Chapter 96 Suzanne Brainwashing Again.

Back at home, Susan fretted over what to do about the abnormality check that Akami said needed to be done that day.

Susan wound up "cleaning" her privates in the shower until she "accidentally" had an orgasm.

Then, with Suzanne due to come over soon for their daily exercise session, Susan went to Alan's bedroom to check on his dirty laundry. She brought her laundry basket with her, as she always did. But unlike her prior long-standing habit, she still hadn't put on any clothes after showering.

She went straight to his bed and threw his covers back. A-ha! Another wet spot! I knew it! Isn't it incredible? He's so virile! He cums and cums all day long, and then he cums in his sleep too! I hope he was thinking about me. To think that not that many minutes ago, he sat on his bed, jacking off his great big erection! Then I interrupted him. That was wrong of me! If I'd let him finish, there would have been a fresh, spermy towel for me to smell and maybe even lick! I could have stood there and posed for him, since my robe wasn't really hiding anything. Then he would have shot out a really BIG load! I noticed he didn't have a towel, so his cum probably would have arced high in the air and then landed all over me! MMMM! YES!

Or better yet, I should have shucked my robe, dropped to my knees, and done the duty of a good mommy: I could have taken him in my mouth and SUCKED! UNGH! HNNG! Maybe that would have made him a little bit late for school, because Suzanne's made clear to me that it takes a long, long time to suck off a big, powerful penis like his, but so be it. His health is at stake!

She snapped out of her fantasy, realizing that she was getting too carried away. She had to be careful with Suzanne coming over soon. Suzanne typically let herself in and then went looking for Susan, and she didn't want to be found like this.

Susan quickly proceeded to change the sheets so she could check under the bed, where he usually tossed the towels into which he masturbated. To her disappointment, there weren't any wet ones this time. Oh, poo! That's the downside of teaching him to not commit the sin of Onan.

But at least I have this. She picked up the soiled sheet, brought the wet spot to her face, and inhaled deeply. Aaaaah! YES!

The mere smell of his cum sent shivers throughout her body. What an aroma! What a sweet, MANLY smell! MMMM! I love how he held me naked in his arms, even as he was already fully dressed for school. I felt so deliciously naughty and wicked, rubbing my bare skin against his cock, although unfortunately it was trapped in his shorts. I'm so baaaad!

She inhaled deeply of the wet spot, and then again. Aaaaah! That's what I need. Except I want it fresh, like his shorts and underwear were earlier! Sadly, this cum has been drying for hours. Otherwise, I'd be sorely tempted to lick it. Heck, I know I'd lick it! What I need is sperm that's fresh AND straight from the source! He needs to shoot it directly to the back of my mouth after I've spent an EXTREMELY long time bobbing and slurping and sucking! That's what good mommies do, especially big-titted mommies!

Oh God! She realized that she'd dropped the sheets, in order to paw at her breasts with both hands. She closed her eyes and fantasized that those hands belonged to Alan.

Realizing that she was simply too horny to stop herself, she picked up the soiled sheet and raced back to her bedroom. Knowing the time was short, she frantically masturbated on her bed with the sheet's wet spot strategically placed close to her face. That way, she could periodically sniff it, which added some olfactory realism to her fantasy that she'd posed for him and then stroked and sucked him after catching him masturbating in his room.

However, when she climaxed and her masturbation ended, she got the post-orgasmic blues. When will it ever end? All I can do is think about my son, and his penis, and how much he needs me to help him take proper care of it. Even after he's gone to school, I can't stop myself! The shame!

She forced herself to get out of bed and put on her exercise outfit. Then she resumed actually gathering up all the dirty laundry in the house. She had just started the washing machine when Suzanne arrived.

— — —

Susan felt bad about having masturbated in the shower and then again with the laundry, as well as for what she'd been thinking and doing before Alan left for school. So she was in an unusually subdued mood during her exercises with Suzanne.

Suzanne could see Susan was anxious about something, which she figured would be the abnormality check. She purposely kept the conversation on sexual, Alan-centric dreams she'd had.

Susan wanted to ask Suzanne for advice on how to handle the abnormality check looming later in the day. However, she still felt shy and anxious talking about it. It was so much easier to enjoy Suzanne's dream stories.

By the end of their exercises, Susan still hadn't been able to bring up her question. And before she could, Suzanne said her goodbyes and left because she had some important things to do.

The abnormality-check issue continued to bother Susan. In fact, it was practically all she could think about. So, about an hour after Suzanne had left, she called her for advice on what to do. She hoped against hope that Suzanne could come up with a solution to get her out of having to do it altogether.

But Suzanne just made things worse - much worse. She said things like, "You know, I'd love to do the check myself because Sweetie's penis is so big and thick and full of tasty cum. It makes me so hot just thinking about touching it! But unfortunately I can't because I don't know the proper procedures, not to mention my poor eyesight. So I guess it's all up to you, you lucky dog."

Susan grew more hot and bothered as Suzanne went on and on in this vein. In fact, Susan began rubbing her privates through her clothes. The fact that she was wearing a robe meant her clothes were very little impediment. She was glad she was on the phone and not speaking in person so she could scratch her itch.

Suzanne was doing everything she could to weaken Susan's resolve. She'd even called Akami and convinced her to decline Susan's suggestion that Akami could be paid to do the check. And contrary to what she'd told Alan the night before, Suzanne was the one who'd arranged that Katherine, Amy, and she would all be gone for the whole afternoon later that day. She made sure that Susan knew that, to further box her in.

Suzanne had been relatively restrained with her sexual talk during their exercise session, since she'd sensed Susan was feeling moody. But now that Suzanne had Susan on the phone, she sensed Susan was in a more receptive frame of mind. So she took the opportunity to describe all of the blowjobs she'd given Alan the night before in exquisite and loving detail.

Susan was so hot and bothered that she continued to masturbate while Suzanne raved on the phone for nearly an hour about the joys of pleasuring Alan. It wasn't long before her robe was in a heap on the floor. She stood near the kitchen counter freely running a hand over her nude body. She was frustrated that she had to use one hand to hold the phone.

Suzanne said things like, "Can you just imagine having such a hot and tasty slab of meat in your mouth, going in and out, in and out, in and out? Sliding between your lips over and over and over?"

Susan tried to be disapproving. "Okay, enough with the 'over and over' descriptions already. Besides, how do I know it would even fit in my mouth? The way you describe it, isn't it too big?"

"Oh, it's big all right. It might be a bit of a struggle to fit such a thick dick in between your lips, but you will. Believe me, you will. And the sense of achievement in fitting such a monster in, it can't be beat!"

"Don't you mean I could? Fit it in, that is? I mean, we're just talking hypothetically, right?"

"Oh, right. Hypothetically. Imagine, though, hypothetically getting Sweetie so worked up that he isn't content to just let you suck on it, but he starts thrusting his hips, forcing his thickness deeper and deeper into your throat!"

"Oh my God! What would I do, Suzanne?! That sounds painful!"

Suzanne could tell by the way that Susan was panting into the phone that her friend had completely abandoned herself to all-out masturbation. "No, it's not. It's the best! Your Tiger is such an assertive beast! There's just no resisting a real man like him. He'll use your mouth for his pleasure, but trust me, you'll love it too when he does. And when he shoots off, then you'll get your sticky sweet reward!"

She'd already pretty much confirmed that Susan was a natural submissive, so she was playing up that aspect for her. "Can you imagine your strong Tiger standing above you, while you kneel helplessly below him, naked and panting, with his great big cock crammed deep inside your sweet lips?" She was using words like "cock" now because she knew Susan was too aroused to object much.

"Oh God! So HOT!" Susan panted like an overexcited obscene phone caller as she played with her clit. But then she remembered she wasn't supposed to react like that, so she said, "I mean, oh dear! It sounds scary. But it sounds like you're practically trying to talk me into allowing him to use me like that. To have him willfully and wantonly control his own mother's body!" Her own words were exciting her nearly as much as Suzanne's.

"Ha ha. Of course I'm not; I'm just speaking hypothetically. You know, I'm just imagining what it would be like for you if you decided to help me save him from sin."

"Goodness! All that precious seed... All that creamy, yummy sperm..." She'd only tasted a little bit of his cum, but it was enough for her to know that it was delicious.

"Falling uselessly onto the ground," Suzanne finished for her. "It's tragic, I know. Just like poor Onan. You don't want Tiger to be like Onan, do you? Suffering the wrath of God?"

"Of course not!" Susan increased the intensity of her masturbation as she recalled the sight of Alan masturbating when she'd rushed into his room just before he left for school.

Suzanne said, "I'm doing my part, dropping to my knees and opening my mouth so he can insert his giant hot stick between my rosy red lips every chance he gets. But I'm only at your house at the same time that he is for an hour or two a day. What about all the rest of the time? Who will help him then?"

Susan switched over to speakerphone so she could use both hands to rub herself all over. She whispered breathlessly, as if she were confessing to a murder, "Maybe... maybe I should!"

"Maybe you should. It's something to consider, if you dearly love him."

"I do! I do!"

Suzanne went back to describing the previous evening's three blowjobs.

Before long, about the only coherent things Susan could say into the phone were, "You didn't!," "He didn't!," and "Oh my God!" Her desire to touch her son's erection was so great that she thought she would literally lose her mind. One hand played with her nipples while the other one worked her clit and slit.

Suzanne was also masturbating (but with more self-control) as she continued to goad her best friend over the phone. She was home alone, so she'd completely unbuttoned her blouse, taken off her bra, and pulled down her skirt and panties. She mostly played with her tits instead of her pussy, which allowed her voice to remain relatively calm. (Susan's super-sensitive "weak point" was her breasts, but for Suzanne it was her pussy.)

As the call progressed, Suzanne spoke less about her actions with Alan and began focusing more on suggestions for things Susan could do to him. For instance, she asked, "You know how I called myself Sweetie's favorite cocksucker the other day?"

"Yeah?" Susan answered in between her panting.

"Well, I'd better enjoy that title while I still can, because as soon as you wrap your mouth around his hot, meaty stick, he's going to love it! You're gonna give me a good run for my money as we take turns draining all of his love juices out of him. Can you imagine that: the two of us taking turns on licking his stick?"

"No!" Susan's mind was filled with naughty thoughts of that very thing. She stared at the ceiling with a blank gaze because her thoughts were somewhere else.

"Can you picture the ecstatic look on his face as he blows his load across your face and mine?"

"No!"

"Well, I can. You know how much he loves big breasts. What a lucky boy he will be to have the two hottest, bustiest moms in town fighting over his sweet meat. Jacking him off, stroking and blowing, licking his sticky seed-"

Susan knew Suzanne could hear just how labored her breathing had become, but she couldn't stop herself from interjecting, "That's so wrong!"

"But we're saving him from sin with handjobs. And blowjobs. Remember that, Susan; when you're having your sexy hunk of a son ravage your body, it's all about helping his medical condition. But believe me, this isn't just a good thing for that reason alone. And never mind how incredible it will make you feel. This will really strengthen the mother-son bond between you two."

"You think so?" Susan asked hesitantly and breathlessly.

"Oh yeah. Haven't you noticed how much closer he and I have become this last week or so? Why do you think that is?"

"Well, I have noticed, but I hadn't thought about it."

"I feel so close to him after I take his slippery dick in my mouth and let it slide around, running my tongue all over his shaft. And the big load of cum he shoots into my mouth - it's heaven! But what's really great is that afterwards we feel so tender towards each other. I told you how, last night, we cuddled up and just held each other tightly as he told me how much he loved me. If that's not bonding I don't know what is. I literally have never felt as close to my husband as I felt close to my Sweetie last night." Suzanne realized that she wasn't lying or exaggerating at all; she really did feel that way.

Susan was lost in a dreamy cloud as she contemplated all that. "Mmmm! ... Mmmm! So close..."

Suzanne added, "Yes, I know he's like your best friend already, just like he's mine, but think how much closer you'll be once you start lapping on his sweet spot every day! Think of how much more time you'll spend together! Time with his bulbous cockhead in your mouth, and your fingers tickling his balls! He's going to love you even MORE!"

"MMMM!" was all Susan could say to that. Her eyes were shut tight and her fingers were bringing her close to climax.

"Soon that'll be you cuddling up to your cuddly little Tiger in the afterglow of sticky, hot sex."

"Oh my God!"

"Of course, I'm speaking hypothetically. You may decide that your fear of the unknown can't be overcome. If so, that'll just mean more hot cock for me!"

"Suzanne, really! Watch your language. Please call it a member. Or staff, perhaps. Or maybe an erection if it's in that state."

Knowing that Susan couldn't see her, Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Sorry. I meant to say that'll mean more of his hot staff sliding in my hands and between my lips. Is that better?"

"Um, yeah, I think so." Susan was so aroused that she didn't know what to think.

Suzanne said, "Remember, helping him out with your hands and lips and tongue isn't morally wrong. Just so long as you're doing it to help him with his medical treatment. The one thing you do NOT want to do is get lost in your own pleasure."

Susan was startled by that. "What do you mean?"

"If you start drowning in your own lust, that's when you're in danger. I hope you're not masturbating to thoughts of helping him out. That's not a good attitude."

Susan was just moments away from climax, but her hands froze. "It's not?! Uh, I mean, no, of course it's not. I'm definitely NOT doing that right now!"

Suzanne had a hard time not laughing out loud, because Susan was such a bad liar. She'd previously encouraged Susan to masturbate, but today she was taking the opposite tack so Susan wouldn't waste most of her pent-up sexual arousal on herself before Alan came home.

Susan very reluctantly stopped masturbating, at least for the moment. She sat on her hands to force them to keep still.

Suzanne was ready to end the call, but before she hung up, she made Susan promise that she would take care of the abnormality check "problem" herself.

Susan readily agreed, but said, "However, I'm only going to use my hands. To do any more, I just don't know. It seems wrong. I mean, what if my parents saw me with that giant shaft of manhood of his stuffing my face? Or my sisters? What about Cindy? What would she think?!" (Cindy was one of Susan's sisters who still lived in the Midwest.)

"She'd probably be jealous," Suzanne teased.

"No, you don't know her. She'd have a hissy fit and I'd never hear the end of her lectures about going to Hell. But if I did it in the most detached and clinical way possible with just my hands, well, at least they'd just disown me and wouldn't try to kill me if they found out. Isn't that a good compromise?"

"Suit yourself. But don't be afraid to enjoy it. As long as it needs to be done, why can't you enjoy yourself in the process? Besides, who's going to tell them? Please don't ask me to."

"I don't know. ... Somehow I'd feel better if I had to suffer while doing it. Then I wouldn't feel all those disapproving eyes staring at me."

Suzanne complained, "Stop it with the staring eyes already. If your family knew what a good, caring mother you were to take care of this problem of his, they'd be cheering you on! Now, let's review again the right ways and wrong ways to play with your son's balls." She went on to lecture Susan in extremely graphic detail.

While it was true that Susan felt guilty, she also was very excited about what she'd "have" to do. The phone calls, plus many other recent similar conversations between Susan and Suzanne, had broken much of Susan's resistance.

Suzanne said, "By the way, I could really use your help. Could you come over here in a few minutes?"

"What? You want ME to come over THERE? NOW?!"

Suzanne chuckled. "Yes. Why is that so astonishing?"

In truth, even though at that moment Susan felt bad about her own masturbating, given Suzanne's admonishment, she had a strong feeling that she'd rush upstairs once the phone call was over and masturbate a whole lot more. She certainly didn't want to leave the house before she could do that.

But Suzanne was persistent and Susan was too much of a softy to say no. Suzanne said that she was leaving on some errands in less than five minutes and needed Susan to come with her. She supposedly was making some important decisions about redecorating her home and wanted Susan's advice - which was actually true, but Suzanne was being manipulative in scheduling it for just that time.

So Susan had to leave before she could get the orgasmic relief she craved. She remained as sexually worked up as she had been before the call began, if not more so.