

"Why?!" She felt panicky, terrified that he could see right through her and sense her lusty desire for him.

He said, "You're helping with the visual stimulation! Just like Aunt Suzy has encouraged you to. I know that must be extremely difficult for you to do, to say the least! But still, you're doing it, and I must say, you're doing a great job. Mom, you're so sexy that it leaves me breathless! I don't know what to say. How can I possibly thank you for loving me so much that you do this?"

She was secretly relieved that he thought she was being selfless in her actions. "Um, don't mention it. It's, uh, nothing."

Then she finally glanced down and saw that he really did have an extremely prominent bulge in his shorts. She nearly swooned. Oh God! Dear Lord! Just look at that! He's so, he's so ... HUGE! It IS twice the size of Ron's, at the very least! (Actually, it wasn't, but her imagination was running wild.)

She was so hot and bothered that she started panting, causing her chest to heave up and down. Her shirt was so oversized that there was very little keeping it up. All that heaving presented an even more titillating sight, but she knew that if it didn't stop, her shirt was going to slide down to her waist!

She thought in a panic, Dear God, please! Help me! Any second now, my shirt is going to fall off, and I'll be standing here with my big breasts bouncing up and down! I'll be wearing little more than an apron! Heck, I might as well take that off too, to make my abject humiliation complete!

And then, and then ... Tiger's ... dick! It's so big! And needy! Just LOOK at that bulge! If I'm standing here topless, or worse, completely naked, he'll probably expect me to drop to my knees and, and ... and unzip his zipper! And then ... OH GOD! To, to, to hold it in my hands! And stroke it! Or even LICK it! SO HOT!

The two of them continued to stand there. Alan was so transfixed by his mother's heaving chest that he forgot to continue to make small talk. The kitchen was dead silent, except for the sounds of their heavy breathing.

It's unclear what might have happened next, but Susan suddenly found herself **** into action by the sound of Katherine tromping down the stairs. The kitchen was only separated from the dining room by a counter and there was a wide opening from there into the well-traveled living room. But there was also another way out of the kitchen, a hallway leading from it to other rooms in the house on the other side of the central stairwell.

Susan needed to act quickly. Without even an explanation to Alan, she fled down that hallway before Katherine could come into view. She clutched her hands to her chest to prevent her shirt from sliding off as she hurried away.

She hid in a downstairs bathroom until she heard the sound of Alan and Katherine talking. (Alan was dying to tell his sister what had just happened, but he wasn't sure how she'd react, so he **** himself to keep mum. However, Katherine noticed he was acting very oddly, so she suspected that something significant and sexual had just happened between her brother and mother.)

As they stood there, Susan ran bare-assed up the stairs, reaching them from a different direction, and made it all the way back to her bedroom without being seen. She quickly put on panties and bra, and a long dress, since she needed them for church anyway. Then she rushed back downstairs to tend her still-cooking waffles.

A part of her was terrified and appalled at what she'd done, but at the same time she hadn't felt so alive in years. Even the running around bare-assed had been a terrific thrill.

However, after she'd calmed down and her children had gone upstairs to finish getting ready for church, her guilty feelings took over. The mere fact this had happened on a Sunday morning shamed her deeply.

She sat at the dining-room table, staring out the window, mulling over recent events. What's come over me? I'm turning into the kind of wild and immoral hussy that my mother always warned me about. It was bad enough that I took my skirt off and then spaced out until Tiger saw me. But what's even worse is that I didn't mind that much that he was looking at my bare butt. In fact, I kind of liked it! I got a kind of perverse thrill - and that's certainly the right word, perverse - from knowing that he was staring at my rear. And I don't care if he said his eyes were closed; I KNOW he was looking. I could even hear his breathing growing heavy, almost on my neck!

Besides, I saw the way he was staring at my heaving breasts. That lusty look in his eyes! God, it was so HOT! I don't know WHAT would have happened if Angel hadn't come down just then. Thank the Lord she did!

This last thought wasn't made with any conviction. She continued in this vein, trying to deny her true feelings. It's all well and good that Angel and I help provide visual stimulation. After all, I promised Suzanne I would, and there's no sin in just dressing with a little sex appeal. I suppose that even going without undies is harmless enough. But I have to draw the line at no baring of my private parts. Certainly Suzanne would understand my reasons for that. And holding Tiger's big fat dick in my hands and stroking and stroking it until his hot cum splashes all over my face and drenches my big tits is out of the question! I wish Suzanne would stop pushing me about that. I mean, I'm trying to be a helpful mother and all, but I have my limits!

What just happened can never happen again, and that's final!

Chapter 3

Alan often managed to beg off from going to church since he didn't like going, but there was no chance of that on this day. Susan felt so guilty from her ass exposure that she went a little overboard with her religious fervor. Alan could tell from her suddenly prim and proper mood immediately after the bare-ass incident that it would be counterproductive to even ask to stay home.

The somber and puritan mood persisted even after they returned home from church, but it didn't remain that way for long.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house shortly after lunch. She wore a top that showed off her ample cleavage and also left her midriff exposed. She was eager for more fun with Alan. However, she found that he was already taking a nap and that Katherine had gone out.

Susan was in a bad mood and complained, "Suzanne, you call that a shirt? That's more of a bikini top than a shirt, in my book. You can go traipsing around like some kind of shameless hussy in your own house, but please don't do it in mine!"

Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow. "Gee, what's gotten into you?"

"We're surrounded by temptation and sin. Maybe if you'd gone to church with us this week, you'd be more aware of the dangers!"

Suzanne put two and two together. She didn't know about what had happened before church, but she figured that, at the very least, church could bring on a new burst of moral righteousness. So she said, "Susan, please don't be that way with me. I'm your best friend, okay? Now tell me, what's got you all worked up?"

Susan looked at the ground. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I ... I just can't." She didn't want to admit that she was afraid it would arouse her too much. But she also had a hard time standing up to Suzanne.

Suzanne asked impatiently, "Susan, are you wearing panties? Or a bra?"

Susan looked even more abashed. After a long pause, she nodded affirmatively.

"Okay. Take them off now. Right here. And then you're going to tell me what's bothering you."

Susan looked up at Suzanne in surprise. "What? Right here? Right now?"

Suzanne nodded in a way that brooked no opposition. "You know the rules. Of course you need to wear those things to church, but we're back home now, so there's no excuse. And do I or do I not have the right to choose what clothes you wear?"

Susan was going to say something more, but she decided that she'd just lose in the end anyway. It was just too hard to stand up to Suzanne. Blushing profusely, she reached inside her clothes and pulled her bra out. Then she slipped her panties down her legs while keeping her long dress on.

Suzanne didn't give Susan any relief though, and immediately began pressing her about what had happened.

It took a while, but eventually Susan spilled all the details of how she'd been caught cooking bare-assed. In telling the story, Susan found herself getting sexually worked up again as she recalled how she had trembled with excitement, half-expecting Alan to reach forward and fondle her ass cheeks at any moment.

Suzanne didn't have to do much to put Susan back in a sexy mood because the story-telling got her most of the way there. But just to make sure that Susan didn't backslide, she said, "Susan, I agree with what you said, that walking around with a bare butt is going too far. What we need to do is find just the right kind of outfits that will excite him and help his condition, but at the same time preserve your modesty."

So Suzanne went home and returned with another big pile of clothes, after which the two of them went to Susan's bedroom and played dress-up for an hour or two.

Susan grew increasingly giddy and horny as time went on. She was growing to love dressing in a sexy manner for her son.

Suzanne constantly goaded her on with encouraging but rather tame comments like, "Sweetie will love that dress," or, "He'll totally flip for that one."

After a while, when she knew Susan was really worked up, she said more provocative things like, "Oh, he will definitely blow his load when he takes one look at you in that," or, "Watch out! If you wear that in front of him that big erection of his will split his shorts right in two!"

When they were all done, Susan came out of her bedroom dressed in one of the sexiest combinations they'd tried on. She'd protested that it was too revealing, but Suzanne "****" her to wear it since Suzanne now had the "right" to decide what clothes Susan wore.

She wore a skin-tight, thin, white tank top, which made it clear as day that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not only could her nipples be faintly seen through the cloth even when they weren't erect, but her huge globes bounced freely with almost every move she made.

Suzanne knew that not only would that inspire Alan's lust, but it would keep Susan in a near constant state of arousal, since Susan's nipples and boobs were obviously so easily stimulated. Plus, Suzanne knew that the mere fact that Susan was wearing such revealing clothes would keep her horny.

Susan also wore short blue-jean shorts that were most noticeable in how low they hung on her hips: the button to unfasten them was only an inch or two above the top of her pussy. In back, they covered so little of her ass cheeks that some of the top of her ass crack could be seen.

Susan protested, "Suzanne, this is far, far too outrageous! It's terribly improper. This is not what a good Christian woman wears!"

"Susan, stop complaining already. If you're not willing to suck or even stroke his cock today, you HAVE to at least help with the visual stimulation. Do you want to see him suffer the curse of blue balls?"

"Well, no. Obviously not, but..."

"Your Tiger is a very virile young man, with a powerful, demanding penis. I'll bet his balls are practically bursting with tasty sperm by now. You need to go find him right now and inspire him, so he can get some relief."

"But..."

"Go!"

Susan set off to find her son and see if he and his penis liked her outfit as much as she hoped he would. Despite her protests, she could hardly wait to see a large bulge growing at his crotch.

After Alan woke up, he'd decided to take a book and go sit by the pool. He was in the middle of rereading The Lord of the Rings, so he had that with him. But he was ready for some more tempting and teasing, and though he was all alone, he figured that the pool area was a good place to see some more skin. Still, he hadn't realized just how right and lucky he would be.

Susan came down to where he was sitting. (Suzanne followed, but lingered behind so Susan would get all the attention at first.) "Tiger? Sorry to bother you, but Suzanne absolutely insisted I have to show this outfit to you. I don't know WHAT she's thinking, but I find it's just easier to play along with her."

She was trying to act casual as if she didn't care what he thought, but her face was blushing deeply and her legs and arms were twitchy and fidgety. She kept her eyes closed, because it was slightly less humiliating that way.

Alan gaped for some long moments while Susan's nervousness grew. She half-expected him to say something like, "Mom! Put some clothes on already; you're embarrassing me!"

But instead, he said, "Mom! Wow! Whoa! I'm speechless."

Suzanne, still standing a good distance behind Susan, felt his words weren't clear enough to put Susan at ease. So she flapped her arms in the air as if trying to scare away a flock of birds, hoping Alan would see her and get the non-verbal message that more compliments were needed.

He saw and understood. so he added, "Mom, you look so great! You know what you are? You're a babe! A total babe! Nobody would believe you're a suburban housewife and not some kind of hard-bodied fashion model. Seriously! You should be a lifeguard on 'Baywatch.' Pamela Anderson would be jealous of you."

Susan tingled with pleasure from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She was practically dizzy from all his compliments. "You don't really mean that," she protested, hoping he'd say more.

"It's true! Not only that, but you don't know how much this means to me, all the effort you're putting in to help me with the visual stimulation. I know it can't come easy for you to walk around without a bra, and letting me see your big breasts jiggling and bouncing, your hard nipples clearly visible as they poke through your practically see-through top. I love you even more than before for your big effort to get me soooo ... daaaang ... hard! Thanks!"

By the time he was halfway through saying that, Suzanne was waving her arms again and shaking her head no, trying to tell him that he'd gotten too graphic. But he was so transfixed by Susan's lightly bouncing chest that he was oblivious to Suzanne's signals.

Susan looked down at her chest. "Oh dear!" In the dim light of her bedroom she hadn't realized how transparent her top could look when out in the bright sun. It was practically as if someone had poured water on it, and she realized to her horror that her nipples were faintly visible, not to mention the way her erect nubs were tightly tugging at the fabric. She covered her chest with both arms. "Tiger! You're not supposed to see that!"

But he was on a lust-driven roll. "Why not? Mom, you're a seriously sexy babe and you've got a rack that proves it! You're a stone cold fox! God, it would be so sweet to take those puppies in my hands and suckle on those firm, uh, tasty, uh, er, nipples..."

Alan's words petered out because he finally noticed Suzanne's increasingly **** arm waving. She made an arresting and jiggly sight of her own as she repeatedly raised her arms over her head, especially since she was dressed in a red bikini, so he gaped at her for a bit before finding something intelligent to say.

Finally, he concluded, "The point is, Mom, you should be very proud of your body. God really blessed you with great genes, and the way you exercise almost every day has paid off, big time. I'm so grateful and so touched that you dressed up for me."

Susan had a "deer in the headlights" look. She wanted to chastise him for saying inappropriate things, but all she could think about was what it would feel like to have her son firmly grasping her breasts with both hands and pulling on her nipples with his fingers and teeth. She scuttled back into the house in a daze, without even saying a word.

Once she was safely back in the house, her nervousness and embarrassment disappeared, but her lust remained. She beamed with pure joy. She kept thinking, He thinks I'm a babe! "A total babe!" And a "stone cold fox," whatever that means. I'm sure it's good though! She realized her pussy was dripping, and rushed to the bathroom to clean up.

Suzanne lingered behind just long enough to say to Alan, "Thumbs up there, Sweetie. I was afraid you laid it on too thick, but I think it worked out in the end." She licked her lips. "And speaking of being touched, some lucky boy right here is going to get touched by his Aunt Suzy very soon."

Alan protested, "I wasn't laying it on thick; I really meant every word."

"I know. You're honest at heart. That's one reason we love you so much. But still, compliments don't hurt. You keep saying nice things to her and, mark my words, you'll find your meaty sausage sliding between her ruby red lips before too long. Tootles!"

She turned to go, but then stopped and looked back at his tenting crotch. "Oh. And speaking of thick, looks like you've got a problem there in your lap. But promise not to take care of it just yet, okay Sweetie? I'm sending some more Mommy fun your way."

She gave him a dainty wave and walked away, leaving him completely floored. Dang! Not that I'm complaining, but why is she so keen on having Mom help me out in a physical way? Mom's just not like that. I wish I could have a frank talk with her, but she likes to be mysterious about her scheming.

The two women stayed inside for a while. It wasn't long before Susan asked her best friend, "This may seem like kind of a strange question, but do you have any idea what a 'stone cold fox' is?"

"I sure do," Suzanne replied. "That's a woman who's a total babe, who's drop-dead gorgeous. Sweetie called you that, didn't he?"

Susan looked away shyly. "Well..." She was too modest and embarrassed to admit it.

Suzanne could easily tell she was right. "You should be very proud of yourself, because you ARE all that. But that's both an honor and a responsibility."

Susan asked, "What do you mean?"

"Clearly, he's uniquely inspired by your beauty, maybe even more so than mine." Suzanne didn't actually believe that, although she had to admit it would be a very close call, but she was trying to hype Susan up. "That means that if all else fails and he's falling behind with his daily orgasms, we may have **** but to turn to you."

Susan's face was reddening as she considered the possibilities. "What exactly do you mean?!"

Suzanne was worried about pushing Susan too far too fast, so she was enigmatic. "We'll see. We'll see."

Susan's imagination ran wild, keeping her arousal at a high level. She had delightful yet scary visions of being "****" to help her son with handjobs and even blowjobs on a daily basis.

Suzanne didn't like to sit in the sun in the middle of the day, owing to her extremely fair skin. But, inspired by Susan's obviously horny mood and Alan's relatively suave compliments, she encouraged Susan to go back out in a bikini to serve Alan some homemade cookies.

In the past, Susan could never have imagined herself wearing a bikini. Only one week earlier, if she'd been asked about bikinis, she would have said they should be outlawed altogether. But even though she complained to Suzanne, "Well, if you absolutely insist," the truth was, she could hardly wait to wear one in close proximity to her son.

She changed and went back out to deliver the snack.

Alan's face broke into a great big smile when he saw her walking his way. His penis had gone flaccid, but it stiffened immediately when he saw how she was putting extra oomph into swaying her hips, which in turn caused her boobs to sway as well. And the way her face showed that she was both very aroused and very embarrassed got his heart racing with lusty need.

Mindful of Suzanne's advice to be generous with the compliments, he said, "Whoa! Mom, is today my lucky day, or what? Who is this perfect-ten busty BABE bringing me cookies?"

Susan dropped her head shyly, blushing as she stood there. She finally remembered to put the tray of oatmeal raisin cookies down on the table next to him, but then she just kept standing there.

He continued, "Seriously, who is this smokin'-hot centerfold, and what has she done with my mom?"

Susan spoke very quietly and shyly. "I am your mom." She stood still, but she felt like her body was on fire, especially her erect nipples and wet pussy.

"You are? Oh yeah; you are. I forgot to look at your face because I can't take my eyes off your awesome huge rack!"

As soon as those words left his lips, he worried that he'd gone too far. The Susan he was used to wouldn't allow that kind of talk.

To his surprised, she smiled widely. "Oh ... you! You know you can't say that kind of thing about your mother's bosom. It's terribly improper." That was kind of a chastisement, but she was so clearly happy that the words had no sting.

She struck a sexier pose that showed off her "awesome huge rack" very nicely. She raised her hands up above her head as if to block the sun's glare. But in truth she didn't really care about the glare; she just knew that that position would lift and emphasize her breasts even more.

That emboldened Alan. "So what? I mean it. Come on, sit down and enjoy these cookies with me. I want to see what it's like to sit next to a bikini-clad movie star."

She positively beamed. "Oh, you! There's no movie star around here."

He loved how she turned so bashful yet giddy over the compliments. "Yes there is." He pointed north, towards Los Angeles. "You must have gotten lost. Hollywood is that way."

"Shush, you!" But it was clear she didn't really want him to stop.

She was so flattered by even more compliments from her son that she found herself sitting on the lounge chair next to his. She wound up staying for a while. She wished that she was wearing sunglasses like he was, because she was endlessly fascinated by the large lump in his swimsuit. But since he could see her eyes, she only dared to look at his crotch every once in a while.

Chapter 4

Katherine came home around that time, noticed the poolside gathering, and put on a bikini to join in the fun.

Amy was sitting reading in her room and heard the sounds of laughing by the Plummer pool, which she could easily see from her window. (In fact, her window was the only one in the Pestridge house that looked onto the Plummer backyard.) She recalled what Katherine had told her the evening before, so she quickly came down and joined in as well.

Within minutes, Alan had gone from being alone to being surrounded by three voluptuous, scantily-clad women. (Suzanne remained in the Plummer house - for the moment.) He figured it was his lucky day, but what he didn't fully realize was that Susan was put off by Amy's presence. While she was practically family - she even called Susan "Aunt Susan" sometimes - Susan didn't know how she fit in when it came to these sexual situations.

However, Alan's hopes for something erotic happening weren't completely dashed.

Amy lay down on her stomach on a towel, with her bikini top undone and lying underneath her. After a few minutes, she sat up and began chatting with Alan. Her bikini top remained on the towel, leaving her topless.

"Hey!" cried Susan, when she noticed a few seconds later. "Amy, you've forgotten your bikini top. And in front of Tiger, no less! Please cover up immediately!"

Amy stood up and reluctantly put her hands over her breasts. But she said, "No, Aunt Susan, I haven't forgotten it. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but I thought it was okay if we expose ourselves in front of him. I thought we were supposed to dress sexily and not wear underwear and stuff. Isn't that what you all were doing the other night? Isn't that a good thing?"

Susan was flummoxed. "Well, yes, but to a certain degree only. No one asked you to run around topless!"

Amy smiled. "No one has to ask me. I think it's fun! Am I not allowed to go topless if I want to? Isn't it a pretty common thing to do around private pools in back yards?"

Susan was even more flustered trying to respond to that. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is. And since I'm not your mother, I guess I can't tell you not to. But I do disapprove. It's so improper."

Amy, completely ignoring Susan's disapproval, said, "Yeay! Thanks a lot, Aunt Susan! You're such a cool mom. It's so much more fun over here than at MY house." She stuck her tongue out at her house in playful defiance. "I'm going to jump in the pool." She took her hands off her chest and dove into the water.

Susan said to Katherine in a disapproving voice, "That Amy. She seems so free about taking her clothes off. Thank goodness, Angel, that you'd never ask me if you could go topless."

Katherine opened her mouth and then closed it in frustration. Inspired by Amy, she had been just about to ask that very thing, but Susan's comment dashed that plan.

Susan was still clueless about the extent of Katherine's sexual feelings toward Alan. She would have flipped her lid if she'd known about Katherine's pool escapade the day before. Susan's sexual attitude was very confused and unstable at that point, which meant that she was confused and inconsistent in dealing with Katherine too.

Katherine was still deciding what to do when Alan said, "Thanks, Mom, for being so cool about Amy and all. I think I'm going to jump in the pool too." He dove in, angling to get closer to Amy's generous orbs.

Katherine didn't want to be left out, so she dove in after them.

Soon the three teenagers were splashing each other and having fun. They began playing water games that none of them had played for years. For instance, they played Marco Polo, where one person had to keep their eyes closed and try to find another person.

Of course, the key fact was that Amy remained topless. As a result, Alan's dick stayed very stiff in his bathing suit.

Susan felt a child-like desire to join in. Deep down she felt like she was still a kid at heart. But she decided it would be unseemly for a parent to play such a game.

Normally, she would have brought a book to read if she was tanning herself by the pool, but she'd come out carrying nothing but the cookies. So she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, since she was still practically trembling with excitement.

However, she couldn't stop thinking. This is a very distressing situation. Amy, topless! It's not like Tiger needs the visual stimulation. His member is EXTREMELY aroused. One look at his bathing suit proves that! I sure hope Amy and Angel didn't notice, but how could they not? I have half a mind to take MY top off too! Her tone was as if she was threatening a punishment, but she belatedly realized that would be no punishment at all.

Wait. Did I really just say that? Why should I take MY top off?! How would that help anything? Although ... Suzanne says I need to do more to help him with his problem. What if he got out of the pool and we were all alone, and he just started taking care of his problem then and there, while staring at my bare breasts? That would be SO HOT! Although ... that would be the sin of Onan. I should be the one to help him directly! YES! Mmmm! On my knees, my bare boobs bouncing, and my fingers pumping up and down his hot pole! That's the kind of help I should give him! Oh God! Yes! Yes!

She was refraining from touching her own privates, but she realized her body was squirming around quite a lot in her lounge chair. She opened her eyes to check if anyone had noticed. To her relief, the three teens were busy having fun in the pool. She closed her eyes again and mentally reminded herself to act calm and cool. But such lusty fantasies continued to occupy her thoughts.

Amy didn't engage in any hanky-panky in their water games, but Katherine certainly did. With Susan not looking most of the time, she took every opportunity to touch Alan that she could get away with. This mostly happened when Amy had her eyes closed in their games, since games like Marco Polo involved closed eyes. Katherine would peek out when her eyes were supposed to be closed, and zoom in on Alan's body, "accidentally" rubbing her body all over his. Several times she even grabbed his erection through his shorts.

More than once, she grabbed his erection through his suit and held onto it briefly as if she were trying to figure out what the big thing between his legs was. She gasped in horror, eyes wide open in shock. Then she "realized" that she was still holding it and acted even more surprised, until she finally let go of it as if it were a hot potato.

Alan enjoyed this game a great deal, even if he couldn't really figure his sister out. He was remarkably slow on the uptake due to his lack of prior sexual experience. Even what had happened with her by the pool the day before hadn't fully clued him in to how much she lusted after him. At first he'd thought her grabbing really was accidental, since they were playing very physical games with a lot of touching and grabbing, but it happened so often that he'd eventually begun to wise up. However, he also was too shy to see what would happen if he reciprocated, especially since he never knew whether Susan or Amy might see what he was doing.

He really wanted to try something, but he kept chickening out. After a while he thought, This sucks. I need someone like Aunt Suzy to take the situation in hand, so to speak.

Katherine was having a great time, but she was irked that he didn't fondle her tits a single time, even though she rubbed them up against his chest repeatedly. She thought, Sheesh! How much more obvious do I have to get? Whatever hesitancy and guilt she'd had in the wake of exposing herself to him at the pool the day before was long gone, swept away in all the excitement of flirting and touching. She figured the cat was out of the bag about her attraction to him anyway.

Finally the three of them grew tired and went back to lying in the sun. Alan thought that he'd get his chance to apply lotion, and suggested, "Does anyone need any more suntan lotion?"

But Amy happily said, "No thanks! I put some on earlier and it's waterproof. Isn't that cool?"

Alan didn't find it so cool. He was bummed. (He didn't realize that Susan would have put a stop to him anyway, since she was concerned about him laying his hands on Amy while she remained topless.)

Katherine had used the same lotion already as well, so even though she wanted Alan to put some on her, she figured she'd get called on it.

But she figured she could at least do her part in providing some more "visual stimulation." So she decided to have her **** at her mother's no-topless rule by lying face down and undoing her bikini top, just as Amy had done earlier. But then she went one step further and "accidentally" undid her bikini bottoms as well, since they were the kind that could be untied on the side of the leg. She initially left them in place, but slowly let them slip open across her butt while she pretended to rest with her eyes closed.

Alan certainly didn't fail to notice what she was showing; he stared especially intently at her ass. Her body shone alluringly from all the suntan lotion and his erection showed no signs of subsiding.

Amy noticed that Katherine's bikini bottoms were coming off, but saw nothing wrong with that. In fact, after some minutes, she decided she would follow suit. She stood up and began taking her bikini bottoms off as well.

That finally **** Susan to say something. She sensed someone standing up and opened her eyes to see what was happening. When she saw Amy with her bikini bottoms down below her knees, she exclaimed, "Amy! For the love of God! What are you doing?! Stop that right now!"

Amy had managed to completely remove the bikini bottoms while Susan was complaining. She stood there just holding them in her hand, while Alan eagerly drank up her nakedness. She was providing him with a side-profile view, so he couldn't see her pussy, but the sight of her big bare ass was very nice compensation.

She stared at Susan with a clueless expression on her face. "What's wrong?"

Susan huffed, "What's wrong?! You're taking your bikini off, that's what's wrong! Put it back on, now!"

"M'kay," Amy finally said in a bummed voice. She bent over and began to stick her foot back through one leg-hole of her bikini bottoms.

Amy seemed to be having a lot of trouble putting her clothes back on. That presented Alan with the sight of her naked butt wiggling just a few feet from where he was sitting. Since he was wearing sunglasses, he could stare to his heart's content. He just assumed that no one was the wiser.

"Sorry, Aunt Susan," said Amy as she still struggled to get dressed with her bikini bottoms down around her ankles. "I was just thinking that Katherine had a good idea, and I wanted an all-over tan too."

Amy turned to face Susan as she pulled her bikini bottoms to her knees. That meant she was facing Alan too, since he was sitting on the lounge chair next to Susan's. And that meant that he had a great view of Amy's pussy from just a few feet away.

Susan gasped. "Amy! Don't let Alan see your you-know-what!"

Amy stood all the way up while leaving her bikini bottoms around her knees. "No, my what?"

Susan was franticly waving her hands. "You know, the private place between your legs!"

"My asshole?" Amy remained frozen in place until Susan explained herself.

Susan grew painfully embarrassed and found her nipples were rock hard again. "No, your other, uh, hole, er, down there."

"You mean my cunnie? My cunt?" Amy helpfully ran a hand up her thigh towards her pussy.

Susan griped, "Amy! Such language!"

Alan couldn't believe how very aroused he was. Being unable to masturbate and relieve the built-up pressure was maddening. He could have readjusted his package so his erection wasn't so obvious, but he was getting a secret thrill out of keeping it blatantly obvious.

Amy still stood there, with her breasts and pussy on full display. "Well, what's wrong with showing him that? After all, Katherine is too, pretty much."

Susan's eyes had been closed for a while, since the others were resting and she was secretly reveling in her sexy incestuous fantasies. As a result, she hadn't noticed how Katherine's bikini bottoms had slid off until they covered little more than part of her ass crack. She cried in horror, "Angel, what are you doing?!"

"What? What's wrong?" Katherine asked in pretend cluelessness. "Did something happen?" She purposely sat up and turned around to look directly at her mother as she spoke. This left her bikini top on the ground, while her motion caused her bikini bottoms to fall all the way off as well.

"Angel! You're completely naked!" Susan nearly yelled, gesticulating wildly in agitation. "Put something on right away!" She reflexively put her hands over her own chest and looked over at Alan. She could read the excitement in his expression, not to mention see the size of the lewd bulge in his swimsuit. She chided him, "Tiger, don't look at your sister like that!"

Because Alan was wearing sunglasses, Susan couldn't actually tell where he was looking, but she could guess well enough. Besides, if he was looking at Amy with her bikini bottoms around her knees, that was just as bad.

Susan found herself getting flushed and agitated as she stared at his bulge a few seconds too long. She just knew that he had to be looking directly at her from behind his shades. She was further embarrassed to realize that he'd obviously noticed her checking out his package.

She tried to backtrack. "Not that I would, uh, know, er, where you're looking, Tiger. And of course I have no way of knowing that you're erect, um, uh, I mean, aroused. That is to say, excited. It wasn't like I was looking at ... your ... After all, I'm your mother!"

Seeing that she was just digging a deeper hole for herself, she turned to Katherine and barked, "Angel, what's gotten into you? Hurry up!"

Katherine was still sitting up, tying one side of her bikini bottoms back together. That left her topless and mostly bottomless too, since the other side of the bikini bottoms hadn't yet been re-tied. She was deliberately taking her time.

Suddenly Amy walked into Susan's view as she came over to help Katherine. "Need any help with that?" she asked sweetly. The only problem was, she was buck naked, having temporarily given up on putting on her own bikini. In fact, her bikini bottoms were no longer around her knees; they had been left behind on the ground.

Now Susan was really at a loss. "Amy! No! Please! Go back to where you were and put your own bikini back on, thank you very much! NOW, please! Let Angel take care of herself, and quicker, please. For crying out loud, everybody needs to put some clothes on!"

She thought, This is ridiculous. Amy and Angel are incorrigible. Are they purposely wallowing in depravity, or just trying to test me, or what? I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle here. I might as well just take off my bikini as well. Hrmph! I'm so exposed as it is in this scandalous bikini, what would be the difference?

Her pussy started to tingle as she warmed to the idea. What if I DO just strip? After all, Suzanne says I need to give Tiger more visual stimulation. And look: Amy and Angel are both fumbling around and taking forever getting their bikinis back on. I need to defend their virtue. If I were to unleash my big breasts, certainly my Tiger would look my way instead of back and forth at the other two like he was trying to watch a ping-pong match.

He's obviously very hard. Very, very stiff. He needs to whip out his member and "jack off," as Suzanne calls it. Maybe he'd get so inspired seeing me naked that he really WOULD whip it out and stroke it right here in front of me. Er, I mean us. God, that would be SO HOT! Uh, I mean, it would be very, uh, helpful with his, uh, medical treatment.

Not only that, but Suzanne strongly made the point that it's morally imperative that Tiger should never spill his seed on the ground. If I were to suggest that he blast his creamy load all over my face and chest, I could save him from that sin! In fact, that's another excellent reason for me to take my top off, so he doesn't stain my bikini with his nasty seed when he ejaculates all over me! Oh God! Such POTENT and FERTILE seed, coming from that BIG, THICK erection of his! Mommy's just gonna DROWN in a cum bath of love!

But Susan's fantasy of stripping was just that - a fantasy. She never seriously considered the idea. As she looked around and saw Amy and Katherine as they finally finished getting their bikinis back on, she slowly returned from her erotic daydream