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Susan tried to review everything they'd been discussing. "This whole anal sex idea... bend over and don't break... Well, I'll need to think about that, and sleep on it. But what about Angel and me and the kissing? Is that really okay? Or are you just trying to make me feel better since it already happened?"

Suzanne wanted Susan bad. She'd been holding back on making any moves on her best friend, but she couldn't hold back anymore. Her mind schemed how she could at least get some action with Susan without scaring her away and ruining weeks of progress. So she came up with a plan: she would answer with questions. "When she kissed you, did you enjoy it? For instance, did you put your tongue in her mouth?"

Susan was silent for a while. She thought back to the kiss, unconsciously roaming her hands over her topless figure in imitation of what Katherine had done to her just an hour or two earlier. Finally, she bowed her head and admitted, "Yes. Yes I did. Am I totally awful or what?"

Suzanne was very pleased at the revelation that Susan enjoyed French kissing her daughter. She said, "Don't be shocked, but I think that's perfectly okay. I've kissed many women on the lips, and I've found it lots of fun. It's not a lesbian thing; it's just a friendliness thing. Of course normally you don't want to do it with your own daughter, but you have to remember you're in a special situation, doing it for your son's medical treatment and visual stimulation and all. I think that if he's flaccid again and asks you to kiss Katherine to help him get hard, you should agree."

Susan lifted her head with hope. "Really?"

"Really. Guys really get turned on when they see women kissing each other. You should use that fact to help him out. The fact that she's your daughter is irrelevant, since that doesn't come close to counting as incest. In fact, that's an advantage, since it'll get him even more aroused. You're both dedicated to serving and servicing his cock, and this is just one more way to do that."

"I was thinking that too, but hearing you say it makes me feel much better. You're such a great help. But you don't think it'll warp Angel's sexual development?"

"Hell no! Women kiss each other on the lips all the time when they're really good friends or family. I would kiss you on the lips every day just as a greeting, except that you've been so conservative. Think about some of our friends, like Juliana or Brenda. They kiss me and each other on the lips sometimes to say hello or goodbye. Everyone just avoids kissing you like that because it's obvious that would make you uncomfortable. But it's extremely common among women; it's just being friendly."

Suzanne had picked two women that Susan knew who were particularly busty and beautiful. Somehow, she knew those attributes would help.

Susan asked, "Really? I kind of thought so, but I wasn't sure. Do Juliana and Brenda even have prolonged kisses and roll their tongues around inside each other's mouths when you kiss them?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't they? That's how women usually do it."

"If that's so, then why didn't you kiss Brenda like that when she came over to play cards the other day?"

"Friends like Brenda avoid doing those longer kisses when you're around, 'cos they know how frigid, um, I mean, uh, conservative you are. Or have been, anyway."

Susan was getting increasingly horny again, which led her to say, "But Brenda has such big boobs!" even though that had nothing to do with kissing. She imagined feeling up Brenda's boobs as she gave her a welcoming kiss on the lips with a lot of tongue action. She rubbed her own bare boobs more overtly, just as if she was feeling up Brenda.

"Yes she does," Suzanne replied, a bit confused that there was any connection. "But the point is, just because women, even big-boobed women, kiss like that, that doesn't mean they're lesbian. It just means social norms are different for women, depending on their upbringing. Just like if you go to a Muslim country like Turkey, you'll see guys hugging each other and holding each other's hands as they walk down the street. That doesn't mean they're gay; they just have different ways of expressing friendliness."

While Suzanne was being factual about Turkish guys holding hands from having been there on vacation and seeing it, she was making up the part about their friends doing any more than lightly kissing each other on the mouth. But she was ready to say just about anything in the hopes that it would get Susan to kiss her deeply, and soon.

Susan asked, "But am I really that frigid? I'm sorry about that. It's funny how someone like Brenda would be so shocked at what I'm doing with Tiger even while she thinks I'm frigid for not French kissing her."

"I'm the one who should be sorry for calling you frigid," Suzanne said apologetically (although in her mind that came out as "accidentally on purpose"). "You're far from frigid these days, obviously. You've been a real trooper helping out with your son's needs lately. But there still are consequences from your small-town upbringing, even after all these years. Like the fact that you don't even know how women kiss here in Southern California."



The idea of Susan being frigid seemed positively ridiculous, given the way she was fondling her bare chest at that moment, not to mention her wholehearted recent devotion to cocksucking. But Suzanne realized that there was still a part of Susan that was very moralistic and highly religious. Susan really did consider any lesbian activity as something beyond the pale and expressly forbidden by God. Suzanne knew that what she planned next was a very big, pivotal step. She took her hand away from her own crotch to take another swig from a bottle of water.

She said, "You know, you've made a lot of progress, and I think you'd agree that your life is much the better for it. But you could stand to loosen up a bit more. You still have a phobia about physical contact. Relax. Try kissing another woman. We're in the very open minded, very liberal California, even if this is suburban Orange County. Everybody does it; it's no big deal."

She paused, and then added significantly, "You know, it's just a matter of time before a situation arises just like what happened to you and Angel this morning, except that you and I will be the only ones there to help Tiger in his time of real need. In fact, I'll bet it'll be only a matter of days before he has us French kissing each other. So we should get used to it so we can wow him when the time comes."

Susan clutched at her chest, as she often did in nervous situations. "My goodness! Knowing him, he might even insist on seeing that when he comes home from school today!"

"You're probably right. We should be ready to handle it."

Susan was thoughtful now, and nervous. Her heart was pounding wildly because she knew what was coming next. She said, "Thanks for your patience. I know I've been tough on you, like when I've gone to the beach all covered up and with an umbrella to boot. But I'm trying to change; really I am. Let me... Let us... try kissing. On the lips. If that's what the others do, I want to be one of the gang too."

Susan was already sitting close to Suzanne, but she brought her face even closer. They stared right into each other's eyes. Susan's nervousness doubled. Even the normally cool Suzanne found her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

Suzanne was also understandably delighted. We're going to really kiss? Damn, why didn't I try this line of argument years ago? I've desired her for YEARS.

Actually, upon reflection, had it not been for these weeks of her sexual awakening with Sweetie, she would never have agreed to this. She's mostly straight, so he's gotta take the lead and I still have to bring her along bit by bit. Gotta keep my cool and not go too far. I don't want another reversion to Prudesville.

On the outside, the wily redhead remained calm. "Okay, that would be great. Like I said, it's just a sign of affection, especially when women greet. Just stand up and I'll kiss you, like you did with Angel earlier."

Suzanne kissed Susan once on one cheek. Then she kissed her on the other one. "See? It's easy. I rarely see you doing even this much with another woman. Give it a try."

Susan kissed Suzanne's cheeks, several times. That went well, after which she felt less nervous. However, she looked down at her chest and said, "Um, maybe I should put my top back on?"

"Are you kidding me? If we're in a sexy situation with your son where he's making us kiss each other to give him visual stimulation, what are the odds you'll be wearing much - or anything - in the way of clothes?"

Susan giggled nervously. "Good point."

But then they paused for a painfully long time. Each again stared into the other's eyes with trepidation. Suzanne was well aware that what would happen next was a big step that would permanently change their relationship. Even Susan in her erotic fog had a sense that this might be the case.

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully. "Is this really ... proper?" Her mouth was no more than two inches from Suzanne's and getting closer.

Suzanne answered encouragingly, "Sure it is. There's nothing to it." Their mouths continued to draw nearer ever so slowly, but the movement was unstoppable, like two magnets being pulled together. Their kisses so far hadn't been much, but in getting in position for a full kiss on the lips, Suzanne embraced Susan front to front, and that drove their remarkable racks together.

Susan felt her breasts pressing against Suzanne's, which made her suddenly pull away. She blushed deeper and said, "I feel awkward... I mean, I'm not even wearing a top, but you are..."

"Oh, you're right!" Suzanne said with apparent dismay, and then whipped off her own top. "There - that's better. Now we're even."

That wasn't what Susan had been thinking, but it just served to arouse her even more. She leaned forward and let her breasts mash against Suzanne's once again, this time with no clothing between them.

Still wanting to delay the big kiss, Susan asked, "Um, when you're kissing a buxom woman like Brenda or Juliana, I mean..." She looked down at all their tit-flesh pressing together.

Suzanne joked, "How do we kiss with so much boob in the way?"

Susan laughed nervously again. "Yes. I mean, what's the protocol there?"

"Susan, stop being so prudish. Delight in your ample endowment. Remember who will be watching, and imagine how hot and stiff his cock will be in your hands and mouth after he sees our big tits pressing together. Here, try rubbing yours around in circles against mine, and make it look sexy. Instead of worrying 'Is this proper?' you should be worrying 'What will this do to my son's powerful cock?'"

Both of them began gyrating against each other.

Susan's breasts were so sensitive that all the rubbing practically felt as great to her as a titfuck, and that was very great indeed. Suddenly her arousal level soared off the charts, which gave her the courage to go through with the kiss.

Their lips finally met. Suzanne initiated the kiss, kissing Susan on the lips while both of them kept their mouths closed.

That much contact seemed to overwhelm Susan a bit, causing her to pull back.

Again, for a minute, they both just stared into the other's eyes, as if in disbelief of what they were doing.

Susan was passive, letting Suzanne do what she wanted but making no active movements herself. She acted like someone in a complete daze. Deep down, she'd always been secretly somewhat in lust with Suzanne, if only because Suzanne was so gorgeous that no one of either sex could resist her sexual appeal. So this kiss was even more momentous and exciting for her than the kisses with her daughter had been earlier that morning.

Eventually, Suzanne couldn't take the tension anymore. She planted her mouth decisively over Susan's and held on. With her hands on the back of Susan's head, she held her friend's head in place and kissed her firmly on the lips. She should have been more gradual but she just couldn't wait any longer, so she impatiently stuck her tongue into Susan's mouth and began exploring.

Their French kiss gradually heated up. Slowly but surely Susan responded in kind, after which Suzanne dropped her hands to her friend's shoulders. Their kiss went on for about a minute. Suzanne made sure to keep subtly rubbing her tits against Susan's, positioned herself for direct nipple-to-nipple contact. She knew that direct breast stimulation did wonders for Susan, and that the more aroused Susan was, the quicker her reservations would fade.

When the kiss finally ended, Suzanne pulled her head back a bit but kept her rack mashed against Susan's. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Susan was even more stunned than before. She was amazed by just how much she'd liked kissing her best friend so intimately.

Seeing a positive response, Suzanne suggested, "That's a good start. But to be ready for our man, we need to practice some more." She initiated another kiss.

This kiss made Susan's earlier one with Katherine feel like child's play, because on some deep level Susan had been desirous of her best friend's incredible body for ages, and of course Suzanne had been longing for Susan. Now both of their long-held, long-forbidden desires were being realized through the kiss. It was much more than electric. Both of them had to stop and catch their breath.

Finally after recovering a bit (but remaining in a tight embrace), Susan asked, "Women really greet each other like that? Isn't that kind of... sexual?" That was a gross understatement, but she was still in a heavy sexual fog. She had been so constantly aroused lately that she had a hard time sorting out the causes.

Suzanne chose to answer only her first question. "Sure. All the time. You know, maybe there is a little bit of passion in it, but the fact is we live in a society where the men make the rules. And a man, especially a powerful man with a powerful cock like your son, prefers a little bit of a sexual charge between his women. So this is considered very acceptable even while men in our society are too chicken to hold each other's hands. Imagine two guys French kissing each other just to say hello! Totally absurd. But that's how our American society is. Double standards."

"Yeah. I guess. Funny how that works." Susan was still reeling. The lightness of their conversation didn't match the heartfelt intensity of the kisses, or even the exciting way their bodies were still touching.

But Suzanne knew exactly how to press Susan's buttons. Playing on her friend's naturally submissive nature, she added, "Yeah, it's funny. But if a dominant man like Alan wants to see his big-titted women kiss and rub their chests together, what can we do but obey and play it up to get his dick extra stiff and hard? Don't you agree?"

"Oh YES!" Suddenly, Susan was so hot to trot that she didn't know whether she was coming or going. She imagined Alan was watching them, so she wanted to give him the best show imaginable.

It didn't help her concentration that Suzanne's face was still inches from hers own and their boobs were still pressed into each other.

"In fact, given how much he loves big tits, we should probably spend some time just practicing rubbing our racks together so we can get really good at it." Suzanne surreptitiously rubbed her own boobs in slow circles against Susan's, as if she was constantly adjusting her posture, trying to find the best grip for her hug. She purred, "Imagine he's watching us right now, staring at our heaving racks..."

"Yes! His eyes are on me... on us..." Susan's rock-hard nipples frequently brushed against Suzanne's. Because Susan's nipples were so very sensitive, she could hardly cope with the deliciously delightful feeling this caused. She loved it and all their soft flesh-on-flesh contact, possibly even more than she did the kiss.

Suzanne suggested, "Next time we meet, let's greet with a kiss like other California women do. It'll feel more normal the more we do it."

"Yeah!" Susan agreed. "And when my Tiger sees that, he'll get so hard that he'll shoot big loads down BOTH our throats!"

Suzanne chuckled. "Yep. Why don't we practice it again?"

But Susan was worried about her raging desire, feeling that she might spin out of control. "Maybe later. I'm still recovering from that one."

Suzanne decided not to push it. After all, they had all day together, since she wasn't planning on going anywhere until the kids got home. "Okay, but next time one of us comes into the room, we'll practice our greeting kisses. Just like Brenda and I really do it. Okay?"





"Okay." Susan was so sexually overheated that she was just relieved to have Suzanne's body pull away from her own momentarily. It was like stepping away from an open furnace.