Iveyflame Special [ 6 / 15 ]
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Suzanne quietly made her way downstairs, hoping that Susan wouldn't notice her. But she needn't have worried, because Alan had gone the extra mile to cover Suzanne's and Katherine's tracks. When Suzanne came down the stairs towards the living room, she looked over to the kitchen for Susan and indeed saw her there with Alan.
Susan was facing away in front of a counter top, wearing high heels, an apron, a skirt, and a blouse, while Alan knelt behind her wearing a T-shirt and pants. He had her skirt pulled up and was rubbing her ass intently. She continued to fiddle with the oven while humming happily, acting as if her son wasn't exploring every nook and cranny of her butt.
Suzanne pondered, That's funny. I thought Susan said Sweetie couldn't touch her in places like that. So much for boundaries! Then it occurred to her, Oh. This must be the "getting attention" tradition I've heard about. Nice!
She heard Susan ask, "Tiger, was Suzanne really pleasuring you all this time?"
"Yep!"
"But it was so long!"
He quipped, "It still is."
"Mmmm. I know! Tiger, you're so insatiable! And after all that, you come down here and start playing with me!"
"That's because you were naked."
"Only because I was following your orders. Then, when I beg and plead and you finally let me put my clothes on, you just push them aside and act like they're not there. It's soooo hot!"
Suzanne walked away from the kitchen, towards the front door. Today's little poolside scheme is already working wonders. Sweetie's definitely got a natural talent for this kind of thing. Either that, or he's an exceptional learner. It looks like Susan is going to crumble even faster than I'd thought. Excellent. Moving quietly, she went to the underwear cabinet and changed from her robe into normal clothing.
Before Suzanne left the house, she walked through the living room to peek and see how things were faring in the kitchen. To her surprise, Alan now had his face buried up his mother's ass crack. He looked like he was rooting around for something in there with his nose, like a pig searching for truffles.
Susan no longer appeared calm, but in fact clutched the counter edge as if she was about to climax.
Suzanne chuckled to herself. I should just let the happy couple be. But if I speak up, I might help push things forward a bit further. So she spoke up, asking, "Sweetie, did you lose your car keys? I don't think you'll find them up there."
She chuckled at her own joke as Susan and Alan hurriedly disengaged and frantically scanned the room to find the source of the voice they'd just heard. When they finally looked back and saw that Suzanne was alone in the living room, they relaxed a little bit.
At least Alan relaxed. He'd jumped up when he'd heard her voice, but quickly got back down on his knees and grasped his still skittish mother's legs so she wouldn't be able to pull her marvelous ass away.
Susan couldn't hide how flustered she was, especially since Alan was once again lightly breathing onto her bare ass, giving her goose bumps, something that he'd earlier discovered drove her crazy. She stood erect and tried to act casually, even though her ass was completely exposed and her son's face was buried in it. "Uh, hi, Suzanne. Very funny. It's, uh, not what it looks like."
Suzanne raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"Uh, okay, maybe it is. But, uh... we were just, uh... Tiger was helping me, ummm..." Her face reddened further as she failed to think up even one vaguely plausible cover explanation for what Suzanne had seen.
Alan stepped in to save her. "I was just helping her by 'getting her attention'. I told you about that, Aunt Suzy, right? It's kind of a rule we have that I can play with her ass as sort of foreplay before she gives me a blowjob. Remember how Nurse Akami says I need a lot of stimulation and not just a quick ejaculation." He went back to blowing on his mother's skin, causing it to tingle.
"Oh. Of course," Suzanne replied in a level voice, as if Alan had just told her about a promotional special price on rental cars. "I think that's a good idea. Not only that, Susan, but your Tiger has to get your attention in some kind of special way if he needs a blowjob. Otherwise, how are you going to know just how needy he is?" She was just saying whatever would make Susan happy. She wanted to make up for her naughty interruption and put Susan back at ease.
In addition, the longer Suzanne talked the more she could watch. So she continued, "Besides, sucking your son's cock is a very difficult task. Especially lately, what with the way it's been growing longer, thicker, and ever more powerful. If you have any hope of making him cum with your tongue and lips and busy fingers, you need energy and inspiration. So it's only right that he plays with your body to his heart's content to get you in the mood."
Susan was already losing herself in another erotic fog as Alan continued to stimulate her ass in exciting ways. She struggled to come up with a response. "Um, yeah. It's all very... necessary. As long as he doesn't, uh, play with my... pussy. Because that would be... wrong!" She was going to say "hot" but caught herself at the last second, making the way she said "wrong" sound strangely enthusiastic.
She tried to change the subject. "I thought you'd gone home already. You surprised me."
"Yeah," Suzanne said, not really explaining anything at all. She brought the conversation back around to sex. She was still on her campaign to condition Susan to taking part in sexual acts while others watched, and she could tell that Alan had figured out her intent and was playing along. "Tell me more about this 'getting attention' ritual, Sweetie. Exactly how do you show her you need her to suck your cock?"
"Glad you asked, Aunt Suzy," he replied, speaking directly into Susan's ass. "When Mom cooks, it's good if she wears something like this apron that I can simply brush aside to get to her ass, no problem. She always needs to think that I might sneak up on her and grab her ass at any time, so she should give me easy access. Don't you, Mom?" He was heavily kneading one of her ass cheeks even as he blew between her legs to excite her pussy, which was a mere couple of inches from his lips.
"Uh, um, yes... But really, Son! This is not the type of conversation... Oh my God! Please take your hand off! Suzanne can see!" The hand she referred to was now deep in her ass crack. She was tremendously excited by his suggestion that she needed to dress to give him easy access to her private parts at all times.
Suzanne calmly noted, "Big deal. I saw a lot more than that by the pool this afternoon. You're lucky he's letting you wear any clothes at all. Please continue, Sweetie."
He said, "Yeah, what was I thinking? Mom, you're way overdressed. Take it all off. Now."
"But Son!"
Sounding exactly like a parent, he chided, "Don't make me have to tell you twice."
Susan caved in. She took her top off and then her blouse while Alan continued to fondle and even lick her ass. She could feel Suzanne's eyes on her, and that doubled her arousal.
Once Susan was completely naked (not counting her glasses and high heels, of course), Alan stood up, allowing him to fondle her tits from behind.
"Son!" she protested.
"What?" He tugged on both of her nipples at once, making her lose her breath and practically lose her mind.
She caved in again, because his touch felt too good. "Um, nothing." She didn't even protest the fact that she could feel his bulge in his pants pressing against her bare ass. (The remarkable thing was that he was still wearing pants, but he was trying to pace himself, giving his dick a rest.)
He dropped a hand back down, allowing him to fondle her ass and her tits at the same time while also continuing with his explanation. "Like I was saying, I'm pleased to see when Mom dresses so I can easily get to her ass. No underwear, of course." He ran a finger deep up her ass crack. "And her crack is extremely clean. Is that a new thing, Mom?"
Susan panted as he kept probing her ass crack, "Yes! Oh yes! Since you... Mmmm! Since you started... MMMM! Oh God! In the morning, I always- OH! For you... Yes!" Her entire body was writhing about wildly.
Seeing that she was having such trouble talking, he continued explaining to Suzanne, "I've managed to surprise her a couple of times, including just before you came in. It kind of reminds me of when we used to surprise tickle each other when I was a kid. Anyways, I grope at her ass cheeks, like I'm doing now. She really digs that. A couple of times, she's pretended that I wasn't there at all and let me fondle her for ages. But today I felt like zeroing right in on her ass crack. I wanted to see what was in there. Like this curious hole."
He let go of her boob and got down on one knee so he could focus all his attention on her ass. He quickly licked his finger for lubrication and then stuck it into her anus. He carefully placed a couple of his remaining fingers outside her ass on either side of her pussy lips. He was going as close to the limits as he could.
She cried out, "Tiger! Please!" However, her body betrayed her words. Her cunt leaked copiously as rich-smelling lubricant started flowing down the insides of her thighs.
He acted dumb. "Please what? Please saw my finger in and out a bit? Like this?"
"YES! I mean, no! UGH! What I really mean is, Suzanne is here!"
He teased, "You mean I'm being rude to play with your ass but ignore our guest's ass?"
"Yes! I mean, no! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
"Then do you mean you'd like Aunt Suzy to take over?"
Before Susan realized it, she heard herself saying, "No! You're doing just fine! Uh, I meant..."
She was at a loss for words. She bent over at a right angle to give him even better access to her ass and also to hide her very red face. Her asshole was opened wide and her slit was also on view. Her body was primed and in the ready position to be mounted and fucked hard until she passed out. It felt like the most natural position for her to offer her son.
She thought, This is terribly embarrassing, but let's face facts. I'm a hot, horny, centerfold mommy, ready to be used for my son's pleasure in any way necessary so he can empty his cock of another spermy load! Mmmm! And then, when he's given that up, his balls will fill with cum again and I'll help him drain them yet again. And again. And again. Forever! What a glorious cycle! MMMM! I just have to put up with my deep shame to save him from that nasty sperm buildup! That's the most important thing.
I just wish Suzanne wasn't here to see all this! I'm losing all my moral authority as his mother!
She mashed her boobs into the cold kitchen counter, which stimulated her hypersensitive nipples. That alone caused her back and ass to buck convulsively, and she almost screamed.
Suzanne chuckled at Susan's response. Before Susan could complain some more, Suzanne said, "I see. But Sweetie, what were you doing when I came in? It looked like you were trying to shove your whole face into that hole."
"Oh. That. I was, sort of. Mom likes it when I lick her ass crack. It's something I just discovered today. Don't you dig it, Mom?"
Susan refused to answer the question, trying to put on a false "nothing to see here" smile. She was blushing furiously. She felt that she'd been found out, because having her ass licked didn't seem necessary for advancing her professed goal of keeping her son's balls well drained. She prayed that Suzanne wouldn't point out the inconsistency.
Alan immediately dove back in with his tongue. Its probing wetness found her puckered anus. He spread her cheeks with his hands to give him better access to that secret spot. He plunged the tip of his tongue right into her hole.
Susan let out another excited gasp. Oh no! Too much! Suzanne isn't here, she isn't here! But she is here!
Suzanne asked very matter-of-factly, "So, Susan, how is it that I never heard about this 'getting attention' ritual before today? I thought we shared everything."
Susan was so aroused that she had a hard time talking. "We do... but... it's so embarrassing... shameful... Mmmm! I told you about the uh... the uh... MMMM! The ass play... well, most of it, but... Oh, Tiger, please!"
Susan looked back at Suzanne nervously, and then reached back and pushed her son's head away. She said with more determination, "Tiger. Please! Really! That is so improper! That's enough ass licking for now, buster."
He abruptly withdrew his tongue and stood up. "You're right, Mom. That is enough of that. I'm ready for you to suck my cock now." He unzipped his fly and whipped his dick out of his pants. It was rock hard, throbbing with his beating heart as the blood coursed through it. The cockhead was already shiny and slick from pre-cum. He repeatedly clenched his PC muscle, which caused his dick to bob up and down enticingly.
Susan was still pressed face-down into the counter, so he spun her around like a rag doll and put her hand on his rod. She stared at the ceiling because she couldn't bear to look at Suzanne while being manipulated so readily.
He continued, "Aunt Suzy, you're more than very familiar with this next part. Mom now drops to her knees and sucks, licks, and strokes my erection until I feel reeeeaaally good. Don't you, Mom? Would you like to be my helpful cocksucker right now?"
Her hand had already been stroking his erection from the instant he placed it there; now her other hand quickly joined in. "You know I would. But Suzanne is here. And..."
He prodded, "What does that matter? Hell, do you think my blue balls just go away when Aunt Suzy is around? No! They usually get much worse."
"I know that, Son..." Her fingers were happily slipping and sliding up and down. She craved to drop to her knees, but she forced herself to remain standing. "She's so beautiful."
"Why, thank you!" Suzanne exclaimed. Seeing that Alan was looking at her, she unbuttoned her blouse to her belly button and then ran her hands over her bra-free breasts as if she were overcome by heat.
Not only was Alan awed by Suzanne's blatantly sexy display, but even Susan was transfixed. She just kept stroking her son's boner as she stared slack-jawed at her gorgeous best friend.
All the staring grew a bit awkward, so Suzanne was forced to say, "What? I'm just helping out with visual stimulation. I'm even keeping my blouse on. ... Well, mostly." She had to add that caveat since her big tits were hanging free through the opened front as she continued to caress them.
Susan seemed to snap back to reality, trying to think. "Never mind about that... I was gonna say... There's something else. ... On the tip of my tongue... What was it?" She kept stroking as she stared into space, and then it came to her. "Oh yeah! Your punishment! No blowjobs from me until Tuesday. Don't you remember?"
"Dang! My punishment. Huh." He was frustrated, because he did remember. "It seems like more of a punishment for you than for me, but whatever." Then an idea came to him and he pointed out, "Well, you only said no blowjobs. You can still give me a handjob, like you're already doing."
"I suppose I could..." She stroked for some more moments, pondering again. At first, she wondered whether it was really proper to give her son a handjob, considering the general punishment idea.
But after a minute or two, with her fingers continually to run on autopilot up and down his pre-cum-soaked skin, she got so aroused that she began to wonder if it was really fair to have a ban on blowjobs after all. My son has needs. Big needs! To deny him blowjobs would be like denying a sick patient their medicine, right? Is it really fair to punish a boy with a cock this thick and tasty? If anything, HE should be punishing ME with a hard spanking! She didn't have any plausible reason for that line of thought, but she wasn't thinking logically.
She was completely lost in the act for a couple more minutes. Then she heard some noise, looked up, and saw Suzanne standing there across the kitchen with her blouse still wide open. Susan blushed all over again, because she'd been so into pleasuring her son's dick that she'd completely forgotten she was being watched. "Suzanne! You're still here! Um, of course you are. What am I thinking? But you're so quiet. How can you just stand there and watch me do this?"
Suzanne stepped forward. "Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. How rude of me. You must need some help. Here. I can take care of his balls." She drew nearer with an outstretched hand.
Susan let go of Alan's boner in shock, and then physically moved to stand between Suzanne and Alan's crotch. "No! I didn't mean that!"
She saw Suzanne's hand continuing to get closer, and decided it was better to do without than share. That was another sinful boundary she didn't want to ever cross. "Tiger, that's enough of that! Put your thing away right now. We can't do this in front of other people. It's time for dinner in any case. Look. You've made me nearly burn the food."
