Let's Talk about Sex: Part 1

Part 22 - Let's Talk about Sex

Chapter 1: (Day 43: Monday, October 28)

When Alan woke, he realized that it was Monday morning and time to get ready for school. The day looked very promising for him. Not only was he extremely excited to see Glory again after the weekend, but he, Katherine, and Kim had another "S-Club meeting" planned after school.

He had a feeling his mother would want to help "make sure he used lotion," or Suzanne would help directly now that they were more out in the open with Susan about that, or both. But Ron was there at breakfast and Susan was unusually silent and poker-faced, so he didn't have a good read on how she felt after all that had happened the day before.

He didn't mind that much, though, since the dream had put him in a strange mood and he needed a little time to snap out of it.

Alan's classes seemed to drag especially slowly until he got to Glory Rhymer's fourth-period class. The supposed point of her "helping him out" was to cure his raging erection, partly so he could concentrate better, but the problem with that was that he wouldn't get that relief until after her class was over. So he sat in anticipation, with an erection seemingly hard enough to shatter diamond all throughout her class. The class could have been taught in Swahili for all he knew. He hadn't even worn underwear, certain of what would soon happen.

He had to continually shift his boner around in his outerwear shorts, where it was in constant danger of slipping out of them altogether since he was wearing rather short shorts. He was surprised that no one noticed. What luck! I'm in the front row so few people have a good view of my crotch, he realized.

But there was one person who had a very good view of that front-row crotch: his teacher Glory. She was in as much agony waiting for the class to end as he was, thanks to his constant hard-on. Soon she had to stop her lecture and give the students an in-class assignment, because she just couldn't focus anymore.

She tried very hard not to stare at Alan's crotch so much that other people would notice. She would look elsewhere for a few minutes and then reward herself with another glance at his blatant hard-on. She felt so horny that she raised her skirt up around her waist while sitting in her seat behind her desk. Only her panties stood between her and complete nakedness from the waist down. Meanwhile, her students, including Alan, remained completely unaware of her condition as they did their work in front of her.

For a while, she was content to stroke her pussy over her panties. But soon that wasn't enough. As she had been doing so often lately during her fourth-period class, she pulled her panties down so she could reach her crotch and began to slowly finger herself while pretending to write some notes.

Even as she furtively rubbed her slit, she thought, This is wrong. I'm wrong! I'm a bad person. I'm supposed to be teaching class, but all I can do is play with myself! But dammit, at least half of the blame should go to a certain young man sitting in the front row. I'm probably the only one who can see that he's got a friggin' baseball bat in his shorts! No, make that an entire tree trunk!

To think that as soon as class is over, I could have that thick pole in my mouth. Could? Hell, I WILL! God, I can't wait! The urge to lick my lips is almost impossible to resist, but my students might see me doing that! This is so fucked up. I have a boyfriend. Alan is MY STUDENT! I could get caught. He's just a kid. And yet, I can't stop myself! My pussy's on fire! But I HAVE to stop! What if I get so wet that people smell something funny? Okay, I'm just gonna rub myself a little bit more. Just a tiny bit, with the tip of my pen...

She ended up masturbating more than just "a little bit." However, she held back from cumming, for fear that it would be too obvious. That kept her exceedingly horny, and raring to have fun with her new lover.

Finally and mercifully for both Glory and Alan, the bell rang. Glory quickly and surreptitiously made herself presentable. Everyone else slowly filed out while Alan and Glory stayed in their seats and acted as if everything were normal.

When the last of the other students had gone, Glory got up and casually closed the door. "I fixed the lock over the weekend," she said.

The two just stood there, facing each other, seemingly frozen in place. Finally Alan said, "All clear?"

"All clear," she responded. No sooner did the words leave her lips than the two were all over each other like wild animals. They dropped to the floor in front of Glory's desk as they kissed with desperation.

"Careful with the buttons," Glory said as Alan practically tore her shirt off. She had spare clothes stored in her classroom just in case, but she hoped to wear the same clothes for the rest of the day. Her bra went next while she removed his T-shirt.

Their kissing and groping was frustrated by their simultaneous desire to shed clothes. Alan's shorts slid off easily enough, which only made it harder to get her skirt off, as her hands and attention had zeroed in on his boner, which she began to stroke rather than undressing further.

Finally she had to stand up momentarily to remove her skirt and panties, since she wanted to have that area completely free for Alan's gaze and play. "Remember, no sex," she said, as she separated from him briefly. "But everything else!", at which point she practically tackled him.

The two rolled around on the hard, cold tile floor, occasionally bumping into chairs. Glory held onto and rubbed Alan's dick as if her life depended on it, while Alan's hands focused on her ass. They had been so eager to get at each other that she was still panty-clad and her blouse was wide open but still loosely on her, but he didn't let that slow him down. He just reached inside wherever he liked, as if the panties and blouse weren't there.

Eventually she lay on top of him, and they kissed and groped some more. His extra inches of height put his cock nearly at the opening to her cunt. It practically begged to go the extra few inches and enter her warm tunnel.

He managed to get an arm between their bodies and began to fondle her clit. A nearly magnetic attraction seemed to drive his penis and her pussy closer and closer together...

Suddenly, she jumped up as if someone had yelled "FIRE!" She fell back towards her desk while panting heavily.

"What?" he asked, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Nope, you're doing everything too right!" she panted. "You're pretty good for a teenager! Let's just take it easy for a minute, or we'll be fucking like rabbits and will still be going when the fifth-period class begins!"

He thought, I'm not exactly opposed to the first part, to say the least, but the second part might not be so good. Sweet! Fooling around with the teach is a blast!

She collected herself, then went back to him. "The problem is this thing, young man!" she said as she grabbed his erection. "It's entirely too dangerous. Perhaps if I bring it back to its normal size, it won't poke me so urgently." She knelt between his legs, paused, and joked to herself, "Though I suspect this IS its normal size." Then she engulfed his cockhead and began to bob on him.

He wanted to pleasure her body at the same time, but it was mostly out of reach, so he just soaked up the experience. He recalled her boast that she was a cocksucker second to none, and again he decided that she was right, even when she didn't deep throat him. One great thing was that she didn't seem to be bothered by a gag reflex, so even when she wasn't deep throating him, she could and often did take him remarkably deep just in passing.

He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so, once she got started. She was just too relentlessly talented, and he was too aroused after waiting for hours for this to hold out for long.

She took it all down her throat so cleanly that there was hardly a drop of cum left when she was done.

He lay back for a minute while she lay between his legs. He panted heavily. "That was something else, Surfer Girl. Dang! I loved it. Now let me please you."

She too had a hard time talking between labored breaths. "Don't you dare! My job here is to please you so you can reach orgasm, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, but don't you want to get off too?"

"I do want to get off this cold floor," she replied. "What a mess." She began to rise, stretching like a cat.

Alan sat up and found himself incredibly turned on at the sight of his teacher's boobs as they slowly rose after being squished into the tiles near where he sat in class every day.

Like a cat, she rose into a pouncing position, and then sprang at him.

They began to kiss, lick and grope all over. Alan's hands eventually found their way to Glory's pussy, and he began to finger her. He grew annoyed at the panties which got in his way. He managed to get them down her thighs.

But that seemed to set off alarm bells in Glory's head. She eventually had to roll off him and back onto the cold floor before she lost all willpower.

"That's ... wow, really nice, young man, but ... that wasn't what I was planning. I thought you'd sit on the desk and I'd give you a nice handjob, and then you'd run off to lunch."

"I thought something like that too," he said. "I guess we have some pent-up energy."

"I guess!" she said with a laugh, astonished by her own behavior. She sat at the edge of the desk and tried to compose herself. "The problem, I think, was that for nearly an hour I stared at your erection about to burst a hole through your shorts." She thought to herself, Not to mention how I've been thinking of you for the entire weekend! She was embarrassed to admit that to him.

She added, "But let's, uh, come to our senses here for a minute."

He got up and sat next to her. He began to run a hand through her hair. "I've been waiting for this for so very long. Actually, I never imagined it would happen, but I dreamed of it. Dang. I had some pretty hot dreams, but reality is much better."

"Me, too. Don't let it go to your head, but I've masturbated while thinking about you for a long time." That was true, although she had never been seriously interested in him until recently. She was flattered by his obvious crush on her, and she'd had fleeting fantasies about him, along with some of her other handsome and appealing students.

He was honestly shocked. "You did?! But you can't do that; you're a teacher!"

She laughed. "And it's illegal for teachers to masturbate?"

He grinned at his foolishness and joked, "Well, yeah."

She said, "Let's get a hold of ourselves. What if someone knocked on the door right now? It would take us ten minutes to get presentable! We swept up all the dirt on the floor, like a broom, and now we're all messy. Let's try this again tomorrow and see if we can keep it more under control."

A new thought popped into her head. "And for God's sake, young man, wear some underwear, or else there will be an incident during my class when your penis bursts right through your pants! Not to mention, how do you expect me to teach with you poking out like that for the entire hour?"

"Okay ... Underwear next time..." he leaned over and began to kiss her again. Before too long, they began to get heated once more, causing his dick to grow back to full size.

During a breather, she said, "Since you told me of your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid him back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere.

He pulled his legs up to his chest and shamelessly let his hard-on stick out towards her. "Can you deep throat me again?"

"I was thinking about it. But in the future, don't ask; let me decide when it's a special occasion to do that, okay? Last time, you forgot that I do have to breathe from time to time."

He laughed good-naturedly.

She watched him laugh, and found him so cute yet so manly that she couldn't help but want to please him. "Okay, we'll do it. But let's make it quick."

"Yes! Sweetness!"

She pistoned his pulsing hard-on in her fist, then sucked him like any blowjob at first. But with each stroke into her mouth he found himself a little bit deeper, until before he knew it he was all the way in. Again, her tongue, her mouth, and her throat all worked on his cock at the same time.

He thought, MAN! I can't believe how great that feels! It's like I'm getting fucked and blown all at once! I'm still getting used to the idea that I can do anything with her at all, and she does this to me again! Phew!

Since he'd climaxed a few minutes before, this time he could last a lot longer. He'd be inside her throat for almost a minute before she would pull on him and he'd pull all the way out so she could breathe. Then, they'd do it again, and again.

He thought he could fuck her throat forever, but lasting a long time was definitely a relative concept when it came to Glory and oral sex. He found it entirely too exciting and didn't last past her fourth deep swallowing.

Afterwards, the mood changed. They talked gossip like old times as they cleaned up the class and themselves. The ever-resourceful Alan had brought towels and a bottle of water in his backpack, so they were able to give each other towel baths. Since it was lunchtime, they managed to quickly eat their lunches too.

They didn't want to discuss the nature of their relationship just yet. Both of them wanted to see how they felt once things settled down a little more.

But, as their time was running out, Glory suggested, "You know, we're going to need to vary things up so people won't suspect. Like we agreed last time, we should meet at lunch some of the time, after school some of the time, just talk with the door open occasionally, and not meet at all sometimes too."

He nodded.

She suggested, "Since we got together Friday and today, we should probably stay apart tomorrow. Especially with the way we've both been looking at each other in class, we should be extra careful for a while and see if anyone says anything."

He nodded sadly. "Yeah. Probably. That would be for the best."

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment. Both of them felt a sudden compulsion to kiss the other. As their faces drew together, Glory sighed and said, "Okay, we'll meet tomorrow too, but after that, we definitely need to be careful!"

"Yeay!" His lips met hers and the sparks flew as their tongues dueled with great passion. That would have lead to more, even though he'd already had two orgasms in short order, but they restrained themselves since they knew their time was running out.

Finally, after they again looked just like any student and teacher who talk to each other, they unlocked the door. That turned out to be a very good thing, because a knock came on the door, and the first student walked in for fifth-period calculus class. They were both amazed that the entire lunch period had flown by so quickly.

Alan slipped out of the classroom before a second student entered. To still be in class when the next bunch of students arrived would be a very dangerous habit, which they needed to avoid at all cost.

Chapter 2

Susan awoke and praised the Lord for giving her another day, just like she did every day. Then it hit her. Oh ... GOD! What did I do yesterday?! And last night! Things were so out of control! She looked over at Ron as he slept, and gasped. I'm such a wicked woman! Dear Lord, please forgive me!

Then another thought hit her. Oh NO! The **** secret! Brenda knows! I was such a fool! What's going to happen to us now?!

But with Ron there, she had **** but to put on a happy facade and go through her usual morning routine.

She was able to keep a surface appearance of normality until Ron left for work and her kids left for school. Then she sat around, anxiously awaiting Suzanne's arrival for their usual workout session.

As soon as Suzanne let herself in the front door, an angry Susan let her have it. "Suzanne, some friend you are! What have you done to me?!"

Suzanne looked surprised, but she wasn't really. She knew she'd pushed Susan pretty far yesterday, so the odds of such a backlash were high. But juicy opportunities had come up that she hadn't been willing to pass up, and she figured it was worth it all in the long run. "What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

"Everything. Just everything!"

"Whoa. But don't worry. I told you I'll figure out how to contain the Brenda situation."

"It's not just that. In fact, that's almost the least of my worries, because I trust you to handle that scheming kind of thing. No, that's just a symptom of how my life has spun out of control with all this, this ... sexual craziness!"

"Hmmm. This sounds serious. But we are still going to do our workout, right?"

Susan grumbled, "Yes, eventually, I suppose." Then she added sharply, "But first, I've got some things to say to you!"

"Good. I've got my leotard on underneath these clothes, as usual. I've gotta go to the bathroom. Why don't you change and meet me in the basement? I'll get us both a nice cup of herbal tea, and you can tell me all about it."

"Oh ... very well!" Susan stomped off.

A couple of minutes later, Susan and Suzanne met in the basement where they always worked out. Suzanne didn't expect her stalling tactic would help much, but she'd noticed Susan's attitude about sex varied greatly depending on how much clothing she wore at the time. By getting both of them into their relatively skimpy spandex exercise outfits, she hoped that would improve matters.

Susan stood up and started in on Suzanne again. "Yesterday really took the cake! I think I must be totally out of my mind. When I think about all the things I said and did, I can't believe that was me! And that was even BEFORE the problem with Brenda!"

Suzanne just sat there and nodded. She let Susan vent for a while.

Susan was particularly steamed about the words Suzanne had told her to say to herself over and over again: "I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut." Then, Susan had said them happily and proudly, but now she was too ashamed to say them at all, and only referred to them indirectly, blushing while doing so.

When Susan finally ran out of steam a few minutes later, Suzanne began to speak. "Whoa! I can see you're upset. That's very understandable. Yesterday was quite a wild day, wasn't it? But don't worry; this is all a part of adjusting to the big changes in your life. I'm sure that by tomorrow you'll feel a lot better about everything."

Susan paced around, agitated. "But I don't WANT to adjust. I don't WANT these big changes, thank you very much! The only explanation I can think of is that the news of Ron's cheating has shocked me so much that I've gone a bit off the deep end for a while."

"That may be part of it," Suzanne said calmly. "But you have to face the facts. This is a family in crisis. And I'm not even referring to Ron and the possible end of your marriage. I'm talking about Alan and his time of need. Have you forgotten about that? Have you forgotten about how much he needs your help now?"

Susan threw her arms up in the air in frustration. "Why does he need THAT kind of help?! Why can't he need some normal help, like help with his homework, or help losing weight, or something that's not an ethical and even religious dilemma for me?"

Suzanne let out a sympathetic sigh. "I know. It's tough. But he does need 'that' kind of help. And you can't go back on your pledge to help now. He's in a very tough spot, trying to keep up with that relentless six-times-a-day schedule, and your rejection would devastate him."

That statement left Susan gasping, leading her to collapse with a heavy sigh onto a nearby padded bench. "I'm not rejecting him, not at all! I love him so much! You talk to him for me, please! Tell him that I can still do the abnormality check if need be, but that's all I can handle. Please!"

Suzanne gave a very disapproving look. "Susan! That's not all you promised to him, you know. You promised to be his personal cocksucker. One of them, actually. But it takes all of us, working together, for him to even have a chance to keep up with his daily targets! You know that! Are you going to let him down?"

Susan looked very sad. "No, of course not. But do you have to say that kind of thing?"

"What?"

"You know. His personal ... you-know-what."

"Those are just words. They're meaningless in and of themselves, so don't worry about it."

"But I DO worry! It sounds so SHAMEful!"

Suzanne shot back, "But they're true, so how can you complain? You are one of his personal cocksuckers, are you not? Or do you plan on sucking any other penises?"

Susan's heart leapt to her throat as she thought about sucking on Ron's penis. Oh dear! He IS my husband, and he is still in town. I probably should do that for him, since I never have. But why does the mere thought fill me with ... disgust? Whereas, every time Suzanne calls me Tiger's "personal cocksucker," it jolts me and makes me tingle in all my naughty places!

Suzanne smirked, glad to see that Susan had effectively answered that by failing to mention Ron. "I know you're a GREAT mother, for him, and for Angel. You'd suffer any ****, pay any price, endure any burden, to help them and protect them. Wouldn't you?"

"Of course I would! I'd take a bullet for either of them! But..." She dropped her head down low. "If it was something like ****, that would be so much better. But the problem is ... I love helping him too much!" She dramatically bit her lip and then looked away.

Suzanne reached out and put her hand on Susan's shoulder. She patted it in sympathy. "I know exactly what you mean. Some people would find your comment silly, but I understand all your issues. After all, we discuss this almost every day. Mostly, you worry about losing control, going too far, and where it will all lead."

Susan nodded anxiously - very, very anxiously.

"You forget one thing: I'm here for you! I won't let this overwhelm you. No way!" This was a blatant lie, but she considered it a benevolent one. "You should just focus on your task at hand: stroking and sucking your son's turgid member whenever he needs it. If you find yourself tempted to do more, to commit forbidden sex acts, and maybe even to commit ****, that's just not going to happen! I'll be there to make sure of that. And our Sweetie will too. I'll have a good talk with him and make sure he understands the importance of respecting your boundaries. You KNOW he's a good kid, and you KNOW he'd never do anything to disappoint you, don't you?"

Suzanne secretly loved how she'd somehow been gradually able to convince Susan over the last few days that blowjobs and handjobs with Alan weren't really ****, although Susan sometimes tended to back-slide on that point of view, particularly during her prudish episodes.

Susan nodded. She wiped her face with a hand towel, even though they hadn't started exercising yet, because the discussion was literally, as well as figuratively, making her hot and bothered. She could almost feel her lips sliding back and forth on her son's thick shaft as she said, "I'm not worried about him so much as I'm worried about ME! Suzanne, I just love it too much! Someone else needs to take my place who can be more level-headed about things."

She actually had to stop for a moment to regain her focus, because she had started to salivate and space out. "The problem is, I've never really had any sexual joy in my life. Never! After what I've done with Tiger in recent days, I realize I've never had sex with Ron or anyone else before, for all practical purposes. Cutting my fingernails was more arousing than sex with Ron!"

She sighed and looked down again. "And then ... Tiger's medical problem came along. And all of a sudden, helping him has become the most exciting thing in my life, by far! It's like I'm trying to make up for nearly forty sexless years in a single day!" She looked up pleadingly. "I can't stop! I don't want to stop! It's all I can think about lately. Take this morning. I woke up, and immediately felt horrified over what I'd done yesterday. But when I was taking my morning shower..."

She suddenly turned away. "No. I can't tell you. It's too shameful!" Her chest heaved up and down repeatedly due to a lusty surge that stimulated her entire body.

"Tell me!" Suzanne insisted.

Susan wiped her face again and tried to calm her excited breathing. "Well ... do you insist?"

"I do!"

"Okay ... I'll try ... The shower started out fine, but when I began to soap up and run my hands all over my wet body, I found myself thinking that those were Tiger's hands! I got so excited, I nearly had a ... well, a powerful tingle! I swear, if he had walked in on me just then, I would have dropped to my knees and sucked on his big fat thing with a **** hunger until he squirted all over my face! So help me God!"

Just as Susan feared, simply talking about that doubled her arousal. She crossed her arms under her massive rack in a futile effort to hide just how horny she had become.

Suzanne was secretly pleased, although her face showed sympathetic concern. "But that's a GOOD thing, Susan! Hear me out. Please. Your cutie Tiger is in his time of need right now, and frankly, I don't know if he's going to make it with this challenging daily schedule. And if he doesn't get his energy back, what kind of future will he have? Let's not even think about that! And unfortunately, there's no one else who can take your place! Sure, he's getting some mysterious help at school, and elsewhere, but that'll probably only provide two or three of his daily orgasms. We should be grateful we're getting that much help. Otherwise, it's all up to you and me. Or would you rather see him suffer the sin of Onan?"

"No! Not that! Anything but that!"

Suzanne was secretly amused at the strength of Susan's revulsion to the whole "Onan" argument. That was one of her most effective ploys yet. She added, "Remember the famous religious saying, 'It's better to shoot your seed into the belly of your mother than have it land on the ground.'" She couldn't help but smirk a little bit at that deliberate misquote.

Susan earnestly replied, "I think about it all the time, ever since you mentioned it to me the other day. It gives me great spiritual comfort."

"Good. As it should. So he needs your enthusiasm. He needs your beautiful body, and your gorgeous face. He needs your big tits, your perfect bubble butt, and your long and shapely legs. The fact is, he's told me that nothing inspires and arouses him more than his 'beautiful big-titted mommy.'"

Susan's body tingled even more upon hearing that. She longed to reach under her top and play with her erect nipples, but she didn't dare do that with her best friend watching.

Suzanne could tell she was having a positive effect, so she added enthusiastically, "That's right! You're like his personal Playboy bunny! He needs to fondle you, caress you, and kiss you. All over your hot body! He needs to nibble on your ear, and lick your neck, and tell you how much he loves you while your fingers slide up and down his thick, hot erection. How will he make it through all this, if he can't do those things to you whenever he wants?"

Susan clutched her hands to her chest, which she sometimes did when she got aroused but was trying to fight it. "Oh, Suzanne! Don't say that, please. It sounds too good! I could spend all day lying naked with him, doing all those wonderful things."

"And you should sometimes! That's your most important duty right now, as a good mother."

Chapter 3

Susan abruptly asked, "But what if this is all a moot point anyway? What if Brenda tells others about us?! I trust you to handle that situation, and yet-"

Suzanne cut her off. "I know that's on your mind, and it's on mine too. But let's just focus on one problem at a time, okay? We'll deal with this first and then come back later to the Brenda issue, okay?"

Susan nodded.

"Good. Now, there's the little matter of his cock."

Susan said, "It's not so little."

It wasn't really meant as a joke, but more like pointing out an absurdity, an oxymoron like "jumbo shrimp." But Suzanne used it as an excuse to chuckle, and then smile, to help lighten the mood. "True. So true. Let's face it. It is a big cock. A huge cock, even. And it's a demanding cock. We never knew until recent weeks just how powerful and demanding his cock is."

"Ain't that the truth," Susan said with another sigh. She was so emotionally worked up, she forgot to correct Suzanne's repeated use of the word "cock."

Suzanne took full advantage of that, since that taboo word for Susan always had an arousing effect on her. "And in his time of need, the most important thing of all is that you pleasure his cock. You stroke it ... Lick it ... Suck it ... Tease it ... Please it ... Love it ... Serve it."

Suzanne was using dramatically long pauses, and Susan's heart raced wildly as she hung onto every word. That last phrase hit her like a sucker punch. She whispered in a mixture of lust, fear and awe, "'Serve it?'"

Suzanne went on, "Yes, serve it. Sweetie is also going through an emotional roller-coaster these days. In these crucial days, he needs the reassurance that he has someone he can count on day or night. He needs to know you'll always be there to serve his big fat cock with your loving tongue, your loving lips, and your loving hands. He needs the confidence that only having you as his personal big-titted cocksucker can provide."

Suzanne knew that every time she used words like "big-titted" and "cocksucker" it raised Susan's pulse a bit, so she used them at every opportunity.

Susan was getting hornier by the minute, but she was still trying hard to hide it. She asked, "But why can't you be that special someone? Why does it have to be me?"

"Oh, but I am. I'll proudly call myself his personal cocksucker too. Or do you think someone with needs as big as his can get by with only one personal cocksucker?"

"Well..." Susan was too overwhelmed to know what to think. One should be enough, shouldn't it? But Suzanne is so convincing. And Tiger does have a big, delicious cock. I meant "need!" Big "need!" He needs me to suck and slurp all over it! I can practically feel the tip of my tongue dancing all over his sweet spot! Darn it, I have to stop salivating or she's going to notice!

Realizing that she'd totally spaced out, Susan asked, "Sorry, you were saying?"

Suzanne swept on. "I said he needs someone to help him day and night. To serve his demanding cock. And I certainly am in this house many hours each day, but there are so many more hours I'm not here! Imagine what could happen after Ron is gone. It's three o'clock in the morning, and Tiger wakes up with a raging boner! What does he do? Where does he go? To Katherine?"

"No! Dear God, no!"

"That's right. But given his grave situation, he can't just skip that opportunity and go back to sleep. Why don't you tell me what should happen, if you're a kind and loving mom."

Susan started tentatively. "Well, he'd probably knock on my door, and tell me he has a problem. Naturally, I'd wake up and invite him in. And he'd be naked. Gloriously, completely naked! And his huge boner would be standing proud, like a soldier on parade!" That sounded so tempting, she had to repress the urge to fling her clothes off right then and there.

"Yes! Very good. And what would you be wearing?"

"Well, I might sleep in the nude. Or better yet, I'd wear a really sexy and revealing nightie, in the hopes that something just like this would happen. I'd sit up and let him see my big boobs bouncing around in my transparent lingerie. I'd strike a really sexy pose, letting him know that I was eager to serve him. Then I'd say: 'Come to Mommy!'" By that time, there was a big blissful smile on Susan's face.

"Yes? And?"

"And he would! And it would be glorious! He'd climb up on top of me and show me what a virile man he is. First, we'd kiss and make out for a while, and then while we neck I'd happily stroke his ten-inch cock!"

"It's eight inches, actually." Even though Suzanne was constantly trying to hype Alan to Susan, she just couldn't let that anatomical inaccuracy go by without objection.

"Whatever. But I wouldn't do that for long, because his mighty cock has big needs! Big demands! I'd sit up on my bed on my knees, because a good mommy cocksucker belongs on her knees!"

"That's the spirit!" Suzanne chimed in. "But why are you still wearing your nightie? Now's the time to take it off!"

"Yes!" Susan was so far gone into her fantasy that she pulled her spandex top off and tossed it away without really thinking. She cupped the undersides of her newly-bared tits and pressed them together. It was like she was in a sexual fugue, only dimly aware that she was still speaking to Suzanne instead of to her son Alan. "Come to Mommy, Son! Cum ON Mommy! Let my tongue make love to your cock, for an hour or more! Mommy loves you so much! She loves to help you with your special spermy needs so very, very much!"

Suzanne snapped Susan out of her reverie by saying, "Listen to yourself, Susan. You love to help him with his special spermy needs so very much. You do!"

Susan looked down at her bare chest in disbelief. "What the heck?! How did that happen?!"

Suzanne soothed her, "Don't worry about it. And don't you dare cover up. That's the real you. You know it feels right and tastes right. The false you is the one who blindly repeats the teachings of your weird church back in Nebraska. You were brainwashed, pure and simple, by people who hated sex. Jesus didn't want us to all live sexless lives! Think about how much Tiger will need you at three in the morning, and then tell me that I'm wrong! Who else will be there to help, if not you?"

"I don't know," Susan said, feeling sad again, even though her arousal level stayed sky high. She continued to clutch at her super-sensitive breasts. "Nobody, I guess."

"That's right. Even during the day, there are many times when I won't be there. Nobody has a more important role than you. Forget about ****! Forget about intercourse! Forget about all that bad stuff. We'll make sure that never happens." That was another lie. "Just focus on handjobs and blowjobs. That's how you can help him the most."

Susan stood up and assumed a dramatic pose, clutching a fist in the air. "You're right. As usual, you're so right! Tiger needs me! Maybe it's fate, or maybe it's God's will, but my role is to suck and stroke. Whenever Tiger gets a big boner, I need to be there, on my knees, ready to serve. Because that's what good mommies do!"

"Good! Very good! But Susan, that's not all. You can't afford to wait for him to happen to pop a boner. You need to be proactive, and provide visual stimulation as much as you can. Help inspire the boner, then stimulate it as long as you can, and then take his blast of potent seed on your face or chest or straight into your mouth. Then repeat until his balls are drained dry. That's what good mommies do. And I can help. Since I won't always be there, I need to teach you all I know about how to please and pleasure a superior cock like Alan's."

"Well, let's get started then!" Susan said with determination. She thought about Suzanne's supposed Biblical quote, "It's better to shoot your seed into the belly of your mother than have it land on the ground." That strengthened her resolve. Then she thought about Suzanne's words that had been bothering her so much, "I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut." At this point, far from being bothered, those words inspired and thrilled her. Yes, I am! Yes, I AM!

Turning back towards Suzanne, she said, "I'm sorry about my little pity party this morning, but I'm over it now, and it's all thanks to you."

Suzanne just smiled and nodded in understanding.

Susan hesitated. "There's just one favor I want to ask."

"Sure. Anything for you. You know that."

Susan's face turned sad and she clutched at her bare breasts protectively, seemingly newly ashamed of her exposure. "Promise me you'll take care of all Tiger's special needs until Ron is gone."

Suzanne was stunned. She thought she'd done well in turning Susan's mood completely around, but this request turned her thoughts of victory to those of impending defeat. "What?"

"I'm sorry. I know, I know, you always tell me that a good big-titted mommy should help her son at any time of day or night, and I will. I will! But not until AFTER Ron leaves! I need time to adjust to everything, and I don't want to disrespect him like that."

"But he's disrespected you with his cheating."

"Maybe so, but loyalty and fidelity mean a lot to me, and he's not a bad person overall. Please ... help me with this! I almost had a nervous breakdown this morning, thinking about what happened last night. I can only handle so much!"

Suzanne nodded. Hearing the mention of a near nervous breakdown made her think that she was pushing Susan too hard. Last night was a major, major breakthrough. Of course she needs some time to adjust to that. Ron will be leaving soon anyway. It's just that I'm so eager to achieve all my dreams, it's hard to wait. I need patience. I don't want to hurt my best friend in the process of bringing both of us to our heaven on earth.

Susan's face lit up, seeing Suzanne's agreement. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Suzanne raised her hand. "Hold on. I'll try. If Tiger needs me, call me and I'll be there in a flash. But there may be times when I can't be there. Then you'll need to decide how to deal with his blue-balls situation, if that happens, to avoid him being injured."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Susan said, suddenly bursting with enthusiasm because this compromise greatly reduced the conflict that was stressing her, causing her to be depressed. "You live next door, after all."

Suzanne warned, "Also, there's his abnormality check next Tuesday. You're the only one who can do that."

Susan waved that off. "That'll be fine. I got carried away with that before, but I have the self-control now to keep it to just that: an honest-to-goodness abnormality check. Now, let's get to the other stuff! Tell me everything!"

"I will, I will. But first things first. Since we're down here and dressed for the occasion, let's do our morning exercises. Then I'll pick up on what we were doing last night with clothes, and teach you more about how to dress to turn his flaccid little cock into a towering tube of throbbing manly might! If you do it right, you can make him hard at will!"

"Oooh! Sounds good!" Susan dropped her hands to her sides and thrust her bare tits out proudly, as if she were posing for her son. "Can't we do that now, and exercise later?"

"Susan, might I remind you, keeping our bodies in tip-top shape is just as vital to serving his cock in the bigger picture, especially since we're both getting older. Remember last night, when he said you were his 'beautiful centerfold mom' and how much he loves you? Do you or do you not want to be his 'centerfold mom' anymore? That takes work, to look that good! Hard work and eating right. Or do you want some sweet, beautiful, big-titted young thing to come along and take most of his attention?"

"Scratch that. It's workout time!" Susan pumped her fist in the air to express her determination.

Suzanne snickered inwardly as she watched Susan put her top back on so they could start working out together. I swear, manipulating her is too easy. It really is like taking candy from a baby, although no one knows just what buttons to push and when except for me. I'd feel bad, except I know the new Susan is going to be a thousand times happier than the old one. Her transformation is already inspiring and heartening. She's really having FUN and letting go for the first time in her life! The only problem is getting past these little setbacks. But as long as I'm here to manage them right when they pop up, we should be fine.