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Alan and Glory were worried about spending too much time together at school. To reduce suspicion, they were trying to limit getting physical with each other to only about three times a week. They'd decided in advance that this day was one of the days for them to stay away from each other.
Glory was very disappointed, because she'd already gotten used to having sexy fun with him every single school day since they'd first gotten sexually intimate on Friday. But Alan was concerned that people were starting to get suspicious. In particular, Christine commented to him as they walked between first and second periods that she hadn't seen him at lunch for several days, and no one else had either.
As a result, Alan figured he had no choice but to eat lunch with his friends. Hopefully that would stop Christine from getting curious and digging deeper. He didn't even stay after class to talk with Glory for a few minutes, as he often did, instead walking out of class and into the hall with his good friend Sean.
But as soon as they left the classroom, Alan was in for a shock. "Aunt Suzy! What are you doing here?!"
Indeed, Suzanne was standing in front of him, waiting for him to appear. She was dressed elegantly and expensively, not because it was any special occasion but because she dressed like that almost every day. She smiled a warm smile at him and said, "Hey."
Sean was floored, so much so that he nearly stumbled as he came to a stop along with Alan right in front of her. He exclaimed, "Whoa! Mrs. Pestridge!" Suzanne was showing off a very generous amount of cleavage, and Sean's eyes went straight to her deep valley. He and many others knew from parent-teacher conferences that she was Amy's and Brad's mother. She'd made a lasting impression on the male students of Alan's school, to put it mildly.
Alan got an erection almost instantly. But then again so did Sean and every other male who saw her.
Suzanne grabbed Alan's hand. "Come on. We've got something of a family crisis to discuss." She began quickly click-clicking her way down the hall with Alan in tow. The normal hustle and bustle of the students as they left their classes and headed to the cafeteria was replaced by a kind of awed hush as everyone stared at Suzanne's incredible beauty.
One reason Suzanne regularly dressed so exquisitely was because she liked to draw attention to herself. But she didn't want this much attention, so she was in a rush to get away.
Alan was in so much of a daze that he could barely keep up. At one point he asked her what was going on, but she didn't say anything because she was waiting until they had complete privacy.
As they walked down the hall, they passed Christine, and Alan noticed that she had definitely noticed them. In one way that seemed like a good thing, because she wouldn't wonder where he disappeared to during lunch again. But in another it seemed like a bad thing, because she'd likely wonder why he was leaving school with Amy's mother. He was gratified that at least Christine knew that Suzanne was like a second mother to him, so him being with her wasn't so strange.
They finally reached Suzanne's car, which turned out to be Susan's Honda Odyssey minivan that Suzanne had borrowed for her "errands." She got in the driver's seat and took off in a great hurry as soon as he was buckled in.
Alan was too disturbed to fully enjoy this unexpected adventure. "Okay, Aunt Suzy, what's going on? For starters, why are we in my Mom's minivan, instead of your sports car?"
"You'll see." She gave him a mysterious, mischievous look.
He groaned in frustration. "I hope you really needed to come here, 'cos I'm gonna get no end of grief from my friends about this."
She asked with pretend cluelessness, "Oh? Why is that?"
"You know why! It's like a famous movie actress, like Nicole Kidman or Catherine-Zeta Jones, just appeared in our school halls for no apparent reason. You look so fucking HOT! It's like all the girls are, I dunno, ice cubes in comparison."
She smiled widely, then pouted winsomely and teased, "Nicole Kidman, huh? I must be losing my touch."
Before he could respond to that, she said, "But there's no time. Let me be quick, because I know you only have 40 minutes for lunch. Oh, and here. Eat this." She pointed to a paper bag she'd put on the floor in front of his seat.
He opened it and saw it was a bag lunch she'd made for him. Realizing they were in a big hurry for something, he immediately began unwrapping and eating the lentil and chickpea salad sandwich he found within.
Seeing him do that, she said, "Okay. Now I can answer your questions, Sweetie. I got a call from Brenda an hour or so ago. She wants to meet me in a little while. She wouldn't really say what for, as she seemed rather shy about the whole thing, but she said it was something that you highly recommended that she do. Do you know what she means?"
He shook his head.
"Now, here's the thing. I'm supposed to meet her before you even get home from school. I don't like to go into these things unprepared, which means I have to talk to you now, before you get home. That's why I had to see you at lunch."
He said as he chewed his sandwich, "That's it? I thought it was something important, especially when you said it was a family crisis."
"It IS important! And it is a family crisis of sorts. Brenda's not just some woman. That's all she was, up until she learned of the incest. I don't think I need to remind you that means she's become very important to us and we have to treat her extremely carefully."
"Okay. I'm psyched to see you in any case. What do you want to know? And where are we going, anyways?" He'd noticed Suzanne wasn't driving to their home neighborhood. He couldn't think of any reason for her to be driving in the direction she was taking.
"Let me worry about that. First, I want to know why you were so insistent that she talk to me. But more than that, I want you to tell me EVERYTHING that you two talked about last night while you had the chance to be alone."
"Everything? Aunt Suzy, I already explained things in a general way last night. Isn't that good enough?"
Suzanne glanced over briefly, giving him a discouraging look. "No! Details matter. I want you to remember everything you can. Every word, every expression. Everything! Not only is Brenda a highly fuckable piece of ass that I expect you to lay claim to and royally fuck someday soon-"
He interrupted, "Whoa! I still can't believe that."
Suzanne rounded a corner at speed, squealing the tires briefly before replying, "Believe it! Brenda needs a man like you wouldn't believe, and if you're even half the man I know you to be, she'll be spreading her legs for you faster than you can say, 'Rumpelstiltskin.' Remember, if we don't play our cards right with her, she could ruin absolutely EVERYTHING with what she knows. You know I'm a schemer. The key to a successful scheme is information. That's why I need to know everything you know before I talk to her again."
Suzanne pulled the minivan over and turned off the engine.
Alan had been so preoccupied with talking to her while eating his sandwich that he'd lost track of where she'd been driving. He looked around and realized they were in a parking lot overlooking the beach. The minivan was parked right at the top edge of a cliff, so they had a great view of the sand and the ocean, while their height and position made it very unlikely that anyone would look up and see them.
Still looking around at the view, he asked, "Why are we here?"
She smiled wolfishly. "I was thinking... where can we talk that's only five minutes from your school, and get cozy at the same time?" She said "get cozy" in such a sultry manner that it made him look over at her.
To his amazement, she was suddenly mostly on top of him and not wearing any clothes! Her ass and legs were still in her seat, but her top half was leaning over his chest.
He cried out, "Whoa! How did you get naked so fast?!"
She took his half-eaten bag lunch and set it aside. "I picked clothes that were quick to take off. Plus, no undies helps." She kissed him on the lips while pulling down his shorts, so that by the time her passionate kiss had ended his shorts were down his thighs and her hand was sliding up and down his rigid shaft.
He gasped quietly, with genuine awe, "My God, you're gorgeous!" His heart was pounding hard, more from being in close proximity to a naked Suzanne than from the danger inherent in their public location.
She grinned, but otherwise ignored his compliment. She said in her sexy, scratchy voice, "I figure we've got nearly half an hour, and then it's five minutes to get you back to class on time. Do you want to just talk, or do you want to have some naughty fun with that beautiful woman that all your friends at school were gawking at and dreaming about?"
He asked in confusion, "But I thought you had an urgent need to talk about Brenda?"
She yanked the lever controlling his seat, causing it to slide all the way back so they'd have more leg room. Then she tilted his seat back. "I do, but later!" She kissed him again in a way that took his breath away.
Alan was worried about being seen. It was true that the beach below them was mostly empty, in part because it was the middle of a school day. He was relieved that they weren't at the White Sands Beach, the one closest to his high school, where any of his classmates who cut class might see them. Also, fortunately, the back and side windows on the minivan were tinted as much as California law would allow.
Suzanne loved the feel of skin on skin, as well as the thrill of danger, so before long she had his shorts all the way off and his T-shirt pulled up to his armpits.
He could tell she was extremely hot to trot. So, in addition to running his hands all over her ass and upper body, he dared to touch her pussy, which he was excited to find was soaking wet. To his delight, she didn't say or do anything to stop him. He assumed that was probably because she was so busy with the kissing.
After one particularly breathless kiss, she suddenly broke away. She looked at him with fire in her eyes. "You naughty boy! You naughty, naughty boy!" She laughed with pure joy. Her ass was still in her seat, and now she readjusted her position so her head was right over his crotch.
His heart pounded even harder as he realized what was coming next.
She said, "I'm going to have to punish you for that. Trying to play with my pussy - you should know better. I'm going to have to give your cock a good tongue lashing. Yes indeed!"
He let out a strangled cry, because she skipped the usual step of merely licking his boner and went straight to bobbing on it.
He clutched at the door handle and the center tray to hang on. His ass rose slightly off the seat as an intense surge of pleasure coursed through his body. "Oh! MAN! Fuck me!"
She bobbed on him for about five minutes, using a variety of styles and rhythms.
He found himself thinking, The Tongue comes out to play. Not just any tongue, but THE Tongue! Dang, the things she can do with that sucker! God damn! Now she's just showing off, practically wrapping it around my entire shaft! Fuuuuuck!
Oh man! If she keeps on like this, I'm gonna blow! Like, NOW! Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Gotta hold out! I don't want her to think I can't handle it. But her tongue! Her lips! Her fingers! Just the things she's doing to my balls are driving me crazy! And the bobbing! Dear God, the BOBBING!
I know! The best defense is a good offense! He reached out and started playing with her nipples. He wanted to play with her pussy again, but it was out of reach.
Had he been able to reach her pussy, he might have successfully distracted her and caused her to slow down. Instead, pretty much all he did was get himself worked up even more, since her huge, soft tits felt so good in his hands.
The situation was getting desperate - her oral skills were fantastic and her efforts were relentless. He let go of her boobs, but that didn't help much, not in the face of her rhythmic bobbing. In desperation he cried out, "Mercy! Uncle! Oh God! Please stop!"
Amused, she stopped. She pulled her lips off and switched to merely licking him for a while. This allowed her to talk again, but she couldn't help but crow a little.
"So... Sweetie... Are you still bummed that I showed up unannounced at your school?" She licked her way down to his balls, slathered them in her saliva, and then went right back to the most sensitive region at his cockhead.
"No! Fuck no! Jesus!" His eyes were closed and he was straining hard. His T-shirt had fallen back down most of the way, so at least he would seem clothed to someone looking in from the outside. He worried that he'd appear to be some weirdo having a powerful masturbation session, but he reminded himself that between the tinted side and back windows and the angle of the cliff in front of the minivan, the odds of anyone noticing him were very small indeed. As usual, Suzanne had everything figured out ahead of time.
She knew almost better than he did just how much pleasure he could take without cumming. She was making repeated X patterns over his sweet spot with her tongue, finally giving him the "tongue lashing" that she'd promised earlier.
FUCK, man! he thought, gripping onto parts of the minivan like his life depended on it. So fucking INTENSE! I swear, she's playing me like a fiddle! How does she know when to ease up just enough?! I'm so damn high on lust that I could fly!
She said between licks, "So, I think... What would your friends think... if they knew... that the hot MILF they saw you with... was doing THIS to you right now?!" She giggled. "Your mom likes to call herself one of your 'personal cocksuckers.' Would you like me to be another one of your personal cocksuckers? Would that turn you on?"
She found herself aroused by her own words, so much that she went back to a steady bobbing right over his sweet spot. It was so pleasurable that he practically ripped the handle off the door. After just a minute or two he had to shout again, "Aunt Suzy! Please! Stop!"
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