Hard to Handle: part 2

CHAPTER 4

About the only times that Alan had been to Suzanne's pool area was when there were dinners there involving both families, or when he passed through it on the way to use the Pestridges' tennis court, which was out back and on a lower level, away from both the house and the pool. The Plummer house was the social place to be, which meant the Plummer pool got much, much more use (even though it didn't have a hot tub and the Pestridge one did).

The gate in the fences between their houses was also little used. Amy went through it often, but she was the only one. Suzanne usually felt it was more dignified to come and go through front doors, and Brad and Eric almost never came over any more.

Suzanne and Alan walked in silence.

Suzanne had a big smile on her face as she walked hand in hand with him. She thought, Like taking candy from a baby. It's so easy to manipulate Susan, and of course I can do whatever I want with my Sweetie. I've never unleashed my full manipulative powers on her, since she is my best friend and a very moral person. But doing this is an exception, because it's what she really wants deep down. She's loving life! But I'm loving life even more these days. I might just go all the way with my Sweetie today, hee-hee-hee.

Not that I would, actually. The time isn't ripe, 'cos once I get started I'm gonna need it all the time, and Susan wouldn't be ready to hear about that. But I could if I wanted to. Everything is so close. It's all coming together!

She went into her house for a minute while she kept him waiting by the side of her pool. She wanted to double-check that no one else was home or would be back soon. After calling Eric on the phone and talking to him briefly, she walked back outside.

Standing next to Alan by the side of the pool, she took her bikini top off again, then revealed her real purpose. "Time to show you what to do, Mr. Pool Boy. There's not much to the job, actually."

He had a hard time paying attention to what she was saying because he was overcome by lust. Nevertheless, he stood there and waited for his orders.

She stood proudly before him, posing for him with her hands on her hips. One hand casually tugged at her minuscule bikini bottoms, pulling them to the side so he could see most of her bush.

He gushed enthusiastically, "Aunt Suzy, have I ever told you that you're a goddess?"

She laughed. "Yes, but not yet today, unfortunately."

"I'll have to make a daily habit of it then, because you are perfection."

"I could think of worse daily habits, like smoking."

They were both all smiles, and Suzanne was particularly happy at the compliment.

But she then complained, "I'm not perfection. What about my blue veins?" She ran her hands over her exposed boobs, tracing some barely visible veins with her fingers. "Or how about the crow's feet around my eyes?"

He responded sincerely, "Every single thing about you is so sexy that the phrase 'bust a nut' is a literal worry for me. Just seeing you touch your boobs at any time," - she responded by doing just that - "it's like my cum is going to swell up and erupt from my dick."

She took her hand away with an exaggerated look of concern, like she could actually ruin his penis by touching herself there.

He smiled at her humor. "I love everything about you, inside and out. I even love your imperfections, because they're a part of the you that I've known and loved since I was a baby. Besides, your face doesn't look old at all; it looks sexy, experienced, and knowing."

She unconsciously licked her lips as she imagined an endless stream of cum flowing out of his dick like water flowing out of a garden hose. Damn, he's a charmer! This is why I love him! But she merely said, "You know how to make this ancient, ugly hag feel great."

"Hag?! Ancient?! UGLY?! Are you totally insane?! I take offense at all that. You're not allowed to call yourself such horrible names. I won't let you."

"My hero." She locked arms with him and clung to him tightly. Naturally, she took the opportunity to rub her nearly naked body up and down his muscular one. "But you're distracting me. I still haven't told you your job, Mr. Pool Boy. The first thing you have to do is get naked."

"Hmmm. That sounds interesting." He joked, "I will if you will."

She made a mock sigh. "If that's what it takes to get you to follow orders, then very well. As if I'm in danger of being overdressed as it is! But since you insist, let's do it both at once." Her hands went to her waist so she could remove the bikini bottoms, the only thing she still wore.

"Hey, wait a minute." He was enjoying this. "Are you sure this is legal? I say we have another vote on taking it off, now that we're in a different legal jurisdiction."

She laughed heartily. "Sure. All in favor of Suzanne and her Sweetie getting naked and naughty, raise their hands."

Suzanne and Alan raised both hands each, so four hands were in the air.

"All in favor of Susan's stupid, fuddy-duddy rules and keeping their clothes on, raise their hands." After a suitable pause with no hands to be seen, Suzanne said, "The motion carries, four to zero."

Alan pushed his shorts down to his ankles, revealing a proud erection.

But Suzanne waited with her bikini bottoms. Instead, she said, "Sweetie, I'll give you the honor of taking these off, but remember, we have to obey some rules, even without Susan here. Don't do anything unless I give the okay first, okay?"

"Okay." He could scarcely believe his luck. Taking advantage of the fact that he was naked, he stood right next to her and took his time taking her bikini bottoms off. Not only did he seize the opportunity to explore her crotch and butt as much as he thought he could get away with, but he also let his exposed erection rub up against her creamy, pale skin. Since the two of them were nearly the same height, it poked close to some dangerous areas.

"Hey, Sweetie, who gave you permission to do that?" she finally asked. She wasn't going to complain until she felt his cock rubbing up against her inner thigh, putting it within six inches of her slit. It left a little smear of pre-cum.

He was all smiles. "Do what? Take off your suit? You did."

"Don't play dumb. I'm talking about something hard and long rubbing against me."

He continued to rub his boner up and down her inner thigh as he took off her bikini with the speed of a snail. "Oh, you mean this?" He grabbed his erection with one hand and directed it even closer to her slit.

When she didn't say or do anything, he continued, "Technically, everything I'm doing here is part of taking off your bikini. You know I've always been one to take advantage of legal loopholes." He slid his stiffness between her legs, so it was rubbing the outside of her crotch. Then he began subtly dry humping her.

"All right, smart-ass, finish taking the damn thong off me already. I'm not worried about loopholes; it's you taking advantage of just plain holes that worries me more. What if your mother saw us like this? Mmmm!" In fact, she loved what he was doing, but she hoped to discourage him just enough so that he'd merely keep doing that and not get any bolder.

She moaned in pure delight, which undercut her admonishment. The pre-cum from his cock was now mixing with the dribble of fluid coming from her cunt, and she realized how easy it would be to allow him to slide forward just a little bit more. I love you so much, Sweetie! I won't be truly happy until you're balls-deep in me, pounding me hard with your big cock! But not today. So damn close, but not today!

Once the bikini bottoms were down below her knees and finally freed from one leg altogether, she lay back down on her lounge chair. They were getting too close to actual fucking for her to feel comfortable. She'd assumed that he would stop then, but he didn't.

He continued to hold her bikini bottoms in one hand as he brought them down her left ankle at a glacial pace. With Suzanne lying down, he began to rub his erection right on top of her clit.

Suzanne knew they were getting in extremely dangerous waters now. But she loved it so much that she found herself opening her legs wider and wider. Before long, she was completely splayed out and he loomed over her with his hard-on in the ideal position to begin fucking.

This is what I need! Sweetie, once I let you in there, I'm never gonna let you out! But please don't rub against my clit like that. That's my magic button that opens my legs wide. You keep doing that, and in another minute you'll have all eight inches inside me. Susan and her rules and punishments and prudishness can go hang! Ugh! God!

Alan was positively euphoric - he felt confident that he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, now that they were safely alone and their bodies were lined up just right. His heart was pounding wildly. The situation was exciting enough already, but the thrill skyrocketed as he grew increasingly certain that they were going to fuck.

He continued to slide his hardness back and forth over her clit and labia, hoping that would drive the last of her resistance away. He let go of her bikini bottoms completely so that he could concentrate fully on sexual pleasure, although they still dangled around her ankle.

She felt incredibly tempted to let him go, but worries about Susan held her back. She imagined the kind of blowup that would follow if Susan heard her screaming "Fuck me harder!" from over their backyard fence. It was a solid, high fence so one couldn't see from one backyard to another unless one went through the gate, but of course it provided little impediment to sound.

So finally she said, "Naughty, naughty. This is why my parents always warned me about lawyers. They always take advantage. Stop that this instant, or someone is going to be in trouble, and I'm not sure if it's gonna be you or me. I'm serious."

However, she added to herself, Or, just stick it in! Show me what a MAN you are! Don't take no for an answer! Take ME! In truth, she would have easily given in if he had been more aggressive.

He stopped, since he didn't know how conflicted she really felt. He'd been aggressive because she was so obviously enjoying all he did, but he also always obeyed when he was told to stop. She was like a second mother to him, and he greatly valued her happiness, love and respect. Yet he didn't remove his erection from its position right on top of her bush, clitoris, and slit. His hot, needy thickness kept throbbing against her most sensitive areas.

Minutes passed as they remained in that exciting and dangerous position.

She was dizzy with the possibilities. Phew! That was too close! If he only knew how willingly I'd spread my legs for him, if he would just show a little backbone. But the danger's not over. As long as his boner is in such a tempting spot, this is touch and go! I really have to insist, before he does something we'll both love! If only Susan wasn't so close!

But just as Susan's breasts were her weakness, Suzanne's was her clit and cunt. She knew she'd give in soon, and she couldn't imagine getting fucked by Alan for the first time and not screaming in ecstasy to the high heavens. Then they'd get in big trouble with Susan, who was just over the fence. The progress she'd made breaking down Susan's willpower could go down the drain. So she finally **** herself to add, "Again, Mr. Letter-of-the-law, the implication in the stop command is that you actually take your penis away, like I told you to before."

"Oops! I was going for the literal interpretation of your most recent command." Inwardly he was deeply disappointed that his ploy hadn't worked, but he tried not to let it show. He'd gotten used to cumming many times a day. But, mostly due to his lingering soreness, he had only cum once so far that day, so the overwhelming desire to cum was making him unusually aggressive.

"I know you were. Now remove it already! You've dropped my thong, so fun time is over."

She thought, I definitely appreciate his boldness. This is just the kind of thing I'd normally love to encourage. If anything, I want him MORE aggressive. I can only imagine how great life will be when my Sweetie is roughly grabbing me and surprising me with random fucks all day long. But unfortunately, there's no way I can risk full-on fucking at this point unless I'm sure Susan isn't home, and I'm pretty sure she still IS home, and in the back yard to boot. She might hear if either one of us cries out, even if she's inside her house. I'd probably get so excited that I really would scream that loudly!

He reluctantly moved so his crotch was no longer pressed against hers. But he said, "Au contraire. The fun is not done. I'm not finished stripping you. I was just resting." He took hold of her bikini bottoms again and resumed pulling them down the ankle they had been resting on.

She chuckled, despite herself. "'Just resting?' That's rich. You really are a sneaky one, you know that?"

He still delayed as much as possible. He had mere inches to go before the bikini bottoms went around her heel, but he had no intention to get to that point any time soon. Instead, he continued to hold them in place while he rubbed his erect dick all up and down her pale left leg.

She eventually had to laugh at his arousing stubbornness. "Is there some kind of holdup?" she asked, half hoping that he'd stop and half hoping that he wouldn't. She was right on the edge of a climax, and wondered how long she could hang in that delightful state.

"Yes. You're so sexy that I think it's fried my brain. I seem incapable of doing anything but rubbing my dick against your skin, for some strange reason." He kept on having fun running his hands and boner all over her legs.

CHAPTER 5

Eventually, she said, "Okay, stud, enough of that. Remember that you're here for a job? I think it's time to start." She kicked her bikini bottoms the rest of the way off, since by this time they were dangling from her toes.

"Now?" he whined. "But I was having so much fun."

She said, "Trust me. I know you'll like this."

He stood, reluctantly, and began to walk away from her even more reluctantly.

"Hey. Where do you think you're going? I said I have a job for you, and it's over here. Believe you me, you're going to find it plenty of fun." She got off her lounge chair and fell to her knees a few feet away from him.

"What do I have to do?" he asked, slow on the uptake for once.

"All you have to do is stand up. Right here in front of me."

He stood. A smile slowly spread across his face as he saw Suzanne get on her knees before him, toss her hair in a very alluring manner, and beckon him near. Wow! Out of the frying pan, into the fire! But what's the positive, orgasmic version of that saying? Out of Playboy, into Penthouse? Or vice versa?

She shot him one of her intense "come hither" looks. "So here's what you have to do: your Aunt Suzy needs you to make a big deposit of cum right down her throat. You think you can do that?"

He asked, "This is my job? The one you're paying me $50 for?"

"It's part of it."

"Wow! I'm a gigolo now! Sweetness."

She laughed. "Yeah, right. Hey stud, my tongue is getting lonely over here, and my lips are feeling slippery and need something to slide on. Can you do it or what?"

He walked right up to her, all smiles. "I think I can try."

"Smart kid. But remember: we have to be quiet. We don't want your mom to know what we're up to. So no loud moans or screams. Okay?"

He nodded eagerly.

She cradled his erection with both hands and licked at the tip. Yum! I must have said "big cock" to Susan a thousand times in the last week alone, but it's true. This is a really nice one. A big fat cock! Lucky, lucky me, because I fell in love with him before I knew just what he was packing.

Alan had been lost in thinking about nothing but the possibility of fucking Suzanne, but for some reason her words made him think seriously about where he was and what they were starting to do. He realized they did need to be careful. He lowered his voice. "Okay, sure. But I thought you told me recently that your house was completely off limits for this kind of thing. What about your husband? Or Brad?" His cock twitched with extra excitement at the reminder that she was a married woman.

She stopped licking long enough to answer, "I noticed you didn't mention Amy? You don't mind if she sees us? You naughty boy!" She licked a bit more, completely circling her way around the crown, just below his glans. Then she laughed as she thought out loud, "And good thing you remembered that now. As if they wouldn't mind you rubbing your cock on my clit, but they'd draw the line at cocksucking!"

"Hmmm. Good point," he chuckled.

"Anyway, those two are out. I surprised Brad with a new fishing pole this morning, virtually guaranteeing that he and his dad would go off for and fish all afternoon. They took the bait, so to speak." She couldn't help grinning from her pun, even as she attended to his dick: "They're crazy about playing with their fishing poles, but the pole I've got here is a lot more fun."

She squeezed his cock to make sure he caught her meaning. Then she slurped and licked some more. "I even called Eric a little while ago just to" - - "just to make sure they're still safely far away."

Alan thought she was done talking because she suddenly took his entire cockhead in her mouth and began working it. Her extra-long tongue could do insanely arousing things that normal tongues simply could not, and one such technique was that she could draw circles around the crown - the base of his cockhead - while it was all the way in her mouth. It was one of her very special tricks.

But just as she was really getting into it, she popped it back out of her mouth to say between more licks, "Then there's Amy. She and Angel went to the beach for the afternoon. So we've got the whole house to ourselves. All you have to do is make sure to keep your voice down. I'm not too worried unless Susan goes out back, and she rarely goes there by herself. It's a bit risky, I know, but I just can't resist you today!"

She ran her long tongue all the way from the top of his erection down to the base of his balls and back again. She liked that his privates were mostly hairless, except for one small, thick tuft of dark pubic hair. That was well above his balls, so it never interfered with her licking or sucking. It was almost as if he'd shaved his genitals, though she knew that he hadn't.

He was feeling in a teasing mood. "So, this is what the regular pool boy does every week? Not bad work! How much does this job pay, again?" He lovingly ran his hands through her lush, curly, reddish-brown hair.

"In his dreams. Sweetie, you're the only one for me. I hope you know that. I'm insulted if you think your cock isn't all the cock I'll ever need. And more importantly, that you're not all the man I need. However, having you do this every Wednesday ain't such a bad idea. I'll have to see if Susan will go for it."

She kept sucking.

Naturally he loved what she was doing. His only regret was that he was standing up. He was so overwhelmed that he was learning just what "you make me weak in the knees" meant. He clutched at her head, mostly to help prop himself up.

It took her only a minute or two to bring him to the verge. "Are you ready?" she asked as she sensed his balls tightening.

"Ready, my ivory Amazon goddess!" he replied excitedly.

She sucked him again until he began spurting his cum. She kept guzzling his seed until he was just about done, while at the same time frigging her clit until she had a nice climax of her own. Then, completely surprising him, she pushed him backwards.

He staggered around, trying to regain his balance, but they were right on the edge of the pool and he had nowhere to go. The fact that his shorts were still tangled around one of his feet didn't help. He fell backwards, splashing into the pool.

He came to the surface and gasped for breath as he spit water out of his mouth. He had been taken completely unaware. "What the hell did you do that for?" he finally asked.

She laughed heartily. "No reason, except that it was fun. But looks like you'll have to be naked for a little while now."

He looked down at his soaked T-shirt and his shorts floating nearby. "Awww, shucks," he joked. He didn't exactly mind that prospect.

She said slyly, "I think maybe I'll get my book and hang around the pool today. Just to enjoy the view."

He pulled himself out of the pool as she said this and stood before her.

"You look delish. Your muscles are definitely developing."

"Very funny stunt, Aunt Suzy. I'm not laughing."

"Come on. You're smiling at least," which was true.

Suzanne was having trouble stopping her chuckling over the incident. She was having the time of her life and hoped this was just the first of many such afternoons they would spend naked together.

She went to sit down on her lounge chair. "Now, as for your real job..."

But when she began to explain he jumped on top of her, before she could even sit in the chair. That took her by complete surprise. Since he was wet, fresh from the pool, and she was dry, she let out a loud squeal when his wet body enveloped hers. He wasn't particularly thinking about sex; he was trusting Suzanne to set the pace with that. He just wanted to have fun and see what developed, so he launched a full-on tickle attack.

Within seconds, Suzanne was screaming and laughing with delight (but not too loudly), while at the same time begging for mercy. But he kept on, so she tickled back. Tickling soon gave way to caressing and hugging, and then French kissing.

Alan was hard again by this time, with his erection pressing urgently into her thigh, so he rubbed it up and down her soft skin.

Suzanne loved it but realized that they were still in the same situation as before: with Susan next door it was still too dangerous. She knew she had to get him to back off or they'd be fucking in earnest before very long. "Down, boy," she said as she gently but insistently pushed him away.

He backed off reluctantly, moving to the chair next to hers, where he sat facing her. His rigid rod stuck straight up, swaying lightly with every movement he made.

She looked at it and teased, "It doesn't look like you have any 'shyness with women' problem anymore!"

Then she became relatively serious. "All right, here's the plan. Remember your job? The bad news is, you actually do have to clean the pool. Otherwise, if your mother were to come over and notice the pool was still dirty, she would grow suspicious. I still plan to pay you, but I'd like to reward you in another way too. Do a little work, then I'll suck you off. Do some more work, you'll get some more cocksucking. Repeat until the pool is clean or you can't get it up anymore, preferably the latter."

She gave him a saucy look, then continued, "I noticed that you didn't add any checkmarks to the chart in your room today, and we know that Susan refuses to help. Like they used to say in the old Mission Impossible TV series, 'Your challenge, Ms. Phelps, if you choose to accept it, is to tease at least six orgasms out of Alan Plummer before the day is over.' Does that sound like a good way to spend the afternoon?"

"Hell yeah! But I don't think it's humanly possible to shoot six times in one afternoon." His grin grew wider as he added, "But I sure don't mind trying, though."

"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger."

He liked that. "But now that you're here with me, why not just stay naked and do all kinds of nasty things together all day long, like we voted to do earlier? Why just cocksucking?"

"It's called plausible deniability. And anyway, I may bend your mom's rules a little - okay, a lot - but she'd kill me if we actually fucked, so don't even think about that. Not now. Not today."

"Well, what about if I eat you out? I'd really like to do that."

She replied harshly, "Don't test me!" Realizing he might misunderstand, she clarified, "I would like that TOO much."

"And that's a bad thing?!"

"Yes." She said that in a way that ended the discussion. Her thinking was that once he started doing that, she'd get so horny that he'd be fucking her before long. But she didn't want to tell him that for fear he'd put that information to use.

So he spent most of the time raking leaves out of her pool, while she appeared to read her book, though she spent a good bit of time ogling what she called to herself: "Sweetie's cutie patootie." She pulled her lounge chair right up to the edge of the pool to get the best view that she could.

Alan's shorts and shirt were left in the sun to dry, leaving him as naked as Suzanne.

Half an hour later, she asked him to cover her with more suntan lotion. (She'd carefully covered herself with lotion earlier in the day, when she was with Susan. She needed to, given the fairness of her skin.)

That request quickly led to Alan's erection wandering all over her body. He even had the cheek to write "I love you" on her back, using his prick as the pen. He tried to leave a trail of pre-cum to serve as the ink, but that didn't work so well since there just wasn't enough of it to get a steady flow.

However, she figured out by feel what he must be writing, so she said, "I love you too!"

They both laughed at that.

Then she told him assertively, but not harshly, "Cute, but cut out the funny business. And don't make me laugh so hard. Your mom might hear us and get nosy."

She thought, And I thought the day couldn't get any better. He really loves me! I knew he does, but I love it so much every time he says it. This is just like we're boyfriend and girlfriend. I feel so young, so carefree; it's like I'm a teenager again! Seducing him was the smartest thing I've ever done.

She turned over and grabbed his erection. "I'm looking for a pen to write a response," she said. "But my problem with pens is that I have to suck on them while I'm trying to think of what to write."

That led to another long cocksucking session, during which she occasionally fingered herself. But she seemed unwilling to go any further, not even letting him go down on her.

Alan was consoled that she allowed him to rub his hands over her oily, coconut-scented body while she pleasured him. She hadn't let him do that as much as he wanted before.

However, Suzanne's "rules" said that her pussy was off limits, so he kept his fingers from that area. That was unfortunate for him, because had he only fingerfucked her for a minute or so, he would have found her pulling his boner into her hot pussy a short time later. But that's why that area was off limits to him in the first place, because she couldn't trust her self-control if he touched her there.

Eventually, after he had a great orgasm, she returned to reading her book and he returned to cleaning the pool. But they joked and teased and tickled and kissed each other so much that neither made much progress.

Then there was the problem of her fair skin. She kept needing him to apply suntan lotion to her, all over. That usually progressed to at least a handjob before he finished and returned to his pool work.

At one point, she thought, This is a preview of the future! Soon this will be our lives every day, just hanging out and having sexy fun, except with fucking and cunnilingus too. And Susan and Angel will be tanning in the nude here with me. Tiger will be our "boy toy," keeping our pussies eternally engorged and sore due to getting fucked so much!

Just when his clothes got reasonably dry and he was going to put them back on, she "accidentally" dropped them into the pool, but by then he didn't mind. At first, he found being nude in a somewhat-unfamiliar outdoor environment to be humiliating, but as the day went on he began to quite enjoy it. Knowing that her eyes were on him kept him nearly constantly hard, which was only fair, since she was as naked as he was.

Soon he noticed that she had more or less given up on the book, instead spending most of her time watching him while her hands played with her pussy. Apparently her hands got tired or she wanted more stimulation, because after a while she went into the house and came back with a small vibrator. He watched in fascination as she stuffed it into her cunt. It was quite small and disappeared completely inside her.

He never would have suspected its presence if he hadn't watched its insertion, though the way she continued to squirm around in her lounge chair and play with her nipples certainly implied that something was turning her on.

It was truly remarkable that any pool cleaning occurred at all, but, ever so slowly, he managed to make at least some progress on the job.

During another break in their sexual play, after he had another orgasm and while he was actually working on the pool, she asked him from her lounge chair, "By the way, I've been meaning to ask: what exactly happened between you and your mom yesterday, with the abnormality check? I tried to get her to talk about it this morning, but she wouldn't say a word, so I figured it must have been pretty special."

In fact, Susan had described it in great detail during their morning exercises, but for once Susan hadn't gotten all horny recounting it because she'd been trying hard to be "good" while Ron was still in town. But Suzanne wanted to hear Alan's version, since she was certain that Susan had not told all.

"Oh, it was." Alan proceeded to tell about his repeated difficulties in getting aroused, and his mother's increasing and near-**** urge to help that led to the great blowjobs that she finally gave him.

They both naturally became increasingly turned on as he talked. Before he got very far into the story, he found himself sitting next to her while her hand stroked his hard-on.

When he started a detailed description of his mother's first Tuesday blowjob, Suzanne responded, "You mean like this?" and started sucking his cock yet again.

He didn't get to hear her reaction to what Susan had done, as she was too busy sucking by that point. His story trailed off as he became fully focused on what she was doing, even though it had only been half an hour since her previous blowjob.

In an ideal world, Suzanne would have been happy to have his cock in her mouth nearly all day long, every day, assuming that it couldn't be in her cunt. On this day she was getting pretty close to that ideal.

Between her infectious enthusiasm and her near-constant cocksucking, Alan was having a tremendous day as well. The only real limit to their sex play was how quickly he could get hard again. That was the only time when any pool cleaning got done, while he was recuperating.

As Alan again neared climax for what would be the fourth time since he'd started his "pool work", Suzanne's cell phone, which was lying on a nearby table, began ringing. It switched over to take a voice message after a few rings, but then it rang all over again. And again. "Damn, I should have left that thing inside," she said, before returning to slurping on his prick.

CHAPTER 6

When the phone rang again, she decided that she just couldn't ignore it any longer. She crawled a few feet across the patio to get it. "Sorry, Sweetie. Hold on a sec. It might be an emergency." She sat down on the pool deck and picked up the phone.

He walked over after her, coming up from behind, and began fondling her tits even as he rubbed his boner along her back. He licked at her shoulder blades, loving her sweaty, salty taste.

It rang again and she finally managed to answer: "Hello?"

"Suzanne, you traitor, you..." It was a very angry Susan.

"What's wrong?!"

"You know damn well what's wrong, you, you, you... you backstabber... you deceiver! You're mocking me AND my rules! Alan's 'cleaning job' was just a thin excuse for you to suck his cock all day long!"

Both Suzanne and Alan looked around. (Alan could hear Susan's voice quite well since she was shouting into the phone.) They half expected to see her somewhere, perhaps leaning over the fence, but they couldn't see any sign of her.

Suzanne was too stunned to answer. She knew that Susan very, very rarely got angry, but when she did it was truly frightening.

"Answer me!" Susan finally yelled. "Or are you still too busy sucking his cock to speak?"

Suzanne turned around and pushed Alan away. She was actually relieved by that last question, because it meant Susan wasn't currently looking at them from somewhere across the fence.

"I think maybe we need to talk about this," Suzanne eventually said in a quiet voice, in an attempt to get Susan to calm down.

"Damn right we should! You two get your sorry asses over to my house right now! You... you... fucking cocksucker!" The phone clicked dead.

"I think we're busted," said a worried Suzanne. "I've never heard her so mad!" She was particularly shocked to hear Susan use the word "fucking" in anger, since Susan hardly ever cursed at all, and never used that word when she did.

She began putting her tiny bikini back on. "Pick up your wet clothes. We have to go and face her wrath." At the last minute, as she was walking away, she remembered to take the small vibrator out of her cunt. She walked with her arms crossed over her immense breasts.

Alan didn't know what to say. He felt terrible for having being caught disobeying his mother, so hung his head low.

They walked through the gate that formed the only break in the tall wooden fence between their houses. There were a large number of trees and bushes on both sides of the fence. Because her pool wasn't visible from the gate, Suzanne had thought that there was no way they could be seen. She knew that they hadn't made too much noise, so she wondered how they'd been discovered.

A livid Susan met them on the other side of the gate. She stood in a robe that would have covered her up well enough if she had arranged it carefully. But as she began yelling and pointing her finger at Suzanne, the robe opened wide up top, so that it was held closed only by the sash at her waist.

"Suzanne, I'm so hurt! I'm beyond words! I ask you to keep it cool for two days until Ron has gone. TWO whole days! Is that so much to ask?! But noooOOOOooooOOOOoooo!"

Alan found it exceedingly difficult not to get horny from staring at his mother's massive mammaries as they bounced around. For some reason, her rare display of anger was turning him on even more. He wondered about that, concluding that perhaps it was because she was displaying an unusual amount of passion.

Jesus H. Christ! he thought. My mother was built for lots of fucking. That's all there is to it. How could making love to that body possibly be wrong?

Her anger turned to shock when she saw Alan. He was naked except for the wet shirt and shorts in his hands, which he held out in front of his crotch to provide some coverage.

"Look at you two!" she yelled. "With the clothing you're wearing, I just might be able to cover a postage stamp!"

It was true that Suzanne's bikini bottoms were about as small as they come, and she didn't even have her bikini top with her. But Susan's diatribe about covering up would have seemed more convincing if her own huge, exposed tits hadn't been bouncing around so much, gyrating with every word. At some deep level she undoubtedly was aware of what she was showing, and at that level she wasn't going to lose a chance to compete with Suzanne for Alan's attention. But at a conscious level she was truly unaware of how much she was flaunting, because she'd lately become so accustomed to being naked.

Then she turned her wrath on her son. "Alan Evan Plummer!"

He gulped. He knew it was always bad news when she used his full name.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing, traipsing and gallivanting around outside completely naked? What if someone were to see you? God, your father might be home any time. Or Eric or Brad or the girls might see you. Go to your room. I'll deal with you later!"

Alan knew when to get lost, so he took off like a rabbit. As he ran into the house, he heard Susan yell at Suzanne, "Just what the hell did you do to him all alone over there? Now you can see why I turned down your offer to be alone with him outside our house!"

As soon as he was gone, Suzanne held her hands up in a surrender gesture. "Susan, please! You're right to be angry! I screwed up!"

"Damn right you did! I'm so mad, I'm about to burst!"

"Wait! Before you explode, let me just say one thing: I plead temporary insanity!" That curious statement bought her a little more time, letting her explain: "I didn't mean to be so bad, I really didn't! But Sweetie showered me with all kinds of genuine compliments! My resistance and willpower just went out the window!"

Susan said in a suddenly quiet voice, "What did he say?" She could easily relate to losing control after hearing her son lavish compliments on her.

Chills ran down Suzanne's spine. She'd known Susan for twenty years, but had only seen her truly angry like this a handful of times. She knew from those times that when an angry Susan dropped her voice like that, it usually signified a calm before an even more furious storm.

Suzanne dropped to her knees, striking a completely penitent and defeated position. She knew Susan would never get physically violent, but words ultimately could hurt more than punches. Suzanne's only defense was the truth. "He said... he said... he really loves me!"

"What?!" Susan had no doubts that Alan loved Suzanne, but certain formalities of distance had been established because Suzanne wasn't a Plummer and she didn't want to threaten Susan's role as Alan's mother. Suzanne had been reticent about directly telling her own loved ones just how much she loved them. (Ironically, given what a wonderful, beautiful and confident person Suzanne was, she had a great fear of rejection when it came to love, which was perhaps one reason her previous affairs had all been short-lived.) Susan knew that if Alan actually had said those words, and she had no reason to doubt Suzanne about that, it would have been truly unprecedented.

"Well, not in so many words," Suzanne admitted. "But when I complained about some little signs on my body that I'm growing older, he said, and I quote, 'I love everything about you, inside and out. I even love your imperfections, because they're a part of the you that I've known and loved since I was a baby.'"

That gave Susan pause. "Really? He said that?" She was touched, wishing that he'd say something like that to her.

"He did! And that's not all! He said many other really genuine, kind things as well! How could I not turn into a big puddle of goo? He's my Sweetie, and I love him!" For her to openly confess her love for him like that was also unprecedented, even just to Susan.

Most of Susan's anger dissipated like a rapidly deflating balloon. She was still highly annoyed, but her flash of white-hot anger had passed, thanks to all this heartfelt talk of love. With her arms folded under her exposed, massive rack, she stared down at Suzanne with a hostile scowl on her face. But she asked thoughtfully, "He really did say that?"

"He did. I mean, what if he said something like that to you? How could you NOT drop to your knees and suck his big fat cock like your life depended on it? Kissing just isn't enough!"

There was another long pause. Then Susan conceded, "I see what you mean. He does tend to sweep a woman off her feet and down to her knees, doesn't he? He's just so genuine when he says something like that; you know he means it to the bottom of his soul. If he said that kind of stuff to me, I probably wouldn't be able to stop sucking his fat cock until every last one of his millions of spermies was in my tummy." Her pussy tingled as she pondered that happening.

Suzanne noted, "Yeah, I don't think he even realized how important his words were to me. He was just shooting from the hip, saying what he really felt. But that's not all! Later, he wrote 'I love you' on my back! And I told him 'I love you too!' Today was a real breakthrough day for me. For us!"

Susan nodded thoughtfully at first. "But wait a minute. He wrote on you? With what?"

Suzanne was seriously embarrassed, but explained honestly, "Uh, actually, he used his fat erection like a pen. He was trying to write with his pre-cum, but I got the message more from feeling the shapes he was making."

Susan's jaw dropped. Unconsciously, she mouthed the words, "So hot!" I wish he'd do that to me! Tiger, you can write all over me! Use your fat cock to write "I love you" right across my big tits!

But then her tone grew harsher. "I see. And I'm glad of that, at least. However, that doesn't get you completely off the hook! Sure, I could excuse a nice long cocksuck if he wooed you and wowed you like that. But I've been thinking about it, and I'll bet you were planning on sneaking him over there so you could suck his cock anyway!"

Suzanne stood up, but kept her head bent forward penitently. "You've got me there. You're right. But again, can you really blame me? Imagine you got to spend all afternoon with your cutie Tiger, with both of you completely naked. How many minutes would it take before you were on your knees with his magnificent cock halfway down your throat?"

Susan thought about that, but replied testily, "True, but that's not the point! You're changing the topic. The point is, you tricked me by sneaking off to be alone with him! Pool cleaning, my ass. That was just a thin excuse. Why didn't I see it before? Suzanne, I trusted you! I'd trust you with my life! How could you do this to me?"

That made Suzanne feel really terrible, even worse than before when Susan had been absolutely livid. She knew the trust they shared was a very special thing that needed to be protected, and her six-times-a-day scheme was the first time in many years that she'd really violated it.

She confessed, "You're right. I'm so, so sorry! All I can say in my defense is that I thought Sweetie really needed some special assistance. And who was going to help him today, if not me? You took yourself out of the running, and you said I couldn't even give him a handjob. What was supposed to happen when he got erect? Would you rather that he spent the afternoon masturbating in his room, committing the sin of Onan?"

"Well, no," Susan confessed. "But still, don't make yourself out to be a saint. Your motives were selfish! You just wanted to guzzle down a couple of nice thick loads of his yummy sperm!"

"Guilty as charged. But I can be altruistic and selfish at the same time, at least in this case. That's the beauty of his special medical condition: we get joy from helping him out. Everybody wins."

"Yes, but what about Ron?!"

"What about the fact that Alan hadn't cum a SINGLE time today, so far? Do you want him to completely ruin his average, and have blue balls as well? I had to help out!"

"Maybe so. But you went too far; you blatantly lied to me!"

They continued to argue like that for a few minutes. But it wasn't so tense anymore, because Susan's fury had passed. Still, Suzanne knew Susan would remember this incident for a long time to come, and that made her very sad.