Chapter 162 BJ With Suzanne While Susan Watching?

All of that undressing required Susan to do a lot of bending over. Before long, her towel, which had already been clinging precariously to her body, opened and fell to the floor.

"Oh my goodness! I'm naked!" Susan stood there helplessly, looking down at the towel. Even though she was still slightly peeved at Alan, she was so aroused that she was tempted just to leave the towel there and compete with Suzanne at stroking and even sucking his cock. But some shred of willpower remained, so she reluctantly bent down and picked up the towel.

Suzanne was delighted by Susan's little accident. During Susan's momentary distraction she quickly pulled her own panties off and tossed them aside. Then, as her fingers relentlessly stroked, she casually said to Alan, "You should consider yourself very lucky. How many boys have big-titted mommies like THAT?" She nodded at Susan's bare ass, since Susan was still bent over picking up the towel. "Don't you think her ass is just as impressive as her famous boobs?"

"Suzanne!" Susan complained as she finally stood back up and tried to put the towel back in place.

She quickly tucked the two ends of the towel tightly together at the top of her cleavage, which left a potential gap right down her middle. She was in such an erotic fog that she didn't realize that the way she was standing caused that gap to open.

Alan, however, definitely noticed. Even though he'd just seen and felt a lot of naked Susan a few minutes earlier, his eyes bugged out as he stared at his mother's bush and pussy through the gap in the towel. Getting sneak peeks was somehow even better than seeing full-on nudity, especially when he was being jacked off by another naked bombshell at the same time.

He couldn't help but notice how wet her pussy was. It made his heart pound like crazy, even more than Suzanne's sliding fingers.

When Suzanne had rushed over to the Plummer house, she'd just expected to meet Alan in his room and give him a blowjob, and that would be it. She hadn't expected that a situation like this would present itself, but since it had she was rolling with the punches. Her goal was to reignite Susan's lust for her son as quickly as possible. Consequently, she now worried that things were moving too quickly, which could cause another setback. However, Susan had already informed her (in clinical terms) of the abnormality check earlier in the day, so Suzanne thought it likely that Susan was already on her way back to loving her son's cock.

With that in mind, she said, "Susan, isn't it just amazing how long it takes for Alan to cum? I mean, here we are, and if you believe all the hype, we're both centerfold material. God knows we have big enough boobs, and boys love that kind of thing. I'm naked, you're flashing your pussy, and I'm stroking his massive log with both hands, and he's STILL managing to hold out on us! How do you do it, Sweetie?"

When Susan heard that she was flashing her pussy, she immediately straightened up and adjusted her towel to close the gap. Once that was done, she didn't know what to do with herself so she just remained there. But kept a hand on the towel to make sure that the gap didn't reopen.

Suzanne had known that Susan would cover up after hearing her description. But she also knew that Susan would get even more aroused when she learned that Alan had been looking at her pussy, and furthermore, that Suzanne had seen him doing so. In fact, by this point Susan was such a raging inferno of lust that rivulets of her pussy juice started to become obvious even below the bottom edge of her big towel, halfway down her thighs.

Alan noticed that his mother had a growing 'leakage problem'. His heart pounded like a hammer, and he was in no shape to talk. But he still kept his eyes open, even though that put him in even greater danger of overstimulation, because he didn't want to miss any part of what was happening around him.

Susan finally recovered her wits enough to notice that Suzanne had removed her panties as well. She complained to her best friend, "Hey! Where'd your panties go?"

Suzanne didn't even look up from staring at her own stroking fingers. "Yeah, well, they were chafing me. What'cha gonna do?"

"Suzanne! That's no answer. If it weren't for my towel, we'd both be wearing nothing but our red high heels! I mean, that's just outrageous, not to mention downright improper. Is this how married Christian women behave? No! It's more like we're Tiger's personal sluts!"

Still not looking from Alan's crotch, Suzanne replied, "You know, if you want to be one of his personal sluts, I suggest you drop the towel, and for good this time. Help out with some visual stimulation."

Susan gaped in shock. "That's... that's so improper!"

"No it's not. That's just being helpful. Dance around a little bit. Remind him what a hottie he has for a big-titted mommy. His cock is so nice and stiff and HOT in my hands! But it's not throbbing enough. The more quality visual stimulation you can provide, the more it'll help. As one of his personal sluts, it's kind of your responsibility. Remember, Akami said it's not just about the daily total for his orgasms, but the QUALITY and duration too."

"Suzanne!" Susan complained again. "I never said I wanted to be one of my son's personal sluts. Besides-"

Suzanne cut her off. "Actually, you have. For instance, do you remember when you told me the other day-"

Now, it was Susan's turn to interrupt. "No! Please! Don't mention that, please? Am I not humiliated enough here? It's bad enough that my entire body is trembling with desire from watching you stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke my studly son's great big cock! So much stroking! Won't it ever erupt with spermy goodness?! My mouth is watering from this NEED I have to... to... to suck it! God help me! Dear Lord, please! And then you want me to drop my towel and strut around, showing off my big tits to my very own son!"

Susan was in such an insanely horny state that she wasn't sure anymore if she was complaining or fantasizing.

In fact, Suzanne could feel that Alan's dick was pulsing in a most intense and needy manner. She'd said otherwise as a thin excuse to get Susan to fall further into debauchery. But it wasn't only his dick; his entire body was shaking, possibly even more than Susan's. Of the three, only Suzanne appeared to be a relatively cool cucumber, due to her greater experience at disguising and controlling her raging lust. Now worried that Alan was about to blow his load, she asked him, "How are you holding up, Sweetie?"

Alan was so aroused by Susan's words, not to mention Suzanne's continued stroking, that it seemed the room was spinning and he might pass out at any second. He'd heard Suzanne's question and tried to form an answer, but his mind felt like mush. "Um... I, uh... the PC muscle..." He was practically hyperventilating too, making it all the more remarkable that he could say even that much.

Suzanne picked up on what he'd said, and talked on his behalf. "Did you say the PC muscle? So you're doing your exercises. Excellent! Are you practicing right now even as my hands are flying up and down your marvelous, stiff pole?"

He just nodded.

"How delightful. I can tell you must be practicing religiously and it's paying off already, because... look. What if I do this?"

Suzanne knew some special moves where she could place the tips of her fingers on his most sensitive spots, like his piss hole. Her fingers fanned out and covered all of his most erogenous zones with the skill of an acupuncturist. Her fingers danced over his scrotum as well, and even the surprisingly sensitive perineum (the space between the scrotum and anus).

He groaned as her fingers did a bunch of arousing tricks all at once. It was like he'd been slugged in the chest, but by a wave of pure pleasure. Somehow he managed to hold off his cum, but he didn't know how he'd managed to do so.

(In fact, under cover of her rapid hand movements, Suzanne had pinched the base of his dick tightly, cutting off his orgasm just before it started, because she knew her assault would overwhelm him. He was so close to passing out and focused so intently on not losing it that he didn't even notice what she had done.)

Suzanne was honestly impressed by his staying power. "Susan, this is remarkable! He's cum so far in such a short time, so to speak! Hee-hee-hee! If we don't watch out, we could be here for hours. We'll probably have to take turns. Can you just picture Ron's face if he came in here and saw my fists sliding up and down your son's big, thick, monster cock with you naked on your knees, masturbating in front of us? Or what if we're jacking and licking him together? Talk about a surprise!"

"Suzanne! That's so improper!" Susan protested. But the visual picture Suzanne presented was so hot that she found herself climaxing without warning, and without even touching her privates. The urge had been building for quite a while, and her body just couldn't take any more.

Caught unaware, her knees buckled and she fell to a squatting position on the floor. As she did, the precariously tucked towel fell open again and dropped to the floor around her. Ironically, and more or less by pure chance, she found herself in almost exactly one of the positions Suzanne had just described. She realized this, and it made her even more insanely aroused as waves of pure orgasmic bliss washed over her.

Alan had already been on the precipice of a great climax when Suzanne started to describe how it would look if Ron found them. That started to push him over the edge. But as he began to lose control, he saw Susan collapse and her towel fall away as if she were kneeling before him to worship his erection. That caused him to truly and completely lose it; the arousing sights and sounds and smells that surrounded him were more than any horny male could endure without cumming hard.

As she sensed he was about to shoot, Suzanne repositioned herself, lying on the sofa to make herself comfy. Then she dropped her face into his lap, engulfing his entire cockhead in one motion.

Susan somehow managed to stand back up, crying out in erotic dismay, "Oh God! What are you doing?!"

But Suzanne had no way to respond, because she was bobbing frantically up and down his stiff pole while he shot his load into her mouth.

She worried that taking it in the mouth right in front of Susan was going too far, but her desire to swallow all of his cum was too strong. Besides, she figured it wouldn't be good if Ron came back and found his bedroom smelling of a strange man's cum. So she swallowed all but the last few drops.

Alan's climax was starting to peter out. Then he looked up at Susan. First, he saw her wet pussy. Then his gaze went higher, up her taut tummy, and he saw her hands clutching at her mountains of tit-flesh and pulling on her nipples. His gaze went higher still and he saw how hungrily she was licking her lips while watching Suzanne's bobbing head guzzle up his cum.

That triggered what was almost a second orgasm, resulting in more thick, creamy ropes of cum rocketing to the back of Suzanne's throat.

Susan watched Suzanne's neck, and saw her best friend repeatedly gulping in a frantic effort to keep up with the flood of cum in her mouth. At that moment, Susan wanted that to be her mouth and her neck so desperately that it was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs in frustration. Some lingering sense that Ron was nearby both stifled her scream and fired her lust even more.

While she yanked on her nipples, she realized that she was having another great climax. She found herself falling to her knees again and crying out some, although it wasn't the blood-curdling scream she'd been contemplating mere seconds before. Her breasts and especially her nipples were so sensitive that, once again, she'd orgasmed without any clitoral stimulation at all.

When Alan's double climax finally petered out, he actually passed out briefly. His upper body turned to jelly. He would have collapsed completely and slid off the sofa, but Suzanne caught him and held him in place until he came back to consciousness.

Fortunately, he hadn't missed much, since he'd been out for less than a minute. Waves of pleasure continued reverberating throughout his body for so long that he felt like he'd died and been reborn several times over.

When he returned to the world, he found himself slouched way back on the sofa. Suzanne was still stretched out along most of the sofa with her head in his lap. It dawned on him that this goddess of beauty was cleaning his penis and balls with her tongue. Even though he was in his refractory period, with a flaccid dick, the stimulation felt really great.

He looked around the rest of the room and saw that Susan was on the floor in front of him, sprawled out nude and completely passed out. Her multiple orgasms had hit so relentlessly that she'd really lost consciousness.

After a few minutes, Suzanne decided that Alan's penis was sufficiently clean and wouldn't be rebounding anytime soon, so she sat up. She cuddled into his side and gently stroked his upper arm as the two of them watched Susan's bare breasts rise and fall with each breath. "Having fun, Sweetie?" She laughed, because the answer was so obvious.

She spoke freely to Alan about Susan, knowing that Susan was completely zonked; they could even hear her snoring lightly. "Just look at her. I'd have to say your mother has fallen off the fuddy-duddy wagon in a big way. Most women never have an orgasm like that in their entire lives. I think it's safe to say that she's hooked on orgasms like that now, and her reverting-to-her-old-ways phase is essentially over. Just look at all that naked, big-titted motherly goodness that's going to be yours to play with for years to come. Look at that juicy pussy. Mmmm. Yum."

Alan was still so out of it that he could barely string a sentence together. "Aunt Suzy. Don't say that." He was concerned she'd ramp up his arousal yet again while he was still too non-reactive to really enjoy it. He knew her description would be insanely arousing all over again, but he didn't think his brain and body were in any condition to handle it at that moment.

Suzanne ignored his request to stop talking like that. She readjusted the two of them so his head lay on her pillowy breasts instead of leaning against her side. Even though it was the back of his head resting on her cleavage, it still felt great for both of them. She was even thoughtful enough to position him so that he continued to have a good view of his sprawled out mother.

She said, "I gather you upset her just before I got here, by being too aggressive. I'm surprised at you. Remember: don't push your luck. Trust ol' Aunt Suzy on how and when to proceed. You just have too much cock for me to handle all by my lonesome self and we're going to need her help. Let me bring her along, and before you know it your mother and I will be taking turns blowing and stroking you every hour or two. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

He just moaned affirmatively. There was an incredulous tone to his moaning, because her suggestion sounded too good to even fantasize about. Yet he couldn't deny the reality of seeing Susan lying there naked, her thighs sticky with her own cum and the post-orgasmic bliss still evident on her face.

Suzanne helped him stand up before he was really ready to go anywhere. She playfully swatted him on the butt. "Time to get a move on. This was far too risky, to be honest. Your mom was right about that much. There's really no telling when Ron will come back, and I've got to do some serious damage control first. But boy, was that worth the risk! Don't you agree?"

He nodded his head as he staggered off to take a shower down the hall. He was so orgasmically shattered that he moved without thought. He was asleep by the time he hit the bed.

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