Chapter 81 First Deepthroat With Aunt Suzy.

Amy went back home shortly afterwards. She figured her fun was over now that the two mothers were present.

But the fun was far from over for Alan. Happily for him, Suzanne seemed to sense that he was just about to go insane from stimulation and lack of release, so she took him back to his room just a few minutes later.

As soon as she closed the door to his room behind her, she started stripping. "Sweetie, whip out that sweet cock-meat of yours. Your Aunt Suzy has gone all day without sucking your cock and that needs to change right now!"

Alan laughed. "Sweetness! Aunt Suzy, I love your brazen sexuality and explicit talk. I don't know where I stand with the others, but with you, you know what you want and you just go after it. I don't think any of the others have even said the word cock, ever!"

She grinned as she stepped out of the last of her clothes. "Well, I don't know about them, but I'm going to take your cock, hold your cock, stroke your cock, and then stick your cock down my throat so I can suck your cock for hours! So don't cock things up or get cocky about it. Cock, cock, cock, cockedy cock! COCK!"

They both laughed.

Then Suzanne got serious and got down to business. She said, "Remember when I said that you'd better get used to the sight of me naked and on my knees, sucking your cock?"

"Yeah? I mean, how could I ever forget that?!"

"Well, here we go." She crawled across the room to him on all fours. She shook her boobs back and forth as she crawled. As she went, she said, "How do you like seeing your Aunt Suzy crawl like a hungry animal so she can eat your fuck-meat? Does that turn you on? I hope it does, 'cos you're gonna be seeing it a lot from now on!" Then she took him in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner.

He groaned loudly and lustily as her lips slid back and forth over his sweet spot. "Oooooh! Yeeeessss" Goditssogood! Gonna need to cum already!

He squeezed his PC muscle frantically. He didn't want to embarrass himself by cumming in less than a minute. But after all the fun with Amy and Katherine downstairs, and then seeing Suzanne crawl naked on all fours, it was a difficult struggle.

As she licked and sucked, she thought, What's come over me? All this crawling, for one thing. I've NEVER done that kind of thing before for any guy in my life! It's not dignified. The problem is, for perhaps the first time in my life, I'm with the man I really love and I want to wow him. I want him to go absolutely ga-ga every time he sees me. But I do need to settle down and keep my dignity. No more of this crawling around, even though it is kind of fun to just go wild.

Despite the fact that Alan had recently started to practice the pubococcygeal (PC) muscle squeezing technique known as "Kegel exercises," named after the gynecologist Dr. Arnold Kegel who first described them, he didn't have the self-control to hold out for long in the face of such an all-out sexual attack. He tried his best, but he could no more stop his relentless rush towards orgasmic overload than he could stop a runaway truck barreling towards him.

Suzanne's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, impossibly long, wrapping itself nearly all the way around his erection. He thought that was physically impossible, but it sure appeared that way. And her lips were just as ever-present. She could move like lightning, doing the most unexpected things, and then at other times caress his shaft with her tongue and lips in a very romantic and affectionate way. As if that wasn't enough, her fingers stayed busy too, usually playing with his balls, or stroking those remaining inches of his shaft that weren't in her mouth.

Sure enough, in only a minute or two, he made some loud guttural warning groans and began to spurt.

Suzanne didn't back off, but just kept stroking, sucking, and licking, attempting to pleasure him 'to the last drop'. She made sure not to have his erection too far down her throat when he came though, so that his cum wouldn't go straight down her gullet without her being able to taste it.

When it was all over, he sat back and looked down at her. His chest rose and fell as he recovered his breath.

Suzanne looked up. "What is it? Sweetie, you look sad. Don't tell me I did a bad job, 'cos I know I didn't. I'd think you'd be ecstatic."

"Well, I am! You made me feel soooo great that I can't even put it into words. Dang, you're good! And I really needed that. But it was over so fast. I have no control at all. I feel like I'm just not living up to the kind of guy you deserve."

Suzanne guffawed. "Oh, that's rich! Sweetie, I could get used to this. I've been with a lot of men, but already I can tell that you're the best."

He frowned sadly, even while he admired her naked, kneeling body. "Best? Best at what? Ejaculating as soon as you touch me? I don't know what to do. You're just too much woman. I can't hold out."

"That's so sweet. But think about it. You're just starting out. You're just starting to learn control of your PC muscle. Besides, I can be pretty overwhelming at times."

He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "That you can."

Suzanne kept talking, "And I'm not allowing you to touch me, so all you CAN do is sit there. And it was mostly my fault, 'cos I got so excited that I didn't try to pace and prolong things at all. Don't worry. Okay, technically you may not yet be the best, but you will be. You've got all the tools." She reached out and held his flaccid penis as she said the word "tools."

"Like what?" he asked. "An above-average penis size? A lot of guys have that."

"True, you have that, and a few other nice attributes like your surprisingly sweet cum, but you have so much more. It's the intangibles. Aspects of your personality that just make a woman enjoy having sex with you. I don't want to go into them now though, because we've got better things to do."

She began to rub his flaccid penis in her hands. Then she bent forward and began licking his balls with her long tongue.

That made him remember his previous curiosity about the exact length of her obviously very long tongue. In fact, he grew so curious that he finally grew bold enough to ask, "Speaking of attributes, can you stick your tongue out for me?"

"A-ha! You noticed. Sure." She stuck it out all the way, revealing to him the longest tongue he'd ever seen.

He was impressed; it was even longer than he'd imagined. It looked like she'd even be able to touch the tip of her nose with it. "Wow! That's cool. Obviously you're the only one who's ever blown me, but I have a feeling you're extra good at it, thanks to your tongue."

She chuckled. As she started to talk, she licked up and down the side of his shaft while continuing to show off just how long her tongue was. "Oh, I'm good all right, but it's not just my tongue. It's like with you; it's the intangibles. For one thing, the passion, the engagement. When I jack you off or suck your cock, I just want to give you the highest high you've ever had in your entire life, and I'll stop at nothing to make sure that you get it." She certainly didn't lack in confidence, but she had good reason to boast.

He'd figured it would take ten minutes or more for his penis to revive, but between what her hands were doing to it, her intense look right into his eyes, her naked body, and her words, he found it already growing turgid. Oh man! Here we go again. So good!

He asked, "What about your husband?"

She grimaced. "What about him?"

"Don't you satisfy him? Doesn't he satisfy you? Whatever happened between the two of you? That's always been a mystery to me. He's like some kind of big, powerful, rich guy. What are you doing with a nerdy loser kid?"

"Are you trying to get me to stop stroking you? Geez. First question: yes I did, with ease, way back in the days when we actually had sex. Second question: yeah, he was good enough, back in those days. But now he's TOO rich. TOO powerful. We don't even relate anymore."

"But what happened? I still kinda remember when you two were really happy?"

She gave him a look that made clear that question wasn't welcome and he wasn't going to get an answer. She didn't want to reopen painful old wounds.

He wisely changed the topic slightly. "But what about other guys? I mean, you're Aunt Suzy, you're like some kind of walking, talking orgasm. You could have your pick of any guy. You could be with some buff lifeguard or bodybuilder or Donald Trump or something."

She laughed. "Ha! I've been with lifeguards and bodybuilders, and a lot more. I'm not proud to admit it, Sweetie, but I've had a lot of affairs since I gave up on my husband." She chuckled, "Donald Trump, so far, has escaped my sweep. But I've been with his type. Egotistical assholes, the whole lot of them. If a guy has something special, like a ten-inch dick or a million-dollar yacht, he comes to think he's God's gift to women. I piss on the whole lot of them. My affairs with those self-centered jerks are over."

She looked up into his eyes and said with great sincerity, even as she kept stroking, "You're different. That's what I'm talking about with the intangibles. Your mom and I, we raised you right. Susan can be over the top with her religious mumbo-jumbo, but there's a lot to be said for raising a kid with those old-time values. I feel confident that, no matter how good things get for you, you're not going to become an asshole. That's because you have class. You've got a moral backbone. You've got modesty. I know you're only eighteen and you're still maturing, but you're already more mature than many much older guys - my husband for instance - because you've got the fundamentals."

She added, "Heck, you're probably more mature than I am in a lot of ways. I can be pretty selfish and hedonistic sometimes." She thought about the duplicity in her entire six-times-a-day scheme. She wasn't proud of herself, but she felt that in this case the end justified the means, and that everyone involved would benefit quite a lot.

She looked down at his erection. It was back at full strength, so she started devoting more attention to it. "No, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Sweetie. You're the best. I'm gonna stick to you like glue, if you'll have me. My only slight frustration is that I'm going to have to share cocksucking duties with Susan and Katherine and who knows who else."

His heart practically stopped beating upon hearing that. "What?! Mom? Sis? No way!"

"Yeah way. I've said this to you before, Sweetie. Just give it a little time, and mark my words: it'll happen. Your mother is so cock-hungry already that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. You notice that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look she has all the time now? That's 'cos she's always thinking about your dick. She's thinking about fondling it. She's even thinking about sucking on it."

Talking about sucking reminded Suzanne to lean forward and begin licking the tip of his cock. But she was able to do that, and stroke with her hands, and keep talking too. "And I heard about her nipple incident at the pool today. What do you think made her nipples like two little hardened missile silos? It's you, mister."

He knew with his logical mind that what she was saying was true, but it was just so staggering, and the implications were even more mind-blowing, that it didn't seem real to him.

She went on, "And I've seen how your sister looks at you too. She's quite a hottie, don't you think? Can't you just picture her nursing a big fat Alan boner between her lips?"

He groaned as he pictured it. He was even more aroused because she was lapping against his sweet spot like a hungry dog.

She said, "I'll bet before long, both of them will be calling dibs, vying to see who gets to stroke you and blow you next. Just give it time. I wonder how long it will take before all three of us are all naked on the floor together, just like I am on all fours, begging you that we be the one allowed to suck your cock next!"

"Oh MAN! Aunt Suzy, don't talk like that! I'm just some guy. That could never be. I don't deserve it."

She shot him a dirty look and gave his erection a slightly painful squeeze. "Don't say that again, you hear? You're not just 'some guy.' True, you're not perfect; nobody is. You've got issues, like a lack of self-confidence. But you're special."

Out of nowhere, she started to tear up. "You're my special Sweetie and I love you. So much!"

By the time she got to saying "so much," tears were rolling down her cheeks because she was overcome with emotion as she tried to convey the depth of her love for him. However, she hated to cry; she thought it was a sign of weakness.

She also had trouble telling him in words just how much he meant to her. So she pulled herself together and distracted herself by devoting all her attention to the blowjob. She'd been passionate before, but now she sucked him with abandon. She tried to show him how much she loved him with her tongue, lips, and hands instead.

Alan was overwhelmed by what she'd said and by her tearing up, even more than by her insanely pleasurable blowjob. It took him over a minute after she'd stopped talking to get himself together enough to say in reply, "Aunt Suzy, I love you too." She hadn't actually said "I love you" as a direct, isolated statement, but he knew that she meant it.

He could hear her emotionally choke up again, and he felt it too since his dick was well inside her mouth.

He added, "And I'm not just saying that 'cos you're so sexy and stacked and great at handjobs and cocksucking. I mean, you're my Aunt Suzy. What more can I say? You're right up there with Mom as the most important person in my life, and that's the highest compliment I can think of. I know you love me, and, well, it just makes me love you back even more."

Suzanne was so moved that she was certain she was really going to lose it and cry her eyes out. But her tough persona kicked in. She stopped her blowjob long enough to say in a semi-joking voice, "Stop your blubbering already. You sound like a girl."

They both laughed.

Suzanne sighed as she lovingly caressed his hard shaft and cockhead with both hands. She gave it a few kisses, and then a few long licks, and then she said, "It's going to be a shame, having to share this sweet meat. But that's okay." She said to herself as much as to him, "Six times a day is a bit much for any one woman to handle, even someone like me. I don't mind sharing a little."

Then, in a nasty, sultry voice, she spat out, "We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock. Really good." She swallowed him deep.

He didn't realize it, because he was so out of his mind with arousal, plus he'd never experienced it before, but she actually accidentally deep-throated him. Suzanne knew all kinds of sexual tricks and techniques, but deep throating wasn't something she had tried since she was in college. It wasn't easy for her, and so it wasn't something she was willing to try unless she was really in love. Unfortunately, until Alan, she hadn't truly been in love for a long, long time.

Even with Alan, she hadn't intended to deep throat him, at least not any time soon. She liked the idea of surprising him with new things from time to time, and that was something she figured she could treat him with well down the road, after she'd had a chance to practice it on a dildo and get good at it. But her desire for his dick was so strong that she kept sucking more and more of it into her mouth until she realized with great surprise that she'd reached where her gag reflex would trigger.

At that point she paused, uncertain what to do. She thought back to her previous deep-throating efforts many years earlier, but they weren't good memories. She recalled a lot of discomfort and no additional pleasure. But her love and lust for Alan were so strong that she thought, What the hell? Why not? and she kept going.

To her surprise, she managed to swallow most of his cockhead, and with a lot less discomfort than she'd anticipated.

He groaned exceptionally loudly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he hung on as waves of extreme euphoria washed over him. She didn't know why the deep throating was happening relatively easily for her. She suspected that she was feeling both exceptionally cock-hungry and very relaxed, and that she might not be able to duplicate it again very readily anytime soon, so she should take full advantage of the opportunity. As a result, she pulled back, inhaled deeply, and dove all the way down his shaft once again.

One thing she didn't like about deep throating was the frustration of not being able to breathe while her throat was obstructed. So she made long deep-throating lunges, but only stayed down for a few seconds. Then she would alternate with tongue work right on his sweet spot until she was ready to make another short-duration deep lunge.

She needed his cum right away, and was determined to use every trick she knew to get it.

He blew his load about a minute later. When he started, she was deep throating him again. But, sensing his impending eruption, she pulled up at the last moment so she could taste his cum flowing through her mouth before it disappeared down her throat.

Just as he came, she touched her clit and exploded in climax at the same time.

He'd never felt so good, so satisfied. But it wasn't just the sheer joy and intense pleasure of a great blowjob. He felt a deeper love and connection with Suzanne than ever before, and that felt far better than the mere physical pleasure between them.

She got up next to him and they cuddled for a while as they recovered. He wished he could kiss her, and he brought his face close to hers, but for some reason she didn't seem open to that, and turned her head away. She also made sure he kept his hands by his sides instead of letting him explore her lush, curvy body.

But their cuddle was pretty awesome just the same. He knew that his bond and emotional closeness with her was getting stronger thanks to moments like those.

As they cuddled, he asked, "Aunt Suzy... Did you... This is kind of a weird question, but did you just deep throat me?"

She grinned. "Yes. Yes, I did."

"Wow! I didn't know you knew how to do that."

"Frankly, I didn't either. It just kind of happened. Don't expect it to happen again. I don't know what you've read or seen, but deep throating is NOT EASY for a woman to do. Well, at least that's the case for most women, including me. Maybe some women feel differently, but it usually isn't that pleasurable either. With you, I did it and I even kind of enjoyed it, because, well, you're my Sweetie. You're my special guy. It made me happy hearing you groan in ecstasy like you'd just entered Heaven."

"I did!"

She chuckled, lovingly brushing a hand through his hair. "See? That's what I'm talking about. You're such a cutie, so full of enthusiasm. But seriously, consider that a special treat that might not happen again. Frankly, I don't even know if I can do it again! Try sticking a finger down your throat and see what happens, and then imagine how much more difficult it would be with a dick the size of yours instead of just a skinny fingertip."

He tried sticking his finger down his throat, but gave up after just a second or two. He could see her point. He gave her a hug. "Wow. Aunt Suzy, you're the best! You make me so happy, and not just sexually. Just knowing that you care and that you're always there for me puts wind in my sails and makes me want to be a better person. And as a bonus, you're very cuddly!" He tightened his hold on her and kissed her bare shoulder, since that was right in front of his face.

She chuckled at his "very cuddly" comment, squeezing him back. But at the same time his words warmed her heart so much that she had to fight not to shed tears of joy. She thought, I feel the same, Son. All that right back at ya, and then some. Susan isn't the only one coming out of her shell lately. I feel more alive than I've felt in years, and it feels so good! So good to be loved!

She normally tried not to call him "Son," even in her thoughts, but that's how she thought of him in her heart of hearts.