Unfortunately, Alan didn't get even that much time, because Suzanne burst into his room mere seconds later. She was still wearing her bikini. She took a look at his hand on his boner and exclaimed, "What do you think you're doing?! Stop that this instant!"
He was so worked up that he felt he couldn't stop. He complained, "But Aunt Suzy! Be reasonable!"
Suzanne shouted, "Susan, quick! Come in here quick! It's Alan!"
Susan was already masturbating naked in her bedroom, but she considered the health and happiness of her children her top priority. Thinking that Alan could be hurt, she jumped up and ran down the hall like her life depended on it. Panting and clutching her boobs from bouncing too much, she cried out, "What? What?"
Standing in Alan's doorway, Suzanne pointed accusingly at where Alan sat on his bed. "Look!"
Susan pushed past and looked inside. Alan had stopped stroking himself due to Suzanne's befuddling panic, but he still had his boner in his hand.
Suzanne accused Susan, "He's committing the sin of Onan, and it's all your fault!"
Susan was torn between rushing to Alan and turning back to Suzanne. For the moment, she just stood halfway in between. "MY fault?!"
"That's right. You worked him up beyond all reason, then you wouldn't even give him so much as a handjob. It's like handing a known murderer a loaded gun and telling him to shoot. You're more guilty than he is!"
Susan didn't know what to say, because she suspected that Suzanne was right.
Alan felt bad for his loving mother. He let go of his penis and said, "Mom, don't worry. The mood is broken now anyway. I promise I won't abuse myself."
"I should think not!" Susan said hotly, while still standing there buck naked. But then she softened. "Even so, Suzanne's right. This IS my fault. I'm so sorry!"
Suzanne then lectured Susan about what a cocktease is and why it was so wrong to be one for Alan "in his time of need." She got Susan to apologize some more and promise to never do it again.
Suzanne concluded, "You've apologized now to Alan. Next you need to apologize to his cock. With your MOUTH!"
Susan felt a powerful jolt of arousal. She looked to Suzanne in dismay, even as she started to salivate in anticipation. "But, but... I'm supposed to be mad at him! And my vow, with Ron still here." She gasped. "He could come home any minute!" She stared back at her son's powerful erection and felt her pussy getting wet. Then she started limbering up her jaw with some stretching motions.
Suzanne spoke in a no-nonsense tone. "I know. But if you break a pot, you've gotta clean up the broken pieces. As for Ron, I suggest you hurry, so he doesn't catch you with Alan's cock halfway down your throat. I'm really good at hearing the sound of your garage door opening. I'll cover for you. If you don't suck him then I'll have to, no matter what your punishment for me is, because it's downright cruel to leave him like this!"
Susan sighed in defeat. "Very well. I suppose I deserve it." Since she was already buck naked, she walked to Alan, quickly knelt down, and engulfed his shaft.
Alan's penis had started to go flaccid due this alarming "crisis," but he was still extremely aroused from all of Susan's earlier teasing. Naturally, his dick stiffened fully as soon as she put it in her mouth and started bobbing.
Susan moaned and "mmmm"-ed with pleasure as she felt her lips seal tightly around his iron-hard pole. Aaaah! This is my punishment. I deserve it for being a naughty cocktease. It's a weird punishment though, because I love it so much!
Suzanne grinned impishly. "Good. That's better." She removed her bikini and closed the door behind her. Then she added to Alan, "By the way, feel free to play with her naked body. Since she was teasing you especially with her big tits, it's only fitting."
Alan reached down and ran his hands over as much of his mother as he could reach. He explored her front and back sides, but naturally he caressed her great globes most of all.
Suzanne stood just a few feet from where Alan sat on the edge of his bed. "Okay, now that we're all comfy, Sweetie, I'll bet you're wondering why I burst into your room in the first place."
He was still reeling from the turn of events. Already, he was worried about cumming, because Susan was sucking him with such gusto. He put a hand on her head, trying to get her to slow down. "Now that you mention it, yeah!"
Suzanne replied, "Because we have to discuss the Brenda situation before Ron gets home. We might not get a chance later. Since he could be arriving soon, we don't have time to waste!"
That much was true, but there were some key bits she didn't mention. One was that she'd been watching the way Susan had been teasing him with her posing, so when she saw him rush back to his room she'd known he'd start masturbating right away. She'd been careful to interrupt him before he came so she could bring Susan in for her "punishment." She was having fun with that, as well as furthering her overall goal of breaking Susan's sexual resistance.
She also wasn't that worried about Ron coming home prematurely. She'd actually called his office and spoken to his secretary while Susan was posing for Alan in the backyard, learning his schedule for the rest of the day. Thus she knew there was no real danger of interruption, but she'd wanted Susan to think that there was, to impart a sense of urgency, thus channeling Susan's nervous energy into her cocksucking. Clearly that was working in spades.
Suzanne added, "So let's talk. I'm confident you're ready to face Brenda, but there are some finer strategic points we need to address."
Alan flopped his hands up and down helplessly. "You expect me to talk?! When Mom is doing THIS to me?! And with you standing there completely naked too?!"
Susan was bobbing and sucking with great passion, but she paused and turned her head. She saw with dismay that Suzanne indeed had removed both parts of her bikini. Then she simply turned her head back to her task and resumed her bobbing rhythm. Darn it! I really should say something. That's so improper. But... MMMM! I just love Tiger's cock so much! I've got a really tight vacuum lock going on. I can't stop to talk now!
Suzanne said, "Good point. Susan, you'll have to ease up on him considerably or he won't be able to talk before long. I think it's best if you just stroke and lick him for a while. Then you can join in the discussion too."
Susan wasn't happy about that, but since she supposedly didn't approve of the blowjob she felt like she had no choice but to agree. She pulled her lips off Alan's cockhead with a loud pop, and asked Suzanne, "What are you doing standing there?!"
Suzanne deliberately misunderstood. "Oh, good thinking. I should pull up a chair."
Susan sighed in frustration. "What about giving me some privacy? And you can't just masturbate like that; it's terribly improper!" She kept her same kneeling position, but began to lick and fondle Alan's balls.
Suzanne shrugged as she brought a chair up close and sat on it. "Yeah, well, what can you do? It's too arousing a sight to resist."
Although Alan had permission to play with Susan's body, he decided he needed to stop doing that for a while, just because he was on arousal overload. He even had to close his eyes awhile.
However, Suzanne didn't give him a chance to recover fully before she continued. "Okay. Sweetie, I don't think we need any more training. I'm confident you'll ace your encounter with her. Aren't you?"
"Um, yeah." He was still reeling from his mother's oral assault.
"Still, we need to figure out tactics. Here's what I suggest. Susan, Katherine, Brenda and I will start playing cards. Since you haven't talked to her much before, I suggest you simply stop by and act curious about her. 'How are you?' 'What do you do for a living?' That kind of thing. Act as if you know absolutely nothing about her except the little bit you learned when you met her last week."
He nodded.
Suzanne said, "Say 'yes,' so Susan can hear you. It's cute how she licks and sucks so intensely with her eyes closed, but that means she can't see when you nod."
"Right. Um, yes." He stroked Susan's hair in appreciation of her presence and efforts.
That caused her to purr with happiness. She planted a long kiss right on his sweet spot, as if trying to plant a hickey on it. Mmmm! Such a GOOD son!
Suzanne went on, "Good. Anyway, act interested, but not too interested. Let everyone else do most of the talking, especially her. We'll ask most of the questions. DON'T look at her body, and especially make a point of not gazing at her breasts. Look only at her face! Look her directly in the eyes! That's VERY important. Can you do that?"
"I may have the occasional slip-up but, in general, yeah."
"Try harder than that. So what if they're so big? Play with your mother's some more if you want big tits."
"Good idea." He wasn't on the brink anymore, so he bent down again and caressed his way to Susan's nipples.
"Anyway, once you've learned the basics about her - which you actually know already - I'll get us to have some kind of prolonged break and manage things so you can have some one-on-one time with her. Susan, are you listening?"
"MMMM!" Realizing that she was just licking and not sucking, so that her mouth could still talk, she clarified, "I mean 'Yes.'"
"You or I need to clue Angel in on our plans. But even if we don't, between you and me, we can drag her to the kitchen or something like that." Suzanne looked from the back of Susan's head in Alan's crotch up to Alan's face. "Alan, your solo time with her is key. That's when you should do the stuff we discussed previously, like use your secret knowledge about her submissive nature to seemingly read her hidden deep desires like an open book. Don't push too hard. Remember that this is just phase one of a much longer process."
"Right," he said, while idly rolling one of Susan's nipples between his fingers.
"After that, I figure everything else is gravy. Assuming that your solo talk goes well, she'll think that ALL of the great things she's heard about you must be true. It'll become a self-fulfilling prophesy as she gives you every benefit of the doubt. From that point on, whatever you do or say, she'll interpret it in a positive light. So the rest should be a walk in the park. Just roll with the punches, like you do so well already, and continue your 'confident and cocky' role-play while maintaining your aloof 'playing hard to get' stance. I know it sounds strange, but believe me, it will work. Remember, you are not in awe of HER; she should be in awe of YOU!"
He nodded. Then, remembering to speak for Susan's sake, he said "Right" again. He thought, I sure wish I could explain what happened with Heather yesterday. I know Aunt Suzy is spot on, because everything she's telling me to do to Brenda worked like a charm on Heather already. So I don't see how I'll fail! I'm not so sure about the rude name calling though. My gut tells me that's a Heather-only kind of thing. But the rest is just the same.
Suzanne continued to lay out her ideas. She'd thought through a number of possible scenarios, suggesting how to handle each of them. She told Alan to generally trust his instincts and his talent in "rolling with the punches." She knew there were too many scenarios to consider them all in advance.
She had some advice for Susan too. Mainly, she wanted Susan's help in hyping Alan's sexual prowess as much as they all could reasonably manage, depending on Brenda's mood and reaction. There was little that Susan loved to talk about more than that, so she agreed readily. Suzanne advised that all the women should dress very sexily, almost shockingly so, but to keep their clothes on unless things with Brenda went even better than expected and Suzanne gave them each some kind of clear sign to be even bolder.
It turned out that Susan didn't need to talk much, because Suzanne was monopolizing the conversation. Alan also didn't have to say much, except occasionally to register agreement or ask a quick question. So, by and by, Susan wound up doing less licking and more sucking. Eventually Alan had to discontinue caressing her body because she went all out, "attacking" his sweet spot with her sliding lips and tongue.
Susan was slurping and moaning so loudly that Suzanne almost missed the sound of the garage door opening, indicating that Ron had come home. Fortunately, Suzanne did hear it, so she warned the others.
That put Susan into a near panic. She had to stop her sucking instantly. She didn't have any clothes with her, so she ran down the hallway, clutching her boobs to her chest. Then she rapidly put on some clothes, including underwear, and made herself presentable before Ron saw her.
Suzanne was disappointed. She'd planned on timing things so Alan could cum as the conversation ended, but she'd gotten so carried away with her scheming that she'd lost track of the time. She said, "Sorry, Sweetie, to end things like that. I suggest you take a cold shower. It's too bad that you didn't cum, but in a way it's a good thing. If you can have a visibly raging boner most of the time Brenda is here, that'll help a great deal."
He let out a long frustrated groan. "Uuuuugh! I guess you're right."
"Look on the bright side. You know what happened just now, with Susan pleasuring you while we talked? That's going to be the new norm once Ron is gone. Your mother loves to suck and you love to be sucked, so why not have it happen all the time? But it's not just her. Brenda and Susan seem VERY similar in my book, from their improbably busty bodies to their submissive mindsets. Soon, it'll be BRENDA bobbing naked between your legs as you and I talk and hang out."
"No way! Are you serious?!"
"Serious as a heart attack. Play your proverbial cards ably tonight, and it could happen sooner than you think."
"Talk about an incentive! Jesus H. Christ!" He looked down at his boner, which was still throbbing and covered in his mother's saliva. "But you're not helping me cool off, like, at all!"
She grinned. "That's what the cold shower is for. But don't cool down TOO much! Even as you act aloof, you'll still want to show off how your cock never goes flaccid."
