Chapter 250 CockSucking And Cock Stroking Are Art - Suzanne

Susan had lied when she'd told Alan that morning that she might not want to do the abnormality check, and that the opportunity might not come up even if she did. She was determined to do it no matter what, so much so that thoughts about their upcoming session occupied her day.

It was true that Ron was supposed to be home in the afternoon, although, contrary to what she'd told Alan in the morning, Susan certainly hadn't asked him to be there. The truth was, she didn't want anyone or anything to interfere with the "abnormality check", which she now considered to be her peak quality time with her son. So to her great pleasure, Ron called and said he'd run into all kinds of complications at work. Not only would he not be home in the afternoon, he might also be forced to miss dinner.

Ron usually spent the rare intervals when he was home in the U.S. either entirely on vacation or in working a normal schedule while operating out of his company's main office. For some reason, on this visit he seemed to be far busier and much more tense than usual. Something was clearly up, and he was unusually close-mouthed about work. He had assured Susan that there was nothing to worry about, so she got the feeling that his tenseness was due to anticipation rather than fear. Whatever the cause, for better or worse, his busy schedule was severely limiting the amount of time they could spend together.

She was still troubled by all the issues that had been bothering her in recent days. But her eagerness to get her hands and mouth back on her son's cock, now that she had what she considered a valid reason to do so, temporarily overrode all her worries.

When Suzanne came over for their usual morning exercise routine, she was pleasantly surprised to find Susan in a very good mood. She was even more surprised when Susan described how Alan had stripped and repeatedly fondled her during breakfast. She liked how Susan just explained it away with a "boys will be boys" good humor. She was especially pleased to hear how well the "strut lessons" had worked.

Suzanne took advantage of Susan's mood and obvious eagerness for the "abnormality check" to spend most of the morning advising her on various handjob and blowjob techniques.

"Come on," she said, "I don't know anything about abnormality checks, but once that part is done, you might as well help him reach his daily target by finishing him off with a handjob at the very least. Although, as we both know, it really is much better for his penis if you reduce his chafing by finishing him off with a nice long cocksuck. Here, let me show you a few things." She started to take off her spandex exercise gear.

"Wait! Are you getting naked?"

"Well, sure. Not totally though; we can keep our panties on."

"WE? You mean I have to strip to my pants too?"

"Of course," Suzanne said matter-of-factly as she took off her bra. "Cum is messy. Even fantasy cum." She chuckled. "Well, keep your pants on if you insist. But you really need to take your bra off because the tit jiggle is an essential part of any quality cock stroking. Look."

Suzanne pantomimed holding a hard dick in front of her. "See? I cup Sweetie's balls here. And then, as I stroke him here, right where most of his nerve endings are, I put my whole body into it. Watch. Watch my chest, not my hands. Don't just move your hands and forearms; stroke his cock with your entire body. Do you love him?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do!" Susan held her hands over her chest, as if that would help counter Suzanne's nudity.

"Well then, put all your love into it! A magnificent specimen like Sweetie's thick man-meat deserves nothing less. See how my big tits shake and my hips wiggle in time to my hand movements? You know he'll love it. It's little details like that that make the difference between an ordinary handjob and an expert one. Now, it's your turn."

Susan reluctantly pulled her shirt over her head. "I don't know. It just seems so lewd and improper." But she listened attentively, eventually taking her bra off as well.

Suzanne continued, "Look what I'm doing with my middle finger. See? I'm tickling the area just behind his balls. That's just another little thing that he'll enjoy, but those little things add up."

Susan gripped her hands in the air, as if she were holding a penis and pair of balls. "Like this?" She wiggled her middle finger just as Suzanne had.

"Oh, come on. You look like you're holding some carrots or celery. This is your son's great big erection we're talking about! Stroke it a little first, just to make sure he knows his big-titted mommy is on the job. Then, once you've got his full attention, really go to town pleasuring his cock like the personal cocksucker that you are!"

Susan tried stroking the imaginary penis. "Like this?" Her arousal level was rising by the second.

"Good, but let's see more tit swaying. Put your whole upper body into everything you do. Remember, you're one of your son's personal cocksuckers, so be proud, and do your best!"

Even though Suzanne had just said "personal cocksucker," she purposely said it again. Repetition of key phrases was a big part of her effort to indoctrinate Susan.

Soon, Susan was mimicking all of Suzanne's moves, eventually with real passion. Without even being prompted she found herself repeating in her head the words Suzanne had taught to her the night before: I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!

She didn't know why, but saying that made her feel really good, bringing her inner peace and holding her guilt and worries about sin, incest, and adultery at bay.

Suzanne didn't actually teach her that much (and neither act was rocket science in its complexity), but she did manage to work Susan up to a sexual lather by keeping her focus on Alan's erection the whole time. The only problem was that the imaginary penis was too unsatisfying. Before long, they taped a banana and two apples together so they could have something solid to practice on. In a matter of minutes, every last inch of those fruits was covered in saliva, most of it Susan's.

During occasions such as this, Suzanne always reinforced certain themes, such as describing Alan as a nearly irresistible sexual god. Interestingly, Suzanne had started out with a much more realistic assessment of Alan's sexual talents, but day by day, the more she praised him as a super stud, the more she began on some level to believe her own hype.

Suzanne advised, "Cocksucking and cock stroking aren't just lewd sex acts. If done right, they can be works of art. When you're naked and on your knees, slurping on his fat rod, don't feel ashamed or degraded. Hold your head up high! Well, metaphorically of course, since your head will be bobbing back and forth. Be proud! If you're gonna do it, be the best you can be. Aspire to cock-pleasuring greatness! Never forget just how proud you are to be your Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!"

Again, she was only saying this to get Susan psyched up, and in doing that she was wildly successful. She kept repeating certain keywords and phrases, knowing that would help her ideas sink in. But her words were affecting herself as well. For instance, she really did start to see handjobs and blowjobs as art forms that she too was striving to perfect.

After Suzanne left, Susan practically counted the minutes until Alan was supposed to get home from school. She looked at the clock over and over but, to her distress, each time she checked there were still many hours to go.

She went to the kitchen to clean up, but after she washed the dishes from breakfast there wasn't much else to clean that she hadn't already done. Thus she was at a total loss over what to do to keep herself occupied when Suzanne came back over.

"Hey," Suzanne said, "I'm kind of in a rush, so I can only stay a minute. But before I go, there's something I've been meaning to show you."

"Oh. What?" Susan said, hoping against hope that it would be something to keep her mind occupied until shortly after three, when she expected Alan to return home.

Suzanne took Susan to the den, which was just across the entryway hall from the kitchen. "I know you're not a big computer user, but there's something interesting I'd like to show you." She sat down at the desk in the den which had the family computer, which for some reason was already on, then started typing and clicking the mouse.

Susan sat down next to her and watched the screen. To her shock, a story entitled "Mom's Gotta Have Her Son's Big Cock" appeared. She gasped. "Suzanne! Please! That's, that's... that's the kind of filth they're always warning us about at church!"

Suzanne lied, "No, it's not. This is actually a testimonial from a real mother who has been through a situation very similar to yours. She was put in a situation where she found herself sucking and stroking her son's cock quite often, and it's all about how she learned to handle the situation."

That explanation made Susan less hostile and more curious. "Oh? Did her son have an energy problem too?"

"Well, not exactly. Here, read it and see. I've got to go." Suzanne got up. "Oh, and when you're done, make sure you close the program. You wouldn't want anyone else to see that; they might misunderstand."

Susan nodded. She'd already begun to read the story and found herself captivated from the start.

Suzanne saw Susan's interest. She walked away, feeling very proud of herself.

The story wasn't actually a "testimonial," it was an erotic story that Suzanne had found on the Internet. But she'd edited it herself quite extensively to make it something she knew would appeal to Susan. She'd removed all references to anal or vaginal sex, knowing that Susan wasn't ready for that. The story was all about things Susan had already done with Alan: handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, fondling, and the like. And just like Susan, the mother in the story started out quite reluctantly, but slowly gave in to her lust as she realized her submissive nature. Naturally, that mother was stacked and beautiful too, and the son was handsome and well-hung. By the end of the story, the fictional mother had found her ultimate happiness fully devoting herself to servicing her son's penis whenever he wanted, as well as letting other beautiful women service him too. The story ended with a final "testimonial" from the mother, where she encouraged all other mothers to do the same.

Susan no longer wondered what to do while waiting for Alan to come home.