Chapter 88 Underwater Handjob - Suzanne

Suzanne took some more steps towards the pool. Then she jumped in. She picked a depth where her feet could reach bottom before her head got wet. (She hated getting her hair wet, since it ruined her carefully-cultivated wavy hairstyle.)

Alan loved watching her naked body in the water. It made him want to cum. Everything now made him want to cum, need to cum, almost beg to cum. He knew that if he touched the bulge in his swimsuit, he would make a big mess for sure.

Standing in the water near him, she suggested, "You must be hot, Sweetie, so jump right in!"

So he did. He figured it could only cool him down, in more ways than one.

But only a minute or two after he jumped into the pool again, he found himself in water that came up to his chest with the nearly-as-tall Suzanne standing right in front of him, eyeing him.

She silently worked her way towards him with a deadly serious gaze, like a tiger quietly stalking its prey.





He backed away from her naked body, until he backed right into the side of the pool.

She kept coming towards him, finally pinning him to the wall, putting her arms on the rim of the pool on each side of him.

He felt like she was the predator and he was the prey. He instinctively tried to duck down to get away from under her arms, but she kept coming forward and squashed her tits into his chest as she embraced him. He gave up trying to escape and stood back up.

One of her hands reached down to his swimsuit and went inside. She put her head right next to his and whispered, "Don't worry; let Aunt Suzy take care of you. She wants to make you happy - very happy. She loves you very much."

That was about as close as she'd ever gotten to telling him directly of her deep love for him. Unfortunately, he didn't pay it much attention because he was so distracted. Her exploring hand quickly found his hard-on and grasped it tightly.

Alan was ready to panic. He looked over at Katherine, who was looking right back at him. He wondered how much she could tell was going on.

Suzanne finally spoke out loud, though still using a quiet voice so to avoid waking Susan. "How are you holding up, Sweetie?" she said teasingly as she began stroking his erection underwater. "How are things hanging?"



There was a heavy emphasis on the words "up" and "hanging" as she subtly lowered her voice to a gentle and seductive whisper in his ear. "It's about time for one of your daily stimulations, isn't it?"

"Um... Yeah... Well, uh..." He was struck dumb by her great beauty, not to mention the danger of the situation. He looked over at Susan and saw that her eyes were still closed. He looked again at Katherine. Does Sis know what Aunt Suzy is doing to me? I mean, we're standing in pretty deep water here, but my aunt is all over me like white on rice. She must at least guess, right?

However, he held his tongue. He didn't want to say or do anything that would draw Katherine's or Susan's attention. The one good thing about his position was that he was on the same side of the pool as the lounge chairs, which meant that the very fact that Katherine and Susan were so close to the deck made it impossible for them to see much more than his and Suzanne's heads.

Suzanne worked his swimsuit all the way down his legs to get it out of the way (with his willing assistance), and then started to stroke his erection in earnest. At the same time she said, and not too quietly, "Angel knows. Your sister knows I'm jacking you off. I'm stroking your cock!"

He finally lost it. His body seemed to crumble as he shot off into Suzanne's hand, but she hugged him tighter and held him up. Rope after rope of cum squirted into the water, most dissipating immediately. But some of the bigger strands stayed intact and floated away, at least for a little while.

He wasn't sure whether he'd passed out or not, because the next thing he knew he was still in the pool, still being hugged by Suzanne. However, his breath was fairly calm and his mind was more at ease.

Suzanne knew how overcome he must have been, so she simply held him in a tender embrace until he recovered. The fact that she was naked and his swimsuit had somehow floated off didn't matter because Suzanne was there to support, not to arouse.

But after a while, they each grew more aware that they were naked and in an intimate embrace.

He felt so satisfied that it seemed to him that he'd never need to cum again in his life. But as he rested in Suzanne's arms without speaking, with her heavy breasts pressing into him, he found his penis rising once again.

She could feel it rising along her thigh as it filled with blood, seemingly heading with a purpose the short distance towards her snatch. Her nipples grew erect again and she whispered, "Am I under attack by a mini-submarine, or are you just happy to see me?"

He laughed, and then said, "I'm just happy to see you. VERY happy to see you. Aunt Suzy, you mean so much to me."

"Oh, Sweetie!" She leaned forward and tilted her head, closing in for a kiss. But at the last minute she remembered she wasn't supposed to do that, so instead she ended up merely kissing him on the nose. To make up for it, she then ran her tongue along his cheekbone to his earlobe and licked all over his ear.

He was surprised at just how pleasurable that was. It helped inspire his erection to reach full size just as she grasped it again.

She brought both hands to it so she could really go to town under the water, but he kept his arms around her so that their hug didn't end either.

They both looked over to Susan to see if she was awake yet. She was, though she still seemed kind of out of it and she hadn't really focused on them yet. Then they looked to Katherine to see if she was looking at them. She was, with a big approving smirk on her face, no less.

As Suzanne stroked, she started carrying on a conversation to make it look like they were facing each other closely just to converse. She said in a reasonably loud voice, "So, Sweetie, I've been thinking about your stimulation problem."

Needless to say, she purposely picked a topic that would further fluster and arouse him (as if that was even possible at this point!). "I've been thinking about different ways the three of us could better inspire you to reach your daily target."

"I think you're doing a great job," he replied, while nodding down toward where her hands were busy sliding back and forth along his shaft.

She smiled. "Oh, do you? Did you hear that, Susan? He says that I'm doing a great hand... job. I mean job. Great job!" She laughed. She'd misspoken on purpose, knowing from experience what Susan looked like when she wasn't paying attention.

"Whaa...? Wha was... Shhhomewaah talkin' to me?" Susan didn't get up, but adjusted herself in the lounge chair so she could look over at Suzanne. She was still completely naked, of course, but too out of it to realize what she was showing.

Alan was alarmed by that, but, not surprisingly, also very aroused. He had a fantastic view of the front half of his mother's perfect bombshell body. What frustrated him was that he couldn't say anything to Suzanne to give her a hard time for courting danger. He couldn't even give her a look without now potentially drawing Susan's suspicion. But then he realized that Susan's view of them was from their shoulders on up. So he reached down and pinched Suzanne on the thigh.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Yes, I was just talking to my Sweetie here. We're discussing ways to improve the quantity and quality of his daily stimulation."

Susan sat up, giving Alan an even better view of her voluptuous nudity. She was trying to focus so that she wouldn't miss any of this important conversation.

Suzanne kept talking to Alan on the subject. But she spoke clinically and in a nearly emotionless tone even while her hands wanked him underwater with enthusiasm. She used generic words and phrases, discussing such things as the need for additional "tactile agitation" and "oral stimulation," but the obvious meaning was more handjobs, blowjobs, and the like. Additionally, her words were filled with double meanings and puns. For instance, with the fingertips of both hands pumping on his shaft, she talked about the need to "stroke his ego" so he could "stand tall and make a big splash with the girls."

Alan imagined that Katherine's and Susan's eyes were boring into the back of his head, but he had no way of knowing if they were looking at him or not. In any case, there was nothing he could do about it except stay as quiet and still as he could and act casual, since he was totally in Suzanne's power.

He'd thought that water would be a great lubricant for sex, but that turned out not to be the case. In fact, because his pre-cum dissipated in the water rather than providing lubricant, being submerged made it more difficult for Suzanne to jack him off. But in the end that difficulty ended up helping him last a little longer than he otherwise would have.

Still, he couldn't last very long, since he was thinking about his totally naked mother and sister while Suzanne rubbed her big tits against him and covertly stroked his stiffness.

As he approached climax, Suzanne continued to talk to him in a flat monotone: "So again we return to the question of assistance in achieving your stimulation target. Would it be proper for others to assist you manually, or orally, or perhaps stimulation through the soft flesh of a woman's cleavage? And if so, who exactly would be willing to assist you in this manner? Do you think, perhaps, one woman is not enough? Would you prefer two tongues on your erection at once, or maybe even three?"

As she said this, her hands flew up and down his shaft as fast as she could move them through the resistance of the water (which, admittedly, wasn't that fast).

He felt himself gearing up for another big climax.

But all of a sudden, Suzanne pulled away. He didn't even have anyone to hug anymore. He watched, perplexed, as she started to get out of the pool.