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Alan went home hopeful that he could take it easy for a while. After what had happened with Glory, he figured he'd take a nap before he even contemplated any more sexual activity.
But Suzanne had other ideas. She knew that she was supposed to play it cool until Susan felt like she'd been punished sufficiently, which was at least until Ron left and possibly longer. Even though the two buxom mothers were getting along great and had had a fine time exercising together that morning, Susan still felt it necessary to punish Suzanne for continually pushing her into highly sexual situations where she often ended up with Alan's erection in her mouth. Susan had decided that her main problem was that she hadn't been tough enough, so now she was trying to take stronger stands all around.
Suzanne didn't like that. She didn't think it was fair that she'd be forced to go days without any Alan fun, after she'd done Susan such a big favor by helping her discover her sexual side and have more orgasms than in the whole of her previous life. So Suzanne decided it wouldn't harm anyone if she could have a little secret fun with Alan when Susan wasn't home. Besides, she wanted to give herself a big reward for how far she'd managed to bring her scheme along in such a remarkably short time.
But when Alan got home, Katherine was already there, hanging out in the living room. Immediately after he came in, Suzanne came over from next door as well. Susan was in the kitchen baking more oatmeal cookies. (That was a sign of love for her, especially since she was determined not to express it in other ways.) Ron was still at work.
Katherine was reading a magazine on a sofa, but she jumped up and ran excitedly to the front door to greet Suzanne, as if her arrival wasn't an everyday occurrence.
"Hi, Aunt Suzy!" she yelled as she ran into Suzanne's arms. The two hugged each other, then kissed. First Katherine kissed one cheek, then the other, and then her lips met Suzanne's. Their mouths opened, and their heads twisted from side to side as they jockeyed for the best position.
Alan thought as he watched, Whoa! That's no mere greeting kiss. They're doing it square on the lips, and with some tongue! They're French kissing? What the fuck?! Whoa!
The kiss wasn't that long, and they both walked into the living room as if such kissing was nothing unusual. Katherine winked at Alan and then went back to her reading. Susan remained in the kitchen without being aware of what had happened.
But Alan was positive he'd never seen his sister and "aunt" kiss on the lips before. What was THAT? Was that a sign of something really sexual? Or are they just being friendly? I hear women sometimes kiss on the lips without it meaning anything. But still. I've never seen them do that with each other before. Hmmm... Is this part of "sexing things up" around the house to help me out? Because if it is, it sure is working!
Suzanne had brought her bikini over and said she was in a mood to use the pool. This was very unusual, as she wasn't much of a swimmer and even less of a sunbather due to her very fair skin. When she did swim, she usually used the pool back at her own house.
Alan realized there must be some ulterior motive for her behavior. Since they all knew that Ron wouldn't be home until around dinnertime, he figured she was up to some sexy mischief. Even though he was exhausted and needed a nap, he decided to hang out by the pool for a bit first and see what she would do.
Susan was keen on enforcing her punishment as part of her new "get tough" resolve. She went out to sunbathe with Suzanne so she could keep an eye on things. She was trying not to get into a sexual situation, but she was "forced" to put on a skimpy, sexy bikini of her own in order to compete with the one that Suzanne was wearing.
Katherine, somewhat surprisingly, didn't join them. She wanted to play it cool until Ron left, and she wasn't sure how well she could conceal her incestuous desires from her mother and Suzanne. She felt like there was a big "I fucked my brother!" sign on her face. She was especially worried that Suzanne would figure out what was going on if she spent time watching her interact with her brother, since Suzanne was so perceptive. She hoped Suzanne wouldn't mind if she knew, but she wasn't sure.
Suzanne wanted to make sure that Alan didn't go to his room for a nap. While he was getting himself a drink in the kitchen, she said to him as she opened the sliding door to the back patio, "Sweetie, make sure to meet me out back in a few. There's something we should discuss." Then she quietly removed her bikini top while standing right in front of him. She gave him a promising wink and then tossed it aside, making clear it wasn't going back on.
He gulped. His penis engorged fully in about two seconds flat.
She noticed the new bulge in his shorts and grinned knowingly. "Hrm. I'm suddenly feeling desirous of a thick sausage. I wonder why that is?" She licked her lips suggestively, then turned and walked away towards the pool, using her trademark exaggerated hip-swaying sexy walk. She knew that would hold his attention, especially given her thong-style bikini.
Alan came out a short time later after taking care of some things in his room.
The two busty mothers appeared to be sleeping on adjacent lounge chairs. Or at least they had their eyes closed behind sunglasses. That gave Alan a great opportunity to gawk at their centerfold-worthy bodies. Dang! Schwing! I'm the luckiest guy on Earth! Major busty MILF babe-age! I love seeing them together like this. They really are like twin sisters from the neck on down.
But as he came up to them, he cast his shadow across Susan's legs. She sensed he was near and sat up.
Suzanne sat up too, but she just grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Nice bikini, Aunt Suzy," he replied mischievously. "I especially like the top, but the bottoms aren't half bad either." Suzanne still wasn't wearing a top, and the bottoms were more of a G-string than a bikini, which didn't even completely cover her bush. He also noticed and appreciated the lewd way she was sitting, with her legs splayed out wide as if waiting to be fucked. She'd had her legs spread like that when he'd first arrived, when she was lying down, so she'd obviously been trying to get him horny.
Miffed, Susan said, "Tiger, don't pay any attention to Suzanne's bathing suit, and I use the term 'bathing suit' loosely. She's promised me that's she'll wear something else next time."
Then she turned to her friend and said crossly, "Suzanne, I told you this would happen! You're corrupting him!"
"If you don't like the bikini, Susan, I can take it off," Suzanne suggested innocently, making a motion to begin pulling her bikini bottoms all the way off.
"No thanks! That wasn't the solution I had in mind!" Susan replied with greater exasperation. She was particularly frustrated that Alan had eyes only for Suzanne, thanks to the fact that her best friend was topless and she was not. She sat up and thrust her chest out in an attempt to compete, but Alan still seemed more interested in Suzanne and her bouncy bare boobs.
"How many people here vote that I should take it all off?" Suzanne asked, raising her hand.
Alan's hand shot up immediately. They both smiled as they knew they outnumbered Susan two to one.
"How many people vote that I should keep it on?" Suzanne smirked.
Susan raised her hand. But rather than accept the two-to-one result, she complained, "This isn't a democracy! This is my house. I make the rules. I don't even know why I let you come out here with that itty-bitty thing on in the first place. Geez! What about propriety? What if my husband saw you like that?"
"Okay, okay," Suzanne said, lying back down. She knew that she was already in Susan's doghouse, and didn't want to make things worse. Besides, they were only talking about taking off her bikini bottoms; she already had the top off, and that put her ahead of Susan when it came to keeping Alan interested.
Susan, on the other hand, still fumed jealously at how much more attention Alan was giving Suzanne. He's hardly even noticing me! If this keeps up, maybe I should take my top off too. Not that I want to... Grrr! Okay, I totally want to! I get wonderfully tingly whenever he looks at my bouncy boobies. But I'd look like a supreme hypocrite after just chastising Suzanne for taking hers off, plus Angel is wandering around the house somewhere. So I guess I'm stuck. Poo!
But she came up with another idea. While she did keep her bikini top on, she began applying suntan lotion in the most sensual manner she could muster. Sitting up with her chest thrust out, she spent most of her time with her hands on her breasts. She pulled her bikini this way and that, supposedly to get at the pale skin underneath. The process was actually more arousing to watch than if she'd been topless.
Alan just stood there with a raging boner for about two minutes, watching his mother put on a blatantly erotic show for him, as well as sometimes checking out Suzanne. (Suzanne was letting Susan "win" this little competition.) It was dead silent but for the sound of the pool filter motor in the distance.
Eventually, a new thought occurred to Susan. "Anyway, Suzanne, I heard you saying you wanted Alan for something. What did you call him out here for? Just so you could make fun of my more sensible standards of decency?"
That was ironic, given the way Susan continued to "apply lotion" to her big tits, especially since she wasn't even using lotion anymore. She was caressing herself under her top in a blatantly erotic fashion, even pinching her erect nipples at times. She clearly was getting hot and bothered.
Suzanne just teased her gently, "No, Susan, of course not. We can make fun of those anytime." She smiled a wry smile. "And you're right, I certainly do want him for something." She made sure that Susan saw that she was looking at Alan's crotch, then licked her lips.
"Suzanne," Susan chided. "I'm not certain what you mean, exactly, but no doubt it's extremely sexual. So please cut it out."
"Okay, I'll stop. But just so we're clear, I was talking about his penis. Specifically, I was thinking how good it would feel if I stretched my lips around his great thickness and started bobbing with lots of suction. But of course I wouldn't neglect using my tongue or my fingers. Aaaah!"
Susan gave her a cross look. "I'd already figured that out. Sheesh!" Nevertheless, she fidgeted and licked her lips with longing.
Alan kept looking back and forth at the two as Susan and Suzanne talked. Between the way Susan was caressing her breasts and frequently flashing her nipples, and the way Suzanne was preening and posing while bare-chested, his only trouble was that he couldn't look at both of them at the same time. His cock was incredibly hard, making him realize that all the pain and soreness had disappeared.
Neither woman failed to spot the long, penis-shaped bulge in his swimsuit. They were staring at it continually.
Susan bit her lip nervously, which was a clear sign that she was getting very turned on. She complained, "Can we talk about something non-sexual for a change? Please?"
Suzanne sat up in her chair to face Susan directly. "So what makes you think I'd be thinking something sexual? Maybe you're projecting." As she shifted positions, she jiggled her bare tits in an exaggerated fashion, making sure Alan could see them from where he stood. She also sat up in her chair, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees. Supposedly that was to get even closer to Susan, but actually it was so Alan could have a great look at her nearly naked ass.
Susan knew what Suzanne was doing. "Please! You're going too far. You had something pressing for Alan?"
Suzanne thought to herself, That one's too easy. She couldn't resist the play on words. She continued to stare blatantly at the lewd bulge in Alan's swimsuit. As she wiggled her butt, covered by only a thin string down her ass, she replied, "Actually, I was rather hoping that Sweetie had something pressing for me. Mmmm. Yummy. Looks like he does!"
"Suzanne!" Susan huffed. "That's outrageous!"
"Sorry." She sat back in her chair and became more serious. "But remember that part of our jobs is to keep him hard through visual stimulation."
Susan griped, "Yeah, but you're in my doghouse, and that's a slippery slope. If anyone should be providing visual stimulation, it's me!"
"Fine then. Take off your bikini top and preen and pose like you really are his big-titted mommy slut."
"Maybe I will!" Susan said hotly, both angry and relentlessly horny. Her face was red as she undid her top. She continued to gripe, "I don't know why I'm doing this, though. As if we don't already all know his big, fat co-, er, member, is already quite hard."
"True," Suzanne stated, staring shamelessly at Alan's crotch, just like Susan. "But remember that from a medical assistance point of view, it's not just about him popping wood. That's just the first step, which usually ends in a spermy facial for you or me. As nurse Akami once put it about his sexual stimulation, 'It's not just the quantity; it's the quality.'"
Susan harrumphed and grumbled a little bit, even as she raised her hands above her head in a sexy pose. In truth, just hearing that quote aroused her greatly. "The things we have to do..." She looked over at her son. "How's this, Tiger?"
"Great, Mom! You're the best mom ever!"
"So you say," she said, sighing with chagrin. Then, still holding that pose, she asked Suzanne, "Now, what's this you wanted to talk to him about? Is it about Brenda?"
"No. I think we're pretty set there. We should talk some before she gets here to make sure we're all on the same page, but I don't think he needs any more training. How do YOU feel about it, Sweetie?"
"I'm good. I'm practically bursting with confidence."
Suzanne moaned sensuously. "Mmmm... Is that what's distending your swimsuit? Is it practically busting with confidence? Or just lots and lots of hot cock-meat?"
Susan complained, "SuzaaaAAAAAaaanne!"
Suzanne chuckled. "Sorry. Actually, I brought our family hunk out here to offer him a job."
Suzanne proceeded to tell Alan that her pool-cleaner wasn't coming that week, and that Wednesday was his usual day. She concluded by asking, "Could you clean the pool today instead, Sweetie? It's only a two-hour job, and I'll pay you well. How does $50 sound?"
"Sounds great!" He was genuinely and pleasantly surprised at the opportunity. Even though his family had quite a lot of money, his mother tried hard not to spoil him, so he actually had very little spending money. He was even forced to work crappy jobs during the summers.
Seeing that Alan wasn't looking her way, Susan reluctantly dropped her arms.
Suzanne said, "Okay, Sweetie, why don't we head on over and I'll show you what to do."
They got up and went to the Pestridge house a few minutes later. Because they used the connecting gate between their backyards, they didn't have to go and change first, although Suzanne did put her top back on.
Susan was flummoxed: not only did Suzanne monopolize much of Alan's attention at the pool, but now she'd taken him away altogether. She'd been enjoying posing topless for him, and now she had to stop.
She was already seriously rethinking her stance against helping him until Ron was gone. That darn boy. I swear, he really does have a problem with that rampant, massive member of his. Perhaps I should consider his suggestion that I help with handjobs until Ron is gone. They only problem is, once I get all those hot, throbbing inches in my hands, I can't stop; I just HAVE to stretch my jaw wide and cram it in! It's a compulsion!
And what'll happen once Ron IS gone?! There will be nothing stopping me then. All heck will break loose. My role as one of his personal cocksuckers will come to the fore, and I'll probably spend most of my free time naked and kneeling, slurping and sucking and licking and choking and gagging on his magnificent cock! I can't wait!
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