Suzanne once again helped the Plumr family prepare dinner. She'd imdiately held Susan to her promise to wear whatever Suzanne chose, and then picked out the most outrageous outfit for her yet. She stayed throughout their dinner of pulse stew, in large part so she could make sure that Susan didn't chicken out in wearing the selected outfit for the full al.
Alan's dick shot straight to attention when he walked into the dining room for dinner. Suzanne wore an outfit that just barely contained her generous breasts, which he found very arousing even though he wasn't too surprised to see it. Katherine wore a similar very revealing outfit, and that was a surprise since he'd never seen her wear such blatantly sexy clothes in front of their mother before. But it was what his mother wore that completely blew his mind.
Susan was wearing a shiny red leather outfit which looked like it had been designed for a high-class prostitute. It was skin tight and hugged her body as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. Contrary to most revealing tops that leave the neck open and then have a plunging gap down a woman's cleavage, this outfit had fabric all around the neck and a plunging gap UP from the tummy nearly to the neck.
As a result, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that the outfit itself didn't give her boobs any support. He could see her nipples as clear as day, and her boobs shook like Jell-O at the slightest movent. His mouth grew dry and he felt dizzy.
Stranger still was how Susan acted. She looked extrely ashad and subdued, as if the scantily clad body seemingly designed for fucking belonged to a different person and had sohow been mistakenly attached to her wholeso face.
She thought, This is so obscene, so terribly improper! I can see how Tiger is looking at , and that's not how a son should be looking at his mother. But I can hardly bla him; he's a healthy young man with an active libido. Why did Suzanne make wear this shaful thing?! That's what I don't understand!
Throughout the al, she complained to Suzanne for making her wear the outfit.
Yet sohow her bashfulness turned Alan on even more, not only because it appeared that she was willing to do anything to help him, but also that she was being forced to do it like a slave.
At one point, Susan leaned over to Suzanne and whispered in her ear. She'd assud Alan couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could, mostly because reading her lips while she whispered helped quite a lot.
She whispered, "Suzanne, I can't do this. It's like I'm naked. They won't stop bouncing and jiggling with every move I make. And my nipples! Everyone will be able to see how much this arouses . It's so improper."
Suzanne whispered back, "'They?'"
Susan hissed with irritation, "You know. My breasts!"
"You have to be strong. Think of all that cum Sweetie is going to shoot tonight, thanks to your sacrifice. Hang in there."
Susan whispered in return, "That's part of the problem. I keep thinking of him cumming. I'm telling you, it's not right."
Suzanne just squeezed her hand. "Be strong."
Susan finally leaned back, inadvertently causing a new series of tit-quakes.
Alan was so aroused that he wanted to cry.
As Suzanne had hoped, Alan's great arousal overwheld his defenses, so he ended up explaining so of what had happened with Akami.
Both Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest.
Alan's version of events was highly edited and censored. He did explain how he'd climaxed three tis during the appointnt, but he left the impression that it had been more of a clinical treatnt than the mind-blowingly lusty experience it really was. He didn't want to embarrass his mother, so he ntioned next to nothing of what she had done, and said she'd kept her eyes closed the entire ti.
But even Katherine, who knew little of what had happened so far between the others, could read between the lines more often than not. She strongly suspected that Susan had done more than just sit there bored with her eyes closed the whole ti. Her suspicion was strengthened by watching Susan's nervous reaction to Alan's retelling of the event.
Susan mostly just squird and blushed in great embarrassnt. She squished about as well, because her pussy got quite wet. It wasn't what Alan said that made her so horny; it was her own mory filling in the gaps of his account that did it. Mostly, she couldn't get out of her mind the image of Akami's hands rhythmically sliding all over Alan's big erection.
She had been on edge, frightened out of her mind that he would ntion how she'd been "forced" to hold and even stroke his erection at one point. When he got to that point of the story and failed to say a word about it, her relief couldn't have been more obvious. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and slumped down in her chair, emotionally exhausted.
Since Katherine was the least knowledgeable about the appointnt, she kept pressing for many of the very sexual details Alan was trying not to ntion. She said things like, "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling , the whole ti you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your hard-on? And she did this in the nude?!"
"Not exactly the whole ti, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her panties on."
He answered so questions, but he still tried valiantly to steer the discussion away from anything that might reveal what his mother had done or said, in an attempt to protect her honor.
Despite his mostly successful efforts, Susan was aghast with sha, and the more aroused she grew, the more ashad she got as well. She thought, What's wrong with ? I can only imagine what I look like in this outfit, with my erect nipples plainly visible for all to see. This top gives no support whatsoever! I might as well be topless. It's like soone just painted a part of my breasts red and called that a top.
Down below is almost worse! I'm all wet, and I don't have any panties to help. I hope no one can sll, well, my sinful aroma. This is just awful! It's so kind of sexual torture!
But what's definitely worse are my naughty thoughts. I don't care what Suzanne says; thinking about my Tiger's big hard mber being so lovingly stroked by the good nurse HAS to be so kind of sin. Worse, I can't forget how it felt in MY hand! So hot and alive, filled with his youthful virility! I'll bet it's erect and very hard right now, under the table there. Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about how he splattered his seed all over Akami's face and chest. At least he didn't spill it on the ground! Phew! Thank goodness for small blessings.
She tried to stare through the table at Alan's crotch. I'll bet his mber could use so help right now. It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release. I could be the one to stroke it at this very mont! It's for his own good! And if he cums all over , I'd be saving him from moral depravity. He could cover my skin with his spend. Suzanne said he could cum on my chest. Or even on my face!
Oh my!
She breathed heavily, trying to calm herself. There must be sothing wrong with . Suzanne seems so calm and collected. Angel is her usual giggly self. True, they're both dressed very provocatively, but I'm the only one dressed like a complete whore and thinking terribly naughty thoughts about my own son and his massive erection! I have to get my act together. But I have to do it on my own. I can't let even Suzanne know that I can't stop dreaming when I held Tiger's pulsing, throbbing hardness in my hand, or I'll die of sha!
She was right about one thing: Alan was extrely excited and in great need of release. Despite the sexy outfits Katherine and Suzanne were wearing, he knew it was mostly due to Susan's top. He loved how it was cleverly designed to cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked, because of the way it managed to lift them up yet leave them without significant support.
Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork from her plate, caused her boobs to bounce around wildly. She was frustrated by all the movent she was making and felt like there was a big spotlight shining right on her chest, with everyone staring at her. But she didn't know what else to do.
Alan skipped dessert. Instead, he rushed upstairs, hopped on his bed, and masturbated. Needless to say, his horny thoughts were focused on his mother. At first, he thought about her stunning red outfit, but that soon switched to mories of her topless during the appointnt, and the brief ti she'd stroked his erection while he climaxed. When he shot his load into a towel, it was to thoughts of Susan's bare breasts bouncing wildly as she enthusiastically stroked him, not just for less than a minute, but for the entire duration of one long, glorious handjob.
He was emotionally and physically exhausted from receiving so much sexual stimulation in recent days. His penis felt like it had been rubbed raw. He was greatly relieved later that evening to simply go watch a movie with his friends Sean and Peter. It helped too that he took a cold shower before leaving.
But it wasn't so easy to simply shut off all that had happened. He spent most of the evening among his friends, yet not really with them. Instead he thought about things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into his house to pick him up to go sowhere and saw her dressed the way she had been at dinner. Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him to co back and take care of so "unfinished business."
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Once Alan left for the movie, Susan desperately needed her own release as well. While she washed the dishes with Katherine, she debated whether she should masturbate later or not. It wasn't that she distrusted Suzanne, but she wondered if maybe Suzanne only knew one school of thought when it ca to the sinfulness of female masturbation. She didn't want to live a life of sin based on a misunderstanding.
But on the other hand, she was so aroused that she felt like falling on her knees and screaming, "Why , Lord? Why ?" She was reminded of the trials of Job.
After much restless agitation, she ca to a compromise solution: I'll just go back to my room and practice my breast exam. Akami did say that one cannot do that enough. Since I didn't have any for years, I probably need a lot of them now, to make up for it. Besides, if I don't practice, I'm going to forget precisely how Akami did it.
So that's what she did. She ended up having an orgasm just by "examining" her breasts. She decided that didn't count as masturbation since she hadn't even touched her pussy.
She tried at first to think of her favorite male movie stars, but failed miserably. Within seconds, her thoughts were filled with nothing but erotic fantasies involving her son. Despite her protestations, she'd loved wearing her scandalous red outfit at dinner, so at first her thoughts involved that.
In her daydream, in the middle of dinner Alan ordered her to sit next to him. Then, without saying anything, he reached over and began fondling her through her top. But soon he had her top completely off and was casually pulling at her nipples while holding a normal conversation with the others. In her mind, it really was her son's fingers pulling on her nipples during her fantasy, rather than her own doing so.
Then, in her fantasy, Suzanne sat on the other side of Alan, took out his erection, and began stroking it. All the while, Alan kept pulling on Susan's nipples.
Mostly, she fantasized about Suzanne jacking Alan off. She could easily imagine it, since she'd seen Akami doing it. She was too ashad to masturbate to thoughts of doing it all by herself instead.
She never got beyond that in the daydream because it was all so exciting that she ca within minutes.
She felt a lot better when it was over; it felt like a fog had lifted from her brain. She decided, This kind of ... activity ... is good because it purges all those nasty, depraved, evil, SINFUL thoughts from my head. It's like Suzanne keeps telling : it's the lancing of a boil. I feel halfway normal now. What I need to do in the future is to have so more breast exams but think about other things - anything! - than my son's extrely tempting mber.
Now that she was calr and sowhat sated, she recalled her earlier thoughts, such as the idea that she needed to have lots of breast exams to make up for not doing them for years, and wondered how she could have fallen for such illogical thinking.
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