Chapter 610 Is Something Gonna Happen? [DD SPONSORED]

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Suzanne turned to Susan, whose hands continued to piston up and down Alan's erection. Brenda had just left, but they both still stood in the foyer right by the front door. "So how about it, Susan? Maybe we should have another poker game or some other get-together with Brenda even before next Wednesday. What do you think? You have to admit that was lots of fun."

Suzanne was surprised to hear herself say that, since her intended strategy had been to take things very slowly with Brenda. But she'd enjoyed the entire evening so much that she figured waiting another week to take things to the next level with Brenda was too long.

"NO. End of discussion." Susan would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son's erection there was no way she was going to willingly let go before he shot a big load in her mouth.

Suzanne finished putting on her street clothes in anticipation of the short walk home, but then added an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Susan and said, "I think somebody's jealous!" She used the voice kids use when they say things like, "I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!"

"Jealous? I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said disingenuously.

Alan was nearly lost in the throes of the handjob's pleasures, since Susan had been working his boner for quite a while. He groaned and put his hand on his mother's hand, indicating she needed to pause for a bit. He'd been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to delay his cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he'd managed to endure this evening.

Suzanne put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Alan, "How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?"

Alan counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that his mother was merely holding his dick. Let's see... Mom and Sis together in the morning, Glory at school, a wicked Heather fuck, Glory again. No, wait, I didn't cum that time. Amy and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing. You after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight.

He said, "Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We're close. So close!"

Suzanne was genuinely surprised. "Only six times? It seems like we've all been stimulating your cock pretty much non-stop. And you're aiming for eight each day this week, to get your average up before your scouting trip, right?"

He nodded.

Turning to Susan, she asked, "Didn't you say earlier that I was in charge of Sweetie's dick for the rest of the evening? What happened to that?" Doffing her coat, she quipped, "I think I need to take over here."



"NoooOOOoooo!" whined Susan, still gripping her son's boner firmly. "I thought you were going home. Won't your husband be worried?"

"You know how it is; he probably wouldn't care, or even notice, if I didn't come home until morning. Now, take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn't you just say you're not the jealous type? So you won't mind if I take him back to his room. You did make that promise earlier, remember?"

"But..." Susan's mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish what was now a near death-grip on her son's erect cock. But she didn't have a devious mind like Suzanne's and couldn't think of a single rational excuse.

She visibly deflated in defeat, but at the same time picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get her son to blow his load before she had to release him. Stalling for time, she asked, "Are you sure about that? You're just joking. Right?"

Suzanne chided, "Who said I had his cock for the rest of the evening?"

"Some best friend you are," Susan grumbled. Then she literally handed Alan over to Suzanne, putting his erection in her best friend's hands after giving it a few final double-fisted strokes in her last attempt to make him cum.

Suzanne began to piston her hand in the exact same rhythm that Susan had just used, so that they barely missed a beat during their transfer. But Suzanne was aware of the way that Alan was straining not to cum, so she quickly slowed her pace to just a feather-light fingering up and down the underside of his shaft.

Susan stood there, watching enviously, as Suzanne stood on the other side of Alan silently stroking away.

Suzanne found it difficult not to crow about her victory. It took a great deal of willpower for her not to say anything or even look in Susan's direction, because she didn't trust herself at that moment.

She decided it would be better to leave Susan so she could fully enjoy herself with Alan without increasing Susan's jealousy issues. She forced herself to be nice, at least for the moment. She held out her free arm towards Susan like she expected a hug, then said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Susan gave Suzanne a hug and a goodnight French kiss. A tinge of sadness came through, but all-in-all the intimate contact restored much of their usual good feelings about each other.

Suzanne was pleased to see that Susan's 'no-kiss ban' of that morning hadn't lasted even a single day. The two women French kissed for several minutes while Suzanne continued slowly wanking Alan. Since she was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Susan was partially dressed, and since they were both focused more on what Suzanne was doing to Alan than on each other, they didn't grope each other nearly as much as they otherwise would have.

Suzanne thought as the kiss went on, Now, THIS is why I scheme so much. Sweetie's cock in my hand and Susan's lips on mine. Now if I could be fondling Angel or maybe even Brenda with my other hand, life would be complete! People who don't take risks are such chumps.

The kiss finally came to an end. Susan remained in a loose embrace with Suzanne, mostly so she could continue to gaze longingly at her friend's hands stroking up and down her son's thickness.

Susan thought, How ironic! The shoe is on the other foot, and I'm in the exact same position Brenda was in a few minutes ago, on the outside looking in. Those hands should be MY hands!

Okay, maybe I AM getting a bit greedy. I've been stroking him so long that my hand is really pretty tired. Maybe sharing is the answer? I've never shared Tiger's cock with Suzanne before, but after what happened with Angel and me this morning, and then apparently with Angel and Amy later, sharing seems to be the order of the day! I wonder if Suzanne would be receptive if we started sharing now, like this very minute? She reached towards Alan's groin.

This time, Suzanne gently but firmly blocked her hand, stopping it before Susan could reach Alan's slicked-up erection. Suzanne's own jealous feelings and her desire to rub in her victory came back with a vengeance. She throttled those feelings with an effort because she wanted to go upstairs and play with Alan rather than fight with Susan. She said with a trace of annoyance, "Goodnight, Susan. See you tomorrow."

However, Alan chimed in at that moment, spoiling Suzanne's plans for a quick exit. "Yeah, goodnight, Mom. Don't I get my goodnight kiss too?"

Susan had been holding off, hoping to give him that in his bed, so it could turn into much more. Then she realized that there was no reason why she couldn't kiss him immediately and then also "kiss" him again later. That forced Suzanne to wait more minutes before she could be alone with Alan.

Alan actually felt strange about kissing his mother when she wasn't topless, but he refrained from asking her to take something off because he could tell that Suzanne was getting antsy. As a result, their kiss was rather hurried and tame, at least by the standards he'd become accustomed to at home. His boner was also briefly unattended during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He was still teetering right on the edge of cumming, so he made sure to keep his mother's grabby hands at a distance. He at least got to play with her tits through her clothing, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Friend, I love how we're passing his cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding and playing with it all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in between our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else." She looked at Alan and winked with that last suggestion. "But you don't really have to imagine that future, because that day is already here."

Susan's eyes went wide with excitement in response to that. She tried to reply, but the words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she honestly didn't want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Suzanne's vision.

As Susan rushed away, Suzanne shouted at her, "Hey! Don't forget to open Brenda's gift! Trust me, you'll want to open it RIGHT AWAY! Remember, I helped her get it, so I know it's something you NEED."

Susan was dying to play with herself and cum, but she was dying of curiosity about the gift, especially after that added hype. She stopped at a hallway nook where she'd left it and took it with her.

One nice effect of the evening's non-stop sexual activity was that Susan was too preoccupied to think much about Ron and his newly revealed homosexuality. At least in that respect, Suzanne's plan had worked to perfection.

Alan asked Suzanne, "So what's this gift about?"

"Never you mind. Just Brenda being a good guest." She figured it was something he didn't need to know, especially since his ego didn't need any extra boosting.

Suzanne's current problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. (She'd exaggerated her claim that he wouldn't care if she didn't show up until morning.) Once Susan left the room, Suzanne lingered a few moments more until she was sure that Susan had really gone, then said to Alan, "Sweetie, since I'm all dressed up, I'm going to show my face briefly back at home so my hubby doesn't worry about me. By the way, how does that make you feel, to commit adultery with me while my husband waits right next door?"





Alan was taken aback by the question. It was a topic Suzanne had almost always avoided with him. He himself tried not to think about it because he considered himself a good person and breaking up someone's marriage didn't fit in with that image. Deep down, he got a thrill out of cuckolding Eric Pestridge (not to mention his own stepfather Ron), but he couldn't admit that to himself. Yet at the same time it greatly bothered him. He knew Brenda was married too, but he understood that she was in the very last stages of a divorce, so he figured he couldn't be blamed for causing problems there.

Suzanne could see that her question had caused a pained look on his face, so she said, "Never mind. Scratch that. Keep in mind that he and I don't love each other anymore, and we haven't for years, so it doesn't matter. Wait for me in your room. You're right on the verge now and need a longer strategic break anyway. I'm gonna be as fast as I can, though. Heck, I'm not even gonna shower before going home, like I usually do. Just don't let your mom come in and steal you away from me."

She joked, "Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to." It wasn't entirely a joke though.

Suzanne was back in less than five minutes. She went straight to Alan's room, naked except for her stockings, where she found him waiting expectantly, also naked. "Brenda and that poker game got me all worked up. Didn't it for you too?" she asked.

"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically.