While Alan had been in the doctor's office, Susan had been sitting in her car trying to read a copy of People magazine. But her thoughts kept returning to what Alan might be doing with Akami.
Ever since that last appointnt, she'd tried to block out the mories of that hour of witnessing constant penis manipulation, but she found herself unable to forget it. Thinking about that got her nearly as horny as thinking about the previous Tuesday when she lost all control.
As she sat in her car, she had visions of Akami sucking her son off, but that was just for starters. Her mind was mostly filled with the idea of Alan and Akami fucking.
These ideas literally made her hot and bothered, but very upset and jealous too. She was a frazzled jumble of emotion. She wasn't about to masturbate in the car, so that made her even more bothered. She repeatedly tried to return to the magazine, but found she couldn't get the aning of the words.
She was fidgeting and frowning when Suzanne called her on her cell phone. Suzanne knew that Susan would be just sitting in her car, trying unsuccessfully not to think about what Alan and Akami were doing nearby. She figured that gave her a perfect opportunity to fire up Susan's lust for Alan a little more, simply by vividly describing all the things Akami could be doing to Alan's dick.
She started off the conversation on a light and cheery note. "Hey Susan! How's it going?"
But Susan was practically on the verge of tears. "Oh, Suzanne. Thank the Lord you called. It's awful! Just AWFUL!"
"What's wrong?"
"Everything's wrong! My cutie Tiger... Oh God! I can't even think about it!"
Suzanne had been practically licking her chops because of all the potential for sexy mischief. She'd been hoping to get Susan so hot and horny that Susan would be all over Alan as soon as his appointnt ended.
But Susan's voice sounded heart-breakingly sad, and before Suzanne could really get going with her usual lusty spiel Susan pleaded, "Suzanne, I beg you. Please! Don't talk about Tiger right now. Please! Not a word. That's the last thing I need to hear. Not even anything slightly related to him. You're my best friend and I really need you now. Please talk about anything else so I can get my mind off of... you-know-what. What's going on in there!"
Suzanne knew that she had a more domineering personality than Susan, and if she really pushed she could get Susan to go along with her planned discussion, continuing until Susan was so horny that she couldn't tell up from down. But Suzanne's heart went out to her suffering friend.
Sotis I just push too hard, too fast. Susan's going through a major life change now; she needs ti to adjust. It's not all about seeing my sexual sche co to fruition as fast as possible. I keep telling myself that it's just as much for her benefit as it is for mine, or my Sweetie's, or Angel's. Not everything has to happen TODAY. Susan's my best friend. Hell, she's closer than that: I'd take a bullet for her. Right now, she needs as a friend and that cos first.
She sighed quietly, so Susan couldn't hear. Then she forced herself to sound enthusiastic. "Sure. It would be my pleasure to talk to you for as long as you like. I'll bet you brought a magazine to keep yourself occupied. I hope it's sothing with actual news in it."
"Um, it's People magazine, actually."
Suzanne sighed again in distaste at Susan's reading selection, but she did it out loud this ti and with theatrical exaggeration. "Susan, Susan, Susan."
Susan smiled a little bit, causing her mood to begin to lighten.
As requested, Suzanne kept Susan's mind occupied with talk about a whole variety of mundane things. It was a challenge not to talk about anything related to Alan or sex, because so much of Susan's life revolved around her children and sex was on her brain so much lately. But Suzanne was careful to redirect the conversation whenever it drifted too close to those areas.
The two mothers kept talking until Susan saw Alan walking through the parking lot towards her car.
Susan was trendously relieved, and thanked Suzanne profusely for being so helpful.
Suzanne hung up the phone, feeling good about herself. That was... refreshing. Susan is just such a GOOD person, so filled with boundless love. Just being around her makes want to be a better person too, and I feel good helping her out. I'm convinced that the best thing I can ever do to help her is to open her eyes so she'll see that she can love her children and in an entirely new way, a sexual way. But sotis the best way to go from point A to point B is not a straight line, and today just goes to show that.
As Alan got in the car, Susan looked at the clock on the car dashboard. She consoled herself that at least his appointnt lasted less than an hour, instead of the hour plus of the previous one.
As she drove away she asked, "So... How did things go?" She tensed up as she waited for his response.
"Oh, good, good." He was trying very hard to say as little as possible. He could see that the idea of him doing sexual things with Akami upset her, just from the tension in her voice and the look on her face. He found that curious, because she obviously was much more bothered by that than if he did the exact sa things with Suzanne. But it occurred to him that Susan viewed Suzanne as close family, almost like an extension of herself, whereas Akami was seen as an outsider and a potential threat.
Susan gripped the steering wheel tightly as she asked, "So... did she... uh... check your, uh, mber, for abnormalities?"
"She did."
"I see." Susan gritted her teeth. But she managed to keep her cool, more or less. "And did she... take any samples? Sperm samples, I an."
He grudgingly admitted, "She did that too."
"I see." There was a long silence while Susan continued driving. Finally she gathered up the resolve to ask, "And may I ask how she took those samples? Did she assist you... orally?"
He winced. "As a matter of fact, she did."
Susan showed no visible response, but just kept on driving. On the inside, though, she was a churning cauldron of emotion. After a minute or more she cald herself sowhat, telling herself, I am not going to let this bother . This is a dical treatnt, nothing more, nothing less. After all, it makes sense that checking for abnormalities is a good opportunity to help him do his thing, so he can check off one of his six tis for today.
She asked, "Did she do a good job... with it?"
"Um, yeah. I guess you could say that. She definitely spent a lot of ti, uh, helping with, ah, stimulating it."
GRRR! But I can't be mad about that. After all, Akami was the very one who pointed out that it's not just the quantity of his daily orgasms but the quality too, so of course she follows her own advice. He needs prolonged, talented stimulation or his testosterone won't kick into gear, or whatever it is that happens there to help fix his energy problem.
She felt a flash of jealousy as she let her thoughts wander. So, I suppose that for most of the appointnt Tiger just sat there while Akami licked and slurped and sucked on his rampant... mber. Most other people, when they go into the doctor's, they get a painful shot or bad news, or even sothing awful like chemotherapy. But not my Tiger. No, he gets his cock sucked for a long ti by a cute nurse!
Susan gripped the steering wheel so hard she practically crushed it in her hands. Calm down. Calm down. Calm... Okay. So what? That's what his treatnt is. And if she took most of her clothes off - and I'm sure she did, since she did last ti - that makes sense because she doesn't want to get cum on her work clothes. And although she's very professional, I'm sure she enjoyed it. And why wouldn't she? I an, sucking on Tiger's big, fat cock? Er, I an, his rather large mber? How could she NOT enjoy that? It's just about the greatest fun in the whole wide world!
She sighed with longing. Oh, that Tuesday! What a day! I'll never forget that day. Kneeling naked below my strong, handso son, my mouth stretched as wide as can be with his thick at filling , bobbing on it like so kind of common hussy, hearing the beautiful music of his lusty groans as I flicked my tongue all over his sweet, sweet spot, feeling naughty tingles all the way down to my... to my...
NO! I can't think like this, especially when I'm driving. Besides, that's what SHE was doing to him just a few minutes ago. ARGH! Why does that get to so much? I have to rember the wise words Suzanne tells pretty much every single day. Tiger is a remarkable young man with a very special problem. It's inevitable that a lot of very beautiful won will end up helping him. It's not my place to question that. Especially if I'm unable or unwilling to step up to the plate and suck his yummy cock a couple of tis a day, at least, every single day...
She glanced over at Alan in the passenger seat next to her, and found herself staring at his crotch. For once, there wasn't any sign of a bulge there. She licked her lips longingly, but then turned her attention back to the road.
She didn't even ask any more questions about the appointnt, so the rest of the ride ho was fairly quiet. She was frankly a little scared of Akami, whom she blad as the root cause of all of her own sinful urges and temptations. So she didn't want to know, and didn't want to think about, whatever they had done.
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