Another Handjob Pt 2

As Suzanne walked through the dining room and into the living room, she whispered into Alan's ear, "I know your mom, and I'll be willing to bet any amount of money that she's gonna come along in a minute to watch secretly. Here's what we're gonna do." She looked around the living room and spotted a porcelain vase that served her purposes. It was mostly white, and very shiny, reflecting light almost as well as a mirror. She put it on the mantle above the fireplace.

Alan had no idea what she was doing, and he didn't try to understand. His brain was on overload just watching her walk around the room wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms. His heart was beating so hard already he could feel it in his ears.

He thought of the movie starring Jackie Chan and Jennifer Love Hewitt that he'd watched two nights earlier. It's like watching a topless Jennifer Love Hewitt stroll around, knowing that she's about to give me a handjob. Only better! That would be just some sexy stranger actress, but I love Aunt Suzy with all my heart!

Suzanne came back to him and whispered as she looked at the vase, "It's not perfect, but that'll be good enough to show a blob in the reflection when Susan peeks in. At the very least, we'll see some movement. So keep an eye on the vase. Now, let's have some fun. Oh, and remember, follow my lead and don't do anything rash that could scare her off."

She took a step away, and then stopped. "Sweetie?"

"Yes?"

"If I take my bikini bottoms off, do you promise to behave?"

"YES! Oh, yes! Totally yes!"

She chuckled. "Very well. Keep your hands to yourself and we'll be fine, even though my hands will be all over you." She slowly shimmied out of her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside.

Then she went to the stereo. She put on a CD of Mozart to create some background noise so Susan wouldn't have to worry about them hearing her.

As he watched her bend over and fiddle with the CD and the stereo, he thought, Holy hell! That is a damn fine ass! No, it's a PERFECT ass! How am I supposed to just sit here and not have a heart attack, knowing that not only is my total babe of an aunt gonna jack me off, but Mom is probably gonna secretly watch too?! Dang! I'm about ready to blow already, and she hasn't even started!

Suzanne knew that Alan was having the time of his life checking out her ass, and she loved it. She made sure to stand in such a way that he couldn't get a clear view of her pussy, as she didn't want to overheat him too much. But she wiggled her pale ass in an extremely enticing way.

She took a very, very long time fiddling with the stereo. Of course, she was just stalling for time so she could tease and tempt her love that much more.

He completely forgot to breathe, so eventually he found himself gasping desperately for air.

Finally, she finished fiddling with the CD player and stood up, but she mostly kept her back to him. She said, "Wait. I probably should put my bikini bottoms back on, because what would Susan think?"

She bent over to pick up her bottoms where she had tossed them away. Of course, she made a big show of doing that, with a lot of ass wiggling.

He was almost glad she'd covered up a little bit, because his brain simply couldn't handle such awesome erotic stimulation. Even so, he had to close his eyes and count to ten. With his erection exposed and poking up, he worried he'd start spurting before she even touched him.

Suzanne carefully positioned him on some big throw pillows on one of the sofas, so his crotch would be visible over the back and arms of the sofa, so that it could be seen from almost every angle. Then she made sure that he was tilted so his body would be at about a forty-five degree angle from the wide entrance between the dining room and living room, since that was where Susan was most likely to first appear.

The red-haired bombshell knelt down in front of him, then leaned forward. This had two effects. One, it left her big tits dangling in an extremely enticing way, and two, it allowed her to bring her face right up to his boner while keeping enough space between them that Susan wouldn't have her view blocked.

Suzanne's face was close enough to breathe on his cockhead, and she made sure to speak in a very breathy manner, driving him bonkers. "Now remember, whatever you do, don't look back at your mom. She's in a very delicate phase right now. Think of her like a wild deer in a forest. If you startle her, she'll scamper off. Play it cool, and she'll end up eating out of the palm of your hand. Or, in your case, stroking you with the palm of HER hand!" She giggled.

As Suzanne started to stroke him with both hands, Alan realized he was already near ejaculating, even though he had climaxed twice when getting up. He whimpered, "Aunt Suzy, I gotta warn you, I'm on the verge already! One more sexy thing, one more sexy word, and I'm gonna blow like an oil well!"

He continued with increasingly ragged breathing, "Not only that, but your stroking sends your huge tits swaying side to side, and if I keep looking, my brain may explode before my dick does! All this overwhelming excitement can't be good for my heart!"

She cooed, "Don't worry; you're in good hands. I'll take care of you and back off a little bit. If my boobs are too arousing for you, then close your eyes."

"But then I'll miss out!" he complained. "Do you know how many gallons of cum I've shot off over the years, trying to imagine what I can see right now? Closing my eyes wouldn't be a proper honor to the trillions of lost spermatozoa that bravely gave their lives trying to imagine the Aunt Suzy Boob Mystery."

She snickered at that, and he did too. Suddenly they both started laughing heartily at his silly comment.

Meanwhile, Susan was praying - literally. She'd left the backyard patio and rushed to the ground-floor bathroom to clean up her swampy pussy. Even her inner thighs had gotten wet. But then she went to the dining room while still wearing her bikini, and sat down on the love seat.

She folded her hands, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and began to pray. Dear Lord, please, I beg you, give me strength! Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from Tiger's long, thick, oh-so-yummy-looking member! Even as I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I shall not want to stroke him, and run my fingers up and down his... Oh God! His... Or his hands on my nipples! My burning hot, tingly nipples! Why won't they stop tormenting me?!

Just then, she heard Alan and Suzanne laughing loudly. Curiosity got the best of her. She got up and peeked into the living room. There was just a double-wide doorframe between the rooms, so she didn't have to open any door.

Oh no! Mercy! Lord have mercy on me! She clutched her arms across her suddenly heaving bosom. Suzanne's hands are just sliding ALL OVER Tiger's big, uh, member! That looks even MORE tempting than when I saw Akami do it!

Her observation was correct, and there was a reason for it. Suzanne saw the movement of Susan's head peeking in, thanks to the reflection on the vase. (Alan was too out of his mind with erotic euphoria to notice just yet.) Since Alan had just said he needed a break, Suzanne stroked his shaft more for show than to actually arouse. In fact, her fingers hardly touched his slicked-up rod at all, which gave Susan an excellent view of its full length, from its tip down to his balls.

Oh my goodness! Susan panted. I can't believe the debauched scene before my very eyes! Suzanne is topless, like some kind of wanton hussy! And she's kneeling! Kneeling! Staring at his big member from close up like she's practically worshipping it! Just look at that look on her face! Rapture! Why, it's almost ... blasphemous!

Susan was so spellbound by the sight that she wandered deeper into the room without consciously thinking about it. Suzanne had promised that she would be ignored if she wanted to look, and she trusted Suzanne on that (and almost everything else) without question. But then she remembered that Alan could notice her too, and that made her freeze in her tracks about halfway to the sofa. She quickly ducked down behind another sofa and then emerged with only her head peering out above it.

Ironically, she was trying to hide from Alan by ducking down, but it was her sudden movement that caught his eye in the reflection in the vase, making him finally realize that she was in the room.

Suzanne saw that he had noticed, so, after making eye contact with him, she smiled and nodded knowingly.

He thought, Damn! Hot damn! Mom is right there, watching! Right behind that sofa, not ten feet away! WOW! Thank God Aunt Suzy's taking it easy on my dick, 'cos this is just too hot to handle!

Suzanne waited about a minute until he'd calmed down some more. Then she said, "Okay, Sweetie, it's time for a lesson of sorts. Do you know what the PC muscle is?"

He replied, "Actually, I'm happy to say that I do! Nurse Akami happened to mention it at my last appointment, so I looked it up on the computer last night. I can't say that I really understand it though. I mean, I tried squeezing some muscles in my crotch, but how do I know if they're the right ones?"

"Just imagine that you're on the verge of peeing. Squeeze the muscles you'd squeeze to hold back from peeing. If it works, you may be able to make your erection elevate."

He grimaced and squeezed. "Like this?" Sure enough, his pole rose up, even though Suzanne was in the middle of lightly rubbing his sweet spot.

"Good! Very good! I just know we're gonna have so much fun together. Now, you said you were already close to cumming. I'm gonna practice some stimulating moves on you, and your goal is to clench your PC muscle at the right times to delay your orgasm. Ready?"

He wiped his brow of sweat before nodding. He couldn't believe how sweaty his body had become while he was just leaning against the sofa, but it was because he was humming with energy and nervous tension from the sheer excitement of it all.

Suzanne continued, "Okay, this first one I like to call 'The Claw,' because it involves the scraping of fingernails against your sweet spot." She'd found out that was what Akami called his frenulum, and she'd decided to go with that easier-pronounced name. "You have to be veeerrry careful with this one, even if your fingernails are clipped short, because there's a bundle of extremely sensitive nerves there, similar to a woman's clitoris. In fact, it is the male anatomical analog to the clit. If it's done right, I'm told it feels fantastic."

She'd already started the move, causing him to groan in a lusty daze, "It is! It is!"

Although Suzanne appeared to be speaking to Alan, her words were really meant for Susan. She figured that if Susan had more confidence with a penis, she'd be more likely to dare to play with Alan's. Thus she was indirectly giving Susan lessons on some of the best moves to use without Susan or even Alan really realizing that was her purpose. And at the same time, she was teaching Alan how to control his PC muscle.

She was very proud of her cleverness.

Susan got more and more aroused from watching until it seemed like she was so hot and bothered that smoke was liable to start rising from where she hid behind the sofa. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. Because she thought she wasn't visible, she pulled her bikini top down so she could fondle her nipples.

She thought, My goodness! I can't believe what I'm seeing! So hot! Too hot! That could be me! It really could! Suzanne's almost exactly my size in every way. Tiger could be staring at MY big breasts while his steel-hard member pulses and burns in my hands! Oh! I could... I could... stroke it! My son!

I did it to him a little when Akami forced me to, but it was so brief. Less than a minute. How I wish I could be in Suzanne's shoes right now, stroking him without any time limit! Stroking him until he cums on my face or my breasts! But he's my son! Oh God! So wrong!

Suzanne's handjob and lesson in PC muscle control went on for about ten minutes, giving Alan time to start to get a handle on how to delay his orgasms. He was surprised at just how easy it was, and that the more he clenched the easier it became. Clenching his PC muscle allowed him to ride through some extremely arousing tactile stimulation that would otherwise have caused him to blow his load.

But just when he was starting to feel like he could clench his way through anything, he heard some squeaks and lady-like grunts and gasps from behind the sofa where he knew Susan was hiding. He realized that was the sound of his mother climaxing, while trying her best not to make too much noise.

Susan's nipples were so super sensitive that she could cum from nipple play alone, and that's just what had happened.

Hearing her ecstatic pleasure aroused him so much that he lost all control and started to shoot his load. Suzanne let go of him and cupped her breasts together to present him with a fleshy target. Alan quickly grabbed his wobbling shaft and shot directly at Suzanne's cleavage, like aiming at a bull's-eye.

He was genuinely trying to aim at Suzanne's boobs but he hadn't grabbed his pulsing dick quite soon enough, so a few ropes flew high and landed on her chin and neck.

Susan was watching with a mixture of horror and desire. She was particularly appalled by the cum flying at Suzanne's face. In her mind, she shouted at Suzanne: No! Run! Run away! Don't let him hit you with all that yucky stuff! What are you doing?! You're just standing there, holding your boobs together as if you LIKE it!

The truth slowly dawned on her. Oh God! She does like it! That wasn't just talk; she really does! Look! She's even sticking her tongue out like she wants his cum to go into her mouth! Her weirdly long tongue is searching it out!

She said that getting cummed on is like being marked, like a dog marking his territory. Tiger is claiming Suzanne as his territory, just like he's already claimed me! That's so... so... hot! I can't help it, but it is! But it's so wrong! I can't look!

After Alan's dick finally stopped shooting, Suzanne opened her eyes and wiped her face with her hands.

That put Susan in a panic, because she worried she'd be caught, trapped behind the sofa. Her entire body trembled as she nervously pulled her bikini top back into place. Suddenly, she was wracked by guilt and shame.

Suzanne and Alan both knew that Susan was hiding there. Neither of them wanted her to freak out, so Suzanne said to Alan, "That was nice, wasn't it? Let's just close our eyes and relax for a few minutes. We'll take a mini-nap and savor what just happened."

He slid down into the sofa. "Good idea. Can I rest my head in your lap?"

"Very well. It seems I can't say 'No' to you. But just rest! No grabby hands, please." She sat up next to him and cuddled into his side.

"Awww. Shoot." But he was all smiles as he closed his eyes. After a few moments he asked, "Aren't you going to clean up? You're all sticky."

She was glad he'd brought that up because it was an opportunity to indoctrinate Susan on that matter. "Definitely not! There's nothing better than a spermy mess all over a lady's skin. It's absolutely heavenly!"

Not realizing that she was really speaking to Susan, he was genuinely confused by her comment. "It is? How?"

"Well, where to begin? For one thing, it's physical proof that I've just satisfied my man. It's like seeing an 'A' on your homework paper, except you can feel it, and that's even better. But more than that, it's physical proof of your love. Cum... sperm... it's almost like liquid love." Suzanne knew the way that Susan's mind worked, and knew that idea would hit a bulls-eye because Susan was all about loving her children.

He started to say, "I was about to apologize for accidentally getting some on your face-"

"Don't! That's the best! I love it! I want you to cum all over my face next time!"

Susan gasped loudly. She was scandalized by that idea.

The other two heard her, but they pretended not to. However, Suzanne couldn't help but smirk a little bit.

Susan waited another minute until she was fairly certain that the other two were resting with their eyes closed. Then she beat a hasty retreat back to the dining room, and then to the kitchen and farther away until she felt she was safe. She thought, Thank the Lord I didn't get caught! That was too close! Too scary! I can't let that sort of thing happen again.

But what she didn't realize was that not only had Suzanne and Alan known she was there the whole time, but Katherine had known as well. Katherine had been waiting in her room, hoping to eavesdrop on more hanky-panky if and when Suzanne and Alan went into Alan's room again. But then she heard music in the living room and went down the stairs just enough to peek, to make sure she wasn't missing out.

She couldn't go any further since her mother Susan was there hiding behind a sofa, but she was able to spy on the entire scene by peeking around a corner while high up the stairs.

She didn't have a great view of what Suzanne and Alan were doing, since their bodies weren't angled to her advantage. She could barely make out their words most of the time, since they were generally speaking low and were rather far away. But that didn't matter much, because she was extremely excited from seeing Susan, whose actions indicated that her sexual barriers were collapsing. Katherine figured that if their mother started directly helping Alan "do his thing," then Susan would have no leg to stand on when it came to objecting to her doing the same.