About ten minutes later, Suzanne found Susan in her bedroom, folding clothes. Susan looked outwardly normal, since she'd recovered from her climax and washed up (just as Suzanne had done as well). But she was still emotionally reeling from what she'd seen and heard.
Suzanne's plan basically was to hit Susan when she was weak, to further corrupt her into the new sexual lifestyle she wanted everyone in the Plummer house to lead. She sat down on Susan's bed and said brightly, "Guess what? I did it! I sucked Sweetie's penis!"
Susan was more resistant to such talk, now that she was in a post-orgasmic mood. She hardly paused in her folding, and complained, "Really, Suzanne, please spare me. That's more than I need to know. Please!"
But Suzanne ignored her friend's protests and replied, "Susan, remember that a blowjob or handjob in this house is not a sexual act; it's a medical procedure. It's our duty to make sure that Sweetie is being properly stimulated until he cums the requisite number of times per day, and that there are no ill effects in the process. I know you're not happy about it, but it's your duty now to monitor the situation closely."
Susan mentally chided herself, I monitored the situation, all right! To say the least! I was such a naughty mom. I shouldn't have done that! She complained, "But it's so improper. Really. It's not right."
Suzanne responded, "I tell you, there will come a time when Sweetie needs a blowjob and I'm not there, but you are. What then?"
Susan grumbled, "Maybe he'll just have to wait until you get back."
Suzanne sighed with annoyance. "What if he was dying and needed CPR and you didn't know how to do it? It's just the same with blowjobs except you put your mouth over his big erection instead of over his mouth."
Susan complained, "That's not an appropriate comparison, and you know it."
But Suzanne kept on talking, intent on wearing down Susan's resistance. Before long, she began describing this latest blowjob in the most graphic, detailed, and arousing manner she could muster. She started with a clinical description, but then moved into much more passionate language as Susan's arousal grew.
Of course, Susan had seen almost everything about that particular blowjob with her own eyes, but she loved hearing Suzanne's description anyway.
Suzanne was able to gauge Susan's level of arousal by what words Susan let her use. Susan tolerated Suzanne's use of the words "penis" or "erection," but she herself continued to use "member" or "thing." If Suzanne was able to use "dick" or "boner" without Susan complaining, that was a good sign. Words like "cock," "cunt," "jack off," and "tit" were too much for Susan's blushing ears, but sometimes Susan got so extremely horny that she even let those slide. And then when she was off-the-scale aroused, she'd even use those words herself.
Before long, Suzanne's account got Susan so hot and bothered that Suzanne was able to use "cock" freely without having Susan constantly correct her.
For instance, Suzanne concluded by saying, "You should have seen it when he came! His cock just squirted, and squirted, and kept on squirting! It was glorious!"
Susan was squirming relentlessly. Her pussy and nipples craved release, but all she could do was sit there and listen. She said breathlessly, "I suppose he squirted all over your face and chest?"
Suzanne knew that Susan had seen that, but obviously she wanted to hear the details. "Yes! He did! Oh, Susan! It was so great. He just came and came and came! I swear, it felt like he shot gallons of his creamy love all over me! And his cock was so hot. I kept stroking and pumping it, painting myself with it. It was just so damn HOT! And the cum that landed on me felt even hotter! But then I thought, he's the lucky boy. He should do the honors. So I let go and he took over."
"And then?!" Susan forgot all about trying not to sound too eager.
Suzanne chuckled. "He was in a pickle, because he obviously wanted to nail my face AND my boobs. But there was already a lot on my boobs by then, so he concentrated on my face. I wish I didn't have to close my eyes, so I could have seen the cum fly right at my nose!" She giggled.
Susan panted, "That's so..." She didn't finish the sentence, because she was torn between saying "hot" and "wrong."
Suzanne suddenly turned thoughtful. "Hmmm. I wonder. When he cums on you, I wonder if he'll prefer to paint your face or your boobs? I'd say your boobs, because they are so very big and perfectly shaped, and I know how much he loves them. But on the other hand, you have such a beautiful face too. I'm sure he'd love to see it splattered with lots of hot, tasty cum!"
"Eeeaak!" Susan squealed out some kind of unintelligible noise as her body suddenly jerked forward. It wasn't a climax exactly, but more of an erotic shock that tingled her down to her fingers and toes.
Suzanne asked, "What do you think? Where will he cum on you first? Of course it's a moot point since he'll be cumming on both your face and chest so much. But I'm still curious which he'd prefer."
Susan couldn't answer. She stayed bent forward, her chest heaving.
At that point, Suzanne decided to make herself scarce, since she knew Susan would need orgasmic relief. "Oh, I've just thought of something I've gotta do. I'll see you later, okay?"
Susan could only nod.
Sure enough, Susan suddenly decided she needed to conduct yet another "breast exam." As had recently become her habit, she did it in the shower. She generally refrained from putting fingers actually on her pussy, as that contradicted the breast exam excuse too blatantly. She knew that what she was doing was really masturbating, but she figured it wasn't so sinful if she just confined herself to breast play.
It helped a lot that she could cum relatively easily from nipple stimulation alone. She didn't know just how rare that was, and how lucky that made her.
For her first few showers, she'd just left the shower head hanging on the wall. But then she used the hose and pointed the nozzle directly at her pussy. She considered touching her pussy directly with her hand to be an immoral form of self-stimulation, although in fact she'd done it several times in recent days. However, with the pulse setting on and the shower head pointed right at her clit, she could get off easily without actually having to finger herself.
Running her hands all over her body, especially her breasts, while thinking about Suzanne's hot talk about sucking Alan's cock, sent her over the edge. She came so quickly and easily that it turned out that she didn't even need to use the shower nozzle.
Besides, she liked the feeling of the water falling on her face and chest from above. She imagined she was on her knees and it was her son's cum flying at her, not water.
Up until that point in her life, Susan had had just about the most vanilla and boring sex life that a non-virgin could have. She'd acted like sex was purely for the purpose of procreation, and any deviation was immoral and a sin. Her husband Ron wasn't particularly religious, but he didn't really try to fight her about it. Their sex acts seemed more like the fulfillment of obligations than real acts of passion. It was as if they did it every now and then only because that's what married couples were supposed to do.
Suzanne suspected Ron might actually be a closet homosexual. She knew that most men would have given their right arm to have sex with Susan, but Susan had confessed to her that Ron was never much into physical contact, even when he'd been courting her before marriage. Missionary position sex in the dark, once or twice a year during his rare visits home, was all that she knew. Suzanne had tried to drop hints about his possible sexual orientation to Susan, but Susan had dismissed them out of hand.
In any case, Susan had such limited experience that she found the idea of handjobs and blowjobs a new and exciting thing. The fact that she'd considered them taboo now made them appear even more tempting. Even seeing an erect penis in the light of day seemed like a fairly wild and crazy idea.
Suzanne's descriptions were so vivid that Susan felt as if she'd had Alan's erection in her hands and in her mouth several times already. Her fantasies usually ended with visions of Alan cumming all over her face and chest. She could hardly wait for that to happen in real life, at least when she was in one of her extremely horny moods. Her attitude about cum had changed dramatically in the previous 24 hours, to say the least.
Her masturbatory fantasies rarely progressed to the idea of actual fucking. Partly that was because the handjob and blowjob fantasies were so intense that they made her cum every time. Partly it was because Suzanne never talked about that. But mostly, it was still so taboo and sinful in her mind that she wasn't willing to go there, even in her fantasies.
When it was over, her guilt set in again. But her bad feelings never seemed to last that long. Usually, all it took was another talk with Suzanne, or a chance to wear revealing clothes around Alan, and she would be off in her happy, lusty world again.
