Tempted: Part 3

Chapter 8

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Susan? Sweetie? I can hear you in there. Can I come in?"

The two of them turned and stared at the door. They would have panicked except that they instantly realized the scratchy voice could only belong to Suzanne. And it made sense that she would have come upstairs by now.

After Susan got over her initial shock, she said, "Suzanne?! I'm not decent."

However, her words came too late because Alan was within reach of the doorknob, and as she spoke he unlocked and opened it. "Hi, Aunt Suzy."

Susan's first reaction was to flee and cover herself, but Alan's opening of the door was so quick and unexpected that she realized that, in the time she had, breaking the hug would only expose herself even more. So she pressed herself tighter against him. She hoped that since he was mostly between her and the door, Suzanne wouldn't be able to see much of her, although it was painfully obvious that she was completely naked and hugging her clothed son.

Suzanne walked in. She smiled and teased them playfully, "Well, well, well. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No! Absolutely not!" Susan protested as she squeezed herself closer to her son, inadvertently pressing his boner even tighter against her lower tummy. "Nothing at all! It's not like it looks! Uh ... We're just having a little talk."

Suzanne looked down at the way Alan's hand was kneading Susan's bare ass cheeks, and raised a curious eyebrow. "Normally, I would have to snicker about that, but I won't. Besides, I heard a little bit through the door just now. Something about my Sweetie not needing me after all?"

Acting as if it was no big deal that Susan was completely nude and being fondled by her son, Suzanne closed and locked the door behind her. Then she walked past the hugging duo to sit down on the edge of Susan's bed.

Susan, with Alan's happy cooperation, jostled him bit by bit so the two of them could pivot some without breaking their hug. They kept at it until Alan was between Suzanne and Susan again. Susan didn't want Suzanne staring at her naked backside, especially while Alan's hands were holding and caressing her bubble butt.

All the while, Susan's body pressed into Alan's in the most delightful ways. He especially loved how her boobs seemed to cover his entire chest. He could actually feel heat coming from her erect nipples through his thin T-shirt.

As they shuffled around, Susan said to Suzanne while blushing profusely, "I suppose you're wondering why I'm naked..."

"Nah. I got it on the phone. I gather Sweetie burst into your room while you were naked and you haven't had a chance to put your clothes back on. Or something along those lines."

Susan said, "Yes, sadly that's the case. I'm afraid he's been acting in a terribly improper manner. He has to understand I have boundaries."

"Not a problem. We'll just have to take care of the horny bugger." She surreptitiously inhaled deeply, and approvingly noticed the smell of Susan's arousal pervading the room. She beckoned Alan closer with a crook of her finger.

He immediately disengaged and went to Suzanne.

Susan grabbed the towel from the bed, where it had been thrown after Alan dried her, and wrapped it about herself. (She might have worn a robe, but subconsciously she knew that she was sexier in just a towel, which had more potential for naughty accidents.) She hurried into the adjacent vanity area for a moment to check her coverage in a full-length mirror. When she was sure that her 'private parts' were covered and that her hair was OK, she returned to the two of them.

Suzanne had been busy during Susan's brief absence. When Susan walked back in, she found Alan and Suzanne sitting next to each other on her sofa. Suzanne's blouse was completely unbuttoned in the front, with her boobs hanging out. Alan still wore his T-shirt, but his shorts were now off and Suzanne was stroking his stiff boner with both hands.

Susan was still more shocked by Suzanne's arrival than aroused, so she complained, "Suzanne! What do you think you're doing?!" But she wasn't feeling prudish enough to actually leave the room, or even avert her eyes.

Suzanne loved to tease. Her tone was joking but friendly. "Susan, you should know what this is called by now. You can say I'm jacking him off. Or you can call it a handjob."

"I know THAT! But I mean, in my bedroom! And Ron! You can't do it here, 'cos this is his bedroom too!"

"Susan, as for this being his bedroom, come on, look around. Do you see any signs of him except for a picture or two?"

Horrified, Susan noticed a big wedding picture of Ron and herself taken on their wedding day. Feeling like Ron was staring at her through the picture, she walked over to it and placed it face down. She also was reminded of her wedding ring, but she tried hard not to think about that, or its implications.

Meanwhile, Suzanne was saying, "He spends more time sleeping in airports than he does sleeping here. This is YOUR room, decorated just how YOU like it. I'm the one helping Sweetie with his problem at the moment, not you, so what's the problem? And I told you Ron will be busy for a while. The guys'll probably be gabbing for an hour or more about quarterbackers and linebacks and all that stuff."

Even though Suzanne was driving Alan wild with two hands sloshing their way up and down his erection, he felt the need to correct her statement. "Quarterbacks and linebackers, actually, Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne winked. "Whatever! It's true that I hate football, but I knew that much at least. I was just testing ya."

He decided that was probably true, since he believed she was knowledgeable about almost everything.

Susan stood transfixed for long moments, just staring at Suzanne's stroking fingers and only barely hearing the explanation about Ron being busy next door for an hour or more. She licked her lips and her heart beat much faster when she saw pre-cum start to dribble out and wet Suzanne's fingers.

After a while, she asked Suzanne, "Why is your blouse opened in front?"

Suzanne acted as if she could hardly believe she had to answer such an obvious question. "Oh, come on. Surely you know the only way to properly jack off a thick, long, powerful cock like Sweetie's is with your top off. Especially in your case. It's well known how much he loves your big breasts."

With a large towel around her, Susan at least looked covered up, but she didn't feel covered up. The towel was wrapped tightly around the top of her massive melons, but with this talk about how Alan loved her rack, it somehow slid down in her hands until her nipples were barely covered. She felt like she was effectively naked, especially in her lower privates, because the towel hung a few inches off her body and didn't even touch her ass cheeks. Her cunt was throbbing and leaking, and she felt like everyone could see the rivulets of vaginal fluids flowing down her legs. (Actually, this was true, although the others politely pretended not to notice.) She regretted not cleaning her thighs while she'd been in the bathroom.

To add to her consternation, one of the few places where the towel touched her was at her nipples, and the material rubbed against them in agonizingly delightful ways with every move she made.

But she hardly noticed those things because she was so absorbed watching Suzanne's handjob technique. She did just manage to have enough wits left to complain, "Suzanne, this isn't right. Even if Ron's gone, you can't do this here, like that."

Suzanne pretended to misunderstand. "You're right. Alan's big slab of man meat could blow like Mount Vesuvius at any second, and we could make a big mess. God knows that thing squirts like a public fountain. Susan, could you be a dear and take off the rest of my blouse? You know what they say about spilling one's seed on the ground. Thank goodness our faces and chests are here to save him from sin."

Susan walked forward as if in a trance. She stood next to Suzanne, who obligingly turned a little, and unbuttoned her blouse from the backside. That put her in much closer proximity to the handjob. She could hear every last juicy squish as Suzanne's magic fingers worked their way up and down without pause.

Suzanne, still acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, asked Susan, "Could you take my skirt off too? It's an expensive one, and you know how Sweetie's spermy seed can fly just about anywhere. I don't want it stained like Monica's." (That was a reference to Monica Lewinsky's stained blue dress that had led indirectly to President Bill Clinton's 1999 impeachment trial.)

Susan asked with worry, "But ... won't that leave you naked? Completely naked?!" The thought of that tremendously excited her for some reason, especially since her gaze was glued to Suzanne's sliding fingers.

Suzanne smiled. "No worries. In my rush to come over here, I happened to be still wearing panties." She made eye contact with Alan, and winked. "Crazy, I know."

Feeling like a zombie or under some enchantment, Susan finished undoing Suzanne's blouse and then got to work on removing her skirt. Oh God! Tiger, shooting his spermy seed! That's so HOT! I can practically feel his sinful seed shooting onto my skin!

Chapter 9

All of that undressing required Susan to do a lot of bending over. Before long, her towel, which had already been clinging precariously to her body, opened and fell to the floor.

"Oh my goodness! I'm naked!" Susan stood there helplessly, looking down at the towel. Even though she was still slightly peeved at Alan, she was so aroused that she was tempted just to leave the towel there and compete with Suzanne at stroking and even sucking his cock. But some shred of willpower remained, so she reluctantly bent down and picked up the towel.

Suzanne was delighted by Susan's little accident. During Susan's momentary distraction she quickly pulled her own panties off and tossed them aside. Then, as her fingers relentlessly stroked, she casually said to Alan, "You should consider yourself very lucky. How many boys have big-titted mommies like THAT?" She nodded at Susan's bare ass, since Susan was still bent over picking up the towel. "Don't you think her ass is just as impressive as her famous boobs?"

"Suzanne!" Susan complained as she finally stood back up and tried to put the towel back in place.

She quickly tucked the two ends of the towel tightly together at the top of her cleavage, which left a potential gap right down her middle. She was in such an erotic fog that she didn't realize that the way she was standing caused that gap to open.

Alan, however, definitely noticed. Even though he'd just seen and felt a lot of naked Susan a few minutes earlier, his eyes bugged out as he stared at his mother's bush and pussy through the gap in the towel. Getting sneak peeks was somehow even better than seeing full-on nudity, especially when he was being jacked off by another naked bombshell at the same time.

He couldn't help but notice how wet her pussy was. It made his heart pound like crazy, even more than Suzanne's sliding fingers.

When Suzanne had rushed over to the Plummer house, she'd just expected to meet Alan in his room and give him a blowjob, and that would be it. She hadn't expected that a situation like this would present itself, but since it had she was rolling with the punches. Her goal was to reignite Susan's lust for her son as quickly as possible. Consequently, she now worried that things were moving too quickly, which could cause another setback. However, Susan had already informed her (in clinical terms) of the abnormality check earlier in the day, so Suzanne thought it likely that Susan was again already on her path back to loving her son's cock.

With that in mind, she said, "Susan, isn't it just amazing how long it takes for Alan to cum? I mean, here we are, and if you believe all the hype, we're both centerfold material. God knows we have big enough boobs, and boys love that kind of thing. I'm naked, you're flashing your pussy, and I'm stroking his massive log with both hands, and he's STILL managing to hold out on us! How do you do it, Sweetie?"

When Susan heard that she was flashing her pussy, she immediately straightened up and adjusted her towel to close the gap. Once that was done, she didn't know what to do with herself so she just remained there. But kept a hand on the towel to make sure that the gap didn't reopen.

Suzanne had known that Susan would cover up after hearing her description. But she also knew that Susan would get even more aroused when she learned that Alan had been looking at her pussy, and furthermore, that Suzanne had seen him doing so. In fact, by this point Susan was such a raging inferno of lust that rivulets of her pussy juice started to become obvious even below the bottom edge of her big towel, halfway down her thighs.

Alan noticed that his mother had a growing 'leakage problem'. His heart pounded like a hammer, and he was in no shape to talk. But he still kept his eyes open, even though that put him in even greater danger of overstimulation, because he didn't want to miss any part of what was happening around him.

Susan finally recovered her wits enough to notice that Suzanne had removed her panties as well. She complained to her best friend, "Hey! Where'd your panties go?"

Suzanne didn't even look up from staring at her own stroking fingers. "Yeah, well, they were chafing me. What'cha gonna do?"

"Suzanne! That's no answer. If it weren't for my towel, we'd both be wearing nothing but our red high heels! I mean, that's just outrageous, not to mention downright improper. Is this how married Christian women behave? No! It's more like we're Tiger's personal sluts!"

Still not looking from Alan's crotch, Suzanne replied, "You know, if you want to be one of his personal sluts, I suggest you drop the towel, and for good this time. Help out with some visual stimulation."

Susan gaped in shock. "That's ... that's so improper!"

"No it's not. That's just being helpful. Dance around a little bit. Remind him what a hottie he has for a big-titted mommy. His cock is so nice and stiff and HOT in my hands! But it's not throbbing enough. The more quality visual stimulation you can provide, the more it'll help. As one of his personal sluts, it's kind of your responsibility. Remember, Akami said it's not just about the daily total for his orgasms, but the QUALITY and duration too."

"Suzanne!" Susan complained again. "I never said I wanted to be one of my son's personal sluts. Besides-"

Suzanne cut her off. "Actually, you have. For instance, do you remember when you told me the other day-"

Now, it was Susan's turn to interrupt. "No! Please! Don't mention that, please? Am I not humiliated enough here? It's bad enough that my entire body is trembling with desire from watching you stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke my studly son's great big cock! So much stroking! Won't it ever erupt with spermy goodness?! My mouth is watering from this NEED I have to ... to ... to suck it! God help me! Dear Lord, please! And then you want me to drop my towel and strut around, showing off my big tits to my very own son!"

Susan was in such an insanely horny state that she wasn't sure anymore if she was complaining or fantasizing.

In fact, Suzanne could feel that Alan's dick was pulsing in a most intense and needy manner. She'd said otherwise as a thin excuse to get Susan to fall further into debauchery. But it wasn't only his dick; his entire body was shaking, possibly even more than Susan's. Of the three, only Suzanne appeared to be a relatively cool cucumber, due to her greater experience at disguising and controlling her raging lust. Now worried that Alan was about to blow his load, she asked him, "How are you holding up, Sweetie?"

Alan was so aroused by Susan's words, not to mention Suzanne's continued stroking, that it seemed the room was spinning and he might pass out at any second. He'd heard Suzanne's question and tried to form an answer, but his mind felt like mush. "Um ... I, uh ... the PC muscle..." He was practically hyperventilating too, making it all the more remarkable that he could say even that much.

Suzanne picked up on what he'd said, and talked on his behalf. "Did you say the PC muscle? So you're doing your exercises. Excellent! Are you practicing right now even as my hands are flying up and down your marvelous, stiff pole?"

He just nodded.

"How delightful. I can tell you must be practicing religiously and it's paying off already, because ... look. What if I do this?"

Suzanne knew some special moves where she could place the tips of her fingers on his most sensitive spots, like his piss hole. Her fingers fanned out and covered all of his most erogenous zones with the skill of an acupuncturist. Her fingers danced over his scrotum as well, and even the surprisingly sensitive perineum (the space between the scrotum and anus).

He groaned as her fingers did a bunch of arousing tricks all at once. It was like he'd been slugged in the chest, but by a wave of pure pleasure. Somehow he managed to hold off his cum, but he didn't know how he'd managed to do so.

(In fact, under cover of her rapid hand movements, Suzanne had pinched the base of his dick tightly, cutting off his orgasm just before it started, because she knew her **** would overwhelm him. He was so close to passing out and focused so intently on not losing it that he didn't even notice what she had done.)

Suzanne was honestly impressed by his staying power. "Susan, this is remarkable! He's cum so far in such a short time, so to speak! Hee-hee-hee! If we don't watch out, we could be here for hours. We'll probably have to take turns. Can you just picture Ron's face if he came in here and saw my fists sliding up and down your son's big, thick, monster cock with you naked on your knees, masturbating in front of us? Or what if we're jacking and licking him together? Talk about a surprise!"

"Suzanne! That's so improper!" Susan protested. But the visual picture Suzanne presented was so hot that she found herself climaxing without warning, and without even touching her privates. The urge had been building for quite a while, and her body just couldn't take any more.

Caught unaware, her knees buckled and she fell to a squatting position on the floor. As she did, the precariously tucked towel fell open again and dropped to the floor around her. Ironically, and more or less by pure chance, she found herself in almost exactly one of the positions Suzanne had just described. She realized this, and it made her even more insanely aroused as waves of pure orgasmic bliss washed over her.

Alan had already been on the precipice of a great climax when Suzanne started to describe how it would look if Ron found them. That started to push him over the edge. But as he began to lose control, he saw Susan collapse and her towel fall away as if she were kneeling before him to worship his erection. That caused him to truly and completely lose it; the arousing sights and sounds and smells that surrounded him were more than any horny male could endure without cumming hard.

As she sensed he was about to shoot, Suzanne repositioned herself, lying on the sofa to make herself comfy. Then she dropped her face into his lap, engulfing his entire cockhead in one motion.

Susan somehow managed to stand back up, crying out in erotic dismay, "Oh God! What are you doing?!"

But Suzanne had no way to respond, because she was bobbing frantically up and down his stiff pole while he shot his load into her mouth.

She worried that taking it in the mouth right in front of Susan was going too far, but her desire to swallow all of his cum was too strong. Besides, she figured it wouldn't be good if Ron came back and found his bedroom smelling of a strange man's cum. So she swallowed all but the last few drops.

Alan's climax was starting to peter out. Then he looked up at Susan. First, he saw her wet pussy. Then his gaze went higher, up her taut tummy, and he saw her hands clutching at her mountains of tit-flesh and pulling on her nipples. His gaze went higher still and he saw how hungrily she was licking her lips while watching Suzanne's bobbing head guzzle up his cum.

That triggered what was almost a second orgasm, resulting in more thick, creamy ropes of cum rocketing to the back of Suzanne's throat.

Susan watched Suzanne's neck, and saw her best friend repeatedly gulping in a frantic effort to keep up with the flood of cum in her mouth. At that moment, Susan wanted that to be her mouth and her neck so desperately that it was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs in frustration. Some lingering sense that Ron was nearby both stifled her scream and fired her lust even more.

While she yanked on her nipples, she realized that she was having another great climax. She found herself falling to her knees again and crying out some, although it wasn't the blood-curdling scream she'd been contemplating mere seconds before. Her breasts and especially her nipples were so sensitive that, once again, she'd orgasmed without any clitoral stimulation at all.

When Alan's double climax finally petered out, he actually passed out briefly. His upper body turned to jelly. He would have collapsed completely and slid off the sofa, but Suzanne caught him and held him in place until he came back to consciousness.

Fortunately, he hadn't missed much, since he'd been out for less than a minute. Waves of pleasure continued reverberating throughout his body for so long that he felt like he'd died and been reborn several times over.

When he returned to the world, he found himself slouched way back on the sofa. Suzanne was still stretched out along most of the sofa with her head in his lap. It dawned on him that this goddess of beauty was cleaning his penis and balls with her tongue. Even though he was in his refractory period, with a flaccid dick, the stimulation felt really great.

He looked around the rest of the room and saw that Susan was on the floor in front of him, sprawled out nude and completely passed out. Her multiple orgasms had hit so relentlessly that she'd really lost consciousness.

After a few minutes, Suzanne decided that Alan's penis was sufficiently clean and wouldn't be rebounding anytime soon, so she sat up. She cuddled into his side and gently stroked his upper arm as the two of them watched Susan's bare breasts rise and fall with each breath. "Having fun, Sweetie?" She laughed, because the answer was so obvious.

She spoke freely to Alan about Susan, knowing that Susan was completely zonked; they could even hear her snoring lightly. "Just look at her. I'd have to say your mother has fallen off the fuddy-duddy wagon in a big way. Most women never have an orgasm like that in their entire lives. I think it's safe to say that she's hooked on orgasms like that now, and her reverting-to-her-old-ways phase is essentially over. Just look at all that naked, big-titted motherly goodness that's going to be yours to play with for years to come. Look at that juicy pussy. Mmmm. Yum."

Alan was still so out of it that he could barely string a sentence together. "Aunt Suzy. Don't say that." He was concerned she'd ramp up his arousal yet again while he was still too non-reactive to really enjoy it. He knew her description would be insanely arousing all over again, but he didn't think his brain and body were in any condition to handle it at that moment.

Suzanne ignored his request to stop talking like that. She readjusted the two of them so his head lay on her pillowy breasts instead of leaning against her side. Even though it was the back of his head resting on her cleavage, it still felt great for both of them. She was even thoughtful enough to position him so that he continued to have a good view of his sprawled out mother.

She said, "I gather you upset her just before I got here, by being too aggressive. I'm surprised at you. Remember: don't push your luck. Trust ol' Aunt Suzy on how and when to proceed. You just have too much cock for me to handle all by my lonesome self and we're going to need her help. Let me bring her along, and before you know it your mother and I will be taking turns blowing and stroking you every hour or two. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

He just moaned affirmatively. There was an incredulous tone to his moaning, because her suggestion sounded too good to even fantasize about. Yet he couldn't deny the reality of seeing Susan lying there naked, her thighs sticky with her own cum and the post-orgasmic bliss still evident on her face.

Suzanne helped him stand up before he was really ready to go anywhere. She playfully swatted him on the butt. "Time to get a move on. This was far too risky, to be honest. Your mom was right about that much. There's really no telling when Ron will come back, and I've got to do some serious damage control first. But boy, was that worth the risk! Don't you agree?"

He nodded his head as he staggered off to take a shower down the hall. He was so orgasmically shattered that he moved without thought. He was asleep by the time he hit the bed.

Chapter 10

Suzanne, meanwhile, had a lot of damage control to take care of. After dressing, she woke Susan and assisted her to the private shower adjacent to her bedroom.

In the shower, Susan thought, My goodness! I'm just so darn tired. I can hardly keep my eyes open. What the heck just happened there? Now that I think about it, it all started when I was taking a shower a little while ago, just like this one.

Then Tiger took over! He's just soooo assertive! He came in here, and he didn't care that I was naked, just like I am now. He's such a kind, mild-mannered boy. It was so unlike him. I'll bet it was his cock driving him on! His huge, sperm-filled cock! That turned him into some kind of ravenous SEX MONSTER! And naturally, he homed in on his big-titted mommy, all naked, wet, and helpless in the shower!

Oh my! It kind of makes me wonder if he'll come in here again. I suppose he's in the other upstairs bathroom right now, and he's probably as tired as I am. He'll probably just want to wash up and go to bed. But he'll have to wash his privates to get clean. Mmmm ... Wash his cock and balls ... Rubbing them ... Making his cock long and thick! And that just might wake up the monster in him again! And of course he's gonna look to his busty mommy for relief. For ... for ... cocksucking! MMMM!

Without really thinking about it, Susan found herself washing her pussy. "No, Tiger, you can't! You just can't. I'm too tired. Suzanne's around here somewhere. Why don't you have her help you out? And then I can watch. Mmmm, yes! Oh, God! Like how she was just fondling and stroking and rubbing your big cock for so darn long! And yet, even that wasn't enough, was it? You made her suck and bob on it, even while your naked mommy danced in front of you, waiting for her turn! MMMM!"

Wait a sec. It wasn't quite like that, was it? I'm getting too horny again. Why is it that every single time I get in the shower lately, I just get too darn horny? The problem is, I have to clean my private parts, and that somehow always makes me think of my cutie Tiger...

But not this time. Darn it, I'm gonna show some willpower for once and NOT spend the next ten minutes or more just rubbing my naughty places while dreaming about sucking on his great, big, thick, long, tasty, yummy cock! Mmmm!

But no. I'm NOT going to do that. Really! Dear Lord, please, give me strength!

The problem is, my body is far too easily aroused. The good Lord must be trying to tempt me or something, because pretty much all I have to do is think about my handsome, adorable son these days, and BAM! Tingles and shivers all over! But I will be strong. With faith in God and the power of prayer, I can accomplish anything I set out to do.

She deliberately pinned her hands behind her back, clenching her hands together for good measure. There! That'll stop me. My naughty hands can't do any harm now. Phew!

But then she remembered Suzanne talking about how she was one of Alan's "personal sluts." Oh no! Why did I think of that?! "Personal slut." It sounds totally wanton and depraved. But it's kind of true, isn't it? Am I one of his personal sluts? If I'm frequently helping him with my hands and even my mouth, what does that make me? Oh God! I AM one of his personal sluts! So HOT! But so wrong! Oh no! MMMM! Too hot! I can't control myself! I'm so bad!

At some point while she was thinking that, her hands wound up on her pussy and breasts again. She truly had trouble controlling herself, because there were too many stimulating thoughts in her head.

After a while, and a fair amount of "cleaning" of her pussy and breasts, she felt something more than just water trickling down her thighs. That made her stop before her usual loss of self-control, to look down to see what was happening. To her surprise the trickle was blood.

Oh no! Of all things, my period just started. I wasn't expecting that until tomorrow. I guess it's early. Maybe it's a sign I should stop helping my Tiger. Actually, what else could it be? The Lord is telling me to stop this before it goes too far.

She did manage to stop masturbating after that. She was proud of herself, and decided that this was a key turning point on her path to regaining her willpower and self-control.

While Susan showered, Suzanne cleaned up the bedroom. She opened windows and used copious amounts of air freshener to rid the room of any sexual smells. She even dimmed the lights and lit some candles so the smell of melting wax could serve as an olfactory distraction.

When Susan finally came out of the shower, she again wore the same big white towel as before. The only difference was that she had panties on underneath, due to the start of her period. She dragged herself to her bed and lay down under the bed sheets. She was too tired to even remove the towel.

Suzanne was still there, fully dressed again, ready to work on the mental damage control. She could tell that Susan was somewhat aroused, but too tired to be fully aroused. Still, she appeared aroused enough to be open to at least some of Suzanne's sexual suggestions.

Susan was despondent. "Suzanne, how could I? What happened just now, it was so wrong! So very improper!"

But Suzanne came back with, "Why? What happened? I gave Sweetie a handjob because he really needed one. Doctor's orders. There's nothing wrong with that, and in fact it's a very good thing, a big step to his getting back on track with his daily target."

Susan snorted unhappily, "You did more than just give him a handjob."

Suzanne pretended to be clueless. "What? You mean at the end?"

"That's exactly what I mean!"

"Oh, that. Well, I didn't want to create a big mess. Would you have preferred for his cum to fly all over? Remember, this is where Ron sleeps too. In fact, you were standing right in front of him; he probably would have cum all over you. Would that have made you happier, to have him douse you from head to toe in his sweet, creamy sperm?"

Susan bit her tongue, because she was afraid to speak for fear that she'd readily agree to that. Instead, after a pause, she complained, "Well, okay, but you didn't have to bob so darn long on him."

"Oh but I did! I've read that the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds. But not our studly Tiger! He had some kind of double orgasm, and just when I thought he was all done, he started cumming and cumming and cumming again!" She patted her tummy. "I feel bloated from the cup or two of sperm he pumped down my throat. Yum!"

Susan was more than a little envious, even though she knew Suzanne must be exaggerating wildly with the "cup or two" comment. She complained, "That was nowhere near six seconds of bobbing. It wasn't even twelve seconds. It was much, much longer than that!"

Suzanne shrugged. "True enough. But I guess I mistimed his start and did a little bobbing there first. And afterwards, how was I to know whether his cock would stay hard or not? I figured it was worth another minute or two of bobbing until I was fully certain he'd gone flaccid."

Susan sighed. "Well ... okay. I guess. That sounds reasonable. Besides, I suppose I'm more mad at myself than at you. I'm the one who shouldn't be doing naughty things with him!"

"What did you do? So you gave him a heaping helping of visual stimulation. Big deal. Again, that's doctor approved; nothing wrong with that. You didn't touch him improperly. In fact, you didn't do anything wrong at all."

"But I felt it pressed against me when we were hugging," Susan complained. "I mean, I could feel his ... you know."

"His cock," Suzanne helpfully suggested.

Susan nodded, embarrassed. "We just kept hugging and hugging, with his rampant..."

"Cock."

"Um, that. Poking into me. My word, it was poking! That definitely counts as inappropriate touching."

Suzanne responded, "But it's so big and thick and hard most of the time, how could you NOT feel it pressing against you? You didn't do anything wrong there. You're completely naked, he's got his usual raging boner, and he's hugging you because he's such a sweet Sweetie. So there's a little grinding going on. Again, big whoop. That's just basic biology. He wouldn't be heterosexual if he didn't take advantage and fondle his busty mommy a little bit."

"But still," Susan grumbled, even as she longingly pictured her son's erection in her mind, remembering exactly how it had pressed into her. "And did you see me at the end? You were probably too busy bobbing all over his delicious cock to notice, but I ... I ... I had a tingle! A strong tingle! It's so wrong!" She shamefully covered her face with her hands, even though it was a big effort to do so in her noodle-like, completely-drained state.

"Now, now," Suzanne soothed, running a hand along Susan's bare shoulder. She knew that when Susan said "tingle," she didn't mean just a tingle - that was Susan's code for an orgasm when she was in a prudish or regretful mood like at this moment. "There's nothing wrong with that at all. I keep telling you, as long as we have to help him with his treatment, why can't we enjoy it? That's no sin! It would be stupid to **** ourselves to suffer. 'Tingles' are nice; why run from them?"

She lied as she continued, "Besides, he was so far gone by that time that he probably didn't notice you falling to the floor. He has no idea that you collapsed in a naked orgasmic heap. In fact, he passed out completely himself. I helped him get up and walk to his own bathroom before he was fully aware. So as far as he knows, you just stayed there watching, dressed like you are now, in that big towel."

"Really?" Susan could have sworn she'd seen Alan staring at her on the floor while Suzanne's head bobbed up and down over his long, stiff prick, but now she wasn't sure if that was a real memory or just her fevered imagination.

"Really."

Susan told herself, I must have been fantasizing. Hallucinating? Maybe I'd passed out already. Yeah, I probably had passed out and was dreaming. Thank goodness, too, because that was so depraved and out of control. And still I feel bad about it, even if he couldn't see everything.

She said, "But Ron! What about Ron? I feel so horrible! If my husband only knew what we're doing here, he'd kill me." She stared at her wedding ring and twisted it on her finger.

Suzanne responded, "Look. There's no point in telling Ron about Alan's medical treatment, because guys can be irrational about sex-related things involving other guys. Not that what you're doing with your son is really sex per se, but we can't expect your husband to understand that. In any case, Ron has no right to be angry about anything you do. Don't forget about all of his cheating when he's overseas. You're just being a good mother, helping your son in his time of need. As you get better at it, you'll be able to control your feelings better too."

"But ... But ... It just doesn't feel right. Anything that feels that good, it simply HAS to be a sin."

Suzanne laughed. "I really like your parents, generally speaking, but they seriously messed you up about some things." She went to the candles she'd lit and blew them out, leaving the room in near total darkness. "It's late and you're exhausted. Go to sleep and we'll talk about it some more tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay." Susan felt like she was a little girl being tucked in by her mother. Suzanne even went to Susan's dresser, got out her nightgown, handed it to her, and then took her towel away.

Suzanne noticed right away that Susan was wearing panties, but she figured it was just part of Susan's temporary backslide. Susan didn't want to mention that her monthly menses had began, because her prudish side made her **** to ever talk about "yucky" things like menstruation.

Susan worried about Ron coming to bed and finding her naked in just her panties, so she managed to put her nightgown on, again with Suzanne's help. But she was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down and closed her eyes; her soul-shattering multiple orgasms had worn her out completely.

After she was asleep, Suzanne borrowed her shower and removed all traces of their activities.

Suzanne left the Plummer house feeling extremely good about herself. My impromptu scheme worked as well as I could have hoped. True, it was a bit bumpy and risky there for a while - when I'd arrived, it seemed like Susan and Sweetie were having a big setback in their sexual development due to his lust for her and loss of control. But I managed to get everyone to pretty much forget all that. Susan's great multiple orgasms bring my ultimate plans that much closer to fruition. Now I can talk to her openly about sex again, and thus bring her along a lot faster. Plus, I had so much fun! I know we all did.

She chuckled to herself when she got home and saw Ron, Eric, and Brad still hanging out in the living room, arguing about football statistics.

She thought, Ron, poor Ron. If you only knew what goes on in your house right under your nose! But then again, you deserve it all, and then some, for what you've done to Susan. Those chickens will ALL come home to roost. I'll see to that, that's for sure.

But the sexual activity in the Plummer household had one more encore. After Alan woke before midnight with a need to pee, he remembered his daily quota and was able to get off once more while thinking about what had transpired earlier. He couldn't believe his luck.