Dazed and Confused: Part 3

Chapter 8

Unfortunately, while Alan was now ready for more sexiness, Susan still was not, and that cast a pall over the entire house.

The sober mood was reflected in what happened when Amy came over that afternoon, not long after Alan woke up from his nap. Suzanne was consoling Susan in the kitchen while Katherine and Alan were reading in the living room when Amy burst in through the front door. She was her usual cheery self. "Hi guys!" she said to the Plummer children as she skipped into the room.

Her cheeriness died as she looked at the others, though a smile lingered on her face (since her normal expression was a smile). Alan and Katherine looked up at her mournfully, while Susan and Suzanne walked out of the kitchen towards her in the living room and looked at her angrily.

"Gosh, did I miss something?" Amy asked cluelessly. "Did somebody die?"

Suzanne glared at her and said acidly, "The only thing that's died is your sense of decency. What are you doing wearing that?"

Amy liked to wear shorts and a T-shirt around her house (or the Plummer house) almost every day, and that's more or less what she had on. Except her cut-off jeans shorts were so skimpy that they exposed a good deal of ass crack in the rear. Plus her shirt was skin-tight and had a large diamond-shaped hole in it to expose her plentiful cleavage. This kind of outfit was new for her. She hadn't yet heard of Susan's change of heart.

She stammered, "But I thought we had the 'no undies' thingy..."

Suzanne was pretending to go along with Susan's puritan mood so Susan would listen to her more. But it wasn't a stretch for her to criticize Amy's clothes, since she was overly protective of Amy to begin with. She barked, "Not anymore. We'll explain later. Go home and change out of those clothes this instant!"

Amy bowed her head down sadly. "Yes, Mom."

Unfortunately, the more Alan hung around the house and saw his mother's surly mood and Suzanne pretending to go along with it, the more depressed and hard to arouse he became. The incident with Amy only made things worse. Before long, he wondered how he'd managed to masturbate twice during his nap time, and he even felt guilty about that.

Alan was in a state of contemplation and remorse for the rest of the day. He considered himself a good, moral kid, and over the years he had justified his taboo fantasies with the reasoning that they were just fantasies. In his current state of mind he couldn't actually imagine having sex with either his mother or sister, and he could hardly believe his moment of weakness the day before when he'd been intent on having sex with his mother. That was the one thing he now felt especially guilty about. He also was very worried about his father coming back home. He couldn't get sexually aroused because he was letting things like the fear of getting caught overwhelm him.

Katherine had a completely different mindset. She had just started to get into acting out her long-held and deeply-forbidden fantasies about her brother, and she didn't take well to the new mood sweeping the house. She decided it would be her goal to at least get Alan out of his funk and again focused on sex.

After dinner Wednesday night, Katherine and Alan continued to sit and talk to each other long after Susan had left the dining room and kitchen area.

Katherine thought this was a perfect opportunity to tease and arouse him, and she began doing so. She exposed her chest to him again under the thin excuse of asking his opinion about her breasts (again). Even though he didn't seem as interested as she'd hoped, she persisted in tempting him.

But then a few minutes later, Susan returned and caught her red-handed.

Susan walked right behind Katherine and commented sarcastically and crossly, "Angel, you're shirt has come undone just a bit."

In fact, Katherine had had to burrow down through her conservative, highly restrictive clothes (worn to appease Susan) to expose herself. First she'd had to pull her sweater up, and then she'd had to unbutton her blouse beneath it. Finally she was able to expose her breasts and was playing with them when Susan walked in. So there was no way her shirt could have come undone by accident, even though she still wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Just a bit?" Katherine said hopefully, praying she wouldn't be punished.

"More than a bit, Angel. I can't believe this! Don't play stupid with me. I know you'll say you're just trying to help stimulate him, but those antics belong in the past. He'll have to get by without our assistance from now on. What if your father were home, for goodness sake? It's my fault for setting a bad example, so I'm not going to get as angry as I should. And please, already, I'd appreciate it if you'd wear a bra."

Luckily Susan didn't think to check what might be exposed under the table - she hadn't figured her daughter would go so far as to expose herself there as well. But actually Katherine hadn't worn any panties either, and she'd taken full advantage of that fact.

Alan had caught on, and had pretended to drop things and look under the table at his sister's hairy pussy all throughout dinner - he wasn't so distraught and guilty that he would object to peeking at a pussy.

But after Katherine had been chastised, what fun and games there were came to an end. She decided to maintain a lower profile, at least for the time being.

That night, after going to bed, Alan again tried to masturbate, attempting to get closer to his required daily average. With the lights off and his eyes closed, he tried to return to his fantasy of getting blown by Susan and Suzanne at the same time, since that had been so effective earlier. But it didn't work as "super Viagra" this time, because he couldn't even get his penis erect.

It probably would have worked if he could have concentrated fully on the fantasy, but he couldn't put his worries aside. In particular, he kept thinking about how his father's return home might change things. He had a deep fear that Susan would use her recent sexual awakening to try her new sexual skills and enthusiasm on Ron.

Shit! If Mom gives him a blowjob even half as good as the ones she gave me recently, he'll never want to go back to Asia. Heck, he'll never leave the bedroom! Mom is probably gonna channel all her guilt into being a super wife and super lover, and it'll be like they're on a second Honeymoon! Then Mom'll come to me all serious and sad and tell me that she's making a major attempt to fix her marriage and she can't do anything naughty with me anymore.

Shit! I could totally see that happening! And even if I could still carry on with Aunt Suzy, I'll still be crushed that I completely blew my chance with Mom, who's only like the fucking hottest, sexiest woman on the planet! Dammit, why does he have to come back NOW?! Why not in a month or two, at least? By then, Mom's new behavior would be locked in and there would be no going back. This is the worst possible timing!

I really need to speak to Aunt Suzy about this. She can fix anything with her schemes. Maybe she can find some way to delay his flight or something. Anything, just to make him stay away!

Chapter 9 (Thursday, Oct. 17)

The next day at school, Alan found that not only was he not distracted by sex as usual, he was able to throw himself into schoolwork with abandon. And that, at least, was a good thing, because his grades had been seriously sliding recently, with college applications and big tests coming up for him later in the semester.

His favorite teacher, Gloria Rhymer, pronounced herself pleased at his new demeanor, but secretly she was disappointed. Has he overcome his horniness? If so, there goes my chance to "help him out." Well, maybe it's for the best. I knew the excuse to help him sexually with a medical problem had to be too good to be true. Besides, that was just a fun fantasy of mine.

But then things changed a bit for the better for Alan after he came home from school.

Suzanne had a chance to be alone with him outside by the pool, and said, "You went a little overboard with your mother the day before yesterday, Sweetie. But, on the other hand, she went overboard yesterday in the puritan direction too. We have to strive for some balance. Are you feeling up for a little penis polishing with my tongue?"

Alan thought about what she'd said while giving her a good looking over. She was wearing a sexy red bikini, while he was still in the T-shirt and shorts he'd worn at school. She looked fantastic, like some kind of Playboy centerfold posing just for him. As if that wasn't tempting enough, she pulled her bikini top away from her body in a very enticing way.

Furthermore, he knew that Susan was out shopping (probably to avoid him, he figured), and even Katherine wasn't home. So this was a golden opportunity. But he didn't feel any stirring in his loins.

So he said, "I dunno. It sounds good ... But I'm still bummed. I almost feel like I have to **** myself, to keep up my daily average. Which I totally screwed up yesterday, by the way. I only came four times!"

Suzanne snickered.

"What?"

"Sorry, it's just that you act like that's nothing, but I'll bet there are a lot of kids your age who didn't even do that much."

"I know, but they're not literally required to cum six times a day, every single day! There are times like this when it takes all the fun out of it."

Suzanne felt guilty upon hearing that because she was the one who had chosen such an outlandishly high daily target. She thought, Why did I do that, anyway? Six is way too much. My logic was that if it was a crazy number like that, it would be easier to get Susan and Angel involved in helping him, since it would be such a '****' situation. But I think I was also just getting greedy, imagining him fucking me that many times a day like some kind of endlessly capable stud. Men aren't like women; they just can't cum that much in one day. Frankly, I'm amazed and very impressed that he's done as well as he has.

And now he says that his high daily target is taking the fun out of sex. That's no good. I've gotta do something about that!

They were both sitting at a table in the shade, with Suzanne on one side of the table and Alan on the other. But Suzanne suddenly picked up her chair and moved it until she was sitting right next to him. Then she reached into his shorts, fished around for his penis and began stroking it. True, it was flaccid, but she figured it wouldn't stay that way for long.

He complained, "Aunt Suzy, you can't just DO that!" Normally he would have loved it, but he was still in a funk. He also worried that his mother would see them and react badly.

She snickered, "Actually, it turns out I can just DOOO that. I did just do that. In fact, I'm still doing it, aren't I?"

He looked around with worry. "But what about Mom?"

"You know as well as I do that she left to do some shopping just before you got home. And she's been so, well, let's just say preoccupied lately, that she hasn't been shopping for a while, and the kitchen cupboards are practically bare. I assure you, she'll be gone a good, long while."

Even as she talked, she managed to pull his shorts and underwear down, so his bare ass was on the seat and all of his privates were hanging out. That enabled her to rub and stroke his boner more easily, and with two hands instead of one.

He hadn't resisted that one iota, and even lifted his ass up when she wanted him to. But still, he complained, "Maybe so. But what if she finds out somehow anyway? Won't she have a fit?"

"She might," Suzanne conceded, untying her bikini top and letting it fall. "But she'd have a fit as much from jealousy as from moral outrage. She's given me the green light to help you, in theory, but in practice I think it would be very tough for her to see it or hear about it, given her current state of mind. She longs for your cock so much that she'd probably break down and cry from sheer frustration."

Still attempting not to get aroused, he tried to avoid looking at the way Suzanne's fully exposed tits were jiggling around. It didn't help that she leaned forward to better get at his boner, causing her firm globes to swing forward practically against his shirt.

He gulped. His penis was slowly engorging.

Yet he persisted, "Well, I wouldn't want to lie to her about it if she were to ask how I did and what I did to reach my daily target. Do you want me to tell her that you jacked me off by the pool while she was shopping?"

Suzanne was all grins. "No, I want you to tell her that I sucked your cock by the pool while she was shopping." She didn't actually bend over to suck him, but she ostentatiously and hungrily licked her lips.

He gulped again.

But he plowed on, "And I do have my own issues. Like this whole adultery thing she's been talking about. I know this is a real personal question, Aunt Suzy, but don't you feel guilty about cheating on your husband?"

That was such a serious and daunting topic that she actually let go of his penis to answer, even though she'd just managed to get it hard. "No. There's a history between us that you don't know about - some things I've never told anybody, not even Susan, and I never plan on telling. As far as I'm concerned, Eric and I are roommates living in the same house. We keep up appearances so Amy and Brad can have a welcoming house to come home to, but that's it. I have a high sex drive, so why should I go completely without for years on end just because my husband is a total ass?"

"Wow! I never knew. I mean, I knew things were bad, but I didn't think you were that angry at him."

Suzanne nodded sadly.

"Do you two ever even kiss? I've never known what goes on behind closed doors."

She shook her head. "NOTHING goes on behind our closed doors, not for years and years." She took his dick back in her hand. "As far as between you and me, I say that anything that happens between two adults is fine, as long as both are okay with it and the actions don't hurt anyone else. And you're definitely an adult in my book, as well as legally. As long as Susan, Ron, or the others don't catch us, why can't you and I have a little fun, since you have to reach your daily target anyway?"

With that thought, she went back to jacking him off. His penis was only half hard, so she had to revive it.

He asked, "You mean, anything is okay so long as you don't get caught?"

"I didn't say that! But just as it is sometimes okay to lie - you know, white lies - sometimes even quote illegal or immoral unquote activities can be okay, and even commendable. Like revolutionaries toppling a corrupt government. It all depends on context. And in this context, your Aunt Suzy says that helping you with your problem is very okay."

Since she was still having a difficult time getting him completely erect again, much less fully engaged mentally, she took his hands and brought them to her bare breasts.

But even that didn't seem to have much of an effect, as he continued to stare off into space.

So she asked, "Sweetie, what's wrong? You're not that worried about getting caught, are you? Don't tell me that playing with your old auntie has gotten boring already."

That stirred him from his daze. "What? No! No way! Never! Never, ever, ever. It's just that ... Well, I'm really worried about Ron coming back. I mean, that's gonna ruin everything. Is there any way you can, like, delay him or something?"

"No, I don't think so."

He insisted, "But you can do anything with your schemes! I mean, seriously. You're awesome!"

She smiled, but wanly. "Maybe so, right around here, but my 'powers' don't exactly extend all the way to Asia."

"Oh, come on. You always find a way."

She pondered that (even as she kept stroking his increasingly stiff cock), and then conceded, "Okay, true. If I thought it was a total disaster, I probably would come up with some kind of scheme to keep him away, like telling him that we all have a terrible infectious disease or something. But that would carry a lot of risk, especially since Susan wouldn't be in on it. But I'm not gonna do that, because I don't think I need to do that. Your mom is on an inexorable path now. It can't be stopped. She loves you too much. Now that the physical barrier has been crossed, it's only natural that she loves you physically too. And the same goes for you and your love for her."

He sighed. "I wish it was that easy. But there are all kinds of problems. My father, and the fact that they're married, for starters." He spoke with renewed urgency. "Aunt Suzy, if you can't stop him from coming home, can you at least stop him and her from getting intimate very much?"

She just smiled, and kept on playing with his erection. "Don't worry; that's not gonna happen. I would cook up a scheme if that were a problem, but it's not. In fact, I can pretty much 100 percent guarantee that won't happen."

"Really?! Wow! Why? How? What do you know? Or is it something that you're gonna do, or something that's gonna happen?"

She raised a hand to still his rash of questions. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you why I know that, at least not yet. But I can give you a clue. It's something about him."

Alan was very puzzled by that. "What? I'm stumped. Is he too obsessed with his job or something? Why the hell does he spend nearly all his time overseas, anyway? If I had a wife like Mom, I'd never leave town, ever. Hell, I'd never leave the house! And I really mean that!"

Suzanne chuckled. "I'm sure you do." However, she worried that he was getting too close to the subject of her suspicions about Ron, so she needed to distract him. She abruptly pulled his chair away from the table, even while he remained sitting in it. Then she dropped to her knees between his legs.

"Oh man!" He closed his eyes and grasped the top of her head with both hands as she engulfed his cockhead. The resulting surge of pleasure was so intense and so great that his entire body tingled, and his toes actually curled.

He felt a tremendous sense of relief, and exhaled heavily. All of his tension and worries seemed to disappear as his body was flooded with sheer pleasure, thanks to what she was doing to his erection with her lips and tongue.

As she sucked, he spoke his thoughts out loud. "Aunt Suzy, you're just too good to me! This is too much. I'm gonna die of joy! What did I ever do to deserve this?"

The fact that he didn't think himself worthy annoyed her, so she briefly pulled off to explain. "Sweetie, don't ever say that."

"But you're, like, this perfect goddess come to Earth, and I'm just some guy who-"

She cut him off. "Shush! You're my Sweetie, my special guy!" She was tempted to talk about her love for him, but she had difficulty in expressing that love. So, as she kept on licking his sweet spot, she said, "I have pretty strong, special feelings for you, okay? You're not just 'some guy!' Would I be here on my knees and wearing just my bikini bottoms, lapping at your nice long cock, if you were? Look! I love doing this to you, and to be perfectly frank, it has very little to do with your daily target. You mean a lot to me, so it brings me joy to make you feel good. Okay? Are we clear? GOOD!"

She went back to sucking his cock with renewed determination.

He almost laughed out loud, because it was as if she were lecturing him sternly and was almost mad at him, except that she was talking about why she liked to suck his cock so much.

As she bobbed steadily, using her extra-long tongue to great effect, he thought about what she'd said. Then he replied, "Okay. I get it. But the thing is, I feel the same about you. This isn't fair. Why don't you sit in the chair, and I'll get on my knees and lick you?"

However, she gave no response to that, but just kept on sucking.

Time passed. Alan always favored prolonging the fun and erotic joy as long as possible. But this time Suzanne appeared to have the same agenda, because she was extremely careful. When she felt him reaching an orgasmic peak, she slowed way down until his surge of arousal passed. At times, she simply kept his cockhead still in her mouth until she deemed he was ready to go again. She rode the waves of his arousal like some kind of expert surfer.

Alan felt like a king. He and Suzanne had been drinking glasses of pineapple juice before they had begun their serious talk. After a while, he rediscovered his glass in front of him, still nearly full. So he kicked back, sipped at his drink, and enjoyed the sight of his beautiful, sunny backyard while Suzanne kept on slurping and sucking at his cock.

Man! This is the life! This would be great even if she were as ugly as sin, because she's doing simply inhuman things with that snake tongue of hers, not to mention all the suction she's getting with that lip seal. Jesus! But somehow, knowing that she's got the body worthy of a famous model makes it twice as sweet! I can't see 'em now, but I can totally picture her huge tits swinging back and forth in time to her bobbing. And I'm not even having to strain with all that PC muscle stuff.

He took another sip of his juice. Hell, it feels like we could do this all afternoon! I feel invincible, like my dick could endure her tongue attack forever! And she shows no sign of getting tired, or even easing up. Incredible! About the only thing that could ruin this is if Mom or Sis came home early and saw us. But heck, with the way things are going lately, they'd probably want to join in!

He suddenly flashed to his recent masturbatory dream of getting blown by Susan and Suzanne at the same time, and felt a major surge of arousal as a result. Oh no! Too arousing! No, turn those thoughts off!

Shit! Too late!

The surge was so unexpected and powerful that he wasn't able to bring his PC muscle tricks to bear in time. Before he could even think to shout out a warning, he felt his cum flooding into Suzanne's mouth.

Suzanne was a trooper, as usual, and ably swallowed it all. When he was finished, there wasn't even a dribble of cum to be seen on her chin, because she'd consumed every last drop.

Feeling that her mission had been accomplished, Suzanne got up and returned to her seat next to him. Things seemed to go back to normal surprisingly quickly, except for the fact that she was still topless.

While Alan was still recovering, she said triumphantly, "So, kid, still thinking that having to cum six times a day can be a chore and a drag?"

He thought about what had just happened, and then he replied most emphatically, "Hell, no!"

They both laughed.

As his energy rebounded, he ran a hand through her long, curly, reddish-brown hair, and stared into her eyes adoringly. "Aunt Suzy, you really are too good to me. But don't take offense; take it as the compliment that it's meant to be."

She smiled from ear to ear, and sipped her juice too. "Well ... Okay. Twist my arm if you must."

He liked that, and continued, "But when will I get to return the favor and go down on you?"

"Sorry, Sweetie; my pussy remains a no-go zone. We can't get too far ahead of Susan or she could really freak out. But on another note, I've gotta go do some things, some non-dick-hardening things." She grinned at that. "Do you think that what I did here will help inspire you the rest of the day, so you can keep your average up?"

"Hmmm. Well, to be honest, I'm not sure. Yesterday, I had this great masturbatory fantasy while I was taking my nap, and I came twice. I was all psyched up. But then I saw Mom sulking and looking so sad, and I lost all my zip. I'm pretty sure that'll happen again when she comes home."

Suzanne thought about that and realized that he probably had it right. She knew from experience that Alan loved his mother so much that when she was sad, it made him sad.

She considered the issue for a while, until she saw how to handle it. "Hey! I've got an idea! We can't sneak off to your room to play some more later because your mother might get suspicious, and we can't sneak off anywhere else and play 'cos you're afraid you might have to lie to her, right? Or she'll notice and get all uptight about it. Well, I just got a snazzy new digital camera not that long ago. What if I go back to my house and take some pictures of myself, print them out, and then give them to you? Then you can get off looking at them while doing your thing. If Susan asks, you can honestly say you were merely looking at some sexy porn."

"Cool! Aunt Suzy, you're just the greatest friend ever. I swear, you're better than having a second mom. I don't deserve you."

"No you don't, but you're stuck with me," she joked.

So, while Alan went to take his usual afternoon nap, Suzanne went back to her house. In the privacy of her office, she took a series of X-rated photos using the camera's timer function. Then she printed them out and hand-delivered them to Alan's bedroom by the time he woke from his nap.

Alan couldn't believe how arousing the pictures were. There were over two dozen, forming a striptease sequence, going from completely dressed to the nines in a variety of sexy outfits to completely naked. Suzanne was in her element in the pictures, because she loved to show off and tease.

If the pictures weren't sexy enough in and of themselves, Suzanne had also taken the time to write little notes on the backs of each one, making all kinds of tantalizing comments and promises. She'd included a note making Alan pledge not to share them with anyone else, and to keep them in a safe place. He had no trouble complying with that.

For instance, on the last photo, which was of her in her birthday suit, stretching an arm up in the air, she wrote:

"I can't believe how hot taking these pictures has made me. Thinking of you stroking yourself while looking at them steams me up even more! I think I'm going to have to do a little stroking of my own, thinking about you. Hope you like them. S."

Alan thought, I really am in some kind of Bizarro World now. Why on Earth would a woman like Aunt Suzy get off thinking about an ordinary kid like me? She's not a mere mortal woman - she's a sex goddess! And to say "Hope you like them" - she must be out of her mind. Anyone would love them! Heck, I could probably sell these to any porn mag for big bucks. Not that I'd ever betray her trust like that, but they'd be good enough. Jesus!

Looking at the photos, he found himself with an uncommonly strong erection. He had a great climax masturbating to the pictures. He would return to them to cum twice more before that evening.

Now that his libido was restored, he felt less guilty and worried. Before long, he even resumed his fantasies about Susan and Katherine.

As he waited for dinner, he thought to follow up on Akami's recommendation and look up more information on the Internet about the PC muscle. Suzanne had already been helping him with that, but he found detailed exercises that helped him even more. They explained different ways he could strengthen the muscle, which in turn could give him greater control over his orgasms. Since he didn't have much else going on, he put more effort into strengthening his PC muscle, with the hope that better days would lie ahead.

Chapter 10

Not only was Suzanne working to revive Alan's libido, she was even busier talking with Susan and slowly bringing her out of her guilty mood. Suzanne could be very persuasive, especially since she probably understood Susan better than her best friend understood herself. She knew how to push all of Susan's buttons.

She sensed that trying to arouse Susan wouldn't work at that moment, so she played on Susan's motherly concerns and responsibilities instead. In particular, she emphasized how much Alan was "suffering" with constant "blue balls," and how he needed help six times a day as a medical necessity. She hinted that if Susan really loved him, she would do the "right thing" and keep helping him with "visual stimulation" and other assistance. She and Susan reached an agreement that Susan could wear whatever clothes she wanted, just so long as she continued not to wear a bra. (Suzanne knew that Susan's boobs were extremely sensitive, and going braless would help make sure Susan was aroused a lot of the time.)

Still, Susan had really enjoyed less than 24 hours of significant sexual liberation, compared to an entire lifetime of sexual repression, so it was very easy for her to fall back to her old ways and very difficult for Suzanne to fight that recidivism. The fact that Ron would be back soon was on everyone's mind, which made Suzanne's job a lot harder. So far, she'd only had limited success.

On the surface, things still seemed normal at the Plummer house that evening. At dinner it felt as if all the sexual wildness of recent days had been just a dream. The only evidence to the contrary was that Katherine dressed more provocatively than previously.

Alan went back to his room after helping to wash the dishes, to practice his PC muscle exercises some more while looking at the photos Suzanne had given him. But he felt adrift, because his own mood had soured after seeing Susan behaving so sternly at dinner. He was still so bummed about the change that had come over her that he wasn't even able to concentrate on his homework. He wandered the house and looked for something to do to get his mind off the disaster of Ron coming home.

He came across Susan in the kitchen. He was so bored and listless that, initially, he was going to ask her if she needed more help cleaning up. But then he noticed that she was bent forward as if in pain.

"Hey, Mom. Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh hi, Tiger. It's just my shoulders - they're really sore today. It's driving me crazy. My whole back, actually."

Alan walked over and took a closer look at her. Although she was wearing her old, conservative clothes, including a blouse and big bow that tried to cover her boobs (mostly in vain), his dick grew hard seeing her even in that. The fact that she had her arm clenched underneath her rack, making her mountainous tits stick out ever more than usual, had something to do with that, as did the fact that her nipples stuck out more obviously than he could ever recall seeing them when she wore her frumpy clothes. He wondered if it was just that he'd never paid much attention to that kind of thing until recently, or if maybe she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh here. Let me help you." He moved behind her, placed both of his hands on her shoulders, and began rubbing. "How did you get so sore?"

Her muscles relaxed with his touch, and she let out a contented sigh. "Well, partly it's these evil things that you love so much." She lifted her boobs to illustrate what she meant.

That drove him absolutely wild. He had to remember to close his gaping jaw.

She grinned as she caught his reaction out of the corner of her eye. She knew on some level that she did that just to get his heart pounding. "They're just so damn big that they give me back pain sometimes."

To his great disappointment, she let go of her breasts and they jiggled back into place.

He inadvertently let out a big sigh of sadness, even though he certainly enjoyed watching them jiggle.

Susan couldn't help but flash a wicked smile, but she tried to hide her satisfaction. She said serenely, "Ahhh ... That feels wonderful. But that's not the main reason. Suzanne and I overdid it exercising today, I'm afraid."

That was partly true. Indeed, Susan had burnt off some of her sexual frustration by vigorously attacking the exercise machines in her basement. However, she didn't mind her sore muscles that much, especially since that had been many hours ago. The real reason she happened to be bent over and panting when Alan saw her was because she'd been daydreaming about last Tuesday, and all the times she'd sucked on her son's ever-ready erection. Due to her talk with Suzanne before dinner, her guilt had gone down and her horniness had gone up.

She was still resisting her lusty desires, but she had agreed to the massage because she couldn't turn down the opportunity to feel her son's hands on her body.

His hands felt as good as she'd hoped, and then some. She loved the way he was touching her, even if it was in a non-sexual way and through all her clothing. Her pussy began to lubricate as she fantasized about all kinds of other ways he could be touching her. She was regretting not wearing a bra, because it felt as if her nipples were going to burn through her blouse if they didn't poke holes through it first.

Alan hadn't really ever given a massage before, but as he continued to rub her he realized that her back and neck were in fact quite tense. "Let's do this right. Let me give you a serious massage somewhere more comfortable."

"Well, if you insist. But remember the new rules, okay? No touching my naughty places."

He played up being a servant, and said with a stuffy British accent, "Of course, madam. Your wish is my command."

They decided to move to a sofa in the living room. He put on a CD of Al Green's greatest hits to help create a mellow, subtly seductive mood.

Susan felt embarrassed about the prospect of leaning over braless for Alan's massage, and she was concerned that he would manage to get her completely topless before long. So she went to the bathroom while Alan was fiddling with the music and put on a bra.

While in the bathroom, she also put on a pair of white high heels. Suzanne had been stressing to her for the past few days that high heels were absolutely essential to helping with visual stimulation. In fact, Suzanne called them a "guaranteed instant erection." Even in Susan's current conflicted mood, that sounded exciting. Susan also reapplied some subtle hints of make-up.

Alan had Susan take off her stiff and formal blouse before she lay down, but she kept her bra on. He began a deep massage of her entire back. He didn't really know what he was doing, but she let him know when he did something good, sometimes by responding with an approving moan.

Soon, she began to feel a whole lot better. The more she relaxed, the more her guilt and inhibitions just seemed to float away. And with his hands on her back, her thoughts started to turn sexual. Before long, she was daydreaming about rubbing his erection against her face and gently kissing and licking it. A part of her brain worried that it wasn't the smartest idea to have him giving her a massage while she was growing more and more aroused, but these worries were dissolved as her muscle tension melted in his hands.

As his hands caressed her soft yet muscular flesh, he began to think more and more with his libido. I know Aunt Suzy said I should be giving Mom some space for a few days, but what if I can use this to get Mom back to giving me blowjobs, or at least handjobs? Wouldn't Aunt Suzy be happy that I sped things up? I have to at least try!

He said, "Mom, your bra keeps getting in the way. Don't worry; I'm just going to undo it temporarily." He undid it even as he said that, so it would be a done deal. He wasn't being very honest with his "temporarily" caveat.

She was so aroused by now that she could offer only token resistance. Mmmm. Tiger loves his big-titted mommy! It feels so RIGHT that he takes my bra off. Oh, but I can't be too naughty. However, I'm lying on my tummy, so what's the harm? Besides, he took it off already, the cheeky horny boy, hee-hee. "Okay, but promise that you'll behave like a gentleman. Can I trust you?"

"Of course."

He massaged her bare back for the next few minutes. However, his hands wandered farther and farther, and he wound up caressing her arms, neck, and hips, all the way to the edge of her skirt. But most importantly, he spent of a lot of time fondling her "side boobs" - the parts of her boobs accessible while she was lying face down. He figured that her breasts were extremely sensitive all over, and any contact there would greatly increase her lust.

He was right about that. She absolutely loved any tactile stimulation of her boobs. And it wasn't like it was just her nipples that she loved to be touched - her entire globes were easily-aroused erogenous zones. She even accommodated him after a while, tilting her body a bit so he could explore her huge boob almost to her nipple. Then, when he switched sides, she tilted again for him.

She thought, Oh my goodness, this is getting a bit questionable. If Ron saw this, he'd think it's downright improper! But my muscles ARE sore from over-exercising them, and it feels soooo gooood! Mmmm! Besides, as long as I stay facing down, what can happen? Nothing, that's what! I work hard around the house. I deserve to get pampered at least once in my life.

As time passed, Susan let out a series of happy "Mmmm!" noises, sounding much like a contented cat.

Alan had already figured out that her "Mmmm"-ing was a sign that she was getting aroused, so he was encouraged.

Chapter 11

A few minutes later, Susan said, "You know, my legs are really sore too..."

It was such a blatant hint that Alan couldn't miss it, and he didn't. "Mom, do you want me to do your legs?"

Although her legs were in fact sore, that wasn't why she wanted to be massaged there - she was just plain hot to trot. As she removed her skirt, she cooed huskily, "Son, you can do me there. Do me everywhere." But realizing that was too daring, she quickly added, "with your great massaging fingers."

She sat up to take her skirt all the way off, even though it interrupted the massage and she could have just bunched it up instead. She rationalized that at least she was wearing very traditional panties, so effectively it was no different than being seen in bikini bottoms. The truth was, she wanted her skirt off and, even more than that, she wanted the opportunity to flaunt her naked chest now that her bra was off.

With her hands covering her nipples, she said a bit nervously, "Now, Tiger, I could ask you to leave the room, or at least turn away while I take my skirt off. And I probably should ... But Suzanne keeps telling me that you need a lot of 'visual stimulation' to help you with your ... uh, problem. So ... do you promise to be good?"

He replied, "Mom, you know I'll be so good for you!"

She thought, Mmmm! I know you will! So good and yummy! And hot and thick and throbbing! ... Mmmm! Wait! Hold on, Susan; get a grip. All you're doing is removing your bra. None of that other stuff! But hey, as long as I'm stripping, I might as well put a little sexy jiggle into it.

Smiling shyly, she slowly let her hands drop.

"Oh, wow, Mom! You're really hot! You're a total babe!"

She blushed a little at both the awkward situation and his compliment. But the compliment also emboldened her. At first she didn't deliberately jiggle, but she slowly swayed back and forth in a very provocative way while staring at him with bedroom eyes. Then she bent over quite a bit and took an exceedingly long time to remove her skirt. All the while, she twisted and turned her upper body just to give her bare breasts a good jiggle and shake.

After her skirt was all the way off and tossed aside, she didn't want the sexy fun to end, so she turned around and started to slowly and seductively pull her panties down. But before they got very far down her thighs, she said, "Oopsie! I didn't mean to do that. I'm afraid I'm feeling just too naughty. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, Mom. I'd forgive you anything."

She thought, What a sweetie! But did I go too far? No, all I'm doing here is providing a little visual stimulation to help inspire him later. When he goes to his room and strokes that powerful cock of his. Or, better yet, when Suzanne takes it in her hands and ... Mmmm! Yes! She runs that long tongue of hers all over it! MMMM! Sliding and sucking until he gives her a sweet spermy filling! YES!

There's nothing wrong with that, is there? I mean, it's not like I'm sliding his big member into MY mouth - that would be wrong. Very wrong. I'm just helping to get it nice and thick and oh so hard! After all, Suzanne always tells me that he needs lots and lots of visual stimulation. It's just a medical treatment, like taking a pill. Except that, er, it involves me showing off my big bare breasts!

She turned back around, striking a very sexy pose with her arms pinned above her head. She was supposed to be taking her skirt off, and now that she'd finished there was no reason for her to continue to stand there and show off her voluptuous body. But by now her nipples and pussy were tingling intensely, and she wasn't really thinking about the reasons for what she was doing. Alan obviously loved it, and that made her feel good.

Her panting grew in intensity as she posed for him. The way his eyes devoured her made her feel nearly as good as if he'd been groping her. Still, her behavior was so outlandish that she warned herself, I'm a married woman! I have to think of my husband. Would he approve of me shaking my rack like some kind of shameless hussy, even if it's for a good cause? I don't think so! Would Ron understand that Tiger needs to use my body, my lips, and even my tongue so he can cum over and over again? I don't think so! But to her consternation, such thoughts only enflamed her lust.

As Alan watched her, he felt so aroused that he wanted to cry. It was nearly impossible for him not to reach out and fondle her chest, but he still felt that he had to be cautious due to her prudish mindset. So he suffered and fantasized while his erection threatened to rip through his shorts.

She shifted her weight, striking another sexy stance. Goodness! I'm pretty much all naked now. Suzanne says that Tiger is a "tit man" and I'm sure that she's right. Here are my big tits hanging before his eyes, all full, round, bouncy, and defenseless. What if his strong and manly hands grasp them? What will I do? Mmmm! Nothing! I'm no match for such a handsome and well-hung son. I'll just have to lie there and take it! Then, when he sticks his fat beefsteak in my face, I'll just have to suck and suck on it until the cum explodes out of it all over my tonsils! MMMM! That'll show who's who around here and that I've been turned into the family cocksucker!

Mmmm! I need to show my cutie Tiger that there's more to me than just my boobs though. She turned back around and bent way over. She pretended she needed to adjust a strap on one of her high heels, but it was just an excuse to blatantly display her ass for him some more.

As she wiggled her ass in his direction, she thought, Gosh, just doing this makes me feel so wonderfully tingly! Mmmm! Almost as tingly as when I have Tiger's big fat erection in my hands, or better, in my mouth! Mmmm ... Yum! But shouldn't I be loyal to my husband? Although ... Tiger effectively is the man of the house now, so really, perhaps, I should be obeying him. The fact that his dick is twice as big as Ron's, doesn't that really show who's boss? Besides, it's not like I have any say in the matter. If my powerful son is going to completely ravage my helpless naked body, how can I resist?

If Alan had only known her thoughts, his shorts would have been torn asunder by his throbbing, hard-as-steel erection. Instead, he feared that he was going too far by getting her too excited too soon, and worried about an imminent backlash.

She eventually seemed to come back to her senses, at least somewhat. She stood up, turned around and then laid back down, face down.

He worked on her legs for a while. He was so turned on that his hands trembled.

As the massage went on, she began to regret the things she'd said recently. I wonder if Tiger will massage my breasts properly, from the front. Mmmm! They're really sore, and I don't think that's just because the nipples are so hard and crinkly. I've told him that touching my breasts is out of bounds, though. I hope he doesn't take me too literally on that! On the other hand, if I correct his understanding on that, I'll look like a hypocrite and a bad mother.

She knew that Alan was so considerate that he wouldn't take advantage without getting an unambiguous green light first. So she was at a loss over what to do, but she was so out-of-control horny that she knew she'd have to do something about it before very long. It was almost as if her breasts were demanding that she say the right words so he would put his hands on them. And yet she also was held back by a vague sense that she needed to be morally disapproving of what he was doing, though she could no longer remember why.

Her conflict grew worse as his hands worked their way up her legs until they reached her thighs and ass. Now she was ready to join him in wanting to cry from sheer sexual frustration.

He slipped his hands under her panties to massage her ass cheeks, but that's as far as he would go. His fingers slipped into her ass crack from time to time, but only by accident. Or at least he had plausible deniability that it was accidental.

More time passed. Susan felt so relaxed that she would have fallen asleep if it weren't for the fact that she was extremely aroused as well. She loved the Al Green soul music (although she'd never heard it before), and it helped make her feel even sexier somehow.

He grew increasingly bold with her ass. Eventually, her panties were pulled half-way down her thighs, so they wouldn't get in the way. He had more and more "accidents" running his fingers into her ass crack, until it was pretty much one non-stop "accident." But every now and then he'd reach up to massage her "side boob," which was becoming a more blatant fondling of all of her boob that wasn't trapped under her body.

He knew Susan loved it by her now constant stream of contented and erotic "Mmmm" noises. Plus, she humped and clenched her ass cheeks practically like she was being fucked by the sofa underneath her.

Before long, the pungent smell of wet and aroused pussy filled the room. Susan knew he could smell just how wet she was, and in fact he could probably see it too if he looked at the wet spot growing between her legs. Knowing that he knew only aroused her more, creating a feedback loop until she was practically ready to scream in erotic ecstasy.

Alan unzipped his fly and pulled his throbbing erection through it. He figured that she wouldn't notice what he'd done since he was behind her. Of course there was still a chance he'd get caught, but he felt he had to take the risk, because he simply couldn't continue to take the strain of his hard-on being so cramped in his shorts.

The two of them began playing a silent game with unspoken rules. He tried to reach between her legs to play with her pussy, but she'd keep her legs tightly closed, making it hard for him to reach his target. Still, the two of them had lots of fun, and he got to touch some very wet places. She liked to pretend his pair of probing fingers was his cock, so she rhythmically humped and squeezed them. Since her entire crotch was soaked by this time, those fingers got quite wet in the process.

After about fifteen minutes, he finally decided to up the ante elsewhere on her body. With his hands still full of bare ass-flesh, he asked, "Mom, I'm just about done with your backside. Should I do your front, or should we call it a day?"

There was a long silence while he continued to probe and tickle her perineum (the area between her anus and her pussy). In her mind, Susan was shouting, Front! Front! Do the front! Especially my breasts! I love how you love them and I want you to do EVERYTHING to them. Rub your hard-on all over them, please! Then explore my tummy. Mmmm, yes! And keep working down from there, down, down, down! Go all the way to my most needy and naughty place, rubbing your big Johnson all the way down! Slide it up and down my engorged pussy lips! MMMM!

Her chest was heaving with excitement, but there was enough lingering guilt for her to still resist somewhat. The lingering fear that he wouldn't be able to stop from doing what she'd just fantasized about also gave her serious pause.

He finally prodded, "Mom? The front?"

She just said, "Okay," in a flat voice. God, please forgive me. I'm such a horrible mother and an even worse wife! She **** her mind to go blank to suppress her nagging conscience.

Alan turned her over and just stared at her sheer beauty. She pulled her panties up her thighs just as she changed sides. But her panties remained slung so low that he could see most of her bush and even a little of the pink insides of her vagina.

He began with the front side of her shoulders and started downwards. That brought him into contact with her tits sooner rather than later. True, he'd touched a lot of "side boob" earlier, but this felt completely different, and much more thrilling. A big part of that was because the pretense was falling away.

However, still considerate and tentative, he pulled his hands back and asked to make sure, "Mom? Should I do, you know, your, uh, breasts? Are they sore too?"

"As a matter of fact, they are." She closed her eyes and winced after saying that. I'm so bad! I'm really on some kind of highway to Hell.

Alan wasn't sure if boobs even had muscles which could be massaged (they don't) but he wasn't about to miss such an opportunity. She was panting so heavily that he could hardly figure out how to put his hands on her heaving chest.

He put a hand on each breast and held on as her breathing grew even more labored. In his excitement, he went straight for her nipples without any pretense of "massaging" her tit-flesh.

But all Susan said as she huffed and puffed was, "Now, be careful."

There was no doubt by now that the massage had become very sexual. Susan could feel his stiffness occasionally bumping against her skin, and she could tell that it was out of his shorts, but she pretended not to notice.

She thought, You naughty boy! Running your naked COCK all over my naked body! You bad, bad boy! I should give you a spanking. Or, better yet, you should give ME a spanking! That's right. Spank my butt until you've shown me my place. Then "spank" my face by swatting it with your great cock!

No, wait! I'm a married woman! I can't forget that. Ron! What about Ron?! Oh, but the idea of Tiger sliding his cock all over my face, and then straight into my mouth ... MMMM! I'm so BAD!

Alan did "massage" her breasts, which meant a lot of passionate fondling. But mostly he pinched and twisted her nipples, and lovingly caressed her full globes all over in ways that didn't even make a pretense at a massage.

Susan kept her eyes closed and her mouth smiling. She continued to purr things like, "Oooh, right there ... Just like that."

She kept moaning too, but by this time she was moaning when he did something particularly arousing rather than when he found a particularly sore muscle. Her chest heaved so much from her arousal that it seemed like her breasts were on a rocking boat in a heavy sea.

He spent about ten minutes on her tits, after he'd already massaged her back for twenty minutes and her legs and ass for about the same interval. But he wasn't used to such prolonged ministrations, so his hands and arms were getting quite tired.