Susan in Sexy Apron

Susan woke up feeling naughty. She'd had more dreams of doing sexual things with Alan, but rather than getting at least partially upset and feeling guilty about it, she unabashedly reveled in it. She decided to just put her objections aside for a while and imagine a better world where she could have sexual fun with him without the fear of sin or impropriety. A part of her wanted to just lie in bed all day fantasizing, but her strong work ethic wouldn't allow her to do that.

She thought, It's strange. These last few days, whenever I think about sliding my hands all over Tiger's big erection I get filled with the urge to do nice things for him. Huh. Well, I don't know why, but I think I'll feel a lot better if I cook waffles with strawberries. And make some raisin toast too. He loves that.

So she got up and hurried downstairs earlier than usual because the special breakfast she planned to make required more time than normal. It was eight o'clock and she figured she needed to have the food ready by nine, so they all would be able to get to church by the start of the service at ten.

Sunday was the one day of the week that she and Suzanne always skipped their morning workout, because of Susan's need to get ready for church. (Suzanne wasn't really religious, but occasionally she went to church too, purely to appease her best friend.) Susan was feeling very energetic, but didn't have a way of blowing off steam.

As she stood there cooking, she thought, I can hardly wait until Tiger comes downstairs. Today, I'm not going to shirk my visual stimulation responsibilities. In fact, I have a full, exciting day of visual stimulation and sexing things up to look forward to, hee-hee! I'm sure he's going to love this shirt I'm wearing, since it's about ten sizes too large. I can't even keep it on my shoulders when I actually want to.

But I don't want to! Hee-hee! I'd just love to see his face if he walked in and saw me topless!

The only thing is, it's not fair that Suzanne has all that extra experience. She's such a seductress. And if that isn't bad enough, she's practicing being nude so she can bare her body with ease whenever he needs to get hard. Which I suspect is nearly all the time, hee-hee. Well, two can play that game. Maybe I need a little nudity practice myself. I need to get daring. I need to get naughty! I know it's terribly improper, but it's for the health of my son!

Because she was cooking she didn't want to expose herself up front, so she took her skirt off. The apron still covered her pussy in front, but her ass was left bare. Her heart was pounding hard from her audacity. It's still early so I should be able to stay like this a little while, and put it back on before he comes down. But what if he DID see me? Wouldn't that be a hoot? "Good morning, Tiger! Mommy's going to give you your favorite breakfast and your favorite ass. Come over here and feel it; you know you want to. Put your hand on my ass cheeks. Mmmm, yes! Just like that."

She didn't fully realize just how aroused she was getting. She wiggled her butt, imagining her son's hands were on it. "Oh! Tiger! I didn't say you could take off my top and my apron too! You naughty boy! ... But since you insist, yes, you can play with Mommy's boobies too. Oh, Son! What are you DOING?! What is that long hot thing sliding up and down my ass crack? You're so aggressive today! Now what are you doing?! Don't put that big thing in my mouth; it'll never fit! Oh TIGER!"

"It DOES fit! Tiger! Do you know you've got your penis in Mommy's mouth?" Tee-hee-hee. I'm so naughty!

She practically danced around the kitchen, she was so fired up by her semi-nudity. She thought quite a lot about the idea of giving her son a blowjob. I wonder what that would be like, for real. Suzanne has been talking about it a lot these past few days, and she says it's great. But I don't know. I kind of wish I would have done it to Ron at least once, so I'd know what it's really like. Of course Tiger's member is double the length and width of Ron's, so it wouldn't really be the same. Okay, maybe not double, but almost. He's such a well-endowed young man! Would it really fit in my mouth?! Suzanne assures me it would, but I don't know.

And how unseemly and improper would it be for me to do that? I know I need to help him, but I have to draw the line somewhere! I mean, if I were to take off all my clothes and kneel before him... My tall, handsome son towering over me, with his tremendously large, thick, needy erection in my hands... my trembling hands... Oh, I don't know! It just seems so debauched! To, to... to take it in my mouth! And suck on it! I can't! I just can't!

Despite her reluctance, or maybe in large part because of it, those thoughts made her very aroused indeed. But time flies when you're having fun, and she got so caught up in what she was doing, not to mention all her happy daydreams, that she lost track of the hour.

Thus Alan was quite surprised when he came downstairs and walked into the kitchen to say good morning. He looked at Susan, and at her ass. He literally did a double-take. He was so surprised by what he saw that it was like a hard slap to his face. He even staggered back a few steps. "MOM! Whoa! You're uh, you're not wearing any... Well, your butt. I can see it!"

Susan had been standing in front of the stove, working on the waffles. She froze. Uh-oh! Tiger's here already?! OH NO! I had intended to take my skirt off only for a few minutes. Oh dear! He's gonna think I'm some kind of wanton hussy!

And I can't turn around either, because all I'm wearing is this grossly oversized shirt, with no bra underneath! It exposes way too much. True, I'm wearing an apron, but that won't help, not unless I wear it up around my shoulders. Oh my goodness! What will I do?!

She decided to try to stay calm and stand still. She brought both hands to her ass cheeks, trying to cover them. But her ass cheeks were a lot bigger than her hands, so he still had a great view, especially of her ass crack and even a hint of her pussy between her legs. In fact, in a way she actually showed off more, because putting her hands there caused her shirt to rise up some, showing off all of her ass instead of just the lower half.

Blushing, she exclaimed, "Alan?! Tiger! What are you doing up already?"

His eyes were locked on her bare ass cheeks like laser-guided weapons. "What do you mean, Mom? This is the usual time I come down on a Sunday."

She continued to wiggle and writhe in dismay, which only made an even more arousing sight. Her face practically turned cherry red. "Is it that late already? Oh dear. I'm afraid I lost track. You're not supposed to see me like this! This is so embarrassing! I just, uh, I... Well, I... It's hard to explain..."

Had it been anyone else protesting, even Amy or Katherine or Suzanne, he would have done the gentlemanly thing and averted his eyes and probably left the room. But this was his knockout mother and his curiosity got the better of him. Knowing that she was facing away from him and would remain too embarrassed to turn around and make eye contact, he lied, "Don't worry, Mom; I'm not looking."

"Thank heavens for that!" An awkward silence ensued as she thought, Oh no! What am I going to do now?! I can't just stand here like this, with my hands on my ass for the entire breakfast! I can't turn around either, or I'll show him far too much of my big, heavy breasts.

She gathered up her courage, trying to psych herself up. Susan, this is the time to rise to the occasion! He needs visual stimulation. I have to help him out! I should just let him look at my bare ass. What's the harm? Besides, it's not like I have a choice. He'd see nearly as much in a bikini anyway. I have to put my modesty and pride aside, to help him with his affliction!

She withdrew her hands from her backside and went back to cooking while bare-assed. She thought about putting her skirt back on, but decided the waffles needed immediate tending first. She was freaking out with nervousness, and her heart was pounding even harder. She told herself she'd go and dress in a minute or two, when this batch of waffles was done.

She clenched her ass cheeks together. I wonder if he's looking. Did he just see me do that?! Tiger's such a good boy, but I remember what horny teenage boys are like and I'm afraid he's going to look, no matter what he promised. He must be looking at my ass right now! She secretly thrilled at the thought that he was checking out her exposed ass cheeks. Without really thinking about it, she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks.

The strange thing was that she felt a tingle all over her pelvic area, almost like it had gone to sleep and was reviving. Somehow her body was reacting in a powerful way just to the thought of her son looking at her bare flesh there.

Of course Alan was ogling his mother's ass; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was his penis erect, it was almost truly threatening to rip his shorts open! Unbelievably, it seemed like she was repeatedly squeezing her ass cheeks a bit. He wasn't sure if that was his imagination or not. For a few glorious moments as she pulled her hands down to her thighs and then took them away, he was able to see nearly the entirety of her ass before the back of her curiously-oversized shirt covered the top half of it again.

He thought, Hot damn! I can't believe I'm really looking at Mom's ASS! Her skin looks amazingly soft and tempting to touch. Now I understand why people so often compared asses to peaches. That is a perfect 'peachy' ass! I'm practically drooling here! Man, I'd kill just to run my hands all over her!

He had to get a closer view. He walked across the kitchen until he was just a few feet away. To his surprise, she didn't say or do anything, or even try to cover up. Shit! You can see everything!

He asked, "Mom, can I ask why you were cooking partially naked, even if Sis and I weren't down here?" He didn't want to discourage her, but his curiosity won out.

"That IS a good question," Susan said, stalling for time while she tried to figure out what to say. She was startled to hear his voice from so near, just behind her. Since he'd walked up next to her, she knew he couldn't have done that without looking at her.

Oh dear! My Tiger really IS staring at my ass! It's not just another fantasy of mine this time. He's so close he could reach out and touch it! How can I explain things? "Son, I was just practicing being naked to help you cum hard and often, and I got so distracted wondering what it would be like to hold and fondle and suck your big member that things kind of got out of hand and I forgot to put my skirt back on?" No, that's not gonna fly.

Just listen to me though. I'm so wicked! I've completely lost my way and fallen from the path of righteousness. Thank goodness I'm not a Catholic, because I sure wouldn't look forward to my next confession with a priest!

But THINK, Susan, think!

Finally, she said, "Well, I, uh, I was doing a load of laundry, and uh, I, er, I realized that my, uh, skirt... My skirt, it was, um, needing to be washed, so I put it in there and, in the washer I mean, and, uh... I was thinking that since I was down here early cooking your favorite breakfast, um, it wouldn't matter. You know, how I was, uh, dressed. But I lost track of the time and, well, you can see what happened."

Unfortunately for Susan, she was as honest as they come, so whenever she lied it came out sounding like the feeble lie that it actually was.

"And why aren't you wearing panties either?" he asked.

Susan was so ashamed by that question that she wanted to weep. But she held herself together and replied more honestly, "You should know the answer to that. Suzanne, that big meanie, she won't let me! Don't you remember the discussion with Amy, how the four of us Plummer and Pestridge ladies have agreed not to wear any undies to help sex things up for you? But I didn't expect not to wear undies AND not wear a skirt! It's so... shameful!"

Alan, not surprisingly, didn't buy her laundry explanation, so he went back to that. As he continued to stare at her firm, sexy butt, he pointed out, "But if you put the skirt in the washer, then how is it I don't hear the washer going?" He took a few steps closer and even bent down a little to get a better look at her flawless bubble butt.

"Oh. Well, uh, the washing is done. And there's a problem with the dryer, you see, so I'm air drying them."

She thought, Thank goodness I don't have to look him in the eye as I tell these blatant falsehoods or I'd never manage to say the words. Now I can add 'lying to loved ones' to my rapidly growing list of sins. Oh dear, when will the madness stop? And to make matters worse, my pussy is getting all wet. What if he sees me dripping, or smells me in heat?! Why does he have to be so sexy and so well-endowed anyway? And why oh why are we cursed with this six-times-a-day medical treatment?!

Worse, what will he think of his wicked mother? Especially if he knew of the debauched thoughts going through my mind? It's all I can do to not turn around and check to see if he has a great big erection tenting his shorts. I'll bet he does!

He noticed some holes in her explanation, even if one disregarded her shaky and unconvincing voice. For one thing, if the clothes were being air dried then that would mean her skirt wouldn't be ready for hours. In fact, there wouldn't even have been time to wash and dry them in the machines before he and Katherine came down. But he decided that any further probing would only embarrass her further.

So instead he asked, "Oh. Well, what are you cooking then? Did you say you're making my favorites?"

Susan had been on the edge of panic, but with the change of topic it was as if a big weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She walked a few feet to the sink to wash some fruit, giving Alan a new angle on her butt, not to mention allowing him the delicious sight of her ass cheeks undulating as she walked.

She answered his question with an enumeration of what she was cooking. But she still thought, Oh dear! I dodged a bullet there with my lame lie, but I'm still cooking with a naked ass and Tiger is still standing right there! In fact, his voice has only grown louder, which means he's been getting closer to me. I can't bear to look, but he must be practically right behind me now! What'll I do? What if he reaches out and starts fondling my rear? I don't know if I'd be able to resist. I don't know if I'd WANT to resist! But I must! It doesn't matter what a cutie pie he is, or how well hung he is; he's still my son!