Lets Talk About Sex: Part 4

Chapter 10

After a while, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, don't worry too much about your current issues with your mom. What's important is to keep the big picture in mind. She's changing daily. She's discovering that she not only loves sex, she loves to serve you."

That startled him. "To serve me?"

"Sexually! She wants a strong and dominant man who tells her what to do, but only if that man is you. Hell, to be honest, I kind of feel the same way."

"What? No. Aunt Suzy, you're totally kick-ass. Nobody tells you what to do! Or, if they do, they soon regret it. I love that you're a sexy woman, but you've still got balls of steel."

She grinned, happy that he thought of her that way. "That may be true, but ... Sometimes, a person can feel one way in bed and another out of bed. And they may even feel differently in bed on one day compared to another. I'm like that sometimes. I can do the whole dominatrix thing, and I have, especially with some of my affairs. I couldn't open up and let my guard down with people I didn't trust. But with you, I guess there's a bit of Susan in me. I like it when you tell me things to do."

She turned away and blushed. She thought, Shit! How did that come out? We're supposed to be talking about Susan!

He was surprised, to say the least. He said flatly, "I'm sorry, but I don't believe you. You can say that, but you don't mean it."

"What? Of course I do!" She was surprising herself. She thought she'd just been saying that to help arouse him. But then she realized that she really meant it, and that she didn't mind if he knew it.

He griped, "You can say that, but every time I ask you to do something, you say we can't. Heck, I can't even touch your boobs most of the time, even though you delight me with all these great blowjobs. Kissing seems to be off limits too. It drives me crazy!"

Suzanne suddenly found herself greatly aroused. The idea of kissing him while he played with her boobs sounded like a very good idea indeed, especially if he did it in an assertive manner. She dramatically pulled her top off her head and tossed it aside. "Try me!"

He gasped as he watched her great globes slowly bounce and jiggle back into place. He cleared his throat while trying to keep his cool. His lust surged, but he still felt determined to see the conversation through to its end before he gave in to his urges.

He was a little surprised she didn't reply with her usual excuse of not wanting to go too far out of concern for Susan. But his frustration at the overall situation, plus more than a little arousal, drove him on anyway. He said, "Okay, I will. But let's see if you're all hat and no cattle. Aunt Suzy, I want to fuck your tits!"

Her eyes went wide and her heart started to pound. "Excuse me?"

He was tempted to take his words back since he feared she was offended, but he resolved to stick to his guns. "You heard me. Right here, right now! Why is that so against the rules anyway? A titfuck is no worse than a blowjob or handjob. But they're totally forbidden around here. I don't get it. I say it's time to change that!"

Suzanne had been trying to postpone any titfucking, as part of her strategy not to get too far ahead of what Susan was doing with him. After all, the two mothers talked about their sexual adventures with Alan most every morning. But she decided Susan had made plenty of progress lately and wouldn't get upset when she found out about it. So she said, "You know what? Fuck it! You're right! Stand up."

His legs lifted him up while his brain was still catching up. "What? Really?!"

"Really." She got on her knees in front of him, wearing just her skirt and high heels. "Do you really think you can handle this? Can you handle me, Mr. Big Man?" She unzipped his fly as she spoke.

"I'm damn well going to try!" His hopes soared.

He thought his heart would stop altogether when he looked down and saw Suzanne's boobs closing in around his stiff erection. Then he closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feel of her soft tit-flesh enveloping his hot and throbbing hard-on.

He let out a long exhale. "Aaaaaah! Yes!" Oh my freakin' GOD! I'm about to fuck Aunt Suzy's epic tits! Incredible!

She raised a curious eyebrow, obviously fishing for him to share his thoughts.

He was momentarily speechless as he reveled in the tight tit-tunnel she'd created. But he soon found his voice again and exclaimed, "MAN! Man oh man! You have NO IDEA how MUCH I've wanted to do this!"

She smiled from ear to ear. She briefly gave her tits an extra tight squeeze with both hands. "Oh, really? Tell me all about it."

His eyes bugged out as he felt that squeeze. "Oh God! I'm too psyched to talk! Aunt Suzy, I tried so hard not to masturbate to thoughts of you, but so many times I'd see you wearing some low-cut top and I couldn't resist! UGH! God! So many times, I secretly wanted to ... to ... UH! To fuck your tits like this!"

She loved the fact that he was struggling hard not to cum when all she was doing was holding her boobs around his shaft. She regretted that she hadn't done this with him before, because he clearly was loving it so much.

She also was strongly affected, much more so than she would have thought likely. During her affairs, it seemed all of her lovers wanted to fuck her tits; Alan was hardly the only male who lusted after her remarkable bust. So even though she'd provided many men with titfucks in recent years, this almost felt like an entirely new experience to her, because it was with Alan - someone she really loved. She loved how hot, thick, and alive his dick felt trapped in her cleavage. It was almost as if there had never been a penis there before.

He looked down and saw how her chest was starting to heave with excitement. In turn, that increased his own excitement. He had to **** himself to keep his breathing under control, at least enough so he didn't hyperventilate.

But she wasn't making it easy on him, because she was as horny and thrilled as he was. She didn't give him much of a chance to get settled before she started jiggling her tits up and down around his cock. She also pushed her big boobs together with extra ****, creating a particularly tight tit-tunnel, and not just for a brief squeeze.

He loved it. He felt so much pleasure that his body was actually disoriented and he thought his feet were leaving the ground. His arms waved in the air like a spastic dancer. Oh, FUCK ME! I'm fucking her tits! I really am! I'm doing it! And it's just as great as in my dreams!

Within seconds though, his sexual euphoria spiraled to such a height that he screamed out a high-pitched "YEAAARGH!"

Suzanne stopped and giggled. "What was that sound? Are you a pirate or something? Or a chihuahua?!" She snorted and laughed even more.

He was chagrined, but at least the interruption stopped him from cumming too soon.

However, just when he felt like he'd got his feet on the ground, it was like a trap door had opened beneath him: Suzanne resumed the titfuck and it was all he could do to hang on for dear life while frantically squeezing his PC muscle.

She was overjoyed at how much fun she was having. She knew that, objectively speaking, this wasn't really any different from titfucks she'd given other men. But seeing Alan so wired with arousal that his hair practically stood on end had her laughing out loud and tingling all over.

She enjoyed teasing him, verbally and otherwise. She cooed, "So, you enjoy this, huh?"

"UNH!"

"Too bad it has to be a one-time thing."

"UNH!" This grunt superficially sounded much the same as his previous one, but that one had been filled with joy while this one was filled with disappointment.

But then she playfully winked and said, "Good thing it's NOT gonna be a one-time thing then. In fact, if your cock doesn't have my lips wrapped around it at any given moment, that's probably because it'll be deep in my cleavage instead!"

"UNH!" This time, his grunt was of pure ecstasy. That sounded like the best news ever.

She chuckled. "You like that, don't you? What if I were able to combine the two with my long tongue, like this?" She tilted her head down and unleashed her extra-long tongue, lapping along the top of his cockhead.

Unfortunately, she had to stop that almost immediately, because it was far too arousing for him to handle, both mentally and physically. Even in his dreams, he hadn't imagined a simultaneous titfuck and cock-licking.

After that, she tried hard to pace herself. She cut out the verbal teasing, since he clearly was already dangerously close to the edge. However, due to their mutual sexual euphoria, she wasn't entirely successful in holding back or sometimes stopping altogether to let him last as long as possible.

Therefore, after just a few minutes, he cried out as his dick started to fire. "Watch out!"

He meant the warning literally, because at that moment his dick was pointed right at her face from only a couple of inches away.

Luckily, she'd felt the tightening in his balls and closed her eyes in time. She didn't have a chance take any other evasive action, so she wound up with a face full of cum.

She didn't mind though. In fact, she quite liked it. She thought back to what she'd been telling him just before their titfuck started. I must mean what I said about how I like it when he acts all aggressive with me. If any other man tried to do that to me, I would have been pissed and probably wiped his cum all over HIS face. But with my Sweetie, it's like I just won a prize. I want to run to Susan and show off all the spermy goodness!

Sheesh. I'm sounding just like her. I've gotta watch out, because it sounds like my hype to her about how great it is to get a facial is affecting me too. Still, I wish she could see this.

Chapter 11

Suzanne put her clothes back on while Alan rested with his eyes closed.

Then she nudged him to make sure he wasn't falling asleep. "Okay, kid, make yourself presentable. Now that we've gotten our horny urges out of the way, we've gotta talk about some serious stuff. I say we do it upstairs, on the sun deck."

He stirred and started pulling his shorts back on. "Why there?" The sun deck wasn't used very often, since everyone preferred the backyard pool area.

"I don't want someone to walk in on us. I know for a fact that Ron's going to be at his office and then go straight to a restaurant to meet Susan there, so he's not a problem. But I don't want Susan or Katherine walking in and interrupting us. If we use your bedroom, well, one thing could easily lead to another. And it's getting late in the afternoon, so that's a good time to catch the sunset, if we stay long enough."

They went up to the sun deck together and sat in white plastic deck chairs, facing each other. Suzanne had put on a different dress than what she'd been wearing earlier. It was red and skin-tight. She wore dark sunglasses too.

Alan started things off by saying, "Aunt Suzy, I just gotta say you look GOOD. And I mean even-better-than-usual good. That dress ... is it new?"

She smiled widely, and struck a sexy pose in her seat. "As a matter of fact, yes, relatively speaking. And thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere."

He returned her smile. "So ... no hanky panky?"

"Nope, sorry. Okay, let's get started. This may seem out of the blue for you, but the thing I want to talk to you about is Brenda."

"Brenda?!"

"You remember her from Wednesday, don't you?"

"Sure. It's hard to forget anyone with a face and a figure like that. What about her?"

Suzanne briefly raised her sunglasses and locked her steely eyes on him before purring, "Would you like to fuck her?"

Alan was so shocked that his body recoiled backwards. "Fuck her?!"

Suzanne could feel a devilish smile coming on. She licked her lips and confided, "Yes. Fuck. Her. As in, fuck your cock into her and make her scream your name in passion. I was wondering if you'd want to do that on, shall we say ... a regular basis?"

"What?!" He looked all around, as if trying to find hidden cameras that were recording this for some comedy TV show. "You can't be serious!"

"I can. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"You won't even let me fuck you! And she's so curvy, cute, and sexy that it's ridiculous. Why the heck would you set me up with her? I'm having so much sexual success lately that it's like a living Twilight Zone episode. It doesn't make sense!"

"You are, but don't let it go to your head, because a lot of that is because of me, your secret guardian angel. And that's the case here. You really are the luckiest guy in the world, because not only am I suggesting that you should seduce Brenda, for all intents and purposes, I'm pretty much ordering you to do it."

"Whaaaaat?!"

She smiled while her eyes danced with mirth. "I know. Your brain is about to explode from yet another sexy shock. Unfortunately, it's not all good news. I need you to do that to solve a big problem we have. You see, Susan and I ran into her by chance at the party we went to last night. The three of us were drinking, we got to talking in a chummy way, and, well, to make a long story short, it kind of slipped out that you and Susan are sexually intimate."

"WHAT?!" He stood up in alarm. "Oh SHIT!"

She patiently waved a hand downward. "Relax. Sit back down. Nobody knows but her, and it turns out that she's pretty cool about it. If some outsider had to find out, she's about the least troubling we could hope for. We had her over for lunch today and had a big talk with her about it. I think I'd better tell you the whole story."

For the next ten minutes, she related what had happened with Brenda both the previous night and earlier that day. She also told him a lot about Brenda, just to make sure that he knew everything he needed to know in advance.

Eventually she concluded, "So now you can see why I say you need to seduce her. If she's on our side, if she considers herself one of us, then the **** secret will stay safe. I'm sure you can rise to the challenge."

Alan was worried and spoke his mind. "Are you kidding me?! I'm flattered, and this sounds like the set-up to a porn movie or something. But the truth is, I'm no seducer. All the sexual success I've had, I basically fell into it. The only time I really took the initiative was when I asked Christine out, and she turned me down flat. And Brenda - God! She's waaaaay out of my league! I had no problem talking to her before, but now, knowing the stakes, I'd be a mess. I'd be way too intimidated to even get started. Hell, I don't even know what getting started would be! What am I supposed to do?!"

Suzanne smiled patiently. "Relax again already. Like I said, I'm your secret guardian angel. Do you think I'd let you flail around and make a fool of yourself? No way! Especially not with what's at stake here. You'll be glad to know that I'm already on the case. I'm working on making it so that practically all you'll have to do is show up and say 'Hi' and she'll cream her panties."

He settled down a bit, but gave her a skeptical eye. "Come on. How is that possible?"

"I have my ways. Look at what happened to Susan and how her sexual attitude turned around so quickly. Do you think that was your doing? You've played your role well, but I've been working behind the scenes to pave the way, and I'm still busy every day with that. I'm already well on the way to doing the same thing with Brenda. Luckily, it turns out that we have a secret weapon of sorts."

"What's that?"

"Brenda's buried desires. Not only is she not stubbornly prudish, like Susan used to be, but it turns out that, deep down, she's very sexually submissive. Do you know what that means?"

"Of course. I've seen that in porn and read about it in erotic stories and stuff."

"Good. Actually, she's very much like your mom. Remember how I was saying earlier that your mom likes it if you act in a dominant way and give her orders and the like? That's what you need to do with Brenda too. Only Brenda doesn't realize she's that way and she may fight her true nature at first. But if you play your cards right, this should be easy. I've found out that she's been living a vivid submissive life, but only in her fantasies. If you can make that happen for her in the real world, she'll be easy pickings, like falling off a log."

He spoke emphatically. "That's easy for you to say, but I don't know the first thing about any of this! I'm not a naturally dominant kind of guy at all. And she's so intimidating that even thinking about trying to seduce her is making my heart race!"

"Au contraire! I'll be the first to admit that you're not the stereotypical alpha male by any means, but I've been seeing how you sexually interact with Susan, and you have some sort of natural knack. I'll admit that it's subtle, but it's there. I'm going to train you so you can handle Brenda at our next card game on Wednesday."

He wailed unhappily, "Wednesday?! But that's the day after tomorrow!"

"Chill out already. You don't have to actually seduce her then! This is a long-term scheme. It may well be a 'two steps forward, one step back' kind of thing. The occasional slip-up is okay. If you can seduce her within a month, that would be plenty fast enough. On Wednesday all you need to do is talk to her and come off impressively."

He sat back, relieved. "Oh. I can do that. I thought you were basically saying, 'Seduce her right now. Go.'"

Suzanne chuckled. "No, we're not that ****. She's vowed to keep the **** secret to herself, and I trust her on that. This is more of long-term insurance. Susan and I are busy befriending her, which helps. If you can bring her to heel and keep her as your sex pet or whatever you call it, then we'll be safe as houses for years to come." Normally, she didn't approve of a term like "sex pet," but she used that to provoke and inspire him.

"Whoa! Are you serious?! 'Sex pet?' 'For years to come?!'"

"Sure. This is a one-way ticket. Once you've seduced her, you can't back out or we'll really be in trouble. If she's as submissive as I think she is, she's practically chomping at the bit to have a lover or even a master just like you. So why can't it be you?"

He groaned loudly. "UNGH! Do you realize how frigging arousing this is? But it's totally scary too! I mean, she's not just a hottie; she's, like, supermodel hot! She's practically on the same level as you and Mom!"

Suzanne grinned. "I know. That's why I haven't even asked you if you approve of the seduction idea." She stared knowingly at the bulge in his crotch. "I can see your soldier is saluting the idea in a big way."

He stared off into the distance, wide-eyed. "Duh! Man! How could it not?!"

"This is a no-brainer. The only question is making it happen. Just remember that I'm in your corner, working behind the scenes all the time. If you screw up, I can almost certainly manage the damage. I know she's ridiculously wealthy, and just as outrageously busty and beautiful, but she's been hiding her submissive side so well that nobody figured it out until your clever auntie came along." She winked. "So if you follow my advice, it really is a can't-lose situation."

There was a prolonged silence. Finally, he said, "Why does this kind of thing keep happening to me?! The things that are happening to me are so great that even I can't believe them! I know you're my guardian angel on this and some other things, but not everything. I can't get specific, but I've had sexual success at school lately too, and I can't see how you could possibly be responsible for that. I know you and Mom have noticed all the checkmarks that you can't account for."

She replied, "True. I'm not responsible for that. I haven't looked into it either, because I don't want to smother you by trying to control everything. I trust you're being prudent and smart, and using a condom when necessary. Correct?"

He nodded.

"Good. I may have to talk to you more about that later, because you have to be extra-careful when you have multiple lovers, or you could infect us all. Now, here's what I think: success breeds success. You may not realize it, but you've changed in a big way in just these past few weeks. You're brimming with sexual confidence. And THAT, my darling, is the biggest aphrodisiac of all. Confidence! All you need to do is take that attitude to Brenda, and you'll be in like Flynn."

"And you don't mind that?! You don't mind if I fool around with another woman? If I fuck her, even?"

She patiently responded, "I started out with the 'F' word to shock you. It'll probably take a while to get there. But yeah, it should happen with her eventually. And yes, it bothers me some. But remember that we don't have any choice here. We just can't have her running around with the **** secret in her head if she isn't loyal to us. The one who is bothered more though is your mom. I kind of made a deal with her that you'll only have sexy fun with Brenda a couple of times a week. And that's good for me too. I don't want your Brenda time to be taking away from your time with me."

He shook his head. "Wow. I can't believe we're talking about 'Brenda time' like this is a done deal, and I'm actually going to have sex with her. I've only met her once, and then only briefly!"

"And that's a very good thing. She never saw the old you, before you got confident and cocky. I'm basically creating a version of you out of thin air that fits with her vision of her ideal man. The sheer hype of it will practically carry the day by itself. All you need do is step into the role and carry it off well enough that her illusion isn't broken. I tell you, it'll be easy!"

She clapped her hands together, "Now, let's get started. Time is of the essence. We've got a chunk of free time for the next hour or two, but who knows if we'll have any time tomorrow to practice."

"Practice? Practice what?"

'Practice what you're going to say, how you're going to present yourself, what you'll wear, and all the rest. I've got a lot to teach you. It's all about attitude and style over substance. For instance, Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but even though your penis is both longer and thicker than average, it's no porn-star penis. However, in your mother's eyes it is, because I never talk simply about your 'penis.' With her I'm always referring to it as your 'big cock, ' your 'fat cock, ' and the like. Eventually the hype becomes the reality. I swear, she's convinced it's ten inches long! And that's good. It makes her happy and horny."

She went on, "The same thing will happen with Brenda. Sure, in a way, you're a nobody. You're just another high school kid, and you have no right to even THINK about being her lover."

"That's what I keep saying!" Alan complained.

"And yet, she knows that you're dominating Susan and me, and many other busty and beautiful women besides."

He cut in, "I am?! That's news to me!"

"Hush. I'll get back to that. The question is not 'Are you worthy of her?' It's 'Is she worthy of you?'"

He gesticulated emphatically, "That's nuts! There's no way!"

"You say that now, but that's what I've got her thinking already. The mind is the most powerful sexual organ. Perception is EVERYTHING. True, you're not really dominating me, and you dominate Susan with a loving, light touch, but Brenda doesn't know that. We've given her the impression that we're a couple of your personal sluts, your sex pets. And when she comes here on Wednesday, she'll see Angel helping you with visual stimulation and all but assume she's one of your many impressive lovers too. Which, by the way, is probably true, but let's not get off track."

He kept a poker face and stayed silent. He really didn't want to discuss that with her.

She went on, "I don't know the reality of your mystery lovers, but the details don't matter very much. The fact is, you DO have multiple lovers, and how many guys of any age can say that? It's probably better if I don't know the real facts, because I'd feel obliged to maintain at least a certain level of accuracy. This way I can freely spin things to make Brenda think you have an entire harem of women who are just as busty and beautiful as your Mom and me. If I can convince her of that, can you see why Brenda would be wondering if she's worthy of you, instead of the other way around?"

He whistled in appreciation. "I can! Hot damn! That's friggin' ... diabolical! Aunt Suzy, you're a genius!"

She grinned widely. "I try. Now let's start your lessons in how to seduce Brenda. For starters, I'm going to tell you about submissive women and what they want in their men. I don't consider myself submissive, but I've played the part many times, since most men really get off on that. I've also known a large number of women like that over the years, including your mom. I don't know all the ins and outs of that lifestyle, but I know what makes them tick."

"Okay. Cool. I'm all ears."

Chapter 12

Suzanne lectured Alan for at least half an hour. It wasn't just about how to handle submissive women. In fact, she talked more about him. At one point, she explained, "In my opinion, the biggest problem isn't Brenda; it's you. Like I said, I'm working my 'Suzanne Scheme-y Magic' on her."

He chuckled at that.

"She'll still have doubts come Wednesday, but give me another week or two and I'll have her believing that you can walk on air. And that's not knocking her intelligence. She actually strikes me as a smart cookie. But with my understanding of psychology and human nature, frankly, she doesn't stand a chance. That's why I say the main problem is you. Specifically, your self-confidence. You need to believe in yourself, and then your success will naturally follow from that."

She continued, "I know it's not possible to get you to drastically change your self-opinion in two days' time. So here's my suggestion: when you see Brenda, pretend like you're an actor in a play, but it's an improv-style play, where you're making up the lines as you go along. You're not Alan, normal high-school guy. Instead, you're Alan, super stud, master of your own harem. Do you think you can do that?"

He replied, "Actually, that approach would help a lot. I think I've got a natural affinity for role-plays. I definitely have fun with that kind of thing."

"Excellent. We'll work on that. But, to skip ahead a bit, here's the key to your behavior on Wednesday: you need to act hard to get. You're not at all interested in Brenda, in any way!"

"I'm not?"

"No! You already have your harem of a dozen women who are even more beautiful than she is! You're taken. There's no more room at the inn. So why bother with her?"

"A dozen?! That's absurd." He paused to imagine how Brenda must look naked. Due to all of his recent experience with naked woman, he could picture her very well indeed. He was staggered all over again that they were even discussing the possibility of seducing her.

He griped, "Heck, even if you were all-knowing, I doubt you could find a dozen women in California as beautiful as her, much less more so. Her curves are so outrageous that I didn't know a figure like that was physically possible! She's like a real-life Jessica Rabbit!"

Suzanne playfully pouted, "Hey, I thought I was your Jessica Rabbit."

"You are, definitely. But you know what I mean."

"I do, actually, and I agree. But remember that perception can become reality. A woman like Brenda has guys falling all over her trying to impress her, constantly. Booooring! That's the quickest way to lose her interest. It's human nature to want what is just out of reach. I've already told her that you're not interested in her. You merely need to reinforce that by acting aloof. Show more interest in everyone else in the room BUT her."

"But that's mean."

"Don't overdo it, by any means. There's a definite art to the 'playing hard to get' game. I'll teach you how to get the balance right, and when to change your approach. The key is, she's so extremely beautiful that she's completely unfamiliar with having to work to impress someone else. We'll use that to our advantage, like some kind of sexual jujitsu. Ironically, it'll actually be easier for you to seduce her than some woman who isn't a perfect ten, because no one else would have had the audacity to use these tactics on her. She won't know what hit her until it's a done deal and you've got her worshipping your cock, you lucky dog!"

Suzanne continued to give Alan advice along those lines. The more she talked, the more his self-confidence grew, because he could see the brilliance of her strategies. He realized that she was setting things up so it would be easy for him to succeed.

They talked on the sun deck until the sun set and it started to get cold. Then they moved inside to Alan's room and kept on going.

They were still talking up a storm when Susan returned home, wearing her casual "shopping around town" clothes. After taking off her underwear, she went upstairs, looked around, and eventually found Alan and Suzanne. Some small talk ensued, where Susan showed off her manicured nails and newly-styled hair. (Alan couldn't see the difference in either.) Susan asked where Katherine was, and learned that her daughter was having dinner and seeing a movie with Amy. Suzanne had suggested that as a ploy to get the girls out of the way so that she could talk to Alan about Brenda without having them interrupt.

Then Susan asked Alan and Suzanne what they'd been talking so intently about.

That was the entry Suzanne had been waiting for. She said, "I'm so glad you asked, because I really need your help. Your timing is perfect!" (Actually, it was Suzanne's timing that was perfect. She'd paced her talk with Alan based on when she'd expected Susan to come home.) "We've been talking about the Brenda problem."

"Oh." Susan went from smiling to frowning in a flash. "Son, I'm really sorry about that. Ugh! I can't believe I let that secret slip out."

Alan replied, "It's okay, Mom. Obviously we all need to use this as a lesson to be super careful in the future, but Aunt Suzy says she's on top of it."

Suzanne said, "I am. I've been talking to Sweetie for nearly an hour about how best to seduce Brenda. I said your timing is perfect, because we're ready for some role-play practice and I need your help."

Susan clutched a hand to her chest. "Me? Why me? I don't know the first thing about any of this! I can't role-play Brenda to save my life!"

Suzanne spoke confidently. "Don't worry; you don't have to. I'll be playing Brenda, and Alan of course will be playing Alan."

"Then what do you need me for?"

"I need you to raise the stakes. Sweetie here is a smooth talker, as we all know. But no matter how much he pretends, he'll know on some level that this is just a role-play. So we need to frazzle and distract him, to knock him off his game. We also need him extremely horny and excited, since he'll be that way when talking to Brenda. That's where you come in. I need you to drop to your knees and suck his dick while we're doing the role-play."

Susan took a step back towards the closed door in alarm. "What?! No! I can't do that!"

Suzanne asked, as if she was befuddled by Susan's reticence, "Why on Earth not?"

"You know why. I vowed not to do that until Ron leaves. Besides, this is supposed to be my special evening with Ron. I'll be leaving shortly to meet him in a fancy restaurant. How will it be if I meet him with the taste of my son's cum still in my mouth?!"

Suzanne couldn't help but grin. "It'll be hot; that's how it'll be! You'll be showing your true loyalty to your true love: Alan. But I didn't say you have to suck him to completion. I'll gladly take care of that part if you don't want to."

"I do, but, it's just ... I can't! Suzaaaaaanne! Please! Don't make me!"

After more of Suzanne's cajoling, with a surprised Alan wisely keeping silent, Susan finally agreed to help, but with a handjob only. She also resolved to keep her clothes on, to help keep her lust in check.

Suzanne set up the role-play situation. She quickly rushed to Susan's room and put on a fancy, sexy, and very revealing dress that she had loaned Susan, as well as high heels. While she was doing that, she had Alan change into slacks, a dress shirt, and dress shoes. Then she poured a glass of wine for herself and another for Alan, to help create the impression that they were mingling at a dinner party. She didn't give Alan any specific instructions, but just told him to remember what she'd advised already and wing it.

Then she left Alan's room and immediately reentered. She walked up to him and introduced herself as Brenda. By then, Susan was kneeling at Alan's side to be as unobtrusive as possible, reaching around his leg to jack him off. There was no way one could miss Susan there, or Alan's erection poking through his fly, or Susan's fingers sliding up and down his shaft, but Suzanne resolutely maintained eye contact with him and acted as if all that action wasn't going on.

Alan and Suzanne made some small talk for a few minutes. There was nothing particularly special about what they said or how they said it. Then Suzanne called for a break.

Alan asked, "So, how was I?"

At that, Susan immediately stopped her stroking.

Suzanne looked down to Susan, now that she and Alan were on a break, and said to her, "No, not you. You know how his cock is. We want to get him right to the edge of climax and keep him there. If you stop for the breaks, you'll never achieve any momentum."

Susan sighed, but she resumed the handjob. She wasn't enjoying Alan's erection as much as usual, due to her worries about her plans with Ron.

Then Suzanne said to Alan, "You were okay. Nothing special, just okay. However, that's fine. You don't have to hit a home run here. Simply not screwing up, not shattering the hype I've built up, will be victory enough. But I think you can do better, because you're a capable guy."

He nodded. "Yeah. I feel like I'm warming up. I'm ready for another go."