On Monday morning, as Alan lay in bed after waking, he thought, Man oh man! I can't wait to start another day. My life has gotten so interesting. I can see a definite pattern developing: with each new day, the clothing of all the lovely ladies at home gets a little bit more provocative. There've been a truly incredible number of times all four of them had been naked, or nearly naked, in the past few days. How long will it take before everyone ends up naked all the time?!
Normally, Susan was an early riser, so she was usually already showered and dressed by the time Alan came downstairs for breakfast in the morning. But on that day she was still wearing a bathrobe when he walked into the kitchen.
It started out tightly wrapped around her but, as breakfast went on, it began to loosen on her body and the proportion of her cleavage that was visible grew.
When Katherine came downstairs, that didn't seem to inhibit Susan's behavior at all.
As Susan served breakfast, she did a lot of leaning over, so much so that on one or two occasions one or both of her creamy tits almost fell out of her robe altogether. But still, she managed to keep her nipples covered nearly the entire time.
Nearly, but not all the time. She knew Alan was getting a very pleasant eyeful, and she loved it. But even as she did these things, her face was filled with worry and doubt.
She wondered, Just what am I doing here? We're supposed to sex things up, but am I getting into the job of tantalizing Tiger far too much? Why do I enjoy showing myself off to him so much? This time I can't even say that Suzanne made me wear this.
The problem is, this robe is the ONLY thing I'm wearing! I feel so naughty, but it feels... so good! And tingly! There must be something wrong with me. I'm falling into wickedness and sin, but I can't help myself!
She was wracked with moral doubt and guilt, but she found herself showing off her body to Alan anyway. She simply tried her best to not think about what she was doing or why, but just to do it.
The one overriding thought she maintained was, The doctor says this is what Tiger needs. She also repeated like a mantra, The penis in the abstract. Don't think of it as his penis. The penis in the abstract.
Alan had great difficulty eating his breakfast of French toast, scrambled eggs, and fruit. Susan didn't say much to him, or even overtly flirt with her body, but she seemed to be constantly hovering around him, asking whether he needed anything. The front of her robe was open down to her cute belly button, which meant he could see all of her deep cleavage and even much of the undersides of her huge round globes. It was a miracle she didn't show her nipples more, but they seemed to be caught on the inside edges of the robe most of the time.
As if that wasn't tantalizing enough for him, Katherine sat across from him with most of the buttons undone down the front of her blouse. He could see nearly as far down into her cleavage as he could with his mother's. All throughout the meal his sister repeatedly leaned forward over the table, showing off even more of her ample chest.
Meanwhile, Susan frequently glanced at his crotch. She wasn't even subtle about it. Each time she looked, she saw Alan's stiff erection tenting his shorts. By and by, she got so worked up that she started to feel it was getting a little bit longer and thicker with every glance.
She thought, Oh my goodness! What kind of cruel fate gave me such a well-endowed son? I wouldn't be surprised if his member is ten inches long, if not an entire foot! All this stimulation is good for him. That's why I'm not chiding Angel for acting like a wanton hussy. But I don't know if this helps him with his problem unless he gains release. I wish there was some way I could help make that happen, right now!
Let's face it: I'm naked under my robe, and my breasts are on display more often than not. Everything is so hot! I feel like I'm burning up! Would it really be wrong if I let my robe slip off my shoulders altogether? And then... then... if I were to drop to my knees, unzip his shorts, and...
Oh no! Such sinful thoughts! I can't go there! He DOES need that kind of help; there's no doubt about it. But Suzanne needs to be the one to give it. Unfortunately, she's not here! Isn't it my motherly duty? Oh, but I can't! But why do I feel so tingly?! Even my nipples are feeling funny. And what if he smells that I'm wet down below? That would be totally humiliating. I HAVE to get my act together!
She didn't realize it, but she was repeatedly licking her lips while staring with undisguised lust right at the bulge of his crotch. She even reached inside her robe and experimentally felt one of her erect nipples for a few moments, before she finally fled back to the kitchen.
The problem was, arousing sights like his mother's obvious lust kept Alan's dick extremely erect, but there was nothing he could do to relieve the pressure. He couldn't jack off under the table, not with Katherine sitting right there, and there wasn't enough time for him to go back to his room or the shower and masturbate in either one of those places before he left for school.
As a result, he left for school with a bad case of blue balls.
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After Susan's children were gone, she went about collecting yet another load of laundry from her kids' rooms. She couldn't help herself while doing that and wound up sniffing the moist spots on the towels and sheets she'd removed from Alan's room. The smell of her son's cum made her giddy and nearly dizzy. Thus, once she started the laundry, she was "forced" to perform her now daily "breast exam" in the shower.
When her climaxes were over, she felt even worse about how she was blatantly showing herself off, not to mention guilty over her frequent masturbation sessions. The 'breast self-exam' excuse had worn thin for her, as now she gave as much attention to her pussy as to her boobs. She vowed to herself, I'm going to stop dressing like a hussy starting right now. Tiger will just have to get his visual stimulation somewhere else.
But then Suzanne came over for their usual daily exercise session. Suzanne was hardly through the door before Susan began pestering her with questions about what she'd done to Alan in his room the night before.
The two of them sat down at the kitchen counter and drank green tea while Suzanne described the two blowjobs she'd given Alan in such detail that it seemed as if she described every single lick and suck she'd given his boner. The only editing was that she greatly cut down on describing the emotional talk that she and Alan had had afterwards, since she was very shy about that kind of thing and knew that Susan would be extremely jealous.
Needless to say, this talk got Susan hotter than an oven.
Susan and Suzanne still often discussed their sexual dreams. But that kind of talk was now fading in importance day by day, since the real-life events with Alan were so much more interesting and exciting for each of them.
Susan's resolve not to show off her body faded away during all the excitement of talking to Suzanne. By the time Suzanne left after they had completed their morning exercise routines, Susan was at least as ready to "help with visual stimulation" as she had been before.
