Chapter 174 Susan The Voyeur

Suzanne was peaking with lust as well, but nonetheless she wasn't as far gone as the other two, because she wasn't actively masturbating (well, not so much) and she didn't have an orgasm, or even a close call. She couldn't afford to let herself go completely, because she was hiding downstairs and she needed to remain clothed and mindful about anyone else coming home so she could fend them off.

She sensed that something important had just happened, but she wasn't exactly sure what it was. Emboldened by how well her scheme had gone so far, she decided to briefly peek up the stairs to see what Susan was doing. She had been lurking in the kitchen (where she had the plausible deniability excuse of wanting to get a snack, in case someone came upon her unexpectedly), but she put her phone in her pocket without disconnecting and she quietly and carefully snuck through the house to the foot of the stairs.

There was a ninety-degree turn halfway up the staircase, so she crept up the stairs that far and then paused to sense if she could hear anything. As it so happened, by the time she got there, Susan's orgasm had just ended and yet she was still trying hard not to make noise, so Susan was even quieter than prior to her orgasm, when she'd been panting loudly without realizing it.

Disappointed not to hear anything yet, Suzanne crept further up the stairs. She knew Susan had to be only a few feet away from the top of the stairs, because that's where the window she was peeking through was. She figured Susan had to be highly distracted. She wanted to go up the stairs just enough to see what Susan was doing, and then she'd retreat all the way back to the kitchen and resume the call.

Unfortunately for Suzanne's sneaking around, although Alan was still physically recovering from his orgasmic close call, his mind had recovered faster, and he was worried about the uncommonly long time since he or Suzanne had spoken aloud. He worried Susan would think the call was over, and then get skittish and flee. So he said, "Aunt Suzy? You there?"

That would have been fine, except that Suzanne hadn't turned her phone off. So Susan heard Alan's voice coming from the sun deck, but she also sensed that it was coming from down the stairs somehow at the same time. Susan was still on her knees, but she was curious enough and recovered enough to get up and take a quick look down the stairs.

Suzanne heard Susan get up, but she was so far up the stairs that she knew there was no time to escape out of sight. So instead she decided to brave it out and pretend like she was deliberately coming up the stairs all along.

As soon as Susan saw the fully clothed Suzanne, she unthinkingly exclaimed, "SUZANNE?!"

Suzanne pretended to be just as surprised. "Susan?! What are you doing here?!" She kept on walking up the stairs.

Susan blushed profusely and covered her privates when she realized to her horror just what an embarrassing position she was in. It was bad enough to be caught nearly naked, and worse to be caught with the smell of sex in the air and cum dripping down her inner thighs. But that was nothing compared to her shame at getting caught spying on Alan masturbating!

Susan was completely speechless. She was amazed that her heart managed to keep beating.

Suzanne could have had a field day gently teasing her best friend about this, but she loved Susan and didn't want her to suffer. Besides, having her flee in embarrassment wasn't going to help her sexual transformation and in fact probably would be a setback. So Suzanne smiled like understanding was coming to her. Then she walked right up to Susan, put her hands on her bare shoulders, and pulled her head in close.

She whispered in her ear, "It's okay. I know you're spying on Sweetie as he masturbates. That's okay too."

Susan's heart was thumping wildly, and she was absolutely petrified. She whispered back, "It is?!"

"Of course it is. Why wouldn't you? I'm sure it's a very sexy sight!" She briefly disengaged from Susan to peer through the window. To her relief, Alan was still sitting in the chair, facing away from the window.

In fact, Alan had heard the shouting and the commotion. But he'd decided the best course of action was to stay still and silent. He could hear that Suzanne was involved, so he figured he'd wait to take direction from her.

Suzanne brought her head back to Susan's and whispered in her ear some more, "Don't worry, let me take care of this." Then she said out loud, "Susan, didn't you hear me?! What are you doing here?! Please don't come up the stairs any further!"

Susan was still so scared that she was slow on the uptake. She just gaped at Suzanne while covering her privates.

Suzanne continued in a loud voice, "Please, Susan, stay right there! And whatever you do, don't come up the stairs! Okay?"

Susan rallied enough to respond, "Okay."

It seemed like an eternity of torture for Susan, but in fact it had been less than half a minute since Suzanne and Susan had discovered each other. Suzanne quickly moved past Susan and walked a few feet to the door to the sun deck. She opened it, but stayed on the other side of it, and shouted to Alan, "Hey, Sweetie! Stay where you are!"

He turned in his chair to look at Suzanne while being careful not to look towards the window Susan had been using. He didn't have to pretend confusion, because he didn't understand what Suzanne was doing. He asked, "Aunt Suzy? What are you doing here?"

Suzanne replied, "I must confess, this whole time we've been talking on the phone, I've actually been spying on you from the top of the stairs!"

He was starting to catch on, and he played along. "You were? Why did you do that?"

"You have no idea how sexy it is to watch you masturbate. But never mind that. Susan is standing a few feet behind me. She's just come upstairs and she's wondering what's going on!"

He pretended to be shocked and alarmed. He hadn't been actively masturbating for a couple of minutes now, since he'd started recovering from his close call around the time Susan started her prolonged orgasm. But his penis was still very erect, so he bashfully covered it with both hands. "She is?! Whatever you do, don't allow her to come out here!"

Suzanne replied, "It's too late for that. I just whispered to her what we've been doing. But so what? We're not doing anything wrong. It's my job to help you with your orgasms. It was a kick to secretly watch you masturbate, but I'm horny as hell, and now that you know I'm here, we might as well cut to the chase."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think you know what I mean." Suzanne turned back to look at Susan, even as she held the door open and started to take her clothes off at the same time. "Susan, if you'll excuse me... I know this is your house, but I've got a job to do here, and it involves sucking your son's cock. So you can go back downstairs or go to your room or wherever you were going. If you don't want to see a blowjob, don't come out to the sun deck. Okay?"

Susan had caught on that Suzanne had taken the fall for her, making it seem like Suzanne had been the one who'd been spying. (Or so she thought.) Susan was still topless, but she realized there was no way for Alan to see that. She was tremendously relieved. It was dawning on her that being caught spying by Suzanne wasn't so bad. She'd been sharing nearly all of her sexual thoughts with her best friend lately, so this was bound to come out sooner or later anyway. Her main concern was that Alan didn't find out, and it seemed Suzanne had saved her from that disaster.

After a long pause, while Suzanne continued to undress, Susan said, "Um, okay." She bent down and picked up her clothes. "I think I'll just go back downstairs then."

Suzanne nodded. "Okay, you do that." Then she winked knowingly. She finished removing her clothes, and simply left them on the hallway floor as she started to turn and walk through the door.

But then a different idea came to her, and she turned back around, letting the door close behind her. She took a few steps back to where Susan was standing with her clothes in her arms, and whispered in her ear again. "Don't stress about getting caught spying on him. It's a good thing. That tells me you're warming up to your new role of using your hands and mouth to help your son cum six times a day. Don't stop on my account! I'm going to suck him off now, and you should watch through the window some more."

She nodded knowingly towards the high window, which made Susan squirm with embarrassment. Then Suzanne continued, "It's educational. You really could learn from what I'm doing. Consider it homework. Since you're going to be doing this a lot in the near future, you really should get good at it."

Susan stammered, "Bu-bu-but... the, the... the abnormality checks! That's all I've promised to do!"

Suzanne nodded. "Sure. But I know how much you love your son. What if he comes home from school with his big cock throbbing with need, and I'm not around? Would you really force him to resort to the dreadful sin of Onan? Or would you show your love to him by stripping off your clothes, dropping to your knees, engulfing his hot pole, and bobbing on it for half an hour or even a full hour, until he explodes in sweet rapture and blasts a creamy, spermy load all over your face? I think the choice is clear, and you'll make the right decision when that situation happens again and again and again."

Susan stood there with her mouth gaping. She was still reeling with fear from being discovered, but her lust had only disappeared for a little while, and now it was flooding back and overwhelming her all over again. She muttered, "Why do I have to be naked and on my knees whenever I suck him? Why do you always have to describe it that way?"

Suzanne shook her head like she was dealing with a slow student. "You see? That's why you need to keep watching. You don't even understand the symbolic importance of that position? You have much to learn if you want to be one of his personal sluts, much less get really good at it."

Susan grumbled, "Why do you keep saying that? I said 'personal slut' just once yesterday, and you won't let me forget it!"

Suzanne didn't directly respond to that, and continued, "Watch when I'm doing it that way and when I'm not, and see if you can tell the difference. Don't worry, I promise to make sure he doesn't know you're there."

Susan was extremely tempted to resume her spying, because that sounded like a thrilling sight. But she was still spooked from being caught by Suzanne, and she remained extremely embarrassed. So she muttered, "Um, no, sorry... I think I'll just go downstairs now."

Suzanne shrugged. "Your loss." She began walking back to the door. "Sorry, gotta hurry, before Sweetie goes flaccid." She opened the door and spoke in a louder voice to Alan, "Sorry, Sweetie, I was just having a little chat with your mother. But she's gone downstairs and I'm ready to help."

Alan didn't mind being kept waiting, since his penis desperately needed a break.

Susan walked down the stairs while still holding her clothes in her hands. But she felt very disappointed, like she'd just missed an enormous lottery jackpot by one number.

She walked to one of the sofas in the living room and sat down to collect her wits. She intended to put her clothes back on, but she just left them on the sofa next to her for now. She thought, I've gotta get my act together! I feel like I'm going craaaaazy! Watching Tiger masturbate was SO HOT! It almost felt like last Tuesday when I had him in my hands and my mouth for such a long time. And to watch Suzanne suck him?! That's so hot it's unbelievable! If I were to watch that, I think my whole body would burst into flames! Good God! And that's not much of an exaggeration. Heck, I saw her do that to him last night and was so amazed and aroused that I actually passed out!

She sighed heavily as her thoughts took a different turn. But I have to remember my place, my role in society. I'm a married woman, and Tiger's mother! Suzanne presents such a breath-taking and enticing vision of helping him out like that all the time, but I can't! What would my parents think about that? Or my brother, or my sisters? Or RON?! What about Ron?! Why do I keep forgetting about him?! Suzanne says he's cheating on me, but that doesn't give me carte blanche to do wrong too. I know a good handjob or blowjob is like medicine for my suffering son, but would Ron understand that? No! To his eyes, it would look a lot like a sex act. And I must admit it must look exactly like that to someone who doesn't really understand the whole situation.

She mustered her resolve, and thought with determination, NO! I have to put my foot down. I can help Tiger with visual stimulation and even his weekly abnormality checks, because Suzanne can't do those, but that's it! That's too much for a good Christian woman right there. I'm so weak! Darn it, why does Tiger have to be so handsome and well-hung? And he said all those sweet things about me when Suzanne was pretending to be me.

She smiled blissfully as she stared off into space. She brought her hands up to her boobs and lightly caressed them. Tiger REALLY loves my big tits, doesn't he? And that's what they should be called, big tits, not breasts. As in, "Tiger, shoot your cum all over my big tits!" Then I'd rub them together and smear his sweet seed into my skin, even deep into my cleavage. I'm sure he'd love that. After all, he says I'm sexier than the sexiest Playboy centerfold! I hate that it's a Wednesday. That means it's six whole days until his next abnormality check. Darn it!

She suddenly let go of her boobs, stood up, and started anxiously pacing around the living room. Listen to me. I'm slipping again. I've got to get a grip, for real! Now! It must be five o'clock, or close to it. Ron will be home by six! And what about Angel? It's quite surprising that she's not home from her shopping already. What if she were to come home right now and see me pacing around like this?! I'm not some slutty strumpet; I'm a responsible adult and mother and I need to start acting like one!

She returned to the sofa and sat down next to her clothes, intending to put them back on. She picked up her blouse with both hands, but just held it in front of her. UGH! Life isn't always a bowl of cherries, you know. We have to deal with the hand we're dealt, not the one we want. Suzanne's the lucky one. Even as I sit here, she's bobbing and slurping all over Tiger's fat cock! Knowing her, she'll probably gobble it down until her nose is buried in his pubic hair. Darn it! I'm so envious!

She sighed again. But then she resumed putting her clothes back on.

However, that didn't end Susan's inner conflict. She paced around and fretted for another five minutes until she was too frazzled to think. She didn't even know how it happened, but somehow she wound up peeking through the window at the sun deck again. Although she'd put her clothes back on, she'd resolved to go back to her room to change into something more appropriate for dinner with her husband and family. But she had to go right past the sun deck on her way to her room, and she couldn't help but take a very brief glance through the window to see if Suzanne really was giving Alan a blowjob.

As soon as she looked and saw that Suzanne was in fact doing that, she was hooked. She thought as she breathlessly gawked, Good God! Lord have mercy! Look at her go! She's really doing it! And not only that, but she's naked and on her knees while Tiger sits there in the sun like some kind of Egyptian pharaoh! It's even more exciting than seeing her suck him last night!

She continued to stand there and stare. Suddenly, it felt like the temperature in the hallway was 120 degrees Fahrenheit, or more. She's right, there IS something special about that position. Naked and kneeling IS the right and proper way to suck my son's cock! She looks extra sexy like that. It's almost like the mighty Suzanne is bowing in submission to him. Oh my goodness! THAT'S an arousing thought, to say the least! Like, like... like he really IS a pharaoh, and she's worshipping his cock with her lips and tongue!

HNNNG! Oh God! Hot! Too hot! Now, I really AM burning up! What if that were ME, regularly worshipping his cock with MY lips and tongue?! And my hands! All at once, doing everything possible to get him to cum, just like Suzanne is right now!

She tore her eyes away and looked down the hall towards her room. I absolutely positively have to go now. My thoughts are turning downright blasphemous. How dare I use the word "worship" for such a sinful act?! Besides, duty calls. And I got caught once already. I can't let Angel catch me too. Or Ron! Oh no! Ron! Why do I have to be married to him?!

But on the other hand... She turned back to the window and resumed watching. How could I not watch THAT? I think it's the most incredible sight I've ever seen! Suzanne, on her KNEES! I see what she means about the symbolism of that position. I know exactly how she feels, with her lips tightly sealed around his shaft and her tongue dancing all over his sweet spot. Mmmm! YES! That was ME last Tuesday! God, that was probably the best day of my life! It certainly was the most arousing and exciting, by far! If Tiger really needs all that oral help, why should Suzanne have all the fun? Oh dear. I'm salivating like a panting dog again, but I can't help it!

Her arousal was soaring still higher as she peered even more carefully through the window to closely examine every move her best friend was making. Look at Suzanne's sliding lips! Even with her eyes closed, you can tell she's in total ecstasy! That feeling of fullness, feeling my mouth stuffed to the brim with Tiger's cock, that's the absolute BEST! It's like Suzanne said, that's proof of Tiger's love. Every hot, throbbing, thick inch proves how much he loves me!

She abruptly turned away and paced down the hall. I can't look! It's too tempting! Too painful! That should be ME! Lord, why is doing that so wrong?! Why does it have to be so wrong for a mother to show her son her love with her mouth and hands like that?! And why did you have to make sinful things like that so much FUN?! Somehow, it feels like I belong there, kneeling between his legs, with his pre-cum leaking into my mouth. I want it so very much, but I can't have it!

She paced right back to the window, but after a brief peek she paced away again. I can't! I can't! With a renewed burst of determination, she made it all the way to her bedroom at the end of the hall. Then she firmly shut the door behind her, like she was being chased by bats out of hell. Phew! There! I did it! Thank the Lord!

But she wasn't entirely in a "reformed" mood. She immediately took her clothes off and went to her bathroom to take a shower. She's been taking a lot of showers lately, especially long ones, because that's where she allowed herself to have her special "tingles" (also known as orgasms) under the pretense of thoroughly cleaning her private parts.

She had an even longer and extra tingly shower this time, and the entire time, her thoughts were consumed by alternating visions of Suzanne sucking Alan's cock and herself doing the same in the exact same position and style. Her frequent showers tended to dry out her skin, so she felt the need to apply moisturizing lotion. That got her hot and bothered all over again, which led to yet another "tingle" session.

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