Tempted: Part 2

Chapter 4

That same day, as soon as the bell rang announcing the end of the school day, Glory took off like a rocket to her car in the teacher's parking lot. She'd been planning to go surfing after school, and she already had her surfboard and everything she needed either on or in her car. The problem was that she had to drive a long way to get to any beach not frequented by kids in her school and it got cold and dark early this time of year. From experience, she knew she'd only get about an hour's worth of quality surfing time in, but lately she'd been feeling frazzled and she really needed it.

Surfing wasn't just a sport for her; it had a lot of emotional and even possibly spiritual meaning. Usually, an hour or two of catching waves recharged her completely. She was hoping for something like that to happen to her today, because she'd been in the dumps lately.

The problem was Alan. She rested on the beach after she finished surfing. She peeled off her wetsuit and then roughly dried herself off with a towel. Then she went back to lie on her surfboard near the water's edge. Sometimes she found it comforting to lay there with the sound of the waves lapping the sand right next to her. She closed her eyes and tried to sort out her feelings about him. It was a way of pondering her problems that had worked well for her in the past, because there was something about the sun and the sound of the waves that helped put her in a meditative and contemplative state.

For two years, if not more, I've been fully aware that Alan has a strong crush on me. It was kinda cute, especially since he was so clueless and didn't realize that I knew. Of course I was flattered, but I'd always assumed nothing would come of it. He was too shy, and I just didn't see him in a sexual way at all. Besides, he's much too young, and one of my students to boot. The whole idea of his crush leading to anything more was downright silly!

Then something happened. I can't figure out exactly what, or when, or how. But in the last week or two, there's been an important change in him. Out of the blue, he exudes sexual experience and even supreme sexual confidence. It was subtle at first, but it seems to grow day by day. Before, when he'd looked at me longingly, I'd only felt a bit sorry for him. I mean, I'm so not a potential girlfriend for him! But now, when he stares, it does things to me. He just looks so HUNGRY. He's like a tiger; you know he's gonna hunt down and eat his meal. And the meal is ME! I swear, when he looks at me in class like that, I have this strong desire to undress then and there!

And hell, let's face it; I've pretty much done just that. I've done some other crazy things lately too, because he's been driving me wild. If he only knew! I just hope I drive him wild too!

She arched her back and raised a hand to her head, as if she was striking a classic cheesecake pose for him on her surfboard.

She relaxed her pose and continued to consider the situation, keeping her eyes closed. But what's worse is that I find myself contemplating doing even more with him. His weird need for "help" that I've found out about could be a golden opportunity. Why the hell not help him? If he kisses with even half of the passion he looks at me lately...

But that's just crazy talk. Right? I mean, I've got a steady boyfriend in Garth. He's a perfectly nice guy. There's nothing wrong with him. He's very dependable. Handsome and strong too. Everyone tells me that he's a great catch.

The problem is, Garth has never rocked my world. I swear, I've gotten more aroused from Alan just LOOKING at me than anything Garth has ever done to me sexually. Not only does Alan have this weird sexual mojo going on all of a sudden, but he's also still the same ol' kind and lovable nerd who somehow became one of my closest friends in this last year or two. Even though, technically, ours is not a 'friends' relationship, so we never see each other out of school, the undeniable truth is that he's gotten under my skin somehow and kinda made me love him. Then, when you add this new sexual spark to that, I just can't resist him!

She sighed, opened her eyes, lifted her head, and looked up and down the beach. Then she stared into the crashing waves while heavily pondering her situation. Surfing here today was supposed to help me, but it didn't. I still feel unsettled. It's like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. What if I have a sexual relationship with one of my students? That could be about as smart as jumping off a real cliff! What on Earth am I thinking?! Is it just the fantasy of getting it on with a student? That's just a fantasy and a terrible weakness I have; I can't let it affect me. And Garth! I can't cheat on him. I hate cheaters. So why am I so fucking HOT for Alan lately?

I swear, there's something different about him. Something strange. It's like he's gone from clueless virgin to a real Don Juan in a matter of days. That's just not possible. I know he's been doing something sexual with Mrs. Pestridge in that time, but what? It's gotten me so damn curious! What if I help him out just a little bit? Just enough to find out what's going on, and find out why he's having such a strange effect on me?

Would that be so bad? I can't REALLY be thinking about doing something with him, can I?!

The shadows were growing longer and the wind was picking up as she lay there on her board. So she left the beach a short time later, still feeling unsettled and depressed. She wondered why she remained in a relationship with Garth, because he was no help for her emotionally at all. She felt like their relationship had already died some time ago, and she just lacked the guts to tell him that it was over.

Chapter 5

That evening, Susan and Ron went to play night tennis with each other. Tennis was one of the few things they actually did together.

Susan felt conflicted being near Ron. On the one hand, she felt guilty for having jacked off her son hours before, but on the other hand she suspected Ron of rampant adultery. She let out her frustrations by playing aggressively.

Not only was she in great shape and playing at the top of her game, but Ron was quite out of shape from sitting behind a desk too much. Her maternal instincts kicked in. She prided herself on being a good wife, so when they were done playing she said to him, "Ron, honey, are you all right?"

He was panting badly as he clutched his side. "I'm just ... winded ... I'll be ... all right ... Good game ... First time ... you beat me."

But Susan said, "You're not all right! Frankly, you haven't looked yourself lately. What have you been doing in Thailand? Whatever it is, it sure isn't exercising."

He griped, "It's called 'getting old.'"

"Nonsense. Look at Suzanne and me. Would you believe I got carded the other day when I bought some wine at Trader Joe's? It's true. When did you have your last physical?"

"Uuuh, I don't remember." He was still bent over and gasping.

"You're having one now! I'm going to set one up for you and I don't want to hear you're too busy to go."

Ron just nodded.

Susan thought, AND, when he goes, I'll make sure he gets a blood test. Then we'll be able to test him for STDs too. It's not exactly a Suzanne scheme, but I'll bet Suzanne's gonna be proud of me for my cleverness! It's not even immoral, because he does need a check-up.

Not long after they returned home, Suzanne came over to see if circumstances would allow her to help Alan some more. She noticed Ron watching TV in the living room, then she wandered upstairs. She heard the stereo in Alan's room, which presumably meant he was studying, and she also heard Susan down the hall in the bathroom attached to her bedroom, just starting to take a shower.

An idea came to her and she rushed back downstairs to Ron. She told him, truthfully, that her son Brad had been having trouble with his fantasy football team and needed advice. She knew Ron was a big football fan and she correctly figured he'd volunteer to go over and help Brad. She further knew that when either of them got to talking about football it was nearly impossible to get them to shut up, so that meant Ron was out of the picture for a good while.

Then, giving Ron a minute or two head start, Suzanne rushed back to her own home, went to her private office there, and called the Plummer house on her private line.

Alan's bedroom door was slightly ajar, so he heard the phone ring in Susan's bedroom. Hearing the water running in the shower and the phone still ringing, he rushed over to her room to catch the phone before the answering machine took it. He made it just in time. "Plummer residence?"

Suzanne chuckled. She could tell it was Alan's voice, and there was no mistaking her scratchy voice, so she decided to have a little fun with him. "The Plummer residence? I'm not sure I have the right number. I'm looking for an Alan. I understand he needs to have his cock sucked."

Alan was so shocked by this that he was momentarily rendered speechless, and just muttered, "Uh, ah..."

"Is this Alan?" she continued. "Because this is his friend Christine, and I just wanted to tell him that I'm so sorry about turning him down for a date. I'm just standing here in my opened robe playing with my big breasts and thinking about how I need to make it up to him with blowjobs. Lots and lots of blowjobs!"

Alan was slow on the uptake, especially since his head was filled with an image of Christine playing with herself. It was as if so much blood had suddenly rushed to his cock that there was none left for his brain. He stated the blatantly obvious. "You're not Christine!"

"Oh, but I am. Who am I speaking to? Is this Susan?"

"No, she's in the shower. Aunt Suzy, I know that's you. I mean, come on. You're not even trying to sound like Christine. Heck, you don't even know what she sounds like. What's this all about?"

"But I AM Christine! And I need your help!"

Her plea for help sounded so urgent and sincere that Alan couldn't help but reply, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know! It's my body. You're the only man I can trust, so I'm calling you!"

"But what is it? What's the problem?" Against his will, Alan found himself increasingly drawn into the scenario. His vision of Christine talking on the phone grew more vivid.

Suzanne said in her boner-inducing scratchy yet sultry voice, "It's like cats when they go in heat. It's just like that. I'm in heat! I need your help. I need you to come over here right away! My breasts! They're so ... needy! They need a man's touch! I'm standing here in my room, virtually naked, writhing with lust, but when I pull on my nipples and fondle my breasts it just doesn't do it! Alan! Please! I need YOU! I want you to grope and maul them! Pull on my nipples HARD! Touch them all over!"

Alan thought, Shit! If she keeps talking, my dick is gonna rip my shorts to shreds! Christine!

Suzanne paused just to pant for a few moments, then continued, "I think, if you rub your penis all over it, that would help a lot. Can you do that? Can you rub your stiff dick all over my big breasts? If you put it between them, I'll squeeze them together and rub and rub until you squirt all over my face! Can you help me with that? Please? Is that what you call a titfuck?"

He groaned lustily. Oh, man! She's killing me! Christine! Titfucking her is practically my very favorite fantasy!

But Suzanne wasn't done. "And my pussy is even worse. It's on fire! I think the only thing that can cool it down is cum. Lots and lots of sticky man-cum! Alan, I need your help! I need your cum! If you don't come over here and stick your big cock in my tight little blonde cunt, I think I'm gonna die! You just have to come here and fill all my holes, over and over, in and out and in and out with your big hard log, all night long!"

She snickered quietly to herself as she heard Alan breathing heavily and unevenly. Then she upped the ante. She gasped as if attacked, "OH! OH! Oh, my breasts! Oh, GOD! If you can help me with just one thing, they really do need to get fucked! Please, I'll do anything if you just come over here and fuck my tits! Oh God! Please! And then the blowjobs! I'll suck your cock forever if you just promise to fuck my big tits like they need to be fucked!"

Suzanne was getting herself increasingly worked up with her rapid-fire sexy talk. She had to pause to catch her breath.

That gave him a chance to finally get a word in. He was extremely aroused, but deadpanned, "Aunt Suzy, shit, man! If you ever need any money, you could make a fortune as a phone sex operator. Jesus! That was like being hit by a truck! A full-on sex truck!"

She laughed. "I don't know what a 'full-on sex truck' is, but it sounds like fun. But you got me. I'm not Christine."

He laughed too. "No, you're not. You're pure sex, and pure evil too."

She chuckled knowingly. "There's maybe some truth in that. However, would you be less mad at me if I said I really am playing with my tits and I really am looking for you so I can help you with a blowjob?" She chuckled again, because she could hear him gulping with shock and arousal.

"Oh, man!" He stammered a bit and then said, "Aunt Suzy, God I'd love for you to help, and that Christine talk got me really worked up, although it would have been just as great if you were you, but you can't. Ron is here."

"No he's not. He's over here. He came over just a few minutes ago and he's gonna be here a while. He and Brad are talking about football, and even my husband has joined in. I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

"What?"

"I'll help you reach your daily target with a handjob or blowjob, but you have to ask your mother for her assistance first. But the offer's only good for the next five minutes. You snooze, you lose."

"But Aunt Suzy! She's taking a shower. How can I even ask? And you know how she is lately, especially since Ron came home. What's this all about?"

"She needs to get more involved, because I can't handle it all by myself. I heard she helped you with an abnormality check earlier today, so you need to strike while the iron is hot. Not only that, but a shower is a perfect time. She's very susceptible to your charms when she's naked, believe me. I've noticed that all her religious morality seems to come off with her clothes."

"But Aunt Suzy. I can't just walk in there when she's naked and ask for help with an orgasm. That's craziness!"

"Think of it this way, Sweetie. It's win-win. If you go in there and she says yes, then you're obviously a very happy camper. If you go in there and she says no, then you still get my help. AND you get to see her naked. The only way you lose is if you're too frightened to go in at all. Fortune favors the brave."

"But ... but ... Aunt Suzy! Grrr! You ARE evil!"

"Did I mention the five minutes has started already? Your mom and I keep no secrets, so don't try to wriggle through any loopholes. Oh, and you can't mention that I suggested any of this. Good luck!" She hung up the phone.

Standing in Susan's bedroom, he was already quite close to her adjoining shower. In fact, Susan probably could have heard his end of the phone call had the shower water not been running. Thinking about her showering there so close was very tempting. Furthermore, thinking about Suzanne's promises and her talk about Christine helping out had put him in such an excited mood that he was ready for practically anything. His dick was fully erect and throbbing with need.

Still, he thought too much to be naturally assertive, and he found himself pacing back and forth in her room, wondering what to do.

He tried to think of some reason to enter the bathroom while his mother still stood wet and naked. Even as I'm thinking, she's probably close to getting out and toweling herself off. If she does that, it'll be too late. Dang. But I can't go in there as if by accident, since this isn't the bathroom I normally use. Maybe I could say there's some kind of emergency? Nah. At best I'd get a quick look ... There's something really wrong with me to even be standing here in this room, but I'm so horny that it's beyond unbearable. My dick is so stiff and hard, I can barely walk around! Damn Aunt Suzy and her sexy talk!

Before long, the only thing he could think about was how his mother would look under the shower, seeing the water pouring down all over her glistening skin. But still he hesitated because he couldn't think of a good reason to go in there and violate her privacy.

Suddenly, the shower came to a stop.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Time is running out! Not to mention Aunt Suzy's five minute window. That could even be over already! I wonder what she's thinking. Today she actually told me she might give me a blowjob sometime soon. And she DID give me a handjob.

Hey. Wait a minute. What did she say earlier today? "Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be precisely what you want." That's it. I'll just say I can't take it anymore and see how she reacts. If worse comes to worst, she can't be THAT mad at me, can she?

Fortune does favor the brave! What the hell, I just have to do it!

Chapter 6

Alan knocked on the bathroom door before he could think of any excuse not to act. "Hey Mom, are you in there?"

"Tiger? Is that you? Yes, I just finished showering."

He opened the door, rushed in and hugged her before she had much chance to react.

"Son?! What are you doing? I'm naked!" He was in luck. Her hair was mostly still wet, even though her body had been dried off. She wore nothing except the towel that was wrapped around her long dark-brown hair that was bunched on top of her head.

"Sorry, Mom, I thought you said you were done showering."

"Yeah, but I'm still drying off! You have to leave this instant!"

"But Mom. You said I should tell you when it gets unbearable, and ... it, um ... got unbearable." He slid his body down until he knelt with one leg so his head rested between her boobs. He regretted the fact that he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but there were limits to his daring. Even freshly showered, her scent was intoxicating to him.

"Already? But Tiger! I just helped you out a few hours ago. You said that would last you a while!"

He was delighted. He was having a conversation while literally talking into his mother's ample cleavage, and although she wasn't happy, she wasn't pushing him away. He wrapped his arms around her and held her by her lower back.

By contrast, her arms fluttered in the air because she didn't know what to do or how to get him away.

"Sorry, Mom, I can't help it! These things can't be controlled. I have raging teenage hormones, and there's no telling when they'll strike. I'm really, really sorry!" His words were muffled because his nose was deep in her cleavage.

"Alan Evan Plummer! Listen to me this instant! I am NOT going to give you a blowjob. That is final. Do you understand? Not even a handjob. You'll just have to fend for yourself. Ron is downstairs! Downstairs, I said!" She shivered at that thought, and her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Do you realize what that means? What if he walked up here right now? It would be the end of our marriage! A total disaster! Please peel yourself off me already!"

He was happy to hear his mother talk, because the longer she talked, the longer he could hold on. And he was partly right about the raging hormones - he really was thinking with the wrong head at the moment. "But Mom! He left to go talk football with Brad a few minutes ago. He'll be gone for hours. And I can't help it. Please, Mom! I need some help. Some assistance! Maybe ... Can I get your attention?"

His hands dropped to her ass and started sensually stroking her bare butt cheeks. Meanwhile he continued to nuzzle his face between her pillowy breasts.

Susan could already feel her arousal growing. Any contact with her breasts tended to make her weak in the knees, and that was happening now. Plus, the way his hands were vigorously exploring her ass cheeks was practically making her climax already.

Without thinking, she clutched at the outer sides of her breasts, helping to push them in towards his face. But she persisted, "Tiger! Please! Get off me. Don't do that! Particularly not in my ass crack. Now isn't the time. And next door is still too close! He could come back at any moment and I might not even hear it. What about Suzanne? Can't you get her help?"

"But she isn't here," he pointed out. "I have needs right now, big needs! My dick is so hard it hurts!" He licked some drops of water off her left boob. His tongue worked its way towards her nipple.

Susan freaked out; she worried that if his mouth made it to her nipple and he started suckling her there, she'd lose all control. She decided she had to disengage from his greedy grasp before that happened. She tried to wiggle away. "Okay. I'll give her a call, since it's such an emergency. Here. Let me go by."

He was about to let her go, but then a thought came to him. "Hey, wait! You can't go yet. You're all wet. Here, let me dry you off." He grabbed a nearby towel.

She said with uncharacteristic sarcasm, "Thanks." But she held her arms up and let him towel her off, even though she wasn't really wet anymore, except for the hair under her towel.

Not surprisingly, he used this as an opportunity to fondle and explore her entire naked body. It was frustrating that he had to use the towel, but he quickly developed a habit of "checking" her skin after he rubbed the towel against it to make sure it had gotten dry.

He also was frustrated because his erection was still trapped in his shorts. But he knew that she remained **** about "helping out," so his main goal was not getting off himself just yet, but lowering her resistance by increasing her arousal. And there was no doubt that his plan was working like a charm, because her lust and passion for him grew by leaps and bounds as he continued drying her off.

The only sign of resistance that she showed was that she kept a hand over her pussy most of the time.

She thought, Typical. Tiger may not realize it, but he's utterly humiliating me! I mean, I just stand here like some kind of sexy nude statue, and he's using this drying process as an excuse to explore every last inch of my body! But what's really shameful is that we both know that there's no good reason why I can't towel myself off, or why I even need to be "dried" in the first place. And yet I just keep standing here silent, letting him do it, I might as well say, "Tiger, play with your busty mommy as long as you like. Treat her as your sex toy, if that makes you happy."

Oh God! I can't think that! It's too hot! And as if that isn't bad enough, he's taking full advantage. My body was pretty much dry to begin with, and it's definitely completely dry now, but does he stop? No! And what is he getting driest of all? My big boobs, of course. Damn that rough towel. Doesn't he know how sensitive my breasts are? If he keeps doing that, he might even make me cum!

And just look at that big dick of his, cruelly trapped in his shorts like that. That's not right! He must be suffering. What kind of uncaring mother am I? Shouldn't I be helping him ... with my mouth?!

Sensing that her resistance was in tatters, she abruptly said, "Okay, that's enough." She grabbed the towel from him and put it aside. (Interestingly enough, she could have wrapped it around her torso, especially since it wasn't really wet, but she didn't.) Then she pushed out of the bathroom like she desperately needed to get fresh air.

He reluctantly let go and watched her walk naked to the telephone that was beside her bed. Man! That's my friggin' mom! What an ASS!

Chapter 7

He went to her bedroom door and locked it. Then he went to her closet, found a pair of red high-heeled shoes, and gave them to her.

She stood there with one hand over her pussy, with her other arm crossed over her nipples. She looked at the heels in confusion. "What am I supposed to do with these?"

He handed her the heels, forcing her to uncover her privates. He gave her his best sad, needy-puppy-dog look.

She couldn't help but shake her head and grin a little. "Oh, very well. I suppose it's better than being COMPLETELY naked."

She took a step towards her bed so she could put her high heels on, but stopped when she felt his hands on her ankles and realized he was down on his knees. Then it dawned on her that he wanted to be the one who put her heels on her feet.

Even though she was fully aware that she was still in her birthday suit, she couldn't resist having her son pamper her like this. She spread her stiff, straight legs, but kept a hand over her pussy, and let him put the high heels on her feet.

Not too surprisingly, he made a production out of this too. He spent as much or more time simply caressing her feet and her lower legs as putting her feet in the heels.

Susan loved it. My goodness! Why am I letting him do this?! I'm so bad! If only it wasn't high heels. I don't know what it is, but lately high heels have gotten strangely thrilling for me. It's like he knows all my weaknesses. I really should at least get him to give me a towel. My pussy is tingling too much, and I have goose bumps all over!

She kept a hand covering her pussy, but that was it. I'm a terrible mother. At the very least, I should be covering my breasts. But I get so very tingly knowing that he's looking at them, and loving them. Lord, help me! And he picked the red heels. Those are my favorites!

Her only concern was that her hand over her pussy could feel a growing wetness. She didn't want him to see rivulets of her arousal flowing down her thighs, so she finally said, "Okay, Tiger. I think that's enough. Is there anything else I need to do, or can I make the call already?"

For some reason he was enjoying remaining silent now that that had started, so he just smiled and shook his head. Then he stood up, stepped back, and returned to his blatant gawking of her backside.

She ostentatiously stretched and preened a little bit before she even thought about picking up the phone. She was fully in her horny mode now, and ready for most anything. Her attitude had changed so much that she was irritated she had to make a call, and she had to think back to figure out who she was supposed to call and for what.

She felt a great sadness when she remembered she was supposed to ask Suzanne to help Alan and his stiff boner. He'd worked her up so much that she thought, Maybe ... maybe I should just help him myself. Somehow, I feel he's going to trick me into **** on his member, no matter what I do. He's just too clever and well hung. But ... oh no! Ron is nearby! I don't care how thick and delicious my son's erection looks. I need to use my willpower and let Suzanne handle things, if only this one time.

Her backside alone was a very impressive sight. Alan rarely got to see all of her back because her long brown hair was usually covering most of it, but since her hair was still up from her shower, he could marvel at her shoulder blades and long, shapely neck. He was so out-of-control horny that the urge to explore her body was almost overwhelming.

She finally picked up the receiver and started dialing Suzanne's number, but then she realized she felt self-conscious calling her best friend while Alan was still ogling her nude form. So she sat on the opposite side of the bed from him. That limited his view of her, but there still was plenty of bare skin for him to enjoy.

"Hello? Suzanne?"

"Yes?"

"We have a problem here. It's about Tiger. He says he needs assistance right away. It's urgent! Can you come over here and lend him a hand?" She blushed as her words sank in, and then corrected herself. "Um, I didn't mean that literally. Well, actually, that is kind of what I do mean, but I didn't mean to say ... Uh, anyway, the point is, you're needed over here. Okay?"

Part of Suzanne's motive for her on-the-fly scheme was to push Alan into becoming more assertive, so she was delighted that he'd done as she had hoped. But of course she acted as if she didn't know anything about it, saying, "Just a second. Call me back on my cell phone."

"But-" Susan found herself listening to a disconnect signal. She glanced over at her son, and saw him still staring at her. She frowned, but didn't say anything to discourage him (since she secretly loved it). Then she rapidly dialed the other number and got Suzanne again. "Suzanne, is that you? What was that about?"

Suzanne replied, "I can't talk about tending to Alan when Brad is in the same room. It's too weird, not to mention dangerous. Anyway, I'm in a safe spot now, so what's up?"

Alan meanwhile had walked around so he could see his favorite part of Susan: her front side.

The way that he blatantly gawked at her made her a little uncomfortable. So she crossed her legs to cover her pussy and put an arm back across her chest. Luckily for Alan, she needed her other hand and arm to hold the phone, and there was far too much tit-flesh for one arm to cover effectively.

She said to Suzanne, "It's Tiger. It's like he's gone crazy. He's standing here with me in my bedroom, and I'm naked and he's not! He's staring at me like he's a starving dog and I'm a raw steak. You have to help!"

Suzanne cooed, "Oooh! That sounds hot."

Susan exclaimed, "He's just taken the towel off my head and he's running a hand through my hair, and he's drying it with his fingers!"

Suzanne said, "Ooooh! Even better! What a considerate boy."

"Considerate? I think it's just an excuse for him to play with my body."

"Sounds sexy! Are you excited?"

Susan was hot as a furnace. The way Alan was devouring her with his eyes was almost unbearable. Her legs kept trying to spread themselves apart. She wanted to thrust her chest out and scream, "Suck on these!" But instead she cried into the phone, "SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! That's irrelevant. By the way, is Ron over there right now?"

"As a matter of fact, he is. I think he's going to be here for quite a while. The men are having a big football pow-wow. Why do you ask?"

"Look, can you come over here right away and take care of my Tiger's big problem?"

Suzanne was having fun teasing Susan a little bit. She could picture Alan standing and staring while Susan squirmed and blushed as she sat while talking naked on the phone, and she figured the longer she could draw that out, the more aroused everyone would get. So she asked, "When you say big problem, are you referring to his big erection?"

Susan winced. "Yes."

"Are you sure he's erect right now?"

Alan was standing right next to Susan by now, so he could just manage to make out what Suzanne was saying to her. Inspired by the question, he adjusted his shorts, causing his erection to poke out the bottom. Because they were short shorts, about half of its length stuck out.

Susan stared and panted, "God, yes!" Her pussy was throbbing and leaking, and she couldn't stop staring at his exposed boner.

"How do you know?" Suzanne prodded. "Are you staring at his fat thickness right in front of you?"

"Yes! YES! I can see a good three or four inches of magnificent man-mea-" She interrupted herself. "But that's not the point! I need your help right away!"

Suzanne wanted to tease Susan a lot more, but she had to be careful when speaking on the phone in her own house, even if she was sure she was in a secure location. So she merely replied, "Okay, sure. But what's the big rush?"

Susan didn't want to admit the real reason: she was so aroused that she feared she wouldn't be able to control herself much longer. She had visions of dropping the phone and lunging forward, tackling Alan to the bed in a mad frenzy to get his shorts off. She nearly screamed, "Please come over NOW!"

Alan meanwhile, had adjusted his shorts so that nearly all of his erection was poking out the bottom edge of his shorts. He was so eager for Susan to "play" that he started stroking it and looking at her expectantly.

He thought this would get her even more aroused, but for once, he misread her. She felt like he was being too pushy and was taking her for granted. She calmed herself, and glared at her son as she said to Suzanne, "You can't wait because Alan is being insistent and demanding like some kind of prima donna."

Suzanne quietly sighed. She could tell that Susan's mood had just taken a turn for the worse. "All right. I'll be right over."

Blaming all her conflicted emotions and raging desires on her son, Susan vented at him in the guise of speaking to Suzanne. "Thanks. Thanks a million. Isn't he something else? You should've seen his impetuous and spoiled behavior today. Frankly I'm disappointed in him. He needs to learn how to control himself and respect others."

The words hit him like a bucket of ice water. Suddenly shamed, he hung his head as if all the spirit had been sucked out of him. No longer listening closely, he couldn't hear Suzanne, but he heard Susan say, "I know. I know ... Okay ... Well, I'll see you soon."

Then she hung up.

Now she could finally cover her ample chest with both arms, and did so. She chided, "Okay, Son, Suzanne will be over soon. Are you happy? We're lucky she happens to be available on such short notice. You've been rude to both of us and, had your father been here, it could have been disastrous for us all. This is exactly the sort of unthinking, selfish, reckless behavior which I was afraid of, so I hope you feel proud of yourself. Can you please give me some privacy now?"

He dropped his head even lower. His erection could no longer be seen because it had shriveled up, retracting back into his shorts. "Sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry. Please tell her she doesn't have to come over. Really. Please. She can't help now, 'cos whatever mood I was in, it died for good."

He started to walk off to his room with his body slumped down and head bowed like he was headed to his own execution. But he paused, turned, and said with sincere anguish, "Mom, I'm sorry for being pushy and invading your privacy. But having to do it six times a day, it's not easy! I wish you wouldn't hate me and say such hurtful things. I can't help my condition." He turned and kept walking.

Now Susan felt bad. "Wait!"

He froze just as he was about to reach her bedroom door.

She stood up and walked towards him while still attempting to keep her pussy and nipples covered. "I'm sorry I was so harsh, Tiger. But you have to understand, there's a time and a place for everything. What were you thinking? All I can help you with are the abnormality checks, once a week. The rest of the time, Suzanne may be able to help here and there, but let's have some perspective. Your problem is hardly the most important thing in the world. You're forgetting about other people and what's important to them."

He hated disappointing his mother more than just about anything. He couldn't bear to even look her way and had to fight the urge not to break down and cry. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me. It's just that I love you so much. And I look at you and get so aroused, I really don't know what to do! I mean, how many boys have gorgeous mothers with big G-cup breasts?" Since she'd just put her glasses back on, he added, "Or your unbelievably beautiful face behind those sexy glasses?"

She put her hands on her hips, (mostly) forgetting she was buck naked, and exposing both her pussy and nipples in the process. "Wait a minute. You're really laying it on thick. My glasses are not sexy!"

"They are to me!" he exclaimed with obvious sincerity. "Because they're YOUR glasses. And I don't know how they measure asses, or backs, or feet, or smiles, but whatever part of your body they'd measure, it would get a perfect score! How can I handle that?! You're just too hot for me not to want you!" Yet, even though he was obviously appraising her perfect nude body, he wasn't that horny. He made a few sobbing sounds as it became more difficult for him not to burst into tears. He again started to walk away.

Susan rushed to him. Coming at him from behind, she covered him in a big hug. "Awww, my cutie Tiger. That's so sweet. Mommy isn't mad at you. Don't cry." She gently rocked his body with hers as if she were rocking a baby crib. "Don't cry," she purred as her voice grew softer.

His urge to cry did in fact fade as he felt her love pouring into him via her tender hug. He started to feel a lot better all over. In fact, in less than half a minute his erection sprang back to life, thanks to the way her naked body was all over his like an octopus, and in particular how her huge, soft boobs pressed into his back.

Then things got much, much better when she turned him around while continuing the hug so she could make eye contact with him. Her big globes continued to press into him, but against his chest now. She admitted, "I'm sorry for being so harsh. I meant what I said, but I have to admit that I expressed my feelings too harshly because I was afraid I couldn't control myself around you, and I wanted to scare you off. So don't feel too bad, okay?"

He nodded. He also casually brought his hands to her ass cheeks and lightly rested them there.

She continued to lecture him, but in soothing tones. "Tiger, I love you, but don't forget the boundaries, okay? If you really need some visual stimulation from me, I suppose that's okay, but you can't just wander into my private bathroom and ask for assistance any time you like, like you're some kind of lord! Especially not when Ron is nearby. That's insanity. If he's anywhere in California, that's far too close for me, because he could never understand the complexities of why you need certain highly unusual types of help. And to start touching yourself while I'm talking on the phone, expecting me to take over, that's not right either. I don't mean to be rude, and I love hugging you like this, but you really need to go now. I'm afraid, even when he's next door. That's too close!"

"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I'll go."

"Do you still want me to send Suzanne over?"

"No thanks. Tell her sorry, but-"

With perfect timing, they heard the front door open and close. They realized that it must be Suzanne since Katherine and Amy had left a few minutes earlier to go meet friends at the mall, and Ron usually used the back door and gate to visit the Pestridge home.

"There she is," Susan said. Her hard nipples continued to poke into Alan's T-shirt. "She's interrupted her time with her son just to help you out, so can't you at least try to be accommodating? It would be good if she could stroke or suck you a nice long time, since Akami says that's medically necessary. But more importantly, she can help you have a lovely, spermy climax."

His arousal was growing, despite the fact that his mood was conflicted. He found his erection pressed hotly and firmly against Susan's thigh, just as if his shorts weren't there at all. "I don't know, Mom. I can't just turn it on and off at will, you know."

She giggled. "But it's definitely 'on' right now, isn't it? You're such a BIG boy," she purred sexily and pulled him in a little closer, causing his boner to slip up her skin.

He said honestly, "That's all 'cos of you, Mom. When I leave this room, I don't know ... I'll probably lose it. I still feel bummed about what I did."

"Well, don't feel too bad. Just respect the boundaries and everything will be fine. I'll tell you what: if you're good in the next day or two, I promise I'll help you out with my hands even before next Tuesday's abnormality check. How's that for inspiration?"

His face lit up with a big smile. "Wow, Mom! Awesome! You're so great." He hugged her tighter, freely running his hands over her bare ass in the process.