6 Times a Day

Susan was left alone with her thoughts. She still couldn't really fathom what her friend had just told her. The fact that Suzanne had said she was about to go off and play with Alan's penis hardly registered, compared to everything else. Dear Lord, is this some kind of test? Give me strength, Lord. Please! Why is this happening to me? Why did this bizarre medical situation have to happen to our family? Why couldn't Tiger just get chicken pox or the mumps or something like that?

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Susan was lost in reverie, contemplating "the penis in the abstract," when her thoughts were broken by the sound of another voice. "Wow, you two look really good."

Susan realized with a horrified start that it was Alan, standing just a few feet away from them. She turned her head and looked up. "Tiger? Son? What are you doing here?! How long have you been standing there?!"

She'd lost all track of time and realized that he must have just returned home from school. She was mortified that he might have heard them talking about his penis. Plus, she felt completely exposed and naked, since she was unfamiliar with wearing a bikini.

"I just got here a second ago. Why? Is there something private going on?"

Susan was relieved to hear that, but she was still shaken. "Yes there is. Can't you see that Suzanne is sunbathing nude?"

Alan looked over at Suzanne's breasts as Suzanne lay 'sleeping' on her side. In fact, those exposed breasts were the main reason he'd come out to the pool in the first place, so he could get a closer look. He also wanted to see his mother's new bikini. Just to see her in any kind of bikini was a great treat. But he felt bashful in the face of his mother's prudishness, and didn't want to gawk. He turned away from Suzanne, and said dumbly, "Yes, I can see that."

Susan looked at her son's crotch and noticed a long bulge practically threatening to pop open the top of his shorts. She thought, Look at that big thing! A month ago, I hardly even thought of Tiger as having a penis. Now, it's everywhere! I could practically reach out and touch it. She nervously bit her lip.

Suzanne came to Alan's rescue, suddenly not so asleep after all. "Chill out, Susan," she said as she opened her eyes. "I don't mind if you look, Sweetie. It's just going topless, for crying out loud. Millions of women around the world go to public beaches like that every day. After all, we're trying to sex things up, right?"

He nodded. "Right. Cool. So can I hang out here with you guys?"

"Sure. No problem, Sweetie."

He smiled nervously and sat down on an empty lounge chair.

Susan let the situation be, but she was far from comfortable about the propriety of it all. She was actually more worried about Alan looking at her in her not-extraordinarily-revealing bikini than she was worried about him looking at her topless best friend. She cursed his bad timing, since she was extremely aroused and her nipples showed it. She worried that he could also smell her wet pussy.

She thought, I don't know about this. I feel so naked. Heck, I am effectively naked! The last time he saw me this exposed, he was masturbating and he climaxed all over my big breasts! Twice! But then, he also saw me completely topless when we were with Akami. Oh dear. I guess I'd better get used to flaunting my body at him like this. Suzanne says I'm going to need to give him a handjob every single day!

Alan put on sunglasses and kicked back on his chair, staring at the two knockout MILFs from behind his dark shades. He tried to act cool and casual, but he really was terribly nervous. However, the sunglasses gave him some confidence by hiding his eyes.

After a minute or so, he said, "Aunt Suzy, it goes without saying that you look really good topless. But Mom, you also look stunning. Wow. I love your bikini."

Suddenly, Susan felt much better. There were few things she loved more than compliments from her son. She sat up and unconsciously preened a little, posing at an angle that made her fantastic rack look even more impressive.

She stared at the bulging crotch of Alan's shorts from behind the anonymity of her own sunglasses. Bursting at the seams was the perfect description, because that's exactly what it was doing, creating a huge tent in his lap as he sat. She couldn't tear her eyes away.

All the while, she said to herself, The penis in the abstract. The penis in the abstract. That is not Tiger's penis. The penis in the abstract...

Then he took his T-shirt off and Susan felt butterflies in her stomach as she admired his muscles, which had grown increasingly impressive in recent months. He certainly didn't have the weak physique of a typical "nerd." All he has to do is take off his shorts, and he'll be buck naked! With his great big fat dick standing up tall, needing help! Lots and lots of help, with my hands! Suzanne says it's not a sin. In fact, she says it's my motherly duty!

After a few minutes, Suzanne sat up and leaned over, putting her hands on her knees. She said, "Sweetie, I couldn't help but notice that you have a raging hard-on and it shows no sign of going down."

He said with embarrassment, "How can it? Ever? Not with you two looking like you do!"

Suzanne smiled at that, and Susan did too. Then Suzanne gave him a sultry "come hither" look, and purred, "Would you like me to take care of it for you now?"

Before he could reply, Susan bolted up from where she lay. "Here?! Now?! Suzanne, you can't do that!"

"Why not?" Suzanne got up and moved over to Alan's lounge chair. She sat down right next to his groin.

Susan was in a panic. "You can't! For one thing, we're outside! For another, there's me!"

Suzanne lazily ran her finger up and down the bulge in Alan's shorts. Without looking Susan's way, she responded, "So what? True, we're outside, but this property is surrounded by so many trees and high fences that we have total privacy. And as for you, I figured you'd want to look and see how it's done."

Susan frantically waved her hands, sometimes making a 'halt' gesture. "Me?! No! Please! I could never do that!"

"But you saw last night. You watched while I lovingly fondled my Sweetie's big hard cock!" She quietly hissed the word "cock" with extra-sexy force as she stroked his bulge even more blatantly.

That word hit Susan like a body blow. She wanted to cry, her nipples and pussy called out for attention with such desperate need. She protested, "That was different! I only got a brief look, and from a distance."

"That's not what I remember," Suzanne said. "Didn't you get a good look at me doing this?" She held Alan's bulge tightly so his erection stuck straight up and out with almost no slack fabric to conceal it's lewd shape. Then she started sliding her fingers up and down it.

Susan panted breathlessly, "Please! I'm his mother! Take this inside and leave me some peace!"

Suzanne had pretty much started the handjob already, a fact Alan and Susan both most certainly noticed. But all three of them were also aware that there was a big difference between stroking him through his shorts, or directly skin-on-skin. Suzanne made eye contact with Alan and winked. "We can do that, can't we?"

He nodded. He wasn't even completely sure what he was agreeing to, but if Suzanne wanted it, he figured it would be very good indeed.

Suzanne let go of his stiff pole and stood up. She raised her arms and stretched, but positioned herself in such a way that Alan got to fully enjoy the view of her bare chest as her huge globes bounced and jiggled back into position.

Then she turned to Susan and said, "Okay, we'll go inside. However, I think it's vital that you watch and learn, so you can learn how to stroke your Tiger's big boner all by yourself."

"I... no..." Susan stammered, her heart pounding hard.

"Remember what you need to do to him on Tuesday, in any case."

Susan frantically hissed, "Shhh! Please don't talk about that!" She was embarrassed beyond belief about what she was supposed to do with Tuesday's "abnormality check."

"Tell you what," Suzanne continued. "I know you're shy about this kind of thing. We'll move to the living room and both face the fireplace. That way, you can watch, or not. It's up to you."

"Or NOT!" Susan said defiantly, with her arms unconsciously crossed over her ample rack. "I'm going to stay right here, thank you very much! Some things are just too improper to even be contemplated!"

"Suit yourself," Suzanne said flippantly. She took Alan's hand. "Come on, big boy. Let's go help you get rid of all that tasty cum building up in your balls."

He was so giddy he felt he'd float away before he could reach the house.