Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown: Part 2

Chapter 4

It only took a minute for Susan to put her high heels on. She still wasn't exactly sure why she needed them, but Suzanne had been touting high heels so much lately that she felt better and sexier having them on. And she saw the hungry way Alan looked at her when she wore them (though to be honest he looked at her like he was a starving man and she was an eight-course dinner nearly all the time, no matter what she was wearing).

However, she hesitated before leaving her room. She paced around, thinking, I don't know. I just don't know! It's true I need to check if this top looks improper, but Suzanne's been acting so strange lately. If I go in there, there's no telling just WHAT kind of lewd and licentious behavior might be going on! She could be stroking his lovely member, or blowing it, or, or ... worse!

And since when did Tiger get total say over what I can wear? I sure wish I would have understood that when I agreed to this no panties rule. I guess it's too late now. I just hope he doesn't **** the rule. I mean, we also could be eating as a family at dinner, with Ron there too, and Tiger could just announce out of the blue, "Mom. Strip. Now." And then I'd have to stand up and take all my clothes off! Ron would see I hadn't been wearing any underwear in the first place. It would just be like some of my dreams lately, which is definitely not a good thing. And what could I say to my husband then? The worst part of it is that I know the whole thing would get me so uncontrollably horny that I'd probably drop to my knees and stuff my son's monstrous member deep down my throat, even if he didn't ask me to!

Oh dear. I'm getting all wet again. That's another problem with this no undies rule. I'm staining all my clothes and just about every chair I sit on. I'm going to have to ask Suzanne what to do about that.

What if she says the solution is to just go completely bare assed and sit only on plastic chairs? God, that makes me so HOT! My bare pussy would be creaming just about everywhere I go! Heck, it already is; the only difference would be going naked all the time, which means Tiger would be fondling my breasts more often. Heck, even that wouldn't be so different, the way he's always talking me out of my clothes. Oh! So hot!

I really should wait and calm down before I go in there. I'm burning up from head to toe. At the very least, I should wait until my breasts stop heaving like this. But on the other hand, the longer I wait, the more likely it is that Suzanne will have started doing something sinful and naughty.

She decided to breathe deeply and count slowly to ten before leaving her room. However, that hardly helped at all, and she was panting with excitement before she even reached Alan's door.

She knocked. "Tiger? You in there?"

"Yeah, Mom!" he shouted back.

Suzanne doubted anyone could hear a reasonably quiet voice through the door, but even so she whispered at a nearly inaudible level just to be safe, "Sweetie, that's her. Finally. Now, I don't want to plot with you, but just keep in mind it would be a good thing if you could steer the conversation around to ordering her to take her clothes off."

"What?!" he whispered back incredulously. Between Suzanne saying that and the way she was lapping around his cockhead, he worried he'd cum in the next minute and spook Susan in the process.

Suzanne quickly added, "Oh, and if she complains that things are 'terribly improper, ' point out that you're wearing your T-shirt."

"Huh?"

"Shhhh!"

"Can I come in?" Susan asked through the door. "Are you decent?"

Alan spoke loudly so she could hear. "Um, pretty much."

Susan cautiously opened the door. She gasped in surprise at the sight of Suzanne kneeling before him while lovingly stroking his slippery erection. But what really got her pussy throbbing was seeing Suzanne's head bent down and alternately licking and blowing on it too.

"Suzanne! What's going on here?!"

Suzanne was grateful Susan had taken some extra minutes to arrive, because that gave her the excuse to say what she did. "What does it look like?" She smiled, as calm as could be. "Just helping Sweetie with his problem. You took so long that I didn't think you were coming. Do you mind?"

"D-d-d-d-do I mind?" Susan's eyes were fixated on Alan's firm erection. Suzanne had cleverly positioned herself to make sure Susan had a good view from the door.

Susan's anger morphed into a too-long suppressed hunger for cock. After nearly a minute, a very long minute, she snapped out of it enough to reply, "Yes! Of course I mind!"

Suzanne's hands were steadily sliding all over Alan's dick while she waited for an answer. Then she finally deigned to look up at Susan and calmly asked, "And why should that be?" Even as she talked, she kept blowing on his bulbous crown.

Alan just kept his head low and tried to stay out of any argument.

However, Susan turned on him. "Son, you said you were decent?! You call this decent?! This is, this is ... just ... terribly improper!"

He almost laughed, since Suzanne had all but predicted that she'd say almost those exact words. He looked down at himself. "Well, I am still wearing a T-shirt. I would be pretty decent if it wasn't for what Aunt Suzy's doing to me." It was a lame answer, but Suzanne had told him to say it. Besides, he couldn't come up with anything better since the blood had left his brain, heading south, due to what Suzanne was doing to him at that moment.

There was another pause. Susan was too transfixed by the handjob to think. Finally, she nervously asked, "Suzanne, what if it wasn't me who walked in? I mean, what I mean is, what if it had been my husband, or Angel, or, or, or ... your daughter Amy who had walked in here? Especially my husband?! What would you have said?"

"That wouldn't have happened," Suzanne replied matter-of-factly while she continued to lazily stroke and blow air on Alan's rod. She didn't even particularly look in Susan's direction or seemingly pay much attention to her presence. "I knew it would be you. Remember how you spoke through the door? Obviously if it was someone else, I would have stopped and taken the proper precautions. Now, did you have a question to ask? Have you forgotten what you came in here for?"

Suzanne returned her gaze to the hard dick right in front of her face, and caressed it lovingly. She let out a particularly big breath of air onto Alan's spongy cockhead, causing him to shiver all over.

Susan found herself walking further into the room. The fear of getting caught gave her the presence of mind to at least close and lock the door behind her. She closed her eyes and said, "Um, I just won't look." She walked to the stereo and turned the music way down, to the point that it might as well have been turned off. "What have I told you about playing your rock and roll music so loud?" she complained in a very typically mothering way.

The song currently playing was "In the Midnight Hour" by Wilson Pickett. Alan wanted to point out that was actually soul, not rock, but he knew Susan didn't know and didn't care. She'd been raised so traditionally that she still had a lingering sense that rock music was somehow immoral.

Susan cleared her throat and continued, "Anyway, Son, if you could tear your attention away from, uh..." She coughed nervously as she gawked at the handjob a few feet in front of her. "Um, in any case, the reason I came in was to ask you a question. Do you notice anything unusual about the way I'm dressed?"

He had been luxuriating in Suzanne's ministrations so much that he hadn't been paying much attention to Susan's appearance after noticing that she was wearing her frumpy old-styled clothes. But now he gave her a more thorough visual examination.

The first thing he noticed was that Susan's chest was heaving up and down so much that it was almost like she was jumping slightly. He saw her hard nipples poking out and knew immediately that she was braless. He decided she was worth checking out after all.

Before he said anything, Susan asked, "Do you think ... Er ... What do you think Ron would think of this outfit?"

He knew that Susan wanted a certain answer, but he didn't know what it was. He wished Suzanne could have clued him in a bit more, after all. He decided to use the old psychologist trick of stalling for time by answering a question with a question. "What do YOU think?"

Susan found herself staring at him again, and her eyes ended up glued to his crotch. Belatedly realizing this, she turned away and said, "I can't do this. I'd better come back later when you two are done. How can I hold a conversation with you when you're ... you're ... doing you-know-what?!"

"Doing what?" Suzanne asked with false cluelessness. She talked in an exaggeratedly breathy manner, which meant every word she said nearly popped Alan's cork. She wanted to alternate that with licks as well, but she was restraining herself so as to not freak out Susan too much, and out of concern that Alan would cum too soon.

"You know what I mean!" Susan pointed with her finger at Alan's crotch. "That! Your hand is pumping ... Your fist is around his ... Sliding up and down and up and down and ... and ... And your tongue doing ... Breathy ... You know! His thing!" Her words came out more like panting.

"What thing?" Suzanne loved to play dumb.

"His member. His penis! You know - his great big pumping and throbbing ... Well, his erection!" Susan was bug-eyed now as she blatantly stared at where Suzanne was stimulating her son. Her chest was heaving even more than before, if such a thing was possible. It was as if she were jogging in place, yet her legs kept mostly still, aside from some nervous shifting back and forth. It was caused just from all her panting plus her lack of breast support.

Alan was glancing occasionally at his mother, whose braless voluptuousness was raising his level of excitement even higher.

Suzanne was nonchalant. "Oh. His erection. If you feel that way, then fine. I'll just finish up here, then, so we can talk after that. Or would you rather that I stop and you take over? My hands are getting so tired. It seems his penis is insatiable."

Susan licked her lips unconsciously and her eyes opened even wider. "Um, no, you can finish."

"Oh goody! That's so generous of you to give me his sweet, sweet love nectar. Sweetie, are you ready to cum?"

"Oh, yes!" was all a barely-coherent Alan could manage in reply.

Suzanne began to rub him more vigorously, especially right on his sweet spot. Since he had been on the edge of an orgasm so long, it didn't take him much to cross over. "Then be a dear, Sweetie, and cum. Did you hear your mother? She wants you to cum for her!"

His loud grunts and the pained look on his face indicated he'd blow within seconds.

Suzanne tried to think of where he should deposit his cum, but realized there wasn't a good place that would satisfy Susan's prudish side. "Quick, Susan, where should he cum?" she finally asked.

Susan was still transfixed, her eyes still wide open. At first the question didn't even register. Then she started thinking about all the places she would want it on herself. The chest is good. I remember when he splashed a big sticky rope right on my left nipple. Tiger loves that I'm his big-titted mommy! But the face is better. And the mouth! Right in the mouth! To guzzle it all down!

Susan was so busy fantasizing that she didn't actually say anything out loud.

There was no time for feedback in any case. Suzanne cried out, "Too late! Sweetie, aim for my face!"

Alan's load shot towards Suzanne's face from several inches away. His hot semen zoomed straight towards her cheek like a rocket, splashing against her skin.

But after the first two shots of cum squirted out, Suzanne opened her mouth wide and quickly redirected his aim with her hand so that his cum mostly ended up inside her gaping maw instead.

Susan thought, So IMPROPER! even as she licked her lips hungrily and had to staunch a buildup of saliva. She was thinking that if she'd been in Suzanne's shoes, she would have had all of Alan's cockhead in her mouth and been bobbing frantically on it to help make sure she coaxed every last little bit of cum out of him.

Suzanne closed the distance until her mouth was almost on his prick, like she had leaned into a drinking fountain for a delicious, cool drink. She moaned extra lustily, for Susan's benefit. She took most of the rest of his many ropes without making much more of a mess.

"There, that wasn't so messy, was it?" Suzanne said as she stood up and faced Susan. She smiled at her friend as she ran her fingers over her face, swept up Alan's gobs of cum, and slowly sucked them into her mouth. She repeatedly licked her fingers like she was cleaning them of a delicious sauce. However, she made sure to leave her face quite cummy.

Susan's mouth just opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. She unconsciously clenched her legs together because her pussy pulsed with a mind of its own. She staggered backwards and propped herself against a wall. Then she climaxed, despite being fully dressed and not touching her privates. Although she was able to remain silent, her entire body spasmed and trembled.

Chapter 5

Suzanne noticed the climax, but pretended that she hadn't. Not giving Susan any chance to recover, she said to her, "Okay, now that that's done, you can ask your question."

"What? Oh ... Question?" She was out of it. She'd been swept away in a raging river of lust and still hadn't found her bearings to come back to shore.

Alan was wiped out as well, but he decided he'd better keep the conversation going before Susan fully recovered from what was an obvious orgasm, and possibly slipped back into her prudish mode. He said, "Mom, you were asking me about your outfit. Did I think Ron would like it. Sure. Why wouldn't he like it?"

Flustered and still panting, she asked, "No. I meant, is there anything odd that Ron might notice?"

"Oh. You mean, like the way you're not wearing any underwear?"

Susan gasped in horror. "You noticed?!"

He was surprised Susan could think there was any question in the matter. He started to reply, "Well..." But then he remembered Suzanne's suggestion that he order Susan to take her clothes off. He didn't understand what that was about, but he knew Suzanne's suggestions led to good things. Plus, he was always delighted to see Susan naked, even if he'd just climaxed and his dick at least couldn't respond to it as much as usual.

He didn't have the heart to order her around, but he said, "At least, that's what I'm guessing. But you need to prove it. Why don't you take it all off so we can see if you are or not?"

Susan's hands reflexively flew up to her chest. "You want me to take my clothes off?! All of them?"

Alan looked at Suzanne, who gave him an encouraging nod. He turned back to Susan and grinned. "Yeah." It wasn't exactly an order, but it was about as close to one as the polite Alan could get with his mother.

Susan's hands trembled as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Meanwhile, she said angrily, "I don't know WHAT'S going on around here. Everywhere I look, there's stroking and sucking and nudity. Sinfulness and hard cocks and depravity at every turn! What would my husband think if he could see me now? Answer me that! Are you happy? Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Well, I hope you're happy, because I think I just about have!"

But while she sounded angry, her body told a different story. She was taking her clothes off under duress, but at the same time with enthusiasm. She had a pained and fierce look on her face, but she also had an extra wiggle in her hips, and an extra proud up-thrust to her chest.

After opening her blouse wide to expose her huge tits, she left the blouse on loosely. Then she turned around, pulled her skirt up, and thrust her ass up in the air. Swaying her ass back and forth provocatively, she complained, "Look! I'm not wearing any undies! No panties, no bra. Are you satisfied? Can I end this degrading humiliation now?"

He didn't like to hear words like "degrading humiliation" from his mother and was going to tell her to stop. He completely missed the fact that she was getting off on it.

However, Suzanne was still sitting before him while also watching the spectacle, and she sensed his concerned mood. She immediately grabbed his arm so that he looked at her and she caught his eye. Knowing what he was thinking, she shook her head no.

Then Suzanne spoke for him. "Susan, Sweetie here told you to take your clothes off. I think that was a clear command. And look! I can hardly believe it, but he's hard YET AGAIN! This is the third time in less than an hour! See what you do to him?"

Alan didn't feel like he was commanding anyone to do anything, and he didn't want his mother feeling bad, much less humiliated. So he said encouragingly, "Yeah, Mom. I can't believe it either, but it's true. You make me so stiff, all the time. I love how you're so willing to help me out. Thanks for always being so helpful."

It was true: his dick had gotten stiff again with remarkable speed. Suzanne immediately began stroking it, and even though it felt ultra-sensitive at the moment, he was so incredibly aroused from the entire situation that he didn't care. His dick was quite wet from cum and saliva, and Suzanne made sure to slosh her fingers around so that there was no way Susan could miss the loud, wet sounds or not realize what they meant.

"Well, I'm trying," Susan muttered. She stood back up. She took her blouse the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. That left just her short skirt, which was pulled way up leaving her ass exposed. But now she was facing Alan and Suzanne, and she worried about him being able to see all of her pussy once she took her skirt off. She kept her eyes closed for fear of what she might see.

She thought, Just like Daniel, I'm smack dab in the middle of the lion's den! Dear Lord, please give me strength and tell me that's not the sound of Suzanne jacking him off? Oh, but it is! It is! He's just so VIRILE!

She bashfully turned her head away, even though her eyes were already closed. She was painfully aware that she'd pulled her skirt down enough for her bush to be peeking above the top. She asking quietly, "Um, do I have to take this off too?"

Suzanne hoped Alan would be decisive and tell Susan that she had ****, but he didn't say anything. So Suzanne attempted to compensate for his timidity by saying, "When he ordered you to take all your clothes off, did he make a special exception for your skirt? No! Obey your son!"

Susan pulled it down a couple more inches, until her clit came into view. She was blushing as she said, "Are you sure? This covers up a very sensitive area. It would be terribly improper to let my own son see me there."

Suzanne replied, "Don't worry, he's only going to look, not touch."

Susan reluctantly pulled her skirt down a couple more inches, exposing the pink of her pussy lips. Her arms were pressing in tightly, inadvertently causing her big tits to push together and spill forward.

Alan gasped loudly, because just as he was gawking at his mother's newly exposed (and very wet) pussy, Suzanne unexpectedly bent over and took his revived erection in her mouth.

Susan had just decided to get things over with as quickly as possible, so she'd suddenly bent over and pulled her skirt down to her ankles. Unconsciously, she had lingered in that position and even wiggled her hips as she thought about how fat and hard her son's cock would feel sliding through her lips. Hearing Alan gasp brought a smile to her face and a tingle to her pussy, because she assumed that his gasp was in reaction to her sexy display.

But then Alan yelled "OH GOD! JESUS H. CHRIST!"

His voice sounded so impassioned and agonized that Susan was fairly sure it signaled he was cumming. Stepping free of her skirt, she immediately stood back up and opened her eyes to find out what was happening.

She complained, "AGAIN?! SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! Don't you ever take that thing out of your mouth? Please, some dignity! Spare me!" But she was so aroused by what she was seeing that she writhed in place in a very titillating manner. She even had to rest an arm under her rack, her big boobs were bouncing around so much.

Suzanne was just starting to hit a good bobbing rhythm, but she immediately stopped and pulled off. "'Spare me, ' you said? Okay, I'll spare this load for you. It's only fair since I had the last two. Tiger, do you want your mother to finish sucking your cock?"

"Do I ever! Sweetness! Thanks, Mom! You're the best."

Susan stood there naked but for her high heels, now with both arms crossed under her chest in another unconsciously boob-boosting pose. She was trying to be angry, but she was too aroused to do it very well. "Now hold on a minute. You know I can't do that. I'm a married woman! My husband could be home any minute! Oh my goodness, he really could! Suzanne, when is he supposed to be back?"

"You told me not until dinner," Suzanne answered. "You have time for a nice long suck." She stroked Alan's erection with one hand while occasionally licking it with her freakishly long tongue, but at the same time she was pointing it directly at Susan and offering it to her.

Susan exclaimed with indignation, "Suzanne, I forbid this behavior in this house! I forbid it!" But even as she said this, she felt her pussy tingle more urgently. In fact, her whole body tingled with **** arousal, and her nipples in particular demanded to be squeezed and sucked.

She was filled with the desire to throw caution to the wind and fling herself across the room so she could wrap her lips around her son's proud rod. This is the most depraved and sinful sight I've ever seen in my life! Oh God! Oh God! Look at her tongue slobber all over his sweet spot! Mmmm! MMMM! Oh, please! I need to kneel between my son's legs and suck on his big log, just so I won't have to see Suzanne do it! In fact, it's best if I give him a long and loving suck, so ... uh, so we can finish here, and, uh, go back to doing normal, proper things! MMMM! But I can't! What if Ron comes home and sees?!

Suzanne still had a few gobs of cum on her face from Alan's first climax, and a lot more from his second climax. Now that Susan was staring at Suzanne (since her face was still inches from the top of Alan's dick and in fact was either licking or blowing lightly on the very top of his cockhead), she was electrified by seeing all that dripping cum. She wanted to be painted just like that with her son's cum. And if she couldn't have that, at the very least she had the urge to help Suzanne lick the cum off her face. She ran her own hands over her own face, as if feeling for cum gobs there.

Susan thought, It feels so good to be naked in front of my son. Wearing nothing but heels. Suzanne is so right about those; they lift up my ass and make me feel extra sexy. But I really won't feel right until I have his cum in my tummy and more on my face! Then my cutie Tiger will know for sure that I'm his and only his. Wow! Look what she's doing with her tongue! It's like watching a giraffe pull leaves from a tree! It's not human. But it's SO HOT!

Suzanne changed Susan's meaning by correcting, "So basically, you're saying no cocksucking his big, delicious erection in front of you when your husband is in danger of coming home. Fair enough. I can agree to that."

Seeing the hungry look in Susan's eyes, she added, "But what are we going to do about all this cum? As you know, really the only way to get rid of his cum is to eat it. He keeps filling my mouth to the brim. I've got so much cum in my tummy that I feel full. Would you like to take care of the leftovers on my face? I feel greedy eating all of it." She stood up, scooped a big gob of cum off her cheek, and presented the gob-soaked finger to Susan, just as she'd done earlier.

"Um ... No ... Yummy ... No ... I really shouldn't..." Susan blushed a deep red and closed her eyes in embarrassment. She covered her pussy with her hands, and was shocked to feel how wet and swampy she was down there. Her labia pulsed in time to her heartbeat.

"Okay then. More for me!" Suzanne laughed with glee, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She swiped another gob into her mouth and acted so delighted at the taste that it looked like a huge orgasm had hit her.

Susan stared back and forth between Alan's stiff erection (still being held and lightly stroked) and Suzanne's cum-soaked face. With her hands over her pussy, her big urge was to finger herself and reach the next climax that she felt was so close at hand.

But with her last shreds of willpower, she wordlessly opened the door and staggered off to her bedroom. She was almost too weak in the knees to walk, and the hallway seemed to shift around on its own as if she were drunk.

She finally made it to her room, slammed the door shut, and fell to the ground. With a loud cry that Alan and Suzanne could easily hear, she plunged three fingers into her hot box and got the orgasmic satisfaction she so desperately needed.

Then she got up to cool herself off with a cold shower. As her orgasmic high faded, feelings of shame and humiliation welled up. She realized with embarrassment that she'd left her blouse and skirt on the floor of Alan's bedroom, and prayed that Suzanne would take care of that before Ron found them. She was too frightened to go back to that room, for fear of losing control.

After Susan left, Suzanne was all smiles. She licked her way all around the head of Alan's dick a couple of times, looking up into his eyes. "Good job, Sweetie. That went just as I'd hoped. Now we've got all these inches of cock to take care of. So very many inches of mouth-watering fuck-meat! Whatever will I do with them?"

Showing remarkable agility, she wrapped her long tongue halfway around his shaft and stroked it up and down, just like it was a finger.

He groaned and sighed contentedly as Suzanne unleashed her incredible oral talents on him. He was a little frustrated that she didn't allow him to touch her big tits while she was doing him, but other than that, life was great.

A minute later, he shot his load onto Suzanne's face. As he did so, he made sure to scream as loudly as he could. He rarely did that, but he'd seen that his door was still partly open and he figured Susan would be able to hear him from her bedroom down the hall.

She did. She was lying naked on her bed, masturbating furiously when she heard his orgasmic cry. It was faint, since she'd closed her door, but it was audible. Oh! Oh! Tiger! That's it, Son! Shoot a creamy load on Suzanne's face and tits! Show her who's who and what's what! Oh yes! Mmmm! Put her in her place, like you're putting me in mine! MMMM! God, it's so good!

When Suzanne had squeezed the last drop of cum from Alan's prick, she got up quickly. "Sorry, Sweetie. I hate to suck and run, but I've got something to show someone."

He was woozy from **** sexual satiety, but he managed to say, "You wouldn't."

"I would!" She winked saucily.

He gasped between pants, "Your face ... It's ... it's covered!"

"I know!" She stepped to where he had a mirror on a wall, and looked at herself. "Aaaah, would you look at that? The better part of three cummy loads. Susan will love this!"

Shaking himself free of his post-orgasmic daze, he said, "Aunt Suzy, sometimes you push too hard. Give my mom a break, please. You've got her hot as an oven already; anything more will be overkill."

Suzanne replied, "But if I push her harder, she'll get over her indecisiveness that much quicker, which in turn will cure her profound unhappiness that much sooner."

"Maybe, maybe not. I think she needs a break."

"Okay. For you, Sweetie. Maybe you have a point."

So Suzanne went to the bathroom across the hall to wash herself clean, then left without seeing Susan again. But she was extremely disappointed that she'd passed on the opportunity. Maybe it was a mistake to let Sweetie in on my plans. He's just such a kind and loving softie. But one never gets anywhere without pushing people out of their comfort zone. I think it's better if I don't tell him much in advance and instead just surprise him. He'll probably enjoy things more that way anyway.

Chapter 6

That evening, Ron came home at the expected dinner time and the whole Plummer family ate Susan's homemade vegetarian "meatloaf".

In the end, Susan had spoken to Alan after Suzanne had left, and she'd basically begged him to let her wear a bra and panties while Ron was there. He'd given her permission. She felt relieved about that, but ironically it didn't help reduce her arousal much. Even though she was fully dressed, she kept imagining what it would be like to not have any underwear on when she was around Ron.

What if Tiger made me go without my undies right now? He could do that. He even made me strip completely while Suzanne licked his member! Would Ron notice the way my big tits are bouncing around without a bra? I mean, uh, if I didn't have a bra on I'd feel so naked. I keep forgetting. But would Ron care? What kind of humiliating things might Tiger "****" me to do around him? There's just no telling. What if Tiger makes me crawl under the table and makes me suck him, right in the middle of one of Ron's long, boring monologues? Gaawwwd, that's so hot! Uh, I mean distressing! Distressing!

She was so distracted and fidgety that everyone made note of it, even Ron. Her biggest problem was that she simply couldn't get the image of Suzanne licking Alan's boner out of her head. Even when she closed her eyes, it was like it was burned on her retinas.

But after dinner, Ron immediately left the house to go to another party which some of his business partners would also be attending. Susan was obliged to at least make a token appearance. She really didn't want to do it, but Suzanne knew of her plight and promised to go with her. Suzanne figured that's what best friends did for each other. Besides, if the other guests were boring business people, as expected, at least she and Susan could talk to each other.

Knowing that Susan and Suzanne would be out all evening, Alan and Katherine both had plans to be with their friends.

Suzanne came over just after everyone but Susan had left. The ostensible plan was that she and Susan would pick out what clothes to wear and then leave together for Ron's party. But Suzanne was in no hurry to go to the party, and she knew Susan wouldn't be either, so she wanted to use the time to build on what Susan had seen earlier in the day, to get Susan even more sexually lusting for her son. Suzanne had realized that every time Susan had an intense sexual experience with Alan, there was always a backlash. But she was getting better at being there at the right time and talking with her extensively to minimize the intensity of it.

The truth was, Suzanne could talk Eskimos into buying refrigerators, and then sell them some snow to put in them. Because Susan trusted Suzanne implicitly, she didn't even comprehend what was happening. For instance, that morning Susan had woken with a vague understanding that all the females frequenting the Plummer house would try not to wear underwear, to help Alan with visual stimulation. By the time Suzanne was done with her post-dinner talk, Susan was convinced that Alan had issued an ironclad order that gave him complete control over what she could or could not wear. To wear underwear without getting permission, at least from Suzanne, or better, Alan, had now become all but unthinkable.

But no matter what Suzanne said or did, she still had huge hurdles to overcome. It was like the myth of Sisyphus, who was condemned by the gods to roll a boulder up a mountain, only to have it roll down, after which he'd have to start all over again. Susan believed in her heart that **** and adultery were wrong, so while Suzanne could get Susan to lose control for a little while, Susan's underlying guilt simply would not go away.

This distressed Suzanne, because she genuinely wanted her best friend to be happy. She felt that curing her from what she secretly thought of as Susan's "religious mumbo-jumbo beliefs" was the key to Susan's happiness, and she longed to finally unchain Susan's sexuality and let it loose, to live a sexually uninhibited life similar to her own. She vowed to keep pushing and pushing until she could make a permanent change in Susan's psyche, using Susan's lust for her son as the main lever.

They switched topics and discussed a range of non-sexual issues for a while. Then Suzanne pointed out, "It won't be long now until your husband leaves."

"I know. Friday. Yet another short trip." After a long pause, Susan admitted, "You know, I can't say I'll be sad to see him go, especially after finding out about his cheating. In fact, I'm counting the days. By the way, just how are you so sure about that? He's my husband, and now that the initial shock is over, I think it's only fair that you tell me."

Suzanne didn't want to tell Susan the whole truth; she knew Susan still wasn't ready for that. But she decided to tell her a mostly true account of some of it. "Well, as you know, I've cheated on my husband for years now. And maybe there's truth in the saying that it takes one to know one. I could just tell. His sexual neglect of you, for instance, was such a huge sign. So finally, I decided to check my suspicions. I figured what he was doing took place out of town, since he's so rarely in town in the first place. So I did a little snooping around your house - sorry about that, by the way - and I found some of his old cell phone bills. There were lots of phone calls overseas, and I'm sure you never gave the numbers on them a second thought."

"No, of course not. He has to call people all over the world as part of his work."

"I know. But I called up a few of the Thailand ones at random using a wrong number type ruse. Can you think of any reason why he has to call massage parlors?"

Susan held her hands over her open mouth and gasped. "Really?!"

"Would I lie to you?" Remembering all her recent lies to her best friend, she said, "Well, okay, to tell the truth I do tell little white lies here and there. But I would never lie about something like this, I swear to God. We can even go to the den and look, because I'm sure there are more bills that'll show the same. The thing is, he knows how trusting you are, so he's sloppy. He hardly even bothers to cover his tracks."

"How long have you known?"

"Well, to be honest, I've all but known for years. Your marriage has just been so ... off. But I didn't actually check the phone bills until shortly after he left last time. That was what? Nine months ago?"

"What?! If you suspected that for so long, why didn't you tell me until last Monday?!"

"Well, I thought about it, but the fact was I didn't think you were ready. Think how devastated you would have been. But then, when your son's medical treatment started, that changed things. And when Ron unexpectedly came back, that **** my hand. I wasn't going to let you sleep with him after he's been to God only knows how many skanky massage parlors. Frankly, I don't even like the idea of you kissing him. You really should be keeping yourself for your hunky son."

"What does Tiger's medical treatment have to do with it?"

Finding out about Ron's cheating had been a gating factor in Suzanne's decision to launch the six-times-a-day scheme in the first place. Knowing that, she no longer had to feel bad if she broke up Susan's marriage, and she knew Susan would need a replacement right away. Luckily, Alan had turned eighteen recently, and that was the last piece that had needed to fall into place before her scheme could go forward.

But she couldn't explain any of that. Instead, she again gave a limited selection of true statements. "Susan, think about how crushed you would have been if you had found out about this nine months ago. I know you. You would have been absolutely devastated. Even a week or two ago, it would have been really bad. But now, I tell you these things, and you're hurt and disappointed, yes, but it wasn't that big a deal, considering your two decades of marriage. You hardly even cried. Why?"

"You're right. But I don't know why."

Suzanne explained confidently, "Because you've found a new mate in Alan. You're a very giving person. You find satisfaction in helping and serving. True, your Tiger and you already loved each other, but now you have a new vital connection with him. Remember what I said about how handjobs and blowjobs can serve as a bonding mechanism? The more sticky, creamy loads your son shoots down your throat, the more the love between you grows. Every time he splatters his potent seed all over your face, that love grows. And whenever he blasts on your heaving breasts, that love grows still more. I've been waiting for that new bond to strengthen before hitting you with my so-depressing evidence."

Susan thought about that for a while. Then she said, "I suppose there's some truth in what you're saying. I do feel this new bonding, and it has helped me quickly get over Ron's cheating. But the whole thing is messed up, because Tiger is my SON! And I'm still married! I mean, it's not like I can divorce Ron and marry him, so all of this is lunacy. It's a mirage! It's like ... I lost something real with Ron, and I'm clinging to a mirage of a lifeboat to save me!"

Seeing that Susan was starting to get despondent and was even on her way to becoming hysterical, Suzanne cut in. "It's not like that at all! Your marriage to Ron is the mirage. It's fake - all show, no go. The love between you and Sweetie is what's real. I've cried inside watching you try for years - YEARS - to make a real emotional connection with a man who was only interested in you as a symbol of a wife! He doesn't appreciate you and he never will. I don't have to argue that, because you know I'm right."

Susan fought back tears. "True, maybe there's some truth there, but I made a marriage vow way back when to stick with him for better or for worse. It's my bad luck that I'm stuck with the worse part."

"Bullshit! When he cheated on you so much he made that marriage contract null and void. I'm not going to let you quietly suffer the rest of your life. I care for you! Am I not your best friend? Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"Yes you are, and no, not often. Actually, practically never."

"Well then, trust me. Everything is going to work out, I promise. In fact, I feel better about your future now than I ever have before. There's a sexy new Susan coming to life, and I think she's great!"

"You do?" Susan pouted. "I don't know about that. The sinful new Susan, maybe. The shame of the family, bound straight to Hell or prison, unable to look herself in the eye. Slutty Susan, is more like it." Sighing, she said, "No wonder Ron cheats on me. I'm a hopeless case."

"Susan, may I remind you that Ron effectively abandoned you, AND started cheating on you, years and years before the sexy new Susan showed up? You should be proud of yourself! You've had misplaced loyalties and now things are coming together like they should be."

Susan sighed. "Well, Ron may be slutting it up with half of Thailand, but unfortunately I can't do much about it. I'm just a typical God-fearing homemaker. Angel and Tiger are poised to go to good colleges, and these days that'll cost a couple of hundred thousand dollars. Where is the money going to come from, if not from Ron?"

"Don't you remember what I told you before? You don't have to worry about any of that. And if worse comes to worst with money, I'll be there for you." Suzanne grasped her best friend's hand and squeezed it tightly. "We're a team, aren't we?"

Susan squeezed back, but without much enthusiasm. "Thanks. We are." She added with more spirit, "You're such a good friend. Where would I be without you?" Then she lifted her head hopefully. "Do you think ... Is there any chance all those massage parlor visits could just be really to get a massage?"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. Ironically, as far as she had learned, the visits WERE just to get massages (although she couldn't be sure). However, she was trying to break the bad news slowly, and she figured that to reveal Ron was having serious and long-lasting affairs would be more emotionally damaging than visits to prostitutes. So she said, "Susan, I don't know for sure. But this is Bangkok we're talking about. It's the sex tourism capital of the world. Most of the girls in those massage parlors don't even know HOW to give a massage. I'm gonna make sure an investigator gets all the evidence you need, although that'll take time. But believe me, it's bad enough already. I know things that you don't want to know, and he cheated on you. Sorry."

Susan looked extremely pained, and her heart hurt. "Dammit!"

"Hey!" Suzanne said brightly. "I've got an idea. When we're down in the dumps, what better way to pick ourselves up than play dress-up?"

"Dress up? I've never played dress-up with you," Susan said, forgetting that she'd done it with Suzanne recently. "Or anyone else for that matter. In fact, I've been doing far too much dressing down lately."

"That was the old Susan, the prudish Susan. The sexy new Susan just loves playing dress-up. Basically, we'll go to your room and try on some clothes. I'll bring over a big bunch of mine, and you can try those on too, since we're the exact same size in everything."

"And?" Susan complained. "So what if we do?"

"The goal is to find some really sexy outfits that'll make Sweetie especially hot and hard. Then we can wear some of the less revealing ones to this party tonight, since we need to make an appearance for that anyway."

Susan frowned. "Oh yes. The party. I'd all but forgotten about that."

"Well, don't worry about it much. We don't have to be there for a couple of hours. And we certainly don't have to stay long; just long enough for Ron to show you off to the people he needs to impress. You know, the usual routine. Don't dress for the party or your husband. Let's get sexy playing dress-up for your SON!"

Susan was still frowning. "I don't know. Ron still IS my husband, and your allegations against him are still unproven. I should show him some respect."

"Fine. Respect him all you want. Make this token party appearance, just like a dutiful wife. But when he's not here, your main duty is helping your son with his medical crisis. Just think. When Ron leaves town soon, and you know he will, you're going to want to dress more sexily than the kind of clothes you're wearing now, right?"

"Yeah, sure, but within moderation. I'm not going to get carried away like I did before."

"Fair enough. But you will need to wear new things, especially since it's not just up to you what you're going to wear anymore. What if Sweetie says to you, 'Mom, I want you to wear something so hot that just one glance at you will make me cum in my shorts.' What would you wear?"

"I don't know," Susan said, newly alarmed at not having anything anywhere near that sexy to wear.

"Well, let's go upstairs and figure it out. You know these friends of Ron and how he gets when he starts drinking. He won't miss us. It's not even seven, and he won't blink an eye if we don't get to the party until nine, or even ten or later."

So they went to Susan's bedroom and tried on some clothes. At first, Susan remained depressed and disengaged, but Suzanne slowly got her to loosen up. Knowing that Alan was the key to Susan's new sexuality, Suzanne kept the focus on Alan and talked in increasingly explicit terms about him.

With their goal already being to get him hard, she began describing the clothes they tried on in terms of how it would affect his penis. For instance, she called a great outfit "an extra incher" for making his erection grow an extra inch more than normal, and a really great outfit was an "extra two-incher."

Suzanne also brought a bottle of red wine along, and she made sure Susan drank her fair share. Before long, the clothes chosen grew more daring. Soon they were taking their underwear off and on as much as their outer clothes.

Suzanne kept coming up with more explicit terminology to discuss the clothes. For instance, after one outfit looked especially good on Susan, she said, "Girl, he'll definitely fill your mouth with cum after seeing that one!" After another even sexier one, she fanned herself and said, "That's an extra two-incher, for sure! He's gonna squirt a whole gallon of sticky goo down your throat, if you wear that!"

Susan found herself getting into it, helped by the fact that she felt a constant erotic buzz. She ate up all the compliments. She decided that she absolutely loved playing dress-up.

By and by, the fact that they were naked more often than clothed ceased to bother her, and she would take the outfits on and off quickly so she could get back to a state of nakedness.

Eventually, Suzanne said, "You know, you really missed out earlier today."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Sweetie came on my face twice! You saw the second time. But then, after you left, he came on my face a THIRD time! You should have seen it. I was so covered in cum, it was like I had a mud pack on my face. Except of course it was all pearly white, sticky, yummy cum. Can you just imagine, so much cum on your face that you could practically have an entire meal licking it clean? Mmmm!"

Susan's face was flushed. "Yes! Er, I mean. no. Actually, I..."

Suzanne plowed ahead, "It was so much cum that I felt downright greedy. Don't you think it's just WRONG for him to cum on my face three times, and yours not at all? It's unfair, that's what it is."

"Well, uh, if you put it that way..."

"We are best friends, aren't we?" Suzanne said with a loving smile. "We share everything. It's only right if we share the duty of helping Alan in his time of need. And that means we share his cum, don't we?"

Susan smiled dreamily. "Suzanne, you're such a good friend!" She was still picturing Suzanne licking Alan's boner. She licked her lips and gulped, imagining that it was she who was gulping down a sticky load.

Suzanne went on, "I think it's important that Tiger cums on your face and your tits on a daily basis. Once Ron is gone, of course. Like I said, that serves to bond you two together. His cum is a physical manifestation of his love for you. You should glory in it. Wear it. Above all, consume it!"

Susan clutched her arms across her big tits, not out of disapproval but to hide how much her chest was heaving with excitement.

From then on, raunchy topics were fair game. Before long, the general arousal level between them soared.

At one point when they were trying out some of Suzanne's sexiest lacy bras, Susan asked out of the blue, "Suzanne, which one of us really has the bigger chest? I mean, I know we wear the same bra size, but one of us has to be bigger, if only a little. Who is it?"

"I honestly have no idea," Suzanne answered in all truthfulness. "It's so close it doesn't really matter. The important thing is that our big tits provide ideal visual stimulation for our favorite cutie. It's always important to dress to show them off. Well, only when he's around, of course. That goes without saying. I've got a lot of good tips to share that'll get his balls churning."

Susan nodded, eager for tips, but she looked a bit frustrated not to know who had the bigger rack. She very much wanted to be the winner.

Suzanne saw that, and said, "But, you know what? I'm curious too. Why don't we find out?"

"Okay!" Susan said giddily. The wine was having a strong effect, especially since she hardly ever drank ****.

Suzanne had never sensed any lesbian vibes from Susan before, but she was sensing some now. She suspected that it was simply because Susan had reached such a peak of desire for her son that just about anything made her horny. But she decided to test her luck anyway. "I don't have a tape measure on me, so why don't we use the hand method? Put your hands on your own, get a sense of the size, and then put your hands on mine."

It was hardly the most accurate way to measure boobs, but Susan felt so tipsy and aroused that she couldn't think straight and thought it sounded reasonable. She hesitated, but Suzanne thrust her tits out provocatively.

Susan finally couldn't resist the sight. She told herself it was okay since both of them wore bras, so all she was doing was touching bras.

Once Susan had her hand on one of Suzanne's hefty orbs, she found she wanted more, and began to overtly grope each of Suzanne's boobs with both hands. She switched back to play with her own, and then returned to Suzanne's. But she didn't consciously think of what she was doing as a sexual act; it was more a case of having seen Suzanne's breasts for so many years and wanting to find out what they felt like. At least, that's what she told herself.

"So whose are bigger?" Suzanne asked after a while.

"I don't know. It's hard to tell." Susan continued to fondle Suzanne's huge tits, hindered only by Suzanne's lacy bra.

Suzanne did all she could to nonverbally encourage her best friend, including making subtle pleasurable moans. She was disappointed that Susan was avoiding the nipples, but she didn't want to push her too hard.