Chapter 542 Is It Wrong To Kiss Like This? [Iveyflame Sponsored]

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Suzanne and Susan practiced kissing three more times, with Suzanne pretending to leave and reenter the room each time. Rubbing their bare tits and especially their erect nipples together was as much or more important for them than the kissing. But Suzanne avoided grinding her pussy against Susan's leg since she didn't want to push her too far too soon.

After the second kiss, Susan nodded to the table where their high heels were sitting. "Can we try a kiss with those on?"

Suzanne went and got the shoes. "Sure." She was euphoric. She had no idea when she'd woken up that morning that she'd be kissing her best friend on the lips just hours later. She'd thought Susan wasn't ready for this, so she was delighted to be proven wrong.

She wiggled the shoes in her hands as she walked back, sashaying her hips as if parading for Alan. "Heels like these really get your blood pumping, don't they?"

Susan blushed a little bit as she took her pair. She bent over to put them on, causing her huge tits to dangle dramatically. "Well, yeah. I mean, Tiger never says anything about them, but I can just tell he gets extra excited and stiff when I'm wearing them. I feel naked without them these days, and I don't mean the good kind of naked. It almost doesn't seem right to suck his big cock unless I'm wearing them. Four- or five-inch heels are best!"

Suzanne had been putting her own heels on, while also enjoying the sight of Susan bending over. She stood back up at the same time Susan did, and took her again in her arms. "Let's see if heels make a better kiss." She wasn't willing to admit it, but even she was developing a fetish for high heels.

They kissed again. By this point they had gotten quite comfortable with kissing each other, so they were able to let themselves go. Susan had already gotten used to Alan running his hands all over her naked body while kissing her, and she especially liked the way he kneaded her bare ass cheeks while pressing his stiffy against her. So it seemed natural when Suzanne kneaded her bare ass cheeks too while kissing.

There were two major differences than if she'd been with Alan: there was no hot boner pressing into her lower abdomen, and her big melons were pushing into Suzanne's equally big and impressive melons instead of Alan's flat, muscular chest. Susan missed feeling Alan's hard-on, but since her breasts were so excitable, their rubbing racks together almost made up for it.

Suzanne had a good idea just how sensitive Susan's boobs were - unfortunately, much more sensitive than her own - so she let her hands roam over them quite a lot. Even though Suzanne's boobs weren't as sensitive as she would have liked, now that she knew how much pleasure Susan derived from her own, Suzanne's nipples were quite responsive, which led the two busty mothers to have "nipple battles," rubbing their nipples against the other's while they were also dueling with their tongues.

Susan realized that Suzanne was a much more talented kisser than she was. When that kiss ended, she bemoaned her own lack of skill. "I'm sorry I'm such a bad kisser. Kissing Ron was like kissing a dead fish. I just never got into it. I need to learn to do better for my Tiger."

"No worries," Suzanne said reassuringly as she rolled Susan's left nipple. She liked how Susan referred to kissing Ron in the past tense. "We'll practice this until you get really good. Sweetie won't know what hit him when you kiss him goodnight tonight. Then he'll learn from you and become a better kisser too, and then both of you will be better kissers. If it helps you, just imagine that my tongue is actually his fat erection, deeply penetrating your mouth. Treat it gently with your own tongue. Put your growing cocksucking skills to use. Then switch roles and imagine that your tongue is his cock, and my mouth is one of your wet, dripping holes."



"Oooh!" Susan bounced and squealed with delight, rubbing her nude body all over Suzanne's in the process. "That might help. Let's try again!"

They necked some more, and this time Susan was much, much better. Suzanne could hardly believe how good it felt, or how happy this kissing made her. In fact, she was so ecstatic that she repeatedly had to use all her willpower not to cry tears of joy. (She would have had a real problem coming up with a plausible explanation for her tears.)

They broke apart after a few minutes. Susan bent down to take her high heels off.

Suzanne asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know how it goes. As a general rule, I only wear high heels for my Tiger. Otherwise, my feet hurt too much."

"Well, hold your horses for now though," Suzanne advised. "Soon, I think it's time for us to get serious about your sashaying practice."

Susan immediately stopped talking off her heels and stood up straight. "Oh, goody! I'm more than ready. You've had me practicing walking in heels in weird ways for over a week now, and I don't quite understand what's it all about. What's so great about sashaying, anyway, and why do I need so much practice for it?"

Suzanne lectured, "Sashaying isn't just another way of walking; it's an art form! If you do it right, you'll literally see Sweetie's tongue hanging out of his mouth. And his cock will get so hard and stiff in seconds that he'll have no choice but to ask you for a nice long cocksucking!"

That perked Susan up. She licked her lips hungrily. "Let's do it! Not 'soon,' but now!"

Suzanne chuckled at Susan's eagerness. "I've already taught you how to strut, and you've doing well with that, but sashaying is much more difficult. Especially if you want to do it in high heels."

"I do, I do! I can already sense that to do it any other way would be downright improper. But what's so hard about it? I've been walking in high heels for many years now."

Suzanne walked away, showing off her sashaying style as she talked. "Yes, but strutting is a very different thing. You have to rethink how you place your feet, how you move your hips, how you hold your head, what you do with your arms - everything. Frankly, I wouldn't even let you try it in anything more than low heels except for your experience wearing high heels to all those parties you used to go to. Angel and Amy for instance, they'd need a lot of training even to do it in low heels. And just as important is your attitude. You need to walk with confidence and feminine grace, yet with a touch of aggression, like you're a panther stalking its prey."

Suzanne spun around on her heels as if turning on a dime. "And you see that little move? I have so many moves and tricks to teach you." She resumed sashaying, but back to Susan this time. "If you can do it all correctly - and in high heels, no less - the effect on a horny guy like Alan is simply devastating. Coming or going, it makes no difference." She winked as she added, "Soon, you'll have HIM cumming, if you know what I mean."





Susan clutched at her bare chest. Had she not done that, her huge tits would have moved up and down in time to her pounding heart.

Suzanne turned back around and bent over slightly. "Now I know you pride yourself on being Tiger's big-titted mommy, and rightfully so. But let's not forget how effective a lure the ass can be. Look at my ass right now. Imagine you just came home from a hard day at school and you saw me standing bare-assed like this. Wouldn't you just want to run your hands all over my backside?"

Susan whispered lustily, "Oh, yes! Oh yes!"

Suzanne prodded, "Wouldn't you want to walk up close, unzip your fly, whip out your massive cock, and rub it up and down my ass crack? And then reach around and fondle my big tits from behind until you've got me so hot and bothered that I'll have no choice but to drop to my knees and suck and suck and suck, just like a good mommy should?"

Susan gasped, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, YES! A thousand times yes!"

Suzanne turned back and smirked. She loved playing with Susan like that.

Susan waved her arms in impatient exasperation. "Let's get started already!"

Suzanne laughed. "Okay, but what about our kissing practice?"

"We can do that too. My goodness. Between the kissing practice and all this talk about sashaying, you've got me so horny that, well... I don't know what! I feel like I'm going to burst!"

They decided to take their kissing and sashaying practicing upstairs. For the rest of the morning, whenever one or the other would leave the room to go to the bathroom, answer the phone, get a drink, or whatever, they would greet each other again with a passionate kiss on their return.

They spent the rest of the day doing their usual things, with Susan working on household chores and Suzanne helping out just to be friendly and stay near. But pretty much the whole time they discussed Alan, and sex, and sex with Alan, which kept them horny while Suzanne found more reasons to keep them naked. As a consequence, each kiss grew only more passionate.

At one point, while they were folding laundry together, Susan looked around and said, "Look at us. This feels weird. I mean, we're doing this simple chore wearing nothing but sexy heels. I can't get used to it."

Suzanne said, "Don't! Never get used to nudity. Never forget your shame and embarrassment. You're not naked because it's comfy; you're naked because you're your son's big-titted slut! You're in training to be the best cocksucking centerfold mommy slut you can possibly be! That includes providing him with incredible visual stimulation. Imagine that he has a magic telescope that allows him to see you right now!"

Susan immediately straightened and stiffened her posture.

Suzanne continued, "Imagine him sitting in his class but somehow able to see his busty mom and busty aunt! He's listening to us too, watching and listening at all times, getting a big fat boner as he sees us training to serve him!" Suzanne got off on the idea of Susan training to serve Alan, but she put herself in an entirely different category. She figured that if anyone was going to be the leader of the family harem, it was going to be her.

But she certainly knew how to push Susan's buttons. Susan stood up, causing the laundry in her lap to fall to the floor. "My goodness! Suzanne, that's SO HOT! Quickly, kiss me!"

Suzanne stood up to join her and they necked yet again.

As they did, Susan found herself thinking, Uh-oh! I think I'm starting to really love this. And as a thing in and of itself, not just as something to titillate my hunky son. Suzanne is such a wonderful person. I love her so much. And she's so very, very beautiful. How can I not react to her in a physical way?

Is it wrong to kiss like this? Especially when we're naked and our big tits are pressing together so delightfully? Lord, please grant me wisdom here. I'm turning into such a naughty, wanton woman! Where will it end?!