Chapter 77 Bikini-Clad Susan & Suzanne

Alan often managed to beg off from going to church since he didn't like going, but there was no chance of that on this day. Susan felt so guilty from her ass exposure that she went a little overboard with her religious fervor. Alan could tell from her suddenly prim and proper mood immediately after the bare-ass incident that it would be counterproductive to even ask to stay home.

The somber and puritan mood persisted even after they returned home from church, but it didn't remain that way for long.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house shortly after lunch. She wore a top that showed off her ample cleavage and also left her midriff exposed. She was eager for more fun with Alan. However, she found that he was already taking a nap and that Katherine had gone out.

Susan was in a bad mood and complained, "Suzanne, you call that a shirt? That's more of a bikini top than a shirt, in my book. You can go traipsing around like some kind of shameless hussy in your own house, but please don't do it in mine!"

Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow. "Gee, what's gotten into you?"

"We're surrounded by temptation and sin. Maybe if you'd gone to church with us this week, you'd be more aware of the dangers!"

Suzanne put two and two together. She didn't know about what had happened before church, but she figured that, at the very least, church could bring on a new burst of moral righteousness. So she said, "Susan, please don't be that way with me. I'm your best friend, okay? Now tell me, what's got you all worked up?"

Susan looked at the ground. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I... I just can't." She didn't want to admit that she was afraid it would arouse her too much. But she also had a hard time standing up to Suzanne.

Suzanne asked impatiently, "Susan, are you wearing panties? Or a bra?"

Susan looked even more abashed. After a long pause, she nodded affirmatively.

"Okay. Take them off now. Right here. And then you're going to tell me what's bothering you."

Susan looked up at Suzanne in surprise. "What? Right here? Right now?"

Suzanne nodded in a way that brooked no opposition. "You know the rules. Of course you need to wear those things to church, but we're back home now, so there's no excuse. And do I or do I not have the right to choose what clothes you wear?"

Susan was going to say something more, but she decided that she'd just lose in the end anyway. It was just too hard to stand up to Suzanne. Blushing profusely, she reached inside her clothes and pulled her bra out. Then she slipped her panties down her legs while keeping her long dress on.

Suzanne didn't give Susan any relief though, and immediately began pressing her about what had happened.

It took a while, but eventually Susan spilled all the details of how she'd been caught cooking bare-assed. In telling the story, Susan found herself getting sexually worked up again as she recalled how she had trembled with excitement, half-expecting Alan to reach forward and fondle her ass cheeks at any moment.

Suzanne didn't have to do much to put Susan back in a sexy mood because the story-telling got her most of the way there. But just to make sure that Susan didn't backslide, she said, "Susan, I agree with what you said, that walking around with a bare butt is going too far. What we need to do is find just the right kind of outfits that will excite him and help his condition, but at the same time preserve your modesty."

So Suzanne went home and returned with another big pile of clothes, after which the two of them went to Susan's bedroom and played dress-up for an hour or two.

Susan grew increasingly giddy and horny as time went on. She was growing to love dressing in a sexy manner for her son.

Suzanne constantly goaded her on with encouraging but rather tame comments like, "Sweetie will love that dress," or, "He'll totally flip for that one."

After a while, when she knew Susan was really worked up, she said more provocative things like, "Oh, he will definitely blow his load when he takes one look at you in that," or, "Watch out! If you wear that in front of him that big erection of his will split his shorts right in two!"

When they were all done, Susan came out of her bedroom dressed in one of the sexiest combinations they'd tried on. She'd protested that it was too revealing, but Suzanne "forced" her to wear it since Suzanne now had the "right" to decide what clothes Susan wore.

She wore a skin-tight, thin, white tank top, which made it clear as day that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not only could her nipples be faintly seen through the cloth even when they weren't erect, but her huge globes bounced freely with almost every move she made.

Suzanne knew that not only would that inspire Alan's lust, but it would keep Susan in a near constant state of arousal, since Susan's nipples and boobs were obviously so easily stimulated. Plus, Suzanne knew that the mere fact that Susan was wearing such revealing clothes would keep her horny.

Susan also wore short blue-jean shorts that were most noticeable in how low they hung on her hips: the button to unfasten them was only an inch or two above the top of her pussy. In back, they covered so little of her ass cheeks that some of the top of her ass crack could be seen.

Susan protested, "Suzanne, this is far, far too outrageous! It's terribly improper. This is not what a good Christian woman wears!"

"Susan, stop complaining already. If you're not willing to suck or even stroke his cock today, you HAVE to at least help with the visual stimulation. Do you want to see him suffer the curse of blue balls?"

"Well, no. Obviously not, but..."

"Your Tiger is a very virile young man, with a powerful, demanding penis. I'll bet his balls are practically bursting with tasty sperm by now. You need to go find him right now and inspire him, so he can get some relief."

"But..."

"Go!"

Susan set off to find her son and see if he and his penis liked her outfit as much as she hoped he would. Despite her protests, she could hardly wait to see a large bulge growing at his crotch.

After Alan woke up, he'd decided to take a book and go sit by the pool. He was in the middle of rereading The Lord of the Rings, so he had that with him. But he was ready for some more tempting and teasing, and though he was all alone, he figured that the pool area was a good place to see some more skin. Still, he hadn't realized just how right and lucky he would be.

Susan came down to where he was sitting. (Suzanne followed, but lingered behind so Susan would get all the attention at first.) "Tiger? Sorry to bother you, but Suzanne absolutely insisted I have to show this outfit to you. I don't know WHAT she's thinking, but I find it's just easier to play along with her."

She was trying to act casual as if she didn't care what he thought, but her face was blushing deeply and her legs and arms were twitchy and fidgety. She kept her eyes closed, because it was slightly less humiliating that way.

Alan gaped for some long moments while Susan's nervousness grew. She half-expected him to say something like, "Mom! Put some clothes on already; you're embarrassing me!"

But instead, he said, "Mom! Wow! Whoa! I'm speechless."

Suzanne, still standing a good distance behind Susan, felt his words weren't clear enough to put Susan at ease. So she flapped her arms in the air as if trying to scare away a flock of birds, hoping Alan would see her and get the non-verbal message that more compliments were needed.

He saw and understood. so he added, "Mom, you look so great! You know what you are? You're a babe! A total babe! Nobody would believe you're a suburban housewife and not some kind of hard-bodied fashion model. Seriously! You should be a lifeguard on 'Baywatch.' Pamela Anderson would be jealous of you."

Susan tingled with pleasure from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She was practically dizzy from all his compliments. "You don't really mean that," she protested, hoping he'd say more.

"It's true! Not only that, but you don't know how much this means to me, all the effort you're putting in to help me with the visual stimulation. I know it can't come easy for you to walk around without a bra, and letting me see your big breasts jiggling and bouncing, your hard nipples clearly visible as they poke through your practically see-through top. I love you even more than before for your big effort to get me soooo ... daaaang ... hard! Thanks!"

By the time he was halfway through saying that, Suzanne was waving her arms again and shaking her head no, trying to tell him that he'd gotten too graphic. But he was so transfixed by Susan's lightly bouncing chest that he was oblivious to Suzanne's signals.

Susan looked down at her chest. "Oh dear!" In the dim light of her bedroom she hadn't realized how transparent her top could look when out in the bright sun. It was practically as if someone had poured water on it, and she realized to her horror that her nipples were faintly visible, not to mention the way her erect nubs were tightly tugging at the fabric. She covered her chest with both arms. "Tiger! You're not supposed to see that!"

But he was on a lust-driven roll. "Why not? Mom, you're a seriously sexy babe and you've got a rack that proves it! You're a stone cold fox! God, it would be so sweet to take those puppies in my hands and suckle on those firm, uh, tasty, uh, er, nipples..."

Alan's words petered out because he finally noticed Suzanne's increasingly desperate arm waving. She made an arresting and jiggly sight of her own as she repeatedly raised her arms over her head, especially since she was dressed in a red bikini, so he gaped at her for a bit before finding something intelligent to say.

Finally, he concluded, "The point is, Mom, you should be very proud of your body. God really blessed you with great genes, and the way you exercise almost every day has paid off, big time. I'm so grateful and so touched that you dressed up for me."

Susan had a "deer in the headlights" look. She wanted to chastise him for saying inappropriate things, but all she could think about was what it would feel like to have her son firmly grasping her breasts with both hands and pulling on her nipples with his fingers and teeth. She scuttled back into the house in a daze, without even saying a word.

Once she was safely back in the house, her nervousness and embarrassment disappeared, but her lust remained. She beamed with pure joy. She kept thinking, He thinks I'm a babe! "A total babe!" And a "stone cold fox," whatever that means. I'm sure it's good though! She realized her pussy was dripping, and rushed to the bathroom to clean up.

Suzanne lingered behind just long enough to say to Alan, "Thumbs up there, Sweetie. I was afraid you laid it on too thick, but I think it worked out in the end." She licked her lips. "And speaking of being touched, some lucky boy right here is going to get touched by his Aunt Suzy very soon."

Alan protested, "I wasn't laying it on thick; I really meant every word."

"I know. You're honest at heart. That's one reason we love you so much. But still, compliments don't hurt. You keep saying nice things to her and, mark my words, you'll find your meaty sausage sliding between her ruby red lips before too long. Tootles!"

She turned to go, but then stopped and looked back at his tenting crotch. "Oh. And speaking of thick, looks like you've got a problem there in your lap. But promise not to take care of it just yet, okay Sweetie? I'm sending some more Mommy fun your way."

She gave him a dainty wave and walked away, leaving him completely floored. Dang! Not that I'm complaining, but why is she so keen on having Mom help me out in a physical way? Mom's just not like that. I wish I could have a frank talk with her, but she likes to be mysterious about her scheming.

The two women stayed inside for a while. It wasn't long before Susan asked her best friend, "This may seem like kind of a strange question, but do you have any idea what a 'stone cold fox' is?"

"I sure do," Suzanne replied. "That's a woman who's a total babe, who's drop-dead gorgeous. Sweetie called you that, didn't he?"

Susan looked away shyly. "Well..." She was too modest and embarrassed to admit it.

Suzanne could easily tell she was right. "You should be very proud of yourself, because you ARE all that. But that's both an honor and a responsibility."

Susan asked, "What do you mean?"

"Clearly, he's uniquely inspired by your beauty, maybe even more so than mine." Suzanne didn't actually believe that, although she had to admit it would be a very close call, but she was trying to hype Susan up. "That means that if all else fails and he's falling behind with his daily orgasms, we may have no choice but to turn to you."

Susan's face was reddening as she considered the possibilities. "What exactly do you mean?!"

Suzanne was worried about pushing Susan too far too fast, so she was enigmatic. "We'll see. We'll see."

Susan's imagination ran wild, keeping her arousal at a high level. She had delightful yet scary visions of being "forced" to help her son with handjobs and even blowjobs on a daily basis.

Suzanne didn't like to sit in the sun in the middle of the day, owing to her extremely fair skin. But, inspired by Susan's obviously horny mood and Alan's relatively suave compliments, she encouraged Susan to go back out in a bikini to serve Alan some homemade cookies.

In the past, Susan could never have imagined herself wearing a bikini. Only one week earlier, if she'd been asked about bikinis, she would have said they should be outlawed altogether. But even though she complained to Suzanne, "Well, if you absolutely insist," the truth was, she could hardly wait to wear one in close proximity to her son.

She changed and went back out to deliver the snack.

Alan's face broke into a great big smile when he saw her walking his way. His penis had gone flaccid, but it stiffened immediately when he saw how she was putting extra oomph into swaying her hips, which in turn caused her boobs to sway as well. And the way her face showed that she was both very aroused and very embarrassed got his heart racing with lusty need.

Mindful of Suzanne's advice to be generous with the compliments, he said, "Whoa! Mom, is today my lucky day, or what? Who is this perfect-ten busty BABE bringing me cookies?"

Susan dropped her head shyly, blushing as she stood there. She finally remembered to put the tray of oatmeal raisin cookies down on the table next to him, but then she just kept standing there.

He continued, "Seriously, who is this smokin'-hot centerfold, and what has she done with my mom?"

Susan spoke very quietly and shyly. "I am your mom." She stood still, but she felt like her body was on fire, especially her erect nipples and wet pussy.

"You are? Oh yeah; you are. I forgot to look at your face because I can't take my eyes off your awesome huge rack!"

As soon as those words left his lips, he worried that he'd gone too far. The Susan he was used to wouldn't allow that kind of talk.

To his surprised, she smiled widely. "Oh... you! You know you can't say that kind of thing about your mother's bosom. It's terribly improper." That was kind of a chastisement, but she was so clearly happy that the words had no sting.

She struck a sexier pose that showed off her "awesome huge rack" very nicely. She raised her hands up above her head as if to block the sun's glare. But in truth she didn't really care about the glare; she just knew that that position would lift and emphasize her breasts even more.

That emboldened Alan. "So what? I mean it. Come on, sit down and enjoy these cookies with me. I want to see what it's like to sit next to a bikini-clad movie star."

She positively beamed. "Oh, you! There's no movie star around here."

He loved how she turned so bashful yet giddy over the compliments. "Yes there is." He pointed north, towards Los Angeles. "You must have gotten lost. Hollywood is that way."

"Shush, you!" But it was clear she didn't really want him to stop.

She was so flattered by even more compliments from her son that she found herself sitting on the lounge chair next to his. She wound up staying for a while. She wished that she was wearing sunglasses like he was, because she was endlessly fascinated by the large lump in his swimsuit. But since he could see her eyes, she only dared to look at his crotch every once in a while.