Chapter 53 Suzanne And Susan's Dirty Talk With Imagination..

Suzanne left Alan's room dressed like that and headed down the hallway to Susan's bedroom. She figured the odds were nearly 100 percent that Susan was in there masturbating about what she'd just experienced and seen in Alan's bedroom.

The wily redhead walked in without knocking, and, sure enough, she was right.

Susan was caught in the act. She stared incredulously at Suzanne with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, because Suzanne had never before barged into her room like that. The only face-saving aspect was that she had pulled a corner of her sheet around her lower body, so Suzanne couldn't actually see her fingering her pussy. However, it was obvious that her other hand was busy pinching one of her nipples.

She sat up in bed, pulled her hand from her pussy, and draped an arm across her boobs in a rather futile effort to cover them. She was literally shocked speechless.

Suzanne pretended to look confused and contrite. "Oh. Susan! I wasn't expecting you here in the middle of the day. I just wanted to use your bathroom to wash up, since Sweetie is using the other one." She was taking advantage of the fact that one had to go through Susan's bedroom to reach the only other bathroom on the upper floor.

The mention of washing up caused Susan to take a closer look at her best friend. As the shock of being discovered started to wear off, she grew more aware of her surroundings. It hit her like a body blow to be reminded that not only was Suzanne topless, but her face and chest were splattered with cum.

Susan's eyes were wide as saucers. "Suzanne! What the?! ... Just look at you!" She was so taken aback that it almost made her forget about being caught masturbating. Of course she'd seen some cum on Suzanne when she was in Alan's room a short while earlier, but that view had been at an angle. It was truly breathtaking to get the full effect face-to-face, and after another cum load had been added.

Suzanne walked into the room and closed the door behind her. She smiled warmly. "I know. Isn't it great?"

"Great?! What?! Suzanne, are you INSANE?! You're covered in, in ... well, yucky guck!"

Suzanne chuckled, as if amused with Susan's naïveté. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. "Susan, Susan, Susan. That's not 'yucky guck'; that's your Tiger's cum."

Susan replied bug-eyed, while covering her nipples with her palms. "That's what I mean. Alan's cum! Ewww!" She realized she'd been staring at it, so she averted her eyes by staring at the ceiling. Did he cum on her again?! I think he did! He's so virile! It's just SO MUCH CUM!

Suzanne chuckled knowingly, then shook her head. "It sounds to me like you still have a lot to learn about sex. You're carrying on like cum is a bad thing, a disgusting thing."

"It is!" Susan didn't believe that, not after what had happened the day before, but she felt she had to keep her "shameful" lusty feelings a secret.

"No it's not. Cum is great! Cum is the reward you get. Here, consider this scenario. Imagine that you're kneeling in front of your hunky son, wearing nothing but high heels while happily jacking him off."

Susan was reeling from sheer excitement. She could well imagine that, because she'd been in that pose the night before, although she'd been topless instead of nude and she'd merely looked at his cock instead of stroking it.

She was determined not to let her true feelings show, so she tried to summon up moral indignation. "'Happily?!' Suzanne, I'm his mother, and a good Christian woman!"

"Just listen to me, okay. So you're kneeling there with his great big cock in your hands. It feels warm and alive as you stroke it. But there's a problem."

"I'll say!" Susan exclaimed disapprovingly. "I shouldn't be touching it, for starters! And why am I naked? And what are the high heels for?" She found herself looking at Suzanne, rediscovering the cum on her best friend. Blushing, she turned away.

"Susan, I'm giving you a hypothetical scenario, okay? Don't question everything I say, or we'll be here all day."

Susan nodded. If there was one thing she wanted, it was for Suzanne to hurry up and finish. She was both aroused and disgusted by all the cum dripping down her best friend's body, but either way, it was practically unbearable to see Suzanne just standing there like that.

Suzanne continued, "So, like I said, there's a problem. The problem is, your Tiger is such a virile, cum-filled young man, with a really big, powerful erection. It's hard to get someone with a superior penis like his to cum quickly. So you stroke and stroke and stroke it, and then you stroke it some more. Sure, he's constantly moaning with pleasure, and his thickness gets wet with pre-cum, but he just won't cum! Eventually, your hands get tired. You just can't stroke it anymore! What do you do?"

Susan answered thoughtfully while staring at the wall, since she couldn't bear to look Suzanne's way. By this point she was vividly imagining herself in Suzanne's story and very much needed to find a way to get Alan to cum, if only so the far-too-arousing story would end. "Boy, I don't know. I've never really done that kind of thing to Ron, and well, even if I had, we've never had a problem of him lasting very long." She blushed more as she belatedly realized what that implied about Ron's sexual stamina.

Suzanne plowed onward. "Well, Sweetie is a very different kind of man than Ron. Today was my first time stroking him, but I can tell already that he's a natural. It takes a lot of work to get a big, long, powerful erection like his to finally shoot."

In truth, Alan's great stamina was almost entirely in Suzanne's imagination at that point. She was confident that she could teach him to last a lot longer. She foresaw lots and lots of practice, and she knew he was a quick learner, so it was possible he could even develop great stamina. But Suzanne wanted to hype the "power" of Alan's penis from the get-go, to help fire up Susan's lust and break down her sexual barriers.

Susan pulled her sheet up over her big breasts, as if she were a bit frightened by such a potent penis. She belatedly realized that she should have done that earlier. "Oh my goodness. So ... what do you do then?"

She looked at Suzanne, but then turned away again when she saw all the cum on her once more. She licked her lips unthinkingly as she remembered how sweet and delicious her son's cum had tasted.

Suzanne confidently replied, "You stroke and stroke and stroke some more! Because that's what a good mother does, right? She'll do most anything to help her son, because that's love for you. And with your son, the help he needs is with his penis. His constantly erect, thick penis. It needs to be stroked and stimulated and loved. Six times a day. But I digress. My point is, there you kneel in your high heels, your big breasts bouncing wildly in time to your hands sliding up and down his long cock-"

"Suzanne!" She looked aghast at her best friend.

"What?"

"Don't say that word!"

"What word?"

"You know. The one that begins with the letter 'C.'" She gazed for a long time at the cum dripping down Suzanne's face before she finally remembered to turn her head again.

Suzanne rolled her eyes, knowing that Susan wasn't looking at her at the moment. "Sorry. Anyway, you've been jacking him off for so LONG, and you're just not getting anywhere! So you do the only thing you can do: you tilt your head forward and lick your way all around his cockhead!"

Susan was so into the story that she acted like she was really forced to do that. "Suzanne, NO! That's too scandalous! Besides, you used the 'C' word again."

"Sorry, but I have to. I said 'cockhead.' There is no other word for that body part."

"Oh." Susan was quite gullible.

"Anyway, I know it's scandalous, but remember, this is just a story to illustrate my point. So there you are, with your tongue lapping all over your son's big dick. Of course, if you're a good and talented mom, you'll keep jacking him off too. When it comes to a superior erection like his, there's plenty of room for both, and you'll need to do both at once if you want to get him to cum. Can you picture it? Your lips and tongue sliding all over his more sensitive cockhead area, while your fingers pump up and down the rest of his thick shaft?"

Suzanne waited for Susan to reply, but Susan just lay there, panting hard and fantasizing.

Susan still had her hands on her fantastic globes. Now that her sheet was pulled up, she realized that she could subtly tweak her nipples instead of just covering them, and Suzanne would never notice the difference. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting very aroused listening to Suzanne's story. Still, her prudish beliefs were also on her mind.

After a long silence, she complained, "Maybe I don't want to get him to cum. I mean, where would it go if he did? Is there at least a towel nearby, or something?"

"No! No towel. He's going to cum on your skin! Remember what I've been telling you lately about the sin of Onan? It's not a sin if he cums on you, preferably on your face or chest. Look at me. It would be just like what my Sweetie just did to me."

Susan looked. She was finding it harder and harder to look away from the glistening goo. She asked with more curiosity than revulsion now, "Why there?"

"Guys really like that. Sweetie obviously loves it." Since she'd already concluded that Susan was naturally sexually submissive, she tested to see just how submissive she was. "I guess, when you think about it, it's a way for a man to assert his dominance. To kind of claim you. Like a dog marking his territory."

Susan's eyes went wide and she stared at the dripping cum on Suzanne's chest with newfound interest. Oh God! Tiger? Claiming me? Marking me? Marking US? Oh dear Lord! Have mercy! It's just too hot! Why does that kind of talk arouse me?! It's not right!

Susan didn't get very jealous thinking about Alan marking Suzanne. In fact, such thoughts aroused her more than upset her. They were such close friends that she felt like the two were on the same team instead of competing, so Alan cumming on Suzanne felt almost like him cumming on herself.

She asked, "Really? But isn't that demeaning?"

Suzanne could tell that she'd hit a bull's-eye with those comments. So she continued in that vein. "Well yeah, obviously. But you're already naked and on your knees, licking and sucking on your son's great big erection. So you've obviously thrown dignity out the window. And you should have seen the look in Sweetie's eyes after he shot his hot jism all over me." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "Oh boy!"

"Really?" Susan was getting excited. Under the sheets, she tried to squeeze her nipples between her fingers without showing any movement.

"Really! He loves it! It makes him feel like a man, I'm sure. I mean, look at my breasts. Really look at them. Don't you think it looks kind of sexy, to see the cum splattered all over them? And not just any cum, but your cutie Tiger's cum! It's like he's claiming me. He's not only showering me with his fertile seed, he's showering me with his love. Frankly, I wear his cum with pride! I'll be kind of sad to wash it off. But it does get gross after a while, I suppose."

Susan was ecstatic. She's right! Tiger came on my breasts TWICE last night! That means he claimed me and then claimed me again for good measure! So it's kind of like, even though I'm a married woman, my breasts now really belong to him!

She continued to furtively fondle her nipples. Her body was heating up by the moment, but she was trying hard to focus on her lingering prudish feelings. "But... Why does it have to be cum? It's so icky."

"Hardly! Susan, have you tasted his cum? Mmmm! It's so good!" She licked a big cum gob off the slope of her curvy cleavage, savoring it as she brought it into her mouth. "Mmmm! Really good! I'm being totally honest when I say it's the best cum I've ever tasted." For once, she actually was being honest, and not just exaggerating or hyping things to better indoctrinate her best friend.

Susan nodded without realizing it. It is! Dear Lord, it's so delicious! Now, I can't speak about any other cum; I don't even know what my husband's tastes like. But I'm sure Suzanne is right!

Suzanne noticed Susan's nodding. Hmmm! Interesting! I'll bet she took snuck a taste at some point yesterday! Excellent! However, Suzanne pretended to stay clueless.

Knowing that Susan was watching with rapt interest, she scooped up another big gob and ate that too. "Mmmm... So sweet. It must be all that fruit he eats, not to mention all that fruit juice. It's funny, because he loves pineapple juice so much, and I could almost swear I can taste a hint of pineapple. Mmmm!"

Even though Susan had sampled Alan's cum on a number of occasions the day before, Suzanne's words and actions left her hungry for more. In particular, she was dying to see whether she too could taste pineapple in his cum.

She longed to lick some of his cum right off Suzanne's body. Of course there was no way she could ask to do that without dying of shame. She kept on surreptitiously fondling her nipples. She longed to play with her pussy too, but she feared that moving her hand down there would give away what she was really doing.

Suzanne was pleased to see that Susan was no longer attempting to look away. In fact, Susan now simply couldn't take her eyes off the cum on Suzanne's face and chest. "So anyway, the reason I'm telling you all this is because I felt I had to correct your misconceptions about your Sweetie's cum. Let's get back to how you're doing with his cock in the story. Er, sorry, his erection. You've stroked it so long that your hands are tired. Then you've been licking it too. Loving it with your tongue and your lips. Maybe even sucking on it. Engulfing his entire cockhead in your mouth, and giving it a passionate long cocksucking with all the suction you can muster!"

Susan gasped. "Oh no! I could never do that! It's too big!"

"Maybe so, maybe so. It is an extremely big and impressive penis, I'll grant you that. Can't you just imagine, though, how happy it would make him to see his beautiful, big-breasted mother bobbing on his shaft? Boy, that would really be a sign of a loving and caring mom. But in any case, after all that hard work you deserve a reward. And then Tiger cums! He cums all over you! Splattering his love on your face and your breasts. Especially your breasts, which I know he loves very much."

"Really? He does?" Somehow, one of Susan's hands had slipped down to her pussy. It wasn't even a conscious thing, but more like idly scratching an itch. She figured that if she hadn't noticed it happen, that Suzanne wouldn't have noticed it either, especially since her hand stayed under the sheet the whole time. So now she was fingering her pussy lips and one nipple, but trying to act like her hands weren't moving at all.

Suzanne pretended not to notice where Susan's hand had gone, but she couldn't help but smirk a little bit. She hefted her big tits, lifting them with both hands. "Oh yes! Look at my breasts. Look at the cum all over them. I know he loves these too. But consider the fact that yours are basically the exact same size as mine! So this is more or less EXACTLY what it will look like when he cums on YOUR chest! He'll be over the moon! Can you imagine yourself, kneeling naked before him with his hot cum flying directly into your mouth from mere inches away? He'll just want to cum on your face and your boobs until you're simply DROWNING in his sweet cum!"

"Oh God!" Susan gasped. She had a vision of him doing just that to her, and it was divine. All of her guilt and reservations about incest had vanished for the moment, allowing her to revel in the joy she and her son would share when he got to thoroughly paint her face and rack with his copious cum.

Susan was so turned on that she quickly forgot to make sure her masturbatory moves were unnoticed. In fact, before long she was probably going to climax. Hard.

Suzanne didn't want that to happen. For one thing, it would be next to impossible for her not to "notice" Susan's masturbation if it was that blatant. (Naturally, she'd noticed it already, but she was pretending that Susan's activities weren't obvious.) For another, she wanted to keep Susan in a state of constant arousal. She figured that if Susan came, she'd probably get the post-orgasmic blues and go back to her prudish mindset for a while.

So Suzanne abruptly changed the subject. "Oh, by the way, what were you doing here when I came in? Are you feeling okay? Is there something wrong with your nipples?"

Susan's hands froze. She blushed as she remembered how she'd been caught with her hands on her privates when Suzanne barged in. But she thought fast, and explained, "Um, no, not really. You see, Akami taught me how important it is to do a proper breast check. You know, for cancer." She looked away in embarrassment and mentally crossed her fingers, hoping Suzanne would buy that.

Suzanne didn't believe it for a second, but naturally she pretended that she did so Susan wouldn't freak out. "Oh. That's a good idea. I should probably learn how to do that too. Can you show me?"

Susan was relieved that she'd dodged that bullet, but her embarrassment grew. "Um, I'd rather not. I mean, it's not proper for us to see each other in, uh..., well, when we're not fully dressed."

Suzanne looked down at herself and chuckled. "And what about me? Haven't I been talking to you while topless all the while?"

"Yeah, but I'm shy."

Suzanne was hoping to see Susan play with her boobs since she had a long-standing well-concealed lust for her best friend. However, Susan looked so cute and vulnerable at that moment that Suzanne decided to let her be, at least for the time being. She stood up to head to Susan's bathroom. "Very well. Then why don't you come with me and I'll show you how to clean up a cummy face."

"Um, is that something that really needs to be taught?"

"Sure it is." In fact, Suzanne knew it would be another chance to keep Susan horny, but out from under the sheets where she couldn't climax. There wasn't really anything to learn, but she knew she'd be able to draw out the description of the experience, hyping for quite a while longer the joy of having Alan cum on her. In fact, while they were there Suzanne figured she could give such a detailed account of her first handjob with Alan that Susan would end up so hot and horny that she wouldn't be able to tell up from down.

Suzanne smirked a little more. She loved this.

Susan sighed. She wasn't too happy to get out of bed, especially since her head was so filled with arousing thoughts and her pussy and nipples were feeling extremely needy. However, she felt like she had no choice. "Very well. But let me put on some clothes first."

Suzanne got up and went to Susan's closet. She took a terry-cloth robe off a hanger and threw it at the bed. "Here, wear this." Another goal of hers was to keep Susan naked as much as possible or, barring that, at least dressed in something revealing. Most importantly, she wanted her without a bra and panties at all times, which would help break down Susan's resistance that much faster. Having her wear a loose robe would be nearly as effective as having her stand there in the nude.

Suzanne couldn't have been more delighted that she had further confirmation of Susan's sexual submissiveness. She knew that she had decades of Susan's religious teaching to overcome, and that wouldn't be easy. But her friend's submissive tendencies would make it much easier to change those beliefs and attitudes.