Chapter 132 Welcoming Ron?

Early the next morning, Alan woke as usual to damp, sticky bed sheets. He jacked off in bed, then took his shower where he jacked off yet again. Suzanne came into his room shortly after that, dressed in normal clothing. She closed the door and whispered to him, "Sweetie, I'm not here, okay? Let's be very quiet because your mother would get mad at me, and right now she's down in the dining room. But I thought I should risk it, because your father will be arriving soon, so this might be the last time I can help you for a while."

"Help me?" Alan asked, unclear what she was up to. He was a little slow on the uptake that early in the morning.

She put her hand on her hips and rolled her eyes in playful frustration. "Alan Evan Plummer, I thought you were supposed to be a smart kid! Help you with your stimulation, you knucklehead."

"But, my mom! Didn't you say she'd get mad if she found out? The new moralistic-"

"Shut up already, and let me please you," she whispered urgently as she started to disrobe. "She's not gonna find out. Time is short. Sorry I can't wear anything sexy today, my Sweetie, but if I take my shirt off, hopefully that'll do it for you." She finished unbuttoning her top, revealing that there was no bra underneath. "Do you like these boobs? Here, touch them."

Alan reached forward and played with Suzanne's big knockers. This was a rare treat for him, since he usually wasn't supposed to touch her there. He said jokingly, as if he were a bellhop being ordered around, "Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." He was growing more relaxed with each new sexual experience.

Suzanne, on the other hand, was very serious and very sexually needy. She said in her distinctive scratchy voice, "Squeeze my breasts. That's it. Play with them. Play with the nipples."

He pushed and pulled her soft mounds every which way, pulling her nipples quite aggressively.

After a short while, she said, "That's OK, but you can do better. Sweetie, there are two key areas of a woman's breasts. First, the nipples, obviously. Do you know what the other one is?"

"Um, no." He was stumped.

"The sides and undersides."

"Like this?" He cradled his hands below her nipples.

"Yep, that's OK too. But you should think about how a baby caresses its mother's breast while it nurses, and how it stimulates the nipple. That's what really turns a woman on, because that's nature's way of making a woman bond to her baby. If you want to really pleasure a woman and make her love you, you need to find a way to stimulate her that's a combination of what an adult lover would do and what a baby would do. That kind of thing makes a woman feel really good. So those are two areas to focus your attention on."

"But here's the kicker: each woman is different. One may like more attention to the nipples. Another may find that too irritating and want you to stroke her boobs instead. Or maybe even some other area. One might like it rough, with a lot of nipple action and heavy kneading. Another might like it gentle. Experiment and learn. Most of all, pay attention to the moans and smiles and other subtle signs of what's working."

"Wow, I didn't know that," he said. "The erotic stories I've read on the Internet made it seem like it was all about the nipples."

She replied, "I've read stories like that too. It's funny. Some things they get right, but others are way off. Think about porno films. Porno film sex is very different from regular sex, because it's all about what looks good visually. I guess in the same way, what's easy to describe in a story to turn a guy on isn't always what really works best."

"Wow, Aunt Suzy, you're awesome." He was still fondling her undersides. "So, what works best for your boobs?"

"To be honest, breasts aren't that big of an erogenous zone for me. I enjoy fondling there, definitely, but it doesn't make me see stars. And there's no special trick or area for me. Not too gentle, not too rough, and explore all over, and you'll do well. Now your mom, on the other hand, her breasts are super sensitive! From talking to her, I suspect she can cum just from playing with her own breasts. Let me tell you, that's extremely unusual! And I gather that her nipples are especially sensitive. I'm pretty sure that's why she has that rule of not letting you touch her there, because she knows that if you do she'll lose all control."

"Whoa!" Hearing Suzanne talk about how to stimulate his mother's tits was turning him on in a big way. The fact that he was getting to play with Suzanne's massive rack at the same time made him practically giddy with joy.

She shot him a devilish smile. "So that's why you need to find ways to get your hands on her fantastic rack, and learn just how to excite her there. If you can do that, within a few minutes she'll be on her knees, happily sucking on your cock!"

"Oh my God! And you like that? Does the idea of her doing that to me turn you on?"

"Sweetie, you have no idea! I know I should get jealous, but I get so horny thinking about you two getting it on together that I practically lose my mind! I almost get more aroused thinking of you and her than of you and me!" She chuckled as she added, "Almost, but not quite."

Taking a stab in the dark, he asked, "And what about the three of us together?"

"Oh, Sweetie!" Her scratchy voice was so orgasmically aroused when she said that that he knew he was onto something there.

When she had calmed down, more or less, she said, "If only! But unfortunately, your mom has a long way to go before she'll be ready for that. A long, long way. So don't push your luck, and look to me for direction on how far we can push her. Meanwhile, it'll help if you can get to be an expert at breast fondling. And that means lots of practice." She looked down at her pale bosom. "Hint, hint."

He chuckled. "I can take the hint. And I love it!" As he fondled and groped, his imagination ran wild thinking about the fun the three of them could have together.

She continued to give him tips, and she wasn't shy telling him what he was doing right or wrong. Within minutes, he was doing much better. In fact, he got her so worked up that she had to stifle her urge to cry out.

They went on like this for several minutes, until both of them were so aroused they couldn't stand it anymore. They needed more.

Alan found himself planting small kisses up and down her neck while he fondled her. As her sexy moans grew louder, he said, "I'm getting pretty good at this, aren't I?"

Realizing she'd been moaning too loudly, she said in a low voice, "Don't get cocky all of a sudden; you've still got an awful lot to learn." She looked at the bulge in his shorts and, grinning, corrected herself. "Actually, there's one part of you that I don't mind being cocky."

Then she suddenly dropped to her knees, opened his shorts, and began to suck him off, even as one of her hands dropped to her skirt to reach for her pussy.

He was so aroused that all he could do was stand there and strain his hardest not to cum. As usual, her exceptionally long tongue came out to play, while her hand stayed busy fondling his balls or the base of his shaft.

After a few minutes, he found himself clutching her dark red hair with both hands.

They hadn't been at it for very long when there was a knock on the door. It was Susan. "Suzanne, you in there?"

Suzanne popped her mouth off his prick long enough to answer the question. "I sure am! I just came by to look at his stimulation chart, and we got to talking." She switched to jacking Alan off instead of sucking while she spoke to Susan through the door. She knew he was dangerously close to cumming, as was she, but that danger just inspired her more.

"Talking? I don't hear any talking. What have you been talking about?" Susan tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"We've been talking quietly, in private, so that we wouldn't disturb anybody."

That was mostly true, but if one put an ear to the door, or even better a glass, a lot more sound came through. Susan had her ear to the door at that very moment. She said, "Well, maybe I should come in then, so we can talk easier."

Alan knew that his mother was suspicious of what Suzanne was doing in his room so unusually early in the morning. He was panicky, imagining Susan could hear every squishy sound Suzanne's fingers were making as they slid up and down his pre-cum soaked shaft.

Suzanne said with surprising calmness, "No need. We've been having a very stimulating conversation, but I was just about to leave."

"About what?" Susan pressed.

"Um, Ron. And how he's coming home soon. Alan's going to have to be stiff. Uh, I mean, stiffen up! 'Cos he's coming!" Suzanne realized she was too excited and in danger of giving the game away, especially by making too many Freudian slips. So she added in a calmer voice, "But we're just finishing up."

Those words were more accurate than Suzanne realized, because just as she said them Alan began cumming. As Suzanne knelt right in front of him, he shot his wad all over her face. But aware that his mother was just outside the door, he tried to be as quiet as he possibly could. He was as frightened as he was ecstatic. His teeth clenched and his eyes were shut tight as he fought the urge to cry out.

Suzanne went off with her own quiet climax. When she saw Alan's first jet coming at her, she visibly shivered all over with excitement.

Susan still spoke. "By the way, Suzanne, I forgot to ask: are you coming with us to the airport?"

Suzanne yelled towards the door, "Yes, I'm cumming! Alan's cumming too! We're both cumming!" Suzanne loved the happy double entendre this time. She was wracked by more orgasms as Alan continued to shoot ropes of cum into her face.

Susan replied, "You are? Why didn't you say so earlier? We'll be leaving in an hour."

Suzanne shouted, "Okay! That's great! See you then!" She stuffed Alan's cockhead back in her mouth so she could swallow the last of his ropes.

Susan walked off none the wiser. She could be quite clueless about sexual things.

Now that Suzanne had Alan's still-hard cock in her mouth she didn't want to let it go. She continued to furiously suck his prick and coaxed out every drop of his delicious cum.

He finally had to move away from her; his prick made a loud, wet popping sound as it pulled out of her greedy mouth.

Finally, Suzanne fell to the floor and just lay there panting.

Alan staggered back until he bumped into his bed, then fell on it.

Once Suzanne was sure that the coast was clear, she looked up to him and whispered, "Look what you made me do with your unfortunate timing, you meanie. I thought it would be so clever to say 'I'm cumming' right then, but now I actually have to go to the airport too. And I don't even like her husband. Your father. Sorry to say that, but you know it already. I've got to get out of this somehow." She was still panting hard, exhausted from her multiple orgasms.

Alan whispered, "I don't mind. I don't really think of Ron as my father, if I can help it."

Somewhat dazed from pure pleasure, Suzanne said, "That was so good, Sweetie. So good. I don't know how I'm going to get by with Ron being here. I'll try to sneak in and help you whenever I can, but I may not be able to very often. Getting caught by Susan is one thing - I could repair that damage. But getting caught by him? No way. I can't even imagine what he'd do. But this is too good to stop."

Alan finally spoke. "I love it too, Aunt Suzy. Thanks so much for caring for me."

She looked up and smiled at him tenderly. Then she licked his cum off herself like a cat grooming itself, and made ready to go.

He knew he had things to do, but he couldn't resist just sitting and watching her doing that.

She could tell he got off on cumming on her, so she put on an extra sexy show cleaning herself.

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