Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown: Part 3

Chapter 7

Suzanne wanted to keep talking about something, to keep Susan distracted and fondling her, and then a topic came to her. "Wait a sec. We need to start over." She pulled back, went to her high heels, and put them on. Then she thrust her chest out again, and said, "Sorry. Please continue."

Susan did, but she asked, "What'd you do that for?"

"Well, you know how heels lift your ass and firm up your thighs?"

"Yeah?"

"That's not all they do. They change the posture of your entire body. And when it comes to pleasuring Alan's stiff dick, we need to keep our big tits thrust up and out. Here, feel the undersides."

Susan caressed the lower slopes of Suzanne's huge melons. "So what am I feeling for?"

"Doesn't that feel firm? Now, let's compare." She reached out and caressed the lower slopes of Susan's equally massive hooters.

Susan was pretty tipsy, but something about that didn't seem right. "Wait. I need to compare with and without heels. Not different people!"

"Oops! You're right. So put your heels on and I'll feel you. Then I'll take mine off, and you feel me again."

"Okay." Susan fell for it, not realizing that Suzanne was just making up excuses to keep them fondling each other.

Once Susan had her heels on, Suzanne asked her, "So, can you feel the difference?"

"I should be asking you that. You're the one feeling me up."

"Good point. Well, I DO feel a difference. But it's important that you do too. Sexiness is all about attitude. When you strut around the house wearing nothing but heels, trolling for son-cock, you need to be confident. That's one thing heels do; they firm up your tits and ass so much that you can't help but radiate confidence. Go ahead, try it."

"Try what?"

"Take off your undies and strut around the room like you're the queen of the world."

Susan asked in confusion, "Why do I need to take off my underwear first?"

"Two reasons. First, you need to gauge the effect of just your heels, and you can't do that while wearing other things. And second, you have to learn how to strut while your big boobs are bouncing all over the place. Once Ron leaves, you're going to be doing that a lot. There's a real art to it. But don't worry; I can teach you."

Susan asked, "Can I keep my panties on? Please?"

Suzanne didn't want to push her too hard, so she said, "I suppose, if you insist." Mostly, she just wanted her hands on Susan's bare breasts, so she didn't mind much about the panties.

Susan removed her bra. She shook her hair experimentally and wiggled her shoulders, trying to build up a sassy attitude. But before she even took a step, she turned to Suzanne and admitted, "I don't know how to strut. I only know how to walk! What's the difference?"

"Here, let me show you." Suzanne took her bra off, but kept her panties on, again so Susan wouldn't get too uncomfortable.

Then she strutted in a big circle around the room, ass and tits jiggling as she went. There was no doubt about it: she knew how to strut.

"That's amazing!" Susan exclaimed in sincere admiration. "Whatever you do, it's really sexy! Teach me! Please!"

Suzanne grinned. "Well, I could teach you some technical things. For instance, the key word to keep in mind is 'undulate.' You want your ass cheeks to rise and fall in rhythm. The more they do, the more your tits will sway enticingly as well. The key is what you do with your hips. But before I teach you all that, you need the right attitude. Here, walk around the room."

Susan pouted, "I don't wanna! I'll look pathetic, compared to the way you always walk, not to mention when you strut. You make it into an art, just like you said!"

"Don't worry, you can do it. Bear with me. Just start walking."

So Susan started to walk. Actually, it was more like she fumbled and stumbled around the room. She was trying too hard to swing her hips, which stopped her from getting a good rhythm going.

But Suzanne said, "Don't worry; keep going. Keep going round and round in a slow circle. And now, while you do that, I want you to say the following: 'I'm Tiger's big-titted mommy slut.'"

Susan stumbled in surprise and turned back to Suzanne. "You want me to say what?!"

"Don't think! Just do it! Trust me. Please."

"Very well." She reluctantly resumed walking, and mumbled out the line.

"Not like that; I can't even hear you! Say it with PRIDE! Say: 'I'm PROUD to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut.'"

Susan repeated that line, and she even tried to match Suzanne's vocal inflections.

"Better. Now, say it again. Say it because you know it's true!"

Susan repeated the line again, louder this time. "'I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!'"

"Better! Now, say: 'I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock!'"

"Suzanne! I can't say that!" She kept walking in circles. "It's too embarrassing. Besides, I don't LIVE to suck his cock. Er, I mean, his member. I can't do it."

"Yes you can. Just say it! And then the other line. With feeling!"

Throwing caution to the wind, Susan said, "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."

She almost had to stop walking because she was hit by a powerful wave of arousal from saying and meaning those words.

"Good! MUCH better!" Suzanne coached, "Now, don't just say it, think about it. Think about how GOOD it feels to be your son's big-titted mommy slut. Think about how GOOD it feels to hold his magnificent cock in your hands. Think about how HARD and THICK he gets when he sees you naked. You have a great body! He can't help but get soooo horny, just from looking at you! He's so hard and horny, he just has to cram his huge cock into your eager mouth! Imagine servicing his hot, sperm-filled slab of meat on a daily basis for YEARS to come! Think about all that, and repeat after me: 'I'm my son's personal cocksucker..."

For the next several minutes, Susan continued to slowly walk in circles while listening to Suzanne's encouragements and repeating the lines she was told to repeat. Before long, her pride and arousal rose to such levels, she was truly "strutting."

Eventually, Suzanne said, "Now, don't stop, but realize that you're strutting! That's a damn sexy walk!"

"It is?" Even though she asked that uncertainly, she could feel the difference and she beamed with pride.

"Don't stop! Keep going! And think about licking his balls! Lick his balls in your mind! Feel his hands groping your ass!"

Susan's tongue shot out like a lizard's and she repeatedly licked her lips. "Oh God! Suzanne, what did you do to me? I really am doing it!"

"Sure you are. See? It's easy. I didn't even need to teach you the technical points. It's all about attitude."

Susan kept going for a couple more minutes until she was sure she got it. She practiced stopping and starting, and even strutted in front of a mirror. She finally came to a complete halt, and said, "I feel pretty good about this, but you've got me so psyched up. This kind of mood and feeling can't be easily duplicated. I can't just turn it off and on at a moment's notice like you do, though."

"You will, with more practice," Suzanne advised. "And I'll teach you some tricks and pointers to take your strutting to another level. Then there's sashaying."

"There's a difference?"

"Sure. With strutting, you're moving forward with a purpose. But with sashaying, you could walk so slow, you're practically going backwards. Strutting is all about attitude. Whereas sashaying is about showing off your ass and making your breasts sway from side to side."

Susan sat down. She was a bit tired from all the walking. "Wow. You're so knowledgeable. Where did you learn these things?"

Actually, Suzanne was mostly just bullshitting, making it up as she went along. Her main goal now was to indoctrinate Susan with certain thoughts that would further break down her old ways of thinking. What she had learned about sexy walking had come from instinct and trial and error. But she didn't want to admit any of that. She didn't know how to respond exactly, so she just smiled mysteriously, and said, "A lady's gotta keep some secrets." Then she quickly changed the subject. "But enough about that for now. What happened to testing to see who has the bigger rack?"

"Oh, right!" Susan stood back up, but it dawned on her that the test wouldn't be the same, since both she and Suzanne were sans bras. She was worried about skin-on-skin contact.

Suzanne simply stood close and put her hands on Susan's tits before Susan had a chance to object. She knew Susan was now really hot to trot, after getting her to say lines like "I'm my son's personal cocksucker" so many times. But to further ensure Susan wouldn't object, she acted shocked. She opened her eyes wide and gasped.

"What? Is something wrong?!"

"No, it's just your tits. I think they're actually a bit larger than they were before you started strutting!"

"No way! That can't be possible! ... Can it?!"

Suzanne started to "examine" Susan's perfect globes, caressing them from every angle. She was trying to act like a doctor trying to uncover a medical mystery, but at the same time stimulate and arouse with a gentle touch. "I don't know ... You wouldn't think so, would you? But I held them then, and I'm holding them now, and they're bigger, I say!"

"Maybe it's the bra," Susan suggested.

"Hmmm. Could be. Was that bra tight on you?"

"A little bit."

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"Hmmm." Suzanne was drawing things out so she could play with the boobs she'd secretly lusted after for years. Carried away by her own desire, she started to knead Susan's tit-flesh. At first, she'd deliberately ignored the nipples, but she was "accidentally" brushing over them more and more.

But then she realized from the look on Susan's face that she was going too far too fast, so she removed her hands completely. Acting like what was going on was no big deal, she said, "Well, we can come back to that question later. But we forgot all about measuring our sizes again! Why don't you do me, and then we can compare before it slips our minds again?"

"Good idea," Susan agreed. But having her melons fondled was one thing - she simply had to stand there. And because her entire breasts were extremely sensitive and easily aroused, she was riding a constant erotic high as long as Suzanne's fingers were exploring her tit-flesh. Now, to do the same to Suzanne somehow seemed a lot more daunting and scary. "Um ... Maybe we..."

Seeing Susan's hesitation, Suzanne simply took Susan's hands in her own and brought them to her chest. "There. That's not hard to do. Do my tits feel bigger or smaller since I've taken my bra off?"

"No, I don't think so. They just feel..." She blushed and didn't finish her sentence, because she was going to say "good."

Worried that Susan was about to pull her hands away, Suzanne let that slide and said, "Never mind about that then. The important thing is to memorize with your hands just how big they are, and then compare them with your own."

As Susan started to explore Suzanne's bosom a bit more with her fingers, she asked, "'Memorize with your hands?' How do I do that?"

Suzanne said, "Imagine you were blindfolded and someone asked you to compare the size of two different objects with your hands. What would you do? Whatever that is, do it now to me."

Susan wasn't quite sure what to do, but she figured the better her hands got to "know" Suzanne's tits, the better her size estimate would be. She ran her hands almost everywhere, although she tried to avoid the nipples.

However, she was extremely embarrassed by doing this, and her face could not have been any redder. She asked, "Would it be okay if I check you ... from behind?"

"Sure. Why not? But what's the difference?"

Susan moved around behind Suzanne and resumed fondling her boobs. "I don't know. It's just easier this way. I can't see your face and you can't see mine. Somehow that makes it like ... it's not happening."

Suzanne could understand that logic, but she also was surprised, because Susan's tits wound up pressing into her back. That was a lot more intimate contact than if they'd done it the other way, especially since Susan's erect nipples were poking into Suzanne's shoulder blades. But Suzanne understood Susan's ****, so to avoid spooking her said, "Ah. I like it better this way too."

The advantage to the change of positions was that Susan felt less inhibited this way, and she fondled Suzanne's tits more brazenly than before. She'd never felt another woman's naked boobs, and she couldn't help but be fascinated. It was exactly like she was having an out of body experience and fondling her own breasts in a new way, since Suzanne's were so similar in size and shape.

A minute or two passed, and Susan's fondling grew increasingly erotic and bold. "You know," Susan finally said, "this reminds me of Akami's breast checks."

Suzanne asked with false naïveté, "Oh, you know how to do those? I don't. Can you do a check for me?"

That seemed to scare Susan, as she recalled how she'd lost control in Akami's office during an attempted breast check. She dropped her hands, and said, "I think it's time to say goodnight. Thanks for the fun evening."

Suzanne was really bummed - she'd been having as much fun as she'd ever had with Alan. The fact that she was doing anything sexual at all with Susan had made her absolutely overjoyed. She'd gotten Susan all hot and bothered, and she'd been hoping they could go a lot further with each other.

But she realized that she'd pushed enough on that for now. Chill! I've really gotta chill. If I push too far, I'm gonna ruin everything! Two steps forward and one step back is my motto. And today we took some big steps forward. I have to be happy with that.

However, being less drunk and more alert, Suzanne had noticed that someone else had come home, because she'd heard the garage door opening and closing. She knew that Alan had borrowed the BMW, not Katherine, so she hoped and assumed it was him.

Suzanne said, "No, thank YOU for the fun evening. Wasn't it fun, though? I'm so happy to be the best of friends not only with the old Susan, but with the new Susan too. The new Susan is going to have a lot more fun than the other one ever did. But what outfit do you think our Sweetie liked best? We can't leave here until we decide that."

There were piles of clothes spread out all over the bed and every other available spot. Susan looked them all over. "I don't know. I mean, your clothes, obviously. Mine suck, to speak frankly. But there are so many to choose from."

Suzanne was surprised that Susan used the word "suck" in that context, since her vocabulary was so tame. She took advantage to joke, "You say 'suck' as if it's a bad thing. Whereas we both know it's a very, very good thing." She winked knowingly, then she ostentatiously licked her lips.

Susan caught on and smiled from ear to ear. "We do!" She ostentatiously licked her lips too. Mmmm! Tiger! If only you were here right now, I'd show you just how much I love helping you! God, I love helping you! Mmmm ... I love it when my mouth is crammed full of your HOT COCK, until I'm **** and gagging on it!

Suzanne smirked knowingly, guessing well what Susan was thinking. Then she suggested, "Well, why don't you pick the ten or so best outfits? All the extra two-inchers, the ones that'll make Tiger's cock as hard as a steel bar. I'll be back in a minute."

Suzanne felt obliged to put at least her bra back on if she was going down the hall, so she did so. After all, there was a slight chance Alan could have come home with friends, maybe even a girlfriend.

She made it to Alan's door and listened carefully to see if he was alone. She didn't hear anyone, so she knocked.

Alan opened the door for her, revealing that there was no one else there but him.

Suzanne scanned the room, then focused her sexy gaze on him. "Sweetie! You're home already. I'm so glad it's you. Are you here to stay, or are you going back out?"

He sheepishly explained, "I guess I'll be staying in. Sean and I had a plan to go to a party, but it didn't work out. His little sister was underfoot and being super annoying, so I decided to cut my losses and see what was happening back here." Even though he knew Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were going to be gone for much of the evening, he figured he had a chance for some sexual fun with at least one of them before the evening was over.

"Wise choice. Your mother and I need some help. Do you have a minute?" She started walking back towards Susan's room before she even finished talking. She knew Susan was really horny now, and she wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

"Sure. What is it?" He found himself hustling down the hall, trying to catch up to Suzanne. Needless to say, the fact that she was only wearing panties and a bra increased his interest quite a lot.

Just before she reached Susan's bedroom door, she said in a low voice, "You said you don't want plotting - that you like surprises. Well, consider this a surprise. I don't know what'll happen exactly, but your mother is in an ... interesting mood."

She winked at him and then opened the door.

Chapter 8

Susan was happily laying out clothes when she heard the door open and turned to show Suzanne something.

Then she saw Alan. She immediately dropped what she was holding and covered her bare chest with both arms. "Oh no! Tiger?! What are you doing home already?!"

He countered, "And what are you doing home? I thought you and Aunt Suzy had to go to one of Ron's things?"

Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about any of that. The important thing is that I've brought you two together."

Susan gasped with renewed alarm. "Suzanne! You didn't! Why'd you bring him in here?!"

"Susan, what's wrong?" Suzanne asked, trying to appear clueless. "Don't you want to see your loving son? I noticed he just got home, and I was thinking that if we're picking out what he thinks are the sexiest outfits, why don't we just cut to the chase and ask him?"

Susan, now blushing, protested, "But Suzanne! Don't you remember what happened earlier? I went to his room to ask him a simple question and somehow I found myself all naked and wet. Er, uh I mean naked. I just don't have the self-control!"

Alan said, "Sorry, Mom. It would have been fun to see you try on all those clothes, but I understand. Should I go?"

"Sorry, but I think that would be best," Susan said solemnly. She hoped he couldn't detect how aroused she was. Not that many minutes had passed since she'd been strutting in circles while saying things like "I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut," and seeing him so soon after that was like pouring gasoline on a fire.

But Suzanne interjected, "What?! You've got to be kidding me. Sweetie, you're not going anywhere. Susan, what's this about not having control? If you have a demon, you can't run from it; you need to face it head on. Now, lower your arms, like a good big-titted mommy should."

Susan was so very horny that she didn't object to Suzanne's language or the command that had been given. She brought her arms down and sat forlornly at the edge of her bed. She stared at the floor. "Well, the thing is, I'm going through a difficult phase. Tiger, you know I enjoyed helping you with your medical treatments. I'll be willing to help again, especially since I'm the only one who can do the abnormality checks, but right now I'm just loving your erection a little bit too much! A lot a bit too much, actually; I'm so obsessed with it that it actually frightens me." Again, she thought with alarm about the things she'd been saying and doing in the last hour.

"Uh-oh," Suzanne said. She sat next to Susan and motioned for Alan to take a nearby seat. "Susan, we can't have you be frightened of it; that's not good at all. I'm gonna need your help with all that sucking and stroking, and soon. You can't flake out on me like this."

Susan looked anguished. "I'm sorry, Suzanne, but it's true! Look what happened to me this afternoon. Every time I see it I somehow end up with at least my boobs hanging out, if not all breathless and naked!"

Suzanne asked with deliberate cluelessness, "'It?'"

Susan shyly nodded in the direction of her son's crotch. "You know. It. His..."

Suzanne finished for her, "His big, thick cock."

Susan nodded, and unthinkingly licked her lips. "Yes. Despite all that Ron did to me, I can't cheat on him when he's here. If nothing else, it's a matter of self-respect. I can't respect myself if I do that."

Suzanne thought for a bit, then said, "I have an idea. Susan, you remember your intro Psych class in college?"

"Yeah?" Susan had gone to a community college briefly, but then she'd dropped out when she and Ron adopted Alan.

"Do you remember all the stuff about behavioral conditioning? Pavlov's dog and all that?"

"Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, recall how they teach people to get over phobias these days. They mucked about in the dark for a long time, but in recent decades they have a method that's nearly guaranteed to work. If a person is scared of, say, snakes, the only way to get them over that fear is by putting them in close proximity with snakes. Oh, they don't dump them in a room full of snakes or something like that; that would be counterproductive. No, they put them in the same room as the snake, but the snake is in a cage and on the opposite side of the room. Then, slowly but surely they bring the snake closer and closer. After a long time, eventually the person can be right next to the caged snake and feel only the usual amount of fear. The phobia is over. The key is familiarity: the more familiar you are with something, the less scary it is."

"I don't like where you're going with this," a worried Susan said.

"I know. You're way ahead of me. But really, it's the only way. You just need to be around Sweetie's big, fat erection a lot, and then you won't get all panicky about it. Just think how you lost your cool this afternoon. Do you think that would happen to you if you'd already seen his erection a thousand times before?"

"No, probably not," Susan admitted.

"You see? You know, they say that when a person goes to a nude beach for the first time, seeing all that nudity is quite shocking. But before long, it becomes old hat."

"Yes, I've heard something to that effect," Susan conceded.

"That's the same principle at work," Suzanne proudly pointed out. "And we can kill two birds with one stone. You can try on your sexiest outfits, and we can see EXACTLY how his penis reacts to it. If there really are any 'extra two-incher' outfits, we'll actually be able to find out. What do you say?"

Susan knew the idea wasn't prudent, but she just couldn't resist. "Well ... On one condition. These things have a way of getting out of control lately. I'll do it as long as both of you promise that I won't actually end up touching Alan's member. I have a nightmarish vision of losing control again and ... Well, it's not good!"

Susan had considered saying: I have a nightmarish vision of losing control again and having Ron come to his bed to go to sleep, only to find me on my knees with his son's dick down his wife's throat. Not good! But she refrained from saying that since it just seemed too weird a thing to say, especially with Alan right there listening.

Suzanne looked at Alan. "We can promise that, can't we?"

"Sure, Mom. Whatever you say. You set the boundaries."

Suzanne clapped her hands, signaling the end of this line of conversation. "Good! Susan, you pick out a dress and put it on, and Sweetie, you flop out your big ol' pussy splitter and wave it around."

Susan complained, "Suzanne! Do you have to be so vulgar?"

Suzanne replied with a straight face. "I'm sorry. Vagina penetrator. Sweetie, please expose your vagina penetrator. Is that better?"

Susan just sighed. "Not by much." Picking out her second favorite outfit, she asked, "Can I change in the bathroom?"

Suzanne replied, "Susan, another phobia of yours we need to get over is this fear of nudity. So I vote no."

"Well I vote yes," Susan said with surprising defiance.

"What do you think?" Suzanne asked Alan.

Alan just wanted to see more nudity, so he answered while trying to look thoughtful about it, "Mom, I think Aunt Suzy's got a good point. Let's try to get over this phobia of yours."

Susan tried one last feeble defense; she asked Suzanne, "What about the party? Don't we need to go to that already?"

Alan followed up with, "Yeah, what about that party? Is that why you're trying on all these clothes? I thought you would have left already."

Suzanne replied, "As Susan knows darn well, we don't have to be at that party for another hour or two. As long as she makes a brief 'arm candy' appearance for Ron, it'll be fine. And Sweetie, we're trying on clothes much more for you than for the party. We'll be wearing sexy things for YOUR eyes only." She stared pointedly at Susan as she added, "So there's no reason for any further delay, is there?"

Susan let out a big sigh. "Very well. Somehow I knew this would happen."

Suzanne smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. She patted the spot next to her. "Here, Sweetie. Sit down and enjoy the show."

Alan happily did as instructed.

Susan started trying on different outfits in front of Alan.

Suzanne just watched with Alan. There was no need for her to try on different things to increase her sexiness because she was already maxing out on whatever sexiness scale one might choose as a measure. Besides, her goal was to break down Susan's resistance, not to put the spotlight on herself. She put an arm around Alan and occasionally whispered sexy comments in his ear but otherwise behaved herself with him, despite the raging boner tenting his shorts. She didn't want to push Susan too far too fast.

Susan was still quite tipsy and aroused, so it didn't take her long to get in the spirit of things. Within minutes, she was practically dancing around as she went from outfit to outfit like a kid who had the complete run of a toy store. Half the time she was naked, and she spent as much of the rest of the time modeling various underwear combos as she did modeling actual clothes.

Alan honestly loved everything she picked out, and he showered her with compliments.

That was the biggest aphrodisiac of all for Susan, and it inspired her to get more daring in what she wore and how she moved about the room. She was already putting her strutting lessons to good use.

Suzanne also showered Susan with praise. At one point, while Susan was wearing nothing but nearly transparent underwear, she said to Alan, "Look. Tear your eyes away from your mother's huge bouncing boobs for a minute and just focus on her tummy. See how firm and fit she is. You see that groove rising up from her belly button? Not all women have that. That's a sign of really being in shape. She has a very strenuous exercise regimen, you know."

Susan was basking in the praise, so she raised her arms above her head to better show off her voluptuous, fit body. But since she wasn't used to compliments like these she tried to deflect them. "That's only because Suzanne insisted. For years, she's helped me eat right and stay fit."

"And it shows! Doesn't it, Sweetie? Susan, turn around and bend over. Show your Tiger just how fit your legs are too."

"Oh, I can't," Susan complained, even as she turned around and struck another sexy pose that showed off her long and silky legs to great effect.

"Look at those thighs!" Suzanne enthused to Alan. "I wish I had thighs like that. Don't you just want to run your big cock up and down those muscular thighs, leaving a trail of slimy cum wherever it goes?"

"Suzanne!" Susan griped. "That's so improper!"

"Sorry. I should have said 'penis.' I keep forgetting." Suzanne couldn't help but grin, as she was being deliberately obtuse about what Susan was complaining about. "Anyway, kid, I know your mom has a huge rack, and a face that belongs on the cover of magazines. But don't forget to appreciate the rest of her. Every inch of her is extremely fit and sexy. Susan, reach up to touch the sky."

Susan did just that, stretching her arms as high as they could go.

"Wow!" Alan said, with genuine awe.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Yep, I think he loves those undies you have on. Or, it could just be that he loves your body. That's the problem. Wait, I know. I'm holding his cock right now. Er, I mean, penis."

Susan shot her an annoyed look. Then she slowly turned and redirected her gaze to Alan's crotch. She was afraid to look there, but she couldn't resist. Sure enough, Suzanne's hand was inside Alan's shorts, obviously wrapped around Alan's turgid shaft.

"Don't worry, I'm just holding it. It's the best way to measure his arousal."

Susan griped, "Do you have to hold him INSIDE his shorts?"

"Of course! How could I get an accurate reading through all that fabric?" Suzanne seemed to have a change of heart. "But you're right; it is rather awkward and uncomfortable." Using her other hand, she unzipped the fly to Alan's shorts and then pulled them well down his thighs. "There. Is that better?"

Susan sighed in defeat. "That's not what I meant!" She stared with undisguised lust at Suzanne's fingers tightly gripping Alan's fully-exposed pole. "That's a terribly improper sight!"

"Here, is this better?" Suzanne brought her other hand over to cup Alan's balls.

"Not at all!"

Alan was loving life, but he was careful not to ruin things by saying anything.

Suzanne chided Susan, "Then I suggest you avert your eyes. Anyway, take off your undies and then reach for the sky again. I'll check to see if his penis throbs more with or without the undies."

Susan considered that, but finally shook her head 'No.' "Sorry, I just can't. That's too outrageous!"

Suzanne let go of Alan's boner, stood up, and whispered in Susan's ear. "If you love your son, and I know you do, you have to get over these silly phobias! We need your help with just some innocent visual stimulation, and this is a perfect opportunity. Remember the things I told you to say when you were strutting around?"

Susan nodded.

"They'll work for you now. Repeat them to yourself in your mind. Confidence! You've got your high heels on, so wow him!"

"I don't like this," Susan grumbled, even though she was secretly loving every second. She stripped down to just her high heels, and then struck an extra sexy pose. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, knowing her son was examining every inch of her and loving what he saw.

Her heart thumped like a bass drum when she saw Suzanne sit back down and resume holding Alan's cock and balls. Darn it! She's so lucky! I'll bet her hand is burning up from the sheer heat of it! Throbbing and pulsing with youthful life and vitality!

But then she became aware of the fact that Alan was gawking lustily at her naked body. She remembered her "duty" to pose for him. As he continued to gawk, she kept repeating in her mind, 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! She was surprised to find that it actually helped a lot.

She began repeating the phrases over and over, like a personal mantra. Her confidence soared, and that increased the sexiness of her pose in subtle but significant ways.

Seeing that things were progressing swimmingly, within minutes Suzanne started stroking Alan's erection.

Susan immediately noticed and gave the inevitable protest, "Hey! You can't do that!"

Suzanne calmly replied, "Actually, I can. As long as I'm testing his reaction, I might as well help him with his problem, don't you think? Isn't that the most important thing?"

"Yes, but ... take him back to his room for that. I can't bear to watch!"

Suzanne responded, "No, this is better. It's like fondling two balls with one hand, ha ha." She playfully lifted each of his balls in turn after saying that. "Seriously though, it is like killing two birds with one stone. You can help him with visual stimulation, and he can help you with your conditioning to get rid of your penis phobia."

Alan was trying to stay mum and just luxuriate in the erotic joy, but he couldn't help but ask about the "penis phobia" comment. "What does that mean?"

Susan muttered, "Never you mind."

Chapter 9

Time passed and things continued as before, except now it was Suzanne playing with Alan's cock and balls. She kept her clothes on to keep Alan's mental focus mostly on his mother. She knew he was very highly aroused from the situation, so she was careful to take it slow and easy on his penis. Instead of focusing on stimulating his highly sensitive sweet spot as usual, her emphasis was more on doing what was highly visible from where Susan stood.

Much more time passed. Susan occasionally sipped her wine, and while she didn't drink that much, her **** tolerance was so low that just a little wine had a big effect. Her tipsy condition lowered her inhibitions to the point where she was too horny to put up any kind of effective resistance.

Suzanne took full advantage of that to advance her agenda. After a while, she took all her clothes off, mostly because it was more comfortable that way. She gradually transitioned from stroking Alan's erection, to blowing air on it, to licking it, to bobbing up and down on it with her talented lips. She was lying on Susan's bed while Alan continued to sit so she could come at his crotch from the side, over one of his thighs. She was still mindful of putting on the best possible show from Susan's angle of view.

By this time, Susan was flying so high from lust and **** that she almost forgot to protest. She was less "trying on clothes" and more performing a near-continual striptease for her son. The only reason she put any clothes back on was so she'd have something to take off a minute later. She loved it. But when Suzanne started bobbing on Alan's cockhead, she felt obliged to say, "Suzanne, please! You go too far!"

Suzanne mumbled as she bobbed and sucked, "Nah aaah daaaahnnn."

Susan happened to be buck naked, except for her now-usual high heels. She had been caressing her big tits while staring lovingly into her son's eyes, with an occasional glance at Suzanne's crotch work. But she broke her gaze and asked with irritation, "What did you say?"

Suzanne repeated, "Nah aaah daaaahnnn."

"What?!"

Suzanne mumbled even less clearly, "Caaa oooo uuuuhthaaah eeee?"

"What?! Suzanne, I can't understand you!" She sighed in defeat. "Darn it! I can't hear a word you're saying because your mouth is crammed full of HOT, THICK COCK MEAT! I know it's wrong, and I shouldn't watch, but it's just TOO HOT! And I'll bet you love it so much that you won't pull off for even a second to speak clearly."

Suzanne confirmed that with a triumphant, "Unh-uh!"

Susan went back to caressing her huge globes. "Gaawwwd! That's SO HOT!" Dear Lord, how I wish I was her right now! Shouldn't that be MY job? After all, I AM my son's personal cocksucker. I DO live to suck his fat cock! I AM proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut! Those words shame me, but at the same time they fill me with pride! And joy!

But still, I must remember my vow. I have to keep it cool until Ron leaves. Besides, Tiger has more than one personal cocksucker now, even if we're not all officially called that yet. Sometimes, Suzanne is going to be the lucky one and I'll only be able to watch. Oh! And help with the visual stimulation! I've been forgetting. I have to do my part to keep his cock throbbing with pleasure!

She resumed her sexy posing. By that point she wasn't even bothering with clothes anymore. Truth be told, she wasn't even posing that much. Mostly she just stood in front of Alan, staring with wanton desire at Suzanne's sliding lips as she masturbated. For a long time, she had resisted touching her slit or clit, but even that restraint was falling away as she fell into a deep sexual fog.

She didn't speak much, for fear of revealing too many of her "naughty" desires. Instead she frequently tried to convey her loving feelings towards her son with her "come hither" eyes. Of course, that was mostly naughty desire too, but she didn't feel nearly as guilty about it when it wasn't verbalized. Not talking allowed her to fantasize to her heart's content, but she had only one fantasy: that she was in Suzanne's place, feeling everything Suzanne was feeling. More often than not she kept her mouth craned wide open as she unthinkingly mimicked Suzanne's oral work.

It looked like Suzanne was sucking up a storm, but her focus was still more on the visual effect, for Susan's sake. She did constantly slide her lips up and down Alan's thick shaft, because that was something that Susan could easily see. But she didn't use much suction, and her tongue hardly did anything at all. She restrained herself because she didn't want Alan to cum too soon.

Luckily, Alan was in a groove. He was right on the edge of orgasm, but he was squeezing his PC muscle at a good rhythm. At times, he had to close his eyes because it all got to be too much, but usually he was able to enjoy the mouth-watering sight of his buck-naked mother masturbating while mimicking Suzanne's sucking with the motions of her mouth.

Even so, Suzanne sensed that he was liable to spontaneously lose control before long, so she stopped to give him a brief break. She pulled her lips off his pole, but continued to hold it and lightly fondle it and his balls, mostly to help keep Susan's attention there.

She briefly withdrew a hand from his crotch to ostentatiously wipe her chin clean. "Aaaaaah! Talk about a fun way to spend the evening. Phew! Thanks, Sweetie."

"Um, you're welcome." He couldn't possibly understand why she was thanking him, but he was so winded and out of it that he didn't stop to ask.

The three of them just recovered their breath for a minute or so.

Suzanne didn't want the action to pause for very long, because she had decided the time was ripe to up the ante. As she continued to lazily play with Alan's cock and balls, she said, "Susan, I think you're progressing wonderfully. We may even be able to cure your penis phobia tonight. I want you to drop to your knees and crawl here just as if you were going to suck your son's cock."

"What?!"

"Trust me; this is all part of the treatment."

Susan was so horny that she was looking for any excuse to do it. "Well, if you think it's so important. But I'm not going to put it in my mouth, right? You promised."

"No. Of course not. The idea is to get over your fear through close proximity. Just like the snake example. Come get close to the snake."

Susan obligingly got down on her knees. She came to within about a foot of the tip of his tool and stopped.

Suzanne resumed licking Alan's shaft. She wished she could have given him more of a break, but she wanted to strike while Susan was still hot. She continued to do so from the side so Susan could get a completely unimpaired view of it from what was now only a few inches from her face.

Susan seriously considered this a test of her willpower, and she tried her best to be strong. The smell of cum was overwhelming, and the slippery sound of Suzanne's hand jacking near the base seemed louder than a freight train in the otherwise completely quiet room. Susan could even hear the sound of Suzanne's long tongue gently licking its way back and forth.

Oh God! It's all so ... tempting! How can I hold out?! I neeeeeed that cock in my mouth! Son! Son! Let Mommy at least blow some air on you. With her heavy panting, she already was doing so, but then she began doing it with more deliberate intention. UNGH! That's not enough! I need to feel my lips wrapped around it! I need my tongue dancing all over it! HNNG! What ****!

Susan truly felt like her body was going to burst into flames. She pulled back, because she couldn't stand the heat, just like she was too close to an open furnace. She sheepishly asked Suzanne, "Um, is that long enough?"

Suzanne reluctantly replied, "I suppose. For your first try."

"Oh my!" said a wide-eyed Susan, sitting up on her knees. "That's close! What a big and scary snake, too. Is it going to bite me?"

Suzanne liked the snake metaphor and ran with it. "No, but you've heard of spitting cobras?" She lavishly licked all around Alan's cockhead, and then added, "This one might just spit on you. Though it's not really spitting; it's more like turning on a faucet full blast."

"I know, I know! Don't remind me. I saw him blast your face this afternoon. God, that was a lot of spermy goodness!"

Suzanne replied, "If you think that was good, just imagine how good I feel right now!" "Look at my Sweetie. Look at him! Look how happy his face is. Look how long and hard his cock is." "Is that not a cock worthy of serving?" "Don't you wish you were me?"

Susan cried out in desperation, "You know I do!"

Suzanne kept on, "Don't you wish that could be your hand, sloshing all over his pre-cum?"

Susan screamed, "YES! So help me God, but YES!"

The buxom mother couldn't help herself: if she couldn't reach forward to join in the licking, then at least she had to frig her cunt. She began blatantly pounding two fingers in and out of her wet slit. Even though she'd been doing some of that earlier, she'd been in such an erotic fog that she wasn't really aware of it. But now she was fully aware, and ashamed. Dear Lord, please forgive me! I can't believe I'm abusing myself, and in front of Tiger and Suzanne no less, but if I don't get some relief soon I'm gonna burn up! Too HOT! Good God, I need that cock! I'm my son's personal cocksucker, and I live to suck that cock!

Suzanne continued to taunt her. "And look at this endurance, this crazy endurance of his! If you want a load..." "you really have to work for it." "This is a superior cock on a superior man, isn't it? This is the kind of cock that harems are built around."

While Suzanne continued to slurp and lick and stroke, Susan gasped out, "Oh yes! Yes! So big! So good!" Being so close to the tip but not being able to put her lips on it was ****, made just barely bearable because she was able to jill herself. Her fingers were a blur.

"You want to lick it with me, don't you? It needs two tongues!"

"Please! Please! Can I?" Susan scooted closer, looking for a way to join in.

Suddenly, Suzanne stopped all her pleasuring motions and stood up. She pulled a very confused Alan up with her.

That put Alan's erection further from Susan, so she instinctively reached out for it.

But Suzanne blocked her hand before she could reach it. "Whoop! What are you doing? No touching, remember?"

Susan was miffed. "Hey. I made the no-touching rule and I can break it. I officially say touching it is okay! Especially my mouth on my son's cock! I vote a big 'YES' to that kind of touching!" She eagerly licked her lips, and bent her head down.

But Suzanne was being surprisingly tough. "Nope. Sorry. This concludes our first lesson in getting over your penis phobia. Do you feel better? Are you still afraid?"

"Afraid? Are you kidding me? I want to love it and lick it and please it forever and ever! Why won't you let me?!"

"Sorry. You're the one who instituted the 'no touching' rule. Remember Ron? What about Ron?"

Susan's ardor cooled a bit upon hearing her husband's name, but only just a bit. "Oh, poo! Ron. Stupid Ron. Cheating Ron! Like I care a rat's ass about Ron! I don't care if this IS his bedroom; I wanna get slutty with my son's cock, right here, right now! It'll serve my weasel of a husband right if I play with the snake!"

"No, sorry. I can't let you break the rules."

Alan looked at Suzanne incredulously. He said urgently, "Um, this is Mom's house and she does set the rules. If she wants to change the rules, what can we do about it?" He was definitely thinking with his dick. "I especially like the idea about both of you licking together. Can we try that?"

But Suzanne had a plan. She knew she could increase Susan's desire more by letting her almost get what she wanted but not quite reach it than by giving it to her right away. So she said, "I'm sorry, but a promise is a promise. I made a promise earlier tonight and I'm gonna keep to it."

Both Alan and Susan let out a simultaneous disappointed "Awww..." They were both coming down from being exceedingly close to orgasm. Almost anything could have triggered Alan off at this point, but Suzanne was just standing next to him, deliberately avoiding any contact with his erection and making sure no one else touched it either.

In fact, Suzanne was the key to Alan's growing endurance reputation. She knew when he was right on the verge, and thus when to pull back at just the right moment, and this was one of those times. It often seemed like he could remain erect forever, but that was just an illusion because of her expertly timed breaks. She hoped that in time he would learn her methods and discover when to take the breaks himself. However, knowing when to take a break wasn't as hard as having the willpower to actually do so.