You Watch Me: Part 2

Chapter 4

She walked right up to Alan and then she and Simone stopped and looked down. "Hi there, Alan. And ... friends." She'd already forgotten the names Simone had just mentioned, since the other two mattered so little to her.

Alan, Sean, and Peter all stood up. Inwardly, the three of them were reacting in different ways to this unexpected encounter from the high and mighty Heather and her well-known sidekick.

Sean's reaction was the strongest. He'd had a profound crush on Heather for ages. Peter had a crush on her too, as had most males at the school at one time or another. Not only was she a drop-dead gorgeous, buxom, tanned, blue-eyed, blonde-haired cheerleader "babe", but she had a stunning presence as well. Heather radiated charisma and confidence while still being able to project a sense of innocence and sweetness when it amused or served her to do so.

So Sean was absolutely staggered to be standing this close to her. He had loved her from afar though, which meant he had no idea just what a bitch she was when experienced up close.

Peter was also gob-smacked into silence, but his reaction was a bit different from Sean's. He wasn't as reverential of Heather, probably because he knew more about her bitchy side than Sean did. He also was more worried than Sean, since his greater knowledge made him painfully aware that his chubby appearance could be an easy target for Heather's sharp tongue.

Alan was confused. He'd had fantasies about having sex with Heather from time to time, but he'd never had a crush on her since he'd been much more focused on Christine and Glory. As a result, he wasn't as awed by her as the other two were. Furthermore, his confidence was soaring now that he'd started to have a real and vibrant sex life, and he also was used to talking to a number of extremely beautiful women at home.

But on the other hand, this was Heather he was facing, and old habits die hard. He found himself fairly intimidated by her despite his strong determination not to feel that way. The fact that she (and Simone) wore reflective sunglasses made it more daunting for him to talk to them.

Additionally, as good as Heather and Simone looked from afar, they looked even better standing in bikinis only a few feet away. Heather wore a dark red bikini that stood out against her lighter skin while Simone wore a light orange bikini that contrasted well with her darker skin. They were the hottest of the hot and the coolest of the cool, and they knew it.

The way their hard bodies were oiled up with suntan lotion was almost too much for Alan to take. His hormones were getting the best of him and making it hard for him to think. He had a tremendous boner protruding outwards from the middle of his bathing suit, but didn't realize just how much he was showing.

Still, one thing he had learned in recent weeks was that it was good to roll with the punches and try to act like you know what's going on, even when you don't. So he did his best to mask his confusion and intimidation, and attempted to at least say something sensible.

"Hey Heather. Hi, Simone. How you doing?" That was all he could manage, but at least it came out sounding casual. Despite the fact that they'd shared some classes over the years, this was the first time he'd spoken to Heather or Simone directly.

Heather was mildly pleased by that. She found that whenever she deigned to talk to her social inferiors - that great mass of most of her fellow students that she'd derisively nicknamed "the lower life forms" - they were often too tongue-tied to even respond. The nerds were the worst in that respect.

She looked at Sean and Peter and saw that they were hopelessly fawning already, therefore confirming that they were not worthy of her conversation. She returned her focus to Alan, whom she identified as the closest thing their group had to a leader. "Hey. What are you doing here? I can't say I've seen you at this beach before."

Heather's tone had been a bit accusatory, but he deliberately ignored that. "Just enjoying the rays. Same as you. Hey, say hi to my sister when you see her. I've heard the squad has had an interesting week."

Heather wasn't sure how to respond to that obvious yet carefully veiled reference to the panty painting. Was he threatening to say something about it in public? She really doubted it, but she wasn't sure. She couldn't get a good read on him since she didn't associate with his type, nor could she clearly see his eyes through his dark sunglasses.

She looked at Sean with disdain and then at Peter with even more contemptuous loathing. Seeing them again renewed her desire to kick the lot of them off 'her' beach. She said to all three with blatant derision, "Hey, shouldn't you guys be at home watching a Star Trek TV marathon or something?"

Alan smiled. "Very cute. Nah. That was last week. They're showing chick flicks all day today, so we're **** to go to the beach."

Heather looked at Alan curiously. The more she talked to him, the less she understood his attitude. He took my attempt to cut them down as a friendly joke and joked back with self-deprecating good humor. Nerds don't do that. They stammer and gawk like the total losers that they are. But this guy seems more or less at ease. He even looks me in the eyes instead of staring at my chest.

Her eyes drifted down as she continued to examine him from head to toe. She noticed what seemed to be quite a large bulge in his bathing suit. Whoa! What do we have here?

She was such a flirt that she couldn't help but react with a little flirtation. She lifted her arms above her head, a sexy move she knew would draw attention to her chest.

Sure enough, Alan's eyes zoomed in on her rack, and he thought, BOOBS! Man! Nice! But then he reconsidered. Wait just a minute. I see even nicer bodies at home every day. I'm not gonna let her get to me. He deliberately **** himself to look at her face with slight disinterest.

She noticed his initial attraction, but then she was annoyed at how quickly he seemed to lose interest. She dropped her arms, thinking, What am I doing, striking a pose for some loser nerd?! Sheesh! Get these jokers out of here.

She was going to tell the three of them, in no uncertain terms, that they didn't belong on that beach, but she decided instead to regroup and discuss things with Simone. She walked away with a hard, condescending look aimed in Alan's direction. At the last second, she said, "Well, next time, don't **** yourself so hard." She was disappointed because that was pretty lame compared to her usual cutting jibes. But she was thrown off her usual game.

Peter and Sean were blown away by the whole encounter. They sat back down on the sand as if felled by Hurricane Heather. They were so smitten that she had stopped to talk to any of them that they missed how contemptuous she had been.

Alan, though, remained standing and staring at Heather, admiring the sinuous curves of her muscular back and thighs as she walked about ten feet away with Simone. To his great surprise, he could just barely hear their words as they remained there, looking out over the ocean waves, talking as if they were the only ones on the beach.

"Well, that was odd," Heather commented. "That Alan is one strange guy. What do you think his deal is?"

"What do you mean?" Simone asked.

"Well, he's a nerd. He reeks of it. I remember now that we only shared the occasional class, 'cos he's in the gifted track. And he was always answering the teacher's questions like some kind of know-it-all. Serious grade-A teacher's pet nerd. But he doesn't exactly act like one out here on the beach. And he certainly doesn't LOOK like one. He's practically handsome, even. Why on Earth would a handsome guy want to be a nerd?"

Simone rolled her eyes again. Since she paid more attention to the "lower life forms" than Heather did, she knew a lot more about Alan, even though she'd never spoken to him face to face. She thought, He seems like a nice guy, but it is true he fits the classic nerd stereotype. Unfortunately, he sits at one of the "nerd tables" during lunch and talks about hopelessly geeky things with his geeky friends all day long, so he can't be excused as a misunderstood smart jock or something like that. Too bad.

But she also felt some sympathy for him, so she said, "Heather, he's a very smart guy. In fact, he's one of the top students in the school, I hear. Yeah, that's nerdy, but is there anything wrong with trying to use your brain if you've got one? And he plays sports, so he's got a decent body. Personally, I think he's a nice guy, so I hope you don't put him on your shit list."

Heather appeared contemplative. "Nah. He's not even enough of a somebody to merit placement on the shit list. But it's weird. And did you see his package? He's packing some serious beef! I mean, that's just wrong. It's criminal for a nerd to have a body like that. And it's like a waste of resources to have a dick like that used for nothing but masturbating to doctored photos of Star Trek actresses. God, nerds are pathetic!"

Simone laughed. "'A waste of resources'? Why Heather, I never realized you were a concerned environmentalist."

Heather laughed too. Simone's sense of humor was one of the main reasons she tolerated Simone's dissents as often as she did. "Funny. Very funny. Heather Morgan, the tree hugger. But still. I wonder what it would be like to do it with a completely clueless virgin like him. That might be ... amusing."

"Heather! You're not planning on seducing him, are you? I'm shocked. That's so unlike you." Simone moved her hand, casually resting it on Heather's nearest ass cheek.

"Me? Ha! You kidding? No WAY. I mean, a nerd's a nerd. I don't care if he is packing a good eight thick inches or more, judging from that bulge of his. I'll bet he doesn't even have a clue about the basics of hygiene. And he'd be just like all the other low-lifes who think they love me."

Simone mocked in a weak and swooning male voice, "'Heather! Oh Heather! You let me touch you! Did I tell you that I've loved you since forever? I'm sorry I shot off so soon but I'm just so excited!'"

Heather snorted disgustedly. "Puh-lease! A guy like that isn't even worthy of doing my homework."

"So what are you thinking about so intently, then?" Simone asked. When Heather didn't respond, Simone nudged her. "C'mon, I know that look. Spill."

Alan noticed that Simone also prodded Heather by squeezing her ass cheek where her hand still lay. Despite the harsh words, his dick was as hard as it could get, as fantasies of Simone and Heather naked together drifted through his head.

Heather replied, "I dunno. I guess I'm thinking about the whole painting thing. You know all about what he's doing with that, don't you?" Heather had kept Simone reasonably informed about the cheerleader panty painting, so she knew Simone would understand that oblique reference to it.

Heather continued, "I knew that Katherine had a brother named Alan who was the painter, but I didn't realize he was THAT Alan. How the hell did HE get that job, anyway? Strictly by default, I'm sure. Maybe I should get someone else to do it. After all, I don't want a mere nerd touching my cheerleaders. He'll probably pass along some kind of nerd cooties or something."

Simone rolled her eyes. "Yes, nerd cooties. I hear they're worse than AIDS."

Heather missed Simone's sarcasm, as she often did. "Yeah. Pretty much!"

Simone asked, while finally pulling her hand off Heather's ass, "Did you know that he actually had the gall to ask Christine Anderssen out on a date a while back? She turned him down, of course." Although Simone was more sympathetic to Alan, she shared the opinion that Christine was way out of his league.

Heather raised a curious eyebrow. "Christine? That ridiculous goody-goody bitch, 'Ice Queen Christine'? Ha! How amusing! Can you imagine those two pathetic virgins trying to have sex? They wouldn't even be able to figure out what to stick where!"

Heather and Simone walked off, laughing. As their voices trailed out of range, Heather said, "I like her other nickname, 'Pristine Christine.' 'Cos the rumor is she's never so much as even kissed a guy. What a waste, with her body!"

They seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Alan could have easily overheard them. Heather didn't even turn back to consider whether to kick them off the beach or not. It was as if they were so unimportant that it wasn't worth the bother of taking any more time to talk to them.

Alan had overheard everything though, and what he'd heard really pissed him off. He thought that he'd accounted for himself pretty well when confronted by Heather, mostly hiding his fear and speaking fairly intelligently.

But it was all for nothing because Heather still considered him lower than the dirt on the soles of her feet. He was also upset at himself because, for a brief moment, his hopes had soared that she might actually want to have sex with him when she'd been discussing his "package." But those hopes were quickly crushed and then some.

Now he understood firsthand what Katherine was talking about when she would come home from school day after day complaining about what a bitch Heather was.

The rest of his beach outing seemed anti-climatic and depressing, although, ironically, Sean and Peter were in high spirits. They were ecstatic to have been "kind of spoken to" by Heather, and recounted the encounter to each other over and over. Listening to them, Alan was left wondering what alternate universe they'd been in at the time, since hardly anything they said matched up with his memories of the incident.

Neither of them had overheard Heather's later conversation with Simone, and Alan saw no need to tell them about it and burst their bubbles about her. He knew that Sean was so far gone over Heather that he would have accused Alan of lying, anyway. The two of them spent even more time talking about Heather's fantastic body and how much they wanted to "do the do" with her.

Alan had a hard time playing along with their sex talk and pretending enthusiasm. Now that he'd actually had sex, he realized that they had no idea what they were talking about. He just felt embarrassed to hear their empty boasts and juvenile prattling.

He was particularly miffed that Heather and Simone had assumed that he was a "pathetic virgin." He wanted to prove to Heather how wrong she was and show her that he was actually starting to become a rather talented lover. But he knew the odds of that happening were next to impossible. He would have considered himself surprised if Heather ever thought to speak to him again.

Chapter 5

Susan and Suzanne sat next to each other on stools at the kitchen counter, dressed in ordinary clothes. It was about eleven in the morning and they were the only ones in the Plummer house.

They had just freshened up after finishing their usual morning exercise routine together, and they were chatting about what their children were doing.

Suzanne said, "So, Sweetie is at the beach with his friends, eh? That's nice. But you say he's been there for a few hours. That's a problem."

"A problem?" Susan asked in confusion. "I think it's fine. You know Sean and Peter. They're good friends."

Suzanne spoke in a very concerned voice, even though she didn't mean it. "True. But think about it. Whatever beach he's going to, there are bound to be plenty of young hotties there wearing skimpy bikinis. And think about his medical condition. I'll bet his penis will be aching with need most of the time, if not the whole time. He's going to get an awful case of blue balls, for sure. By the time he gets home, he's going to be backed up with sperm like nobody's business."

Susan frowned with worry. "Can you, uh ... help him when he gets home?"

Suzanne pretended not to understand, just to **** her to be more explicit. "Help him?"

Susan said with embarrassment, "You know ... With his, ah, special problem." Seeing Suzanne's blank face, she burst out, "You know! Help him cum! Please?"

Suzanne nodded. "Ah, yes. Of course. And sure, I'd be glad to help out. But I already told you my plans." Having anticipated this problem of her own making, she'd already told Susan that she was very busy today, and would have to be leaving shortly. She was trying to arrange matters to sexually corrupt Susan as soon as possible. "Unfortunately, it's going to fall squarely on your shoulders this time. You'll be the only one home."

Susan's face turned red as she considered the possibilities. Her mouth watered as she imagined kneeling before her standing son, endlessly bobbing on his thick shaft. "But ... I can't do that! The abnormality check is one thing, but this isn't that. I shouldn't even be doing that much! And what about Ron?" Thinking about her husband startled her so much that she almost fell off her stool. "Oh my goodness! RON! My husband! He's golfing now, but he could be home soon!"

She looked at Suzanne with renewed determination. "Suzanne, you're my best friend. I really need your help! I've been weak and soft, and helped Tiger far too much already. I have to remember that I'm a married woman, and a good Christian! Not to mention, I'm his mother!"

Suzanne had told Susan that she would be spending most of the afternoon at her house working on her financial investments. So Susan pleaded, "Can't you help him out this time? Please?! You can do your stock trading any old time, can't you? Can't you at least take a break and come over here for just a little while when he comes home?"

Suzanne dishonestly replied, "I wish that I could help you out, I really do. But this isn't a matter of stock trading. Heck, the stock market isn't even open today. Look, it's too complicated to explain, but there are some financial dealings that need to be completed before the end of the business day today. I need to work undisturbed for several hours. If I take a big, sexy break during that to stroke, fondle, and even suck on Sweetie's enormous erection, I won't be able to get things done in time. It's as simple as that. He's not like most guys his age. He doesn't cum in five or even ten minutes. You really have to work at it, and earn his sweet cum loads."

Her financial dealings excuse was total bullshit. It was true she did spend a lot of her time managing her money, but she didn't need anything done today. However, she needed an excuse to **** Susan into a corner.

Even though Alan's sexual stamina was more hype than reality, at least at this point, Susan was buying into Suzanne's hype. That's so true! He's a special young man, isn't he? But Suzanne is right: the harder the struggle to get him to cum, the more satisfying the spermy payoff! She started to get dreamy and aroused as she recalled what had happened on that fateful Tuesday.

Suzanne concluded, "Besides, what if I were to help him today? That only delays the inevitable for you. You're going to need to get more involved in helping him or he'll never reach his daily quota on a regular basis. That's a plain fact. I can't do it all. You need to do something, at least. Even after suffering blue balls all that time, Sweetie will probably be flaccid when he gets home, since the penis is a fickle thing and it needs immediate visual or tactile stimulation."

Susan stared at her best friend with pleading puppy dog eyes. "But I ... I can't! Suzanne, Ron is here, in town! Can't you at least help out more until he's gone? I'll ... I'll do anything! I'll even bake you your favorite strawberry pie!"

Suzanne smiled at that. Susan baked really great pies. But she said, "Thanks, but you know I'm watching my weight. Anyway, you need to help him with visual stimulation, at the bare minimum. Hopefully, you can do more, if he needs it. It's for your own good, so you can get used to your new situation, where you'll be getting naked and comfy with him all the time. Remember, it's NOT a sin, and it's not cheating, since you're helping him with a genuine medical problem."

Susan thought to herself as if she was speaking out loud to Suzanne, I'm not worried about that so much, to be honest. I worry that I'll enjoy it too much! I'm not supposed to enjoy it at all. But lately, helping him out is practically all that I think about! I'm turning into some kind of lewd and wanton woman!

Suzanne wagged a finger at her. "Promise me that you'll help him."

Susan sighed sadly in defeat, even as she tingled with growing arousal. "I suppose I can help with the visual stimulation. I can wear a sexy outfit or something like that."

Suzanne pressed, "If you won't help him by at least stroking his thick shaft to completion, you need to do more than just wear a sexy outfit. Remember, he'll be coming home after seeing teenage bombshells cavorting in bikinis for several hours. Even if he's not erect, he'll still be suffering from blue balls until he achieves release."

Susan frowned with worry. "Is that how it works?"

Suzanne flatly lied, "Yes." She continued, "You need to do a sexy strip tease, for starters. Then sit your naked body on his lap and rub yourself all over him!"

Susan gaped in disbelief, even as her nipples hardened and her pussy grew moist. "What?! I can't do all that! Suzanne, that sounds like something a porn star or professional stripper would do! I'm just a normal, suburban housewife, and he's my son!"

Suzanne said gravely, "That's all true. But you happen to be a normal suburban housewife with a porn star body, and he's a handsome young man with a demanding penis that needs to be satisfied six times a day. Fate has put you in a situation where you have to use your remarkable body to help your son in his time of need. You really need to stop thinking of yourself as a normal housewife, because you're not anymore. I certainly don't claim to understand God's will, but it seems He has a special purpose for you. You need to face up to the fact that your son's penis is going to play a large role in your life, probably for a long time to come."

Susan considered that. Suzanne's right. But maybe this is a test. Perhaps God is testing me! Testing my faith or my loyalty, like in the Book of Job! So I need to resist! But God wouldn't want a mother to let her son physically suffer from a dread disease. So that doesn't make sense. (Thanks to Suzanne's constant hype, Susan was thinking of Alan's problem as a "dread disease" when it was far from that, even if one believed there was a problem in the first place.)

Suzanne sounded very sober and thoughtful as she suggested, "After his time at the beach, a mere sexy outfit won't cut it. Stripping out of a sexy outfit would merely be the warm-up. When you sit naked on his lap, I suggest you play some bouncy music and move to the beat. That'll help you relax. Make a particular point of rubbing your bare ass cheeks against the bulge in his shorts, if he's even wearing shorts. It's better still if his shorts are off and you directly grind and gyrate all over his erection."

Susan clutched her hands to her chest defensively. "Suzanne! What are you saying?! I can't do all that! I'm a respectable married woman!" Her eyes bugged out as she thought about Ron again. "And what about Ron coming home?!"

Suzanne gave her a friendly grin. "I'll make you a deal. Even though I'll be busy with my financial paperwork most of the afternoon, I'll sit by my front window and keep an eye out for Ron's car. If I see it coming down the street, I'll give you a call, giving you plenty of time to get away. In return, you've got to promise to get your son started with a sexy striptease, then stroke and suck him to completion!"

Susan gasped. "I can't do that!"

Suzanne frowned with confusion, as if she couldn't comprehend Susan's ****. "Why not? You already have. Several times."

Susan frowned sadly at her lack of willpower. "I know. But that was really just one extended time when I got weak. Well, mostly. Besides, that should be your job. I can get him excited - I don't mind doing that if I have to - but then you need to step in and finish him off."

She imagined Suzanne bobbing on her son's cock, and thought, Literally! She was getting increasingly aroused, despite her jealousy increasing with such images as well.

Suzanne responded, "Yeah, but I won't be there this time. And you're going to be performing an abnormality check on him when that comes around again on Tuesday, aren't you? So what's the difference?"

Susan spoke emotionally, "There's a BIG difference! An abnormality check is a clinical medical procedure, if done correctly. There's no passion in it, per se. Whereas, if I were to get started licking and sucking his fat, long, thick erection, pulsing and throbbing with life, hot to the touch, and so delicious, especially when he shoots his spermy cream in my mouth or all over my face ... Mmmm..." She spaced out and licked her lips repeatedly.

Suzanne was secretly amused by Susan's barely repressed lust. But she continued to speak in a matter-of-fact fashion. "Okay, let's compromise then. if you're not willing to suck or even just stroke him this time, then at least you'll sit naked on his lap and churn all over his boner until he's ready to cum. In return, I 100-percent guarantee to alert you if and when Ron comes home. Mind you, the odds of that are very small anyway. The note Sweetie left you said he'd be home in time for lunch, right?"

Susan nodded. She was fidgeting on her stool with arousal as it became increasingly clear that she was going to be helping her son again in a very sexual manner.

Suzanne pointed out, "Well, it's not even close to lunchtime, and you know how Ron eats at the golf course clubhouse. Since he's been in Asia for a very long time, I'm sure he'll stay well after lunch, catching up with his old gang there. Helping Sweetie should go pretty fast, if he's gotten all worked up from his time at the beach."

Susan considered that, and admitted, "That's probably true. But even if there's a tiny chance of getting caught, that's too much! Suzanne, I know Ron hasn't been the best husband, but I still am his wife. You say helping Tiger isn't cheating, but it sure feels like cheating to me. And if Ron were to walk in on us, he certainly would see it as cheating! Wouldn't he?! In fact, he'd see it as the ultimate betrayal, by both his wife and son! What's worse than that?! I can't do it! I can't!"

Suzanne stated firmly, "You can. It's better and easier if Ron doesn't know what's going on. But if he were to find out, I'd just have to explain things to him and smooth it all over. You know how good I am at that. Once he finds out it's for Alan's medical needs, he'll come around, I'm sure." (She definitely had grave doubts about that.) "There's nothing to worry about. You know me. Have I ever let you down? Have I ever made a promise I didn't keep?"

Susan thought back across the years. It couldn't be denied that Suzanne had come through for her again and again, even if she used "the ends justify the means" methods that Susan didn't approve of. They really were the very best of friends, and they had each other's backs. She sighed heavily. "No, you haven't. To be honest, I'd trust your promises much more than Ron's. But still, even if you say it isn't wrong, it FEELS wrong. Especially with Ron home. I can't just prance around and take my clothes off in a lewd and shameful manner like some kind of sinful harlot! And churning my hips on my son's lap is out of the question. That's not me."

Suzanne pointedly glanced at the clock. "I really do need to get going. But I'll tell you what. You can do a trial run or two with me. I'll help you pick out something to wear, and get you psyched up and ready. Then I'll absolutely have to go and get started on my work. Remember, what you're doing is medicine. This isn't about your pleasure or even his pleasure; that's just an accidental side effect. Medicine comes in many forms, not just a pill. He NEEDS to cum, in the same way that you or I need to, say, pee or defecate on a regular basis. Imagine if you were suffering from severe constipation for days and days. You don't want your son to suffer like that, do you?"

Susan let out an even heavier sigh. She stood up from the stool, ready for Suzanne's instructions. "Of course not. Okay. Tell me what I need to do."

Chapter 6

Alan came home from the beach almost exactly at noon, wearing a swimsuit and T-shirt. He walked through the front door and shouted, "Anybody home?" He didn't get an answer, so he headed straight to the kitchen. He was hungry.

To his surprise, he found Susan standing in the middle of the kitchen. She was fidgeting and looking extremely nervous. Her face was already red from blushing and her eyes were closed. She shyly muttered, "Hello, Son."

Alan hardly noticed any of those things at first, though, because what caught his attention was her outfit. He all but shouted, "WHOA, MOM! SO SEXY!"

She tilted her head, opened her eyes, and shyly asked, "You think?"

"I know!" He blatantly ogled her remarkable appearance.

She was wearing a blouse and miniskirt, if one could even call them that. The short-sleeved blouse was pure white and essentially see-through. But what Alan loved most about it was the fact that it barely came down far enough to cover all of her breasts, and then it was tied together just below her deep and fully exposed cleavage with a loose knot. He had a strong desire to undo that knot and pull it wide open.

The miniskirt was similarly inspiring. To call it a mini- or even microskirt didn't do it justice, because it covered so very little. It was more like a wide sash. Susan had to pull it down nearly to the top of her bush just to cover her pussy, and in back her ass crack was exposed both above and below it. She never would have worn such a thing on her own, but Suzanne had selected the clothes from her own ample collection and then talked her into it.

The overall effect made her look like a pornographic version of a school girl uniform. Her black high heels didn't fit with the school girl aesthetic, but they certainly firmed up her leg and buttocks in an inspirational manner.

Susan's blush deepened and her pulse quickened as she saw Alan just standing and staring. She muttered, "This is not my fault! I'm really not some kind of slutty ... Suzanne, she **** me to wear this!" She continued to fidget, fiddling her hands together behind her back while shifting her hips back and forth, making her that much more of a titillating sight.

Alan had used one of the public outdoor showers at the beach, so he was dry and clean of sand. But he was still carrying a bag and a towel. He dropped them and promptly forgot all about them. Then he staggered towards his mother as if in a helpless trance. Needless to say, his penis had fully engorged, and he was almost delirious with arousal.

But he was also mindful of the fact that this was his mother, whom he loved very much, and her frowning face concerned him. So he stopped right in front of her and asked her tenderly, "You feel embarrassed, don't you?"

She nodded jerkily. "Terribly! Terribly! Why does this kind of thing keep happening to me lately?!"

"Oh, Mom, don't worry. Everything is all right." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug.

She really needed that warmth and assurance. She squeezed him back, almost painfully tightly. "Oh, Son! Thank you! You're such a caring young man!" She kissed him several times, but was careful to limit it to pecks on the cheeks.

Without consciously planning it, he found his hands full of bare ass cheek. His hands had drifted down to her ass, and her miniskirt covered so little that it was pushed up and away. But she didn't seem to notice or mind. He asked, "How did this happen?"

She grumbled, "It's Suzanne. She couldn't be here when you came home, and insisted that I help you out with your, your ... problem."

He said sincerely, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Mom. I love the fact that you care enough to try this much." He tried to ignore the feel of her massive and barely covered breasts pressing into his chest, or the bare ass-flesh in his hands, and just radiate genuine love and affection to help her relax.

And she did relax a good deal. Another important factor was how Suzanne had helped out a lot behind the scenes before Alan came home. Suzanne knew Alan and his habits very well, and she had a good idea when he'd come home for lunch. So she had stayed with Susan almost until he arrived, made sure she drank a glass and a half of wine to loosen her up, helped her dress and practice her sexy moves, and pumped her up with advice and lusty encouragement.

All had been well up until Suzanne left. In the short time between Suzanne leaving and Alan arriving, Susan's resolve had collapsed, despite her highly aroused mood. She felt ridiculous in her skimpy outfit, and rued the promises she'd made to Suzanne about what she would do to help Alan.

But now that she was in her son's loving arms, her fears and doubts receded and her lust came back to the fore. When he asked her, "So, what did Aunt Suzy want you to do?" she smiled and replied, "It's so silly. She made me promise to give you a sexy striptease. She said your balls would be backed up with cum from seeing all the cute girls on the beach, and you'd be in **** need of release when you came home." She looked into his eyes with uncertainty. "Are you?"

Actually, he'd been fine. With the exception of his brief encounter with Heather and Simone, he wasn't that attracted to the girls on the beach. Few teenage bodies could compare with the voluptuous bodies at home that served as his standards for beauty, and even most faces couldn't compare. In fact, being at the beach was a reprieve compared to all the sexual excitement at home. Far from having blue balls, his penis had been flaccid most of the time. So, ironically, he'd been fine up until he saw Susan standing in the kitchen. Then his libido had gone into overdrive.

So, although he deftly ignored the blue-balls-at-the-beach aspect, he wasn't being dishonest when he said, "I definitely could use some help right now. Here, see for yourself." He took one of her hands, which had been resting against his lower chest, and brought it down to his crotch.

Once Susan's hand started in that direction, she made it the rest of the way herself. Her fingers curled around his erection, with only his swimsuit in the way. The fabric was thin and silky, so it was much less of an impediment than having to go through underwear and shorts, or even just shorts. In fact, she could easily feel his heat and stiffness, and that made her heart thump wildly.

She was nearly dizzy with arousal as she said, "Oh my! Oh my goodness! I can see that ... I can see that, that, Suzanne was right!" She suddenly found herself panting hard.

Mother and son had been very horny already, but when she held his boner, their arousal levels skyrocketed to the stratosphere. However, Alan figured he needed to downplay what she was doing so she wouldn't get skittish. Besides, he was genuinely concerned that she didn't do something sexy with him just because Suzanne pressured her into it.

He brought a hand back up from her ass and tenderly brushed some of her bangs away from her forehead. (Or at least he tried to - they fell right back into place.) Ignoring the way she continued to firmly grip his erection, he said, "Don't worry, Mom. Aunt Suzy is well meaning, but she may not be fully appreciative of your ... sensibilities. I know how much doing something like a striptease would embarrass you, so you don't have to do that for me."

Susan was conflicted. On one hand, she wanted to do a striptease to prove to him that she wasn't as prudish as he thought, at least not anymore. But on the other hand, she had her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she didn't want to let go. She'd told herself that she wasn't going to do anything to his penis unless it was part of an abnormality check, but the fact that he still wore his swimsuit gave her a kind of loophole. And while she didn't get the skin-to-skin contact that she craved, the thin fabric wasn't much of an impediment at all, and felt rather good. Plus, he was rapidly leaking pre-cum, giving her a wet grip that was even more enjoyable.

She said, "Don't underestimate your mother! I'm not as prudish as you think. In fact..." She pulled her upper body away from his, while still holding and even subtly rhythmically squeezing his boner. Then she looked down at the loose knot holding her blouse in place, and coyly asked, "Do you want to untie me?"

"Do I ever!" He took his other hand off her ass, and used both hands to untie the fabric. Then he pulled the blouse wide open, fully exposing her magnificent breasts. He was so aroused that he seriously worried that he was on the verge of swooning. He'd never swooned before, and he didn't want to embarrass himself by falling to the floor now. He panted, "I ... I ... I need to sit down!"

She smiled wolfishly. "That can be arranged. Come with me." She led him to the love seat in the adjacent dining room, which was against the wall halfway between the kitchen counter and the dining room table.

By this time her doubts were almost entirely gone, displaced by sheer lust. So, as she walked, she pulled the blouse all the way off her body and tossed it aside. Then she let her miniskirt fall and stepped away from it. Finally, she kicked her high heels off, since she knew she'd be sitting on him soon.

Alan made it to the love seat first, because he really needed to sit down and regain his bearings. He closed his eyes and tried hard to slow his breathing, for fear that he'd start hyperventilating. That helped, especially since he lost track of Susan, or the fact that she was taking off the rest of her clothes.

But his attempt to calm himself was shattered when he felt her body pressing down on him, and he opened his eyes to discover she was sitting her completely naked body on his lap!

She sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around his neck. She settled down on him, with her bare ass cheeks resting against his protruding hard-on, and her big tits pressing against his T-shirt covered chest. "Aaaah! This is better, don't you think?"

He was momentarily struck speechless. Then, before he had a chance to recover, he felt her shift positions, allowing her fingers to curl around his swimsuit-covered shaft once more.

She let out another blissful sigh, and said, "There. That's even better. Now, you were saying, about how all those cuties on the beach gave you a bad case of blue balls? Or was it Suzanne who said that to me? Either way, is it true? Did those girls make you like this?"

As she finished her questions with the word "this," she started to slide her fingers up and down his hot and needy pole. His pre-cum already had completely soaked his hard-on, causing his swimsuit to stick to it like a second skin. From a practical point of view, it felt nearly exactly as good to both him and Susan as if he'd had the swimsuit all the way off.

He took a few long moments to try to compose himself, without much luck. Then he said, "No! Forget those girls! It's not any girl that makes me this hard and horny, it's you! Mom, you're so beautiful!"

Since moving to the love seat, he'd just been sitting there, more or less stunned. But he looked into Susan's eyes, and he was so moved by his love and lust for her that he brought both hands to her great rack and he caressed her tits from below. "Those girls can't hold a candle to you. None of them can! They're like sticks in comparison. But Mom ... you're just so ... you're all woman!" He was panting so hard again that he could hardly speak or breathe.

She was flying high as her now-wet fingers slid quickly up and down his wet shaft. "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not!"

She let out another blissful sigh. This is great! I never thought I'd sit naked in a man's lap, like a shameless hussy. I haven't ever done that for my husband, now that I think about it. But with my Tiger ... it's scary! So exhilarating and scary! And yet, I feel completely safe at the same time. He's a good son, and he loves me. She snickered to herself as she felt his hands fondling her tits. Although, he does take liberties from time to time...

She looked down at his hands running all over her great globes, and said, "By the way, you're not allowed to touch me there."

"I'm not?"

"No, you're not. Those are the rules."

He wasn't in any condition to put up a coherent argument. He just griped, "Oh, man!" and withdrew his hands. Instead, he unthinkingly brought both hands to her ass, figuring that was nearly as much fun.

She smiled at him. "That's better." Her only concern was that her breasts were so highly sensitive that she could lose all control if he fondled her there. She didn't have that worry with her ass cheeks, even though his touch felt wonderful there too.

Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. In so doing, she pressed her massive melons against his chest again. She liked how that felt, especially the way her hard nipples poked into him, so she stayed like that.

She thought with delight, This is just what Suzanne told me to do! Well, almost. I'm not grinding my ass on his big cock ... yet! But I probably will! And I didn't get to do a striptease. But the main thing is, I'm sitting naked in his lap, just like she suggested. And she was definitely right about him needing some help, and right away! Goodness gracious! His cock is so big and thick and stiff!

Thinking about what she was doing and how that compared to Suzanne's suggestions made her realize that she wasn't just checking his penis to see how stiff he was. There was no way she could deny that she was giving him a handjob, and she'd promised herself not to do that. The fact that he was wearing a swimsuit over it wasn't enough for her to delude herself about that, no matter how much she was loving it. So she slowed her stroking until it finally came to a complete halt.

He would have been very disappointed by that, except that he was so extremely aroused that her unexpected restraint was all that stopped him from cumming too soon. A minute passed, and then another, while the two of them just held each other and slowly brought their panting under control. His orgasmic danger passed, to his great relief.

Susan still had a hand firmly wrapped around his shaft as she found herself thinking, Phew! That was a close call. I can't go making promises to myself and then break them willy nilly. I can't forget that I'm a respectable, married, God-fearing woman, and Ron could come home at any moment! Even though Suzanne is looking out for me to prevent a nasty surprise, it's the principle of the thing. I can't give my son a handjob, unless it's part of an abnormality check! Period!

Although...

It has been a few days ... And one can never be too careful. Now that he has to cum six times a day, every day, there could be chafing, or lumps. Or even chafing AND lumps! A quick check won't hurt. Just to make sure that everything is in order.

With that fig-leaf of an excuse, she resumed her stroking. However, she quickly decided that she couldn't truly check for things like chafing through his swimsuit, so she pulled the wet and sticky fabric down to his balls and proceeded to jack him off directly. Her motions were slow at first, but that was actually more pleasurable that her quick stroking she'd been doing, because she focused mostly on directly rubbing his sweet spot.

She thoroughly "checked" his penis, several times over. In fact, she "checked" his sweet spot nearly non-stop. She didn't find any chafing or lumps, but that didn't dissuade her.

He loved it so much that it was all he could do to close his eyes and hang on for dear life.

However, even in her hot and bothered condition, she could only use that excuse for so long. Once again, she slowed her hand movements until they came to a complete stop. And, once again, it was just in the nick of time, since he was right on the cusp of a tremendous climax.