Chapter 65 Alan's First Blowjob Pt 2

Minutes later, after Suzanne had picked herself up and composed herself somewhat, she sat beside him on the bed and said, "Thanks for the warning. That tells me right away that you're considerate - the mark of a good lover. But remember that a lot of women, especially inexperienced ones your age, don't like to have you cum in their mouth. So it's always good to give warning. I happen to be an experienced cocksucker, so I can take it any way you want it. It also so happens that I love the taste of your cum, so you can fill my mouth anytime. Whenever you see me, feel free to unzip your shorts, pull out that monster between your legs, and shove it in my mouth."

"Really?! You're not just saying that? Holy cow! That's just too unbelievable to be true! Are you serious?!"

"Well, just about. Sweetie, your cum is incredibly sweet and delicious. I've blown a lot of guys, and some of their cum tasted downright awful. But you, you're in a different league altogether. I'm kicking myself for washing two big loads off my face the other day. I could easily live on this stuff! You should try some yourself."

"Ewww! Don't be gross!"

"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," she said with a very happy grin on her face.

"What if I try it like this?" He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

He thought he was being daring and sexy, but she pushed him away. "Whoa, Betsy! What do you think you're doing?"

That really surprised him. What confidence he'd been gaining suddenly crumbled. "I'm confused. I thought that you liked me! You're getting me so aroused, how could I not kiss you?"

"I do like you! Very much. Too much. You're making me do crazy things. Remember what I told you before? We have to have boundaries or your mother will get upset. Remember that this is for your medical benefit. Don't start getting lovey-dovey on me. Remember Christine. Don't tell me you love me more than Christine, do you?"

Suzanne was playing up the setting-of-limits at least in part because she suspected that Susan might be outside the door listening. She felt bad about lying to him about some things, but she was sure that he would benefit greatly in the not-too-distant future from the approach she was taking.

"It's over with Christine," he said sadly. "At least we're still friends. But anyway, my feelings for you are different. You're my... Suzanne." He'd stopped himself at the last minute from saying Aunt Suzy. He figured that would sound too weird in the current circumstances. "You have a special place in my heart."

"And you do in mine, my cutie Sweetie." She lovingly ran a hand through his short, unruly hair. "You always know just what to say to please a lady. You're such a very special young man. But your feelings for me are different than they have been for Christine, aren't they? And your feelings for your mother are different again, right?"

"Right."

"Think of me as a really good friend now, who also just happens to jack you off and suck your cock a lot. Would you like it if I help you like that?"

Another question with an obvious answer. "Hell yeah!"

"Goody! I'm so happy that you'll have me as your special cocksucker! Would you like it if your mother was also a really good friend who just happens to have a habit of keeping your cock in her hands every day? And mouth, now that I think about it. Hell, probably a lot of both."

He feared that was a trick question. He also worried about admitting his incestuous urges.

She leaned forward and whispered, "The correct answer is 'Yes.'"

He finally nodded.

She was disappointed because Susan wouldn't know his answer if she was indeed listening. But she pressed on. "So would you like to have two naked, busty mothers constantly blowing you and fondling you?"

"Yeah. Hell yeah!"

She smiled, glad to get that from him out loud. "Okay. But you have to follow certain rules or things will get out of hand. After all, Susan is your mother and both of us are married. It just won't do if you're pounding our pussies full of that sweet cum of yours every night. So remember the golden rule: Look but don't touch, unless I say so. Do you think you can handle that? Do you like looking at me?"

He was still absorbing everything she'd said, especially the part about pounding pussies. It was as if he'd been hit by a truck; he was so bowled over that he missed her change of rules, from yesterday's about never touching her to today's about touching her only when she said it was okay.

She got up and stood right above him. She thrust her chest out and asked, "Is there anything you see that you like looking at?"

He was incredulous. Did she really just call herself my "special cocksucker"?! Holy fucking bloody hell! And now she's asking me if she's attractive?!

"Are you deranged? Every square inch of you is perfection! Jesus H. Christ! I know I'm never going to see a sexier woman in my whole entire life!"

"Awww, you're so sweet. But I'm getting all old and flabby." She put her hands behind her head and struck another sexy pose, fishing for even more compliments.

"Aunt Suzy, if you're old and flabby, then I'm... I don't know what I am. A monkey's uncle. You're so incredibly amazing, I can't even put it into words. An eighteen-year-old girl could only dream of having your body." He contemplated saying, "I love you," but held back.

She stepped forward and drew him into a hug, which placed his head between her naked breasts.

He was so astounded and excited that he missed the fact that this was a violation of her supposed 'no touching' rule.

She repositioned, releasing his head so they could look eye-to-eye. As she squeezed him in a hug, her nipples brushed against his chest. "You're not half bad yourself, Sweetie. All that tennis and swimming is paying off. You're really filling out lately. But don't be saying 'I love you' or think of me romantically while I'm helping you with your problem, okay? That's something you do with girls your own age. I'm just an old married woman who's helping you with your problem."

She thought to herself, I wish I could tell him the truth! I dream of him telling me, "I love you, Aunt Suzy." There's nothing I'd rather hear him say. But if my ultimate fantasy for this family is going to come true, I have to hold my horses for now. He needs to be emotionally open to lust and love from Susan and Angel too. And of course I can't forget that Susan is probably listening through the door. Drat!

She continued, "I must say, I'm very happy I can help with your problem. And if we have some fun in the process, then no harm done, right? If the doctor says I have to suck and stroke your cock many times a day, then that's just what I have to do, isn't it?"

He was really glad now that he'd resisted saying "I love you"; it was almost as if she'd read his mind and had seen he was on the verge of saying something like that. He decided yet again that it was always best to say as little as possible in these unfamiliar situations.

"You're the best!" he enthused, but her mention that she was married filled his head with the thought of adultery, and he felt very guilty even as he grew more turned on by those same thoughts.

She responded, "Am I really? How do you know if I'm such a good cocksucker after just one time? Maybe I need to show you again, to prove my point." His penis was already hard again.

She immediately knelt down in front of him and put his cock in her mouth.

He put his hands on her head, already forgetting about the "no touching" rule (though in this case it didn't really matter).

The second blowjob was much better than the first. The first time had ended after just a few minutes, but he had much greater stamina for the second go-around.

She sucked and sucked, repeatedly taking him in as far as her oral cavity would allow.

His brain reeled from pleasure and wonder as he watched his erection slide in and out. I can't believe anyone can fit that much cock inside a mouth. Damn!

As the blowjob went on and on, he started to wonder about her tongue. He'd always been under the impression that her tongue was longer than most. He recalled times when she'd stuck her tongue out in a playful or petulant mood, and he'd been struck by how far it stuck out. But even so, the things her tongue was doing to his erection seemed almost unreal and impossible. For instance, at times, she wrapped her tongue around his shaft and held onto it and even stroked it, just like a firm finger!

He couldn't imagine demonstrating that kind of reach with his own ordinary tongue. He was tempted to ask her to stick it out all the way just to see how long it really was, but that seemed like a rude thing to do. Instead, he just enjoyed all that her tongue and lips could do, putting the mystery of its length aside for later.

He was sitting up on the edge of his bed, which let him see when she moved her free hand down to where her pussy was. He assumed that she had started to finger herself while blowing him.

She pulled away from his dick for a moment, so that he could better see her fingers at work. She'd frigged herself in front of him before, but this time he could see what she was doing. He watched with intense interest as her fingers disappeared into her hole and then wiggled around. He saw her pull at her clit. He'd heard a lot about the clitoris, but was fascinated to see how a woman would do herself. He figured he could learn a lot from that.

After a few minutes, she stopped to catch her breath. As she rested, she asked, "So, do you like the sight of me naked and on my knees with your cock in my mouth?"

His heart was racing from excitement. "Fuck yeah! I love it! I especially like to see your ass and your tits sway from so close up."

"Good, 'cos you're going to be seeing me in this position a LOT from now on. I LOVE to do this, if it's FOR YOU!" She resumed her happy slurping.

He thought, Why on Earth would the most perfect cheesecake centerfold on the whole friggin' planet be interested in me in the first place, much less want to help me out like this? It must just be her giving nature, trying to help me through my medical situation. What an unbelievably generous woman!

When they finally both came, at the same time, they did so loudly, now that there wasn't such a sense that their play had to be kept secret.

In fact, Suzanne wanted Susan to hear just how much fun they were having, to help convince Susan that she should blow her son as well. Suzanne certainly didn't have to fake her great pleasure, but she cried out unusually loudly so that Susan couldn't possibly miss her rapturous joy.

As he shot off into her mouth, she couldn't help but notice again that his cum was unusually tasty. It was sweet, without any of the bitterness normal to a man's cum. She'd noticed that previously, but this time she retained some of it in her mouth after his climax ended, allowing her to savor his flavor for a long time.

She was doubly pleased. Excellent! Not only is his taste an unexpected bonus for me, but it will make it a lot easier to turn Susan into a dedicated cocksucker. I'll bet she'll fall in love with that delicious taste before long!

He collapsed back onto the bed. "That was amazing! Fantastic. I'm such a lucky guy!"

"That you are," replied Suzanne, but as she said this she quickly strode to the door and opened it a crack, even though she was buck naked. She wanted to see if Susan had been listening.

Suzanne arrived just in time to see a body quickly moving into the bathroom across the hall, less than ten feet from Alan's door. There was someone who had been eavesdropping, but she realized to her great surprise, Hey, that's Angel, not Susan! Even better. So she's curious too. Excellent!