Surfer Girl: Part 4

Chapter 10

While Alan had been in the doctor's office, Susan had been sitting in her car trying to read a copy of People magazine. But her thoughts kept returning to what Alan might be doing with Akami.

Ever since that last appointment, she'd tried to block out the memories of that hour of witnessing constant penis manipulation, but she found herself unable to forget it. Thinking about that got her nearly as horny as thinking about the previous Tuesday when she lost all control.

As she sat in her car, she had visions of Akami sucking her son off, but that was just for starters. Her mind was mostly filled with the idea of Alan and Akami fucking.

These ideas literally made her hot and bothered, but very upset and jealous too. She was a frazzled jumble of emotion. She wasn't about to masturbate in the car, so that made her even more bothered. She repeatedly tried to return to the magazine, but found she couldn't get the meaning of the words.

She was fidgeting and frowning when Suzanne called her on her cell phone. Suzanne knew that Susan would be just sitting in her car, trying unsuccessfully not to think about what Alan and Akami were doing nearby. She figured that gave her a perfect opportunity to fire up Susan's lust for Alan a little more, simply by vividly describing all the things Akami could be doing to Alan's dick.

She started off the conversation on a light and cheery note. "Hey Susan! How's it going?"

But Susan was practically on the verge of tears. "Oh, Suzanne. Thank the Lord you called. It's awful! Just AWFUL!"

"What's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong! My cutie Tiger ... Oh God! I can't even think about it!"

Suzanne had been practically licking her chops because of all the potential for sexy mischief. She'd been hoping to get Susan so hot and horny that Susan would be all over Alan as soon as his appointment ended.

But Susan's voice sounded heart-breakingly sad, and before Suzanne could really get going with her usual lusty spiel Susan pleaded, "Suzanne, I beg you. Please! Don't talk about Tiger right now. Please! Not a word. That's the last thing I need to hear. Not even anything slightly related to him. You're my best friend and I really need you now. Please talk about anything else so I can get my mind off of ... you-know-what. What's going on in there!"

Suzanne knew that she had a more domineering personality than Susan, and if she really pushed she could get Susan to go along with her planned discussion, continuing until Susan was so horny that she couldn't tell up from down. But Suzanne's heart went out to her suffering friend.

Sometimes I just push too hard, too fast. Susan's going through a major life change now; she needs time to adjust. It's not all about seeing my sexual scheme come to fruition as fast as possible. I keep telling myself that it's just as much for her benefit as it is for mine, or my Sweetie's, or Angel's. Not everything has to happen TODAY. Susan's my best friend. Hell, she's closer than that: I'd take a bullet for her. Right now, she needs me as a friend and that comes first.

She sighed quietly, so Susan couldn't hear. Then she **** herself to sound enthusiastic. "Sure. It would be my pleasure to talk to you for as long as you like. I'll bet you brought a magazine to keep yourself occupied. I hope it's something with actual news in it."

"Um, it's People magazine, actually."

Suzanne sighed again in distaste at Susan's reading selection, but she did it out loud this time and with theatrical exaggeration. "Susan, Susan, Susan."

Susan smiled a little bit, causing her mood to begin to lighten.

As requested, Suzanne kept Susan's mind occupied with talk about a whole variety of mundane things. It was a challenge not to talk about anything related to Alan or sex, because so much of Susan's life revolved around her children and sex was on her brain so much lately. But Suzanne was careful to redirect the conversation whenever it drifted too close to those areas.

The two mothers kept talking until Susan saw Alan walking through the parking lot towards her car.

Susan was tremendously relieved, and thanked Suzanne profusely for being so helpful.

Suzanne hung up the phone, feeling good about herself. That was ... refreshing. Susan is just such a GOOD person, so filled with boundless love. Just being around her makes me want to be a better person too, and I feel good helping her out. I'm convinced that the best thing I can ever do to help her is to open her eyes so she'll see that she can love her children and me in an entirely new way, a sexual way. But sometimes the best way to go from point A to point B is not a straight line, and today just goes to show that.

As Alan got in the car, Susan looked at the clock on the car dashboard. She consoled herself that at least his appointment lasted less than an hour, instead of the hour plus of the previous one.

As she drove away she asked, "So ... How did things go?" She tensed up as she waited for his response.

"Oh, good, good." He was trying very hard to say as little as possible. He could see that the idea of him doing sexual things with Akami upset her, just from the tension in her voice and the look on her face. He found that curious, because she obviously was much more bothered by that than if he did the exact same things with Suzanne. But it occurred to him that Susan viewed Suzanne as close family, almost like an extension of herself, whereas Akami was seen as an outsider and a potential threat.

Susan gripped the steering wheel tightly as she asked, "So ... did she ... uh ... check your, uh, member, for abnormalities?"

"She did."

"I see." Susan gritted her teeth. But she managed to keep her cool, more or less. "And did she ... take any samples? Sperm samples, I mean."

He grudgingly admitted, "She did that too."

"I see." There was a long silence while Susan continued driving. Finally she gathered up the resolve to ask, "And may I ask how she took those samples? Did she assist you ... orally?"

He winced. "As a matter of fact, she did."

Susan showed no visible response, but just kept on driving. On the inside, though, she was a churning cauldron of emotion. After a minute or more she calmed herself somewhat, telling herself, I am not going to let this bother me. This is a medical treatment, nothing more, nothing less. After all, it makes sense that checking for abnormalities is a good opportunity to help him do his thing, so he can check off one of his six times for today.

She asked, "Did she do a good job ... with it?"

"Um, yeah. I guess you could say that. She definitely spent a lot of time, uh, helping with, ah, stimulating it."

GRRR! But I can't be mad about that. After all, Akami was the very one who pointed out that it's not just the quantity of his daily orgasms but the quality too, so of course she follows her own advice. He needs prolonged, talented stimulation or his testosterone won't kick into gear, or whatever it is that happens there to help fix his energy problem.

She felt a flash of jealousy as she let her thoughts wander. So, I suppose that for most of the appointment Tiger just sat there while Akami licked and slurped and sucked on his rampant ... member. Most other people, when they go into the doctor's, they get a painful shot or bad news, or even something awful like chemotherapy. But not my Tiger. No, he gets his cock sucked for a long time by a cute nurse!

Susan gripped the steering wheel so hard she practically crushed it in her hands. Calm down. Calm down. Calm ... Okay. So what? That's what his treatment is. And if she took most of her clothes off - and I'm sure she did, since she did last time - that makes sense because she doesn't want to get cum on her work clothes. And although she's very professional, I'm sure she enjoyed it. And why wouldn't she? I mean, sucking on Tiger's big, fat cock? Er, I mean, his rather large member? How could she NOT enjoy that? It's just about the greatest fun in the whole wide world!

She sighed with longing. Oh, that Tuesday! What a day! I'll never forget that day. Kneeling naked below my strong, handsome son, my mouth stretched as wide as can be with his thick meat filling me, bobbing on it like some kind of common hussy, hearing the beautiful music of his lusty groans as I flicked my tongue all over his sweet, sweet spot, feeling naughty tingles all the way down to my ... to my...

NO! I can't think like this, especially when I'm driving. Besides, that's what SHE was doing to him just a few minutes ago. ARGH! Why does that get to me so much? I have to remember the wise words Suzanne tells me pretty much every single day. Tiger is a remarkable young man with a very special problem. It's inevitable that a lot of very beautiful women will end up helping him. It's not my place to question that. Especially if I'm unable or unwilling to step up to the plate and suck his yummy cock a couple of times a day, at least, every single day...

She glanced over at Alan in the passenger seat next to her, and found herself staring at his crotch. For once, there wasn't any sign of a bulge there. She licked her lips longingly, but then turned her attention back to the road.

She didn't even ask any more questions about the appointment, so the rest of the ride home was fairly quiet. She was frankly a little scared of Akami, whom she blamed as the root cause of all of her own sinful urges and temptations. So she didn't want to know, and didn't want to think about, whatever they had done.

Chapter 11

That evening Amy, Suzanne, and Suzanne's husband Eric came over to the Plummer house for dinner, because they were all going to a party afterward. There were no sexual hijinks whatsoever during dinner, no doubt due to Eric's presence.

After the meal was over and the plates were being taken away, Amy said, "Thank you, Aunt Susan. That was really good."

Susan smiled benignly and walked off to the kitchen with some of the dirty dishes.

Alan, though, kept his eyes on Amy. She wore a surprisingly daring top, perhaps because she'd never fully gotten the message on how things had changed around the house. It exposed a lot of cleavage, below which there were a few clasps down the middle which held it together. He watched in horror as she started to undo the first clasp.

There wasn't much holding the skimpy top together. Within seconds it was undone to her belly button, though luckily gravity still held her boobs inside the fabric (since she also wasn't wearing a bra). He realized that this was her way of saying that she'd enjoyed the meal, thanks to what he'd told her before about unbuttoning and so forth.

Before anyone else had really noticed what she'd done, Alan got up, grabbed her, and pulled her away from the table. Her top flew open a bit more, but no one saw it as he'd spun her away from the others. Meanwhile he asked out loud so the others could hear, "Amy, could I speak to you for a minute?"

A safe distance from the table, he was able to whisper to her and get her to cover up.

But the incident made him wonder just how much he could trust Amy not to screw things up. He realized that the further they initiated her into sex, the more chance there would be for her to say or do something that could ruin everything. He decided to take things slower with her for a while, especially when it came to three-way activities involving her with Katherine and him that could be seen as incestuous. He also decided that they'd have to be more careful in the ways they teased her.

As it was, Alan had reached his mental limits. He'd had so much sexual excitement in the previous two days that he felt he couldn't take any more. Thus he was very relieved to go to the party and mingle with grown-ups in a completely sex-free environment. He needed time to absorb all the changes in his life, and in particular that of sex with his sister.

Katherine, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by the enormity of what they'd done; all she wanted was more sex.

Alan could understand how she felt; it reminded him of when he first got a computer - for days afterwards he was so excited he could think or do little else but focus on the computer.

But somehow all the sexual contact with multiple females made him more wary than his sister, as well as a lot more sexually satiated. He wanted to be in this for the long haul, so he had to be very careful, while she relied completely on him to be the careful one.

With Alan and the others leaving for the party, Susan found herself at home alone. Ron had his own work-related party to go to, and didn't like her to go to parties without him. Ironically, he worried that she might be sexually **** if she left the house.

It was a real let-down for her, after all the excitement of recent days, to spend a Friday night all by herself. To keep from getting depressed, she kept herself busy doing household chores.

She held out for a while, but eventually she made her way to Alan's room. There was one chore she had come to both love and hate in the past couple of weeks. She formerly had tried to live in denial that her son masturbated, at least as much as she humanly could before the whole six times a day procedure started, but now she felt like she was practically forcing him to sin by not helping him. On the other hand, it felt like a sin to help him too, as it went against her conviction that these acts be reserved for her husband.

It had been hours since Alan had been in his bedroom. It was clear that he had been masturbating earlier, because there were big cum stains on his towel and a spare pillow case. She was delighted when she took a closer look and discovered that the stains on both were still wet and relatively fresh - sometimes it didn't dry out for a long time when the fabric was all bunched up.

She carefully took all the linens downstairs to the laundry room without touching his wet stains. Her mind was still torn between her renewed moralistic sense and her new found desire for his cum. She thought, I have to stick to my vow. I'm going to drop them right into the washer and that's that. Simple. To do anything else would be sinful and depraved, and far too improper. There's NO WAY I'm going to so much as touch that wet spot, much less taste it. I've made that delicious mistake before, several times lately, in fact, but I'm not going to make it again! What would my parents think of me, that I'm even thinking such wicked thoughts?

She put all the laundry she'd collected into the washing machine, piece by piece, including his bed sheets. Eventually, the only two items left were the towel and the pillowcase. Maybe if I just have a little sniff...

She felt confused and conflicted, so she decided to do what Suzanne had recently taught her to do in such situations: expose her breasts. She immediately felt better and more liberated once she was topless. Aaaaah! That feels better. Suzanne is proven right yet again. It's as if the day changed from wet and cold to sunny and warm. Even though Tiger isn't here, I feel like he is, and that he's staring right at me. His big penis is getting stiff. Mmmm!

She started to feel tingly down below as she imagined her son walking in on her with her bare chest heaving and bouncing.

She brought the wet spot on the towel to her nose to smell it, testing just how fresh it was. Hmmm. Pungent. That's very pungent. And of course it's so sweet. All that juice he drinks sure does wonders. You can almost smell just how virile he is! But I'll bet it's not REALLY fresh. After all, it's been hours since he was in his room. It just looks fresh.

She couldn't help herself and ran a finger through the wet spot. She brought her wet finger to her nose as if to make sure. Hmmm. It's wet alright. But how does it taste? That's the real test of freshness.

She pulled her head back and brought the towel down to put it in the washer. NO! I'm NOT going to eat any of it. That's completely depraved and disgusting. Furthermore, it's downright sad. I'm not going to be some pathetic and lonely loser. It's bad enough that I'm doing the laundry on a Friday night while thinking the most naughty and sinful thoughts about my son and his wonderfully suckable erection!

But while she had moved the towel away from her face, her wet finger was still right in front of her nose. Somehow, while she was admonishing herself, her finger found a way into her mouth without her consciously thinking about it. She sucked on her finger. She loved the wicked taste so much that she grew weak in the knees.

With that, all restraint flew out the window. She brought the towel's wet spot to her mouth and began sucking on the wetness. This is wrong! So wrong! This is NOT happening! I can't believe what I'm doing!

She continued to berate herself until she sucked all the cum she could get out of the abused towel. However, her berating came out in such a way as to be more arousing to her than discouraging. For instance, she said, This is NOT how a proper Christian lady behaves. This is how a wanton big-titted mommy slut behaves! One who simply can't get enough of her son's naughty, incestuous, oversized cock-meat!

Why, if he were here right now, I might very well drop to my knees and take his great thickness into my mouth and suck on it! And not just one or two polite little bobs on it either. No! I'm so far gone that I'd create a tight seal with my lips and use tremendous suction right over his sweet spot, because I know how much he loves that. And I'd use my tongue on it too, and stroke the rest with my fingers, because I'm so very, very naughty!

She quickly moved on to the pillowcase until she got most of that wet spot as well.

Once the cum was gone, her horny mood vanished in the air. She broke down and cried. Her one consolation was that no one else knew of her secret struggle with the laundry.

It was a battle she fought silently, and generally lost, almost every time she did the laundry these days. No one else, not even Suzanne, knew just how frequently she struggled with her urges at times like this.

To Susan's great despair, it seemed like the only times in a day she was happy nowadays was when her chest was bared and her son's erection or cum filled her mouth.

She concluded, It's hopeless. I can't deny reality. I need to help Tiger with his problem and soon, or I'm going to lose my mind! I don't even care if Ron is still here; I'm not going to fight it anymore. I need his love! I need that cum! It's the liquid proof of his everlasting love. God help me!