Chapter 118 Poolside BJ

Extra Long Chap

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The next day at school, Alan found that not only was he not distracted by sex as usual, he was able to throw himself into schoolwork with abandon. And that, at least, was a good thing, because his grades had been seriously sliding recently, with college applications and big tests coming up for him later in the semester.

His favorite teacher, Gloria Rhymer, pronounced herself pleased at his new demeanor, but secretly she was disappointed. Has he overcome his horniness? If so, there goes my chance to "help him out." Well, maybe it's for the best. I knew the excuse to help him sexually with a medical problem had to be too good to be true. Besides, that was just a fun fantasy of mine.

But then things changed a bit for the better for Alan after he came home from school.

Suzanne had a chance to be alone with him outside by the pool, and said, "You went a little overboard with your mother the day before yesterday, Sweetie. But, on the other hand, she went overboard yesterday in the puritan direction too. We have to strive for some balance. Are you feeling up for a little penis polishing with my tongue?"

Alan thought about what she'd said while giving her a good looking over. She was wearing a sexy red bikini, while he was still in the T-shirt and shorts he'd worn at school. She looked fantastic, like some kind of Playboy centerfold posing just for him. As if that wasn't tempting enough, she pulled her bikini top away from her body in a very enticing way.

Furthermore, he knew that Susan was out shopping (probably to avoid him, he figured), and even Katherine wasn't home. So this was a golden opportunity. But he didn't feel any stirring in his loins.

So he said, "I dunno. It sounds good... But I'm still bummed. I almost feel like I have to force myself, to keep up my daily average. Which I totally screwed up yesterday, by the way. I only came four times!"

Suzanne snickered.

"What?"

"Sorry, it's just that you act like that's nothing, but I'll bet there are a lot of kids your age who didn't even do that much."

"I know, but they're not literally required to cum six times a day, every single day! There are times like this when it takes all the fun out of it."

Suzanne felt guilty upon hearing that because she was the one who had chosen such an outlandishly high daily target. She thought, Why did I do that, anyway? Six is way too much. My logic was that if it was a crazy number like that, it would be easier to get Susan and Angel involved in helping him, since it would be such a 'desperate' situation. But I think I was also just getting greedy, imagining him fucking me that many times a day like some kind of endlessly capable stud. Men aren't like women; they just can't cum that much in one day. Frankly, I'm amazed and very impressed that he's done as well as he has.

And now he says that his high daily target is taking the fun out of sex. That's no good. I've gotta do something about that!

They were both sitting at a table in the shade, with Suzanne on one side of the table and Alan on the other. But Suzanne suddenly picked up her chair and moved it until she was sitting right next to him. Then she reached into his shorts, fished around for his penis and began stroking it. True, it was flaccid, but she figured it wouldn't stay that way for long.

He complained, "Aunt Suzy, you can't just DO that!" Normally he would have loved it, but he was still in a funk. He also worried that his mother would see them and react badly.

She snickered, "Actually, it turns out I can just DOOO that. I did just do that. In fact, I'm still doing it, aren't I?"

He looked around with worry. "But what about Mom?"

"You know as well as I do that she left to do some shopping just before you got home. And she's been so, well, let's just say preoccupied lately, that she hasn't been shopping for a while, and the kitchen cupboards are practically bare. I assure you, she'll be gone a good, long while."

Even as she talked, she managed to pull his shorts and underwear down, so his bare ass was on the seat and all of his privates were hanging out. That enabled her to rub and stroke his boner more easily, and with two hands instead of one.

He hadn't resisted that one iota, and even lifted his ass up when she wanted him to. But still, he complained, "Maybe so. But what if she finds out somehow anyway? Won't she have a fit?"

"She might," Suzanne conceded, untying her bikini top and letting it fall. "But she'd have a fit as much from jealousy as from moral outrage. She's given me the green light to help you, in theory, but in practice I think it would be very tough for her to see it or hear about it, given her current state of mind. She longs for your cock so much that she'd probably break down and cry from sheer frustration."

Still attempting not to get aroused, he tried to avoid looking at the way Suzanne's fully exposed tits were jiggling around. It didn't help that she leaned forward to better get at his boner, causing her firm globes to swing forward practically against his shirt.

He gulped. His penis was slowly engorging.

Yet he persisted, "Well, I wouldn't want to lie to her about it if she were to ask how I did and what I did to reach my daily target. Do you want me to tell her that you jacked me off by the pool while she was shopping?"

Suzanne was all grins. "No, I want you to tell her that I sucked your cock by the pool while she was shopping." She didn't actually bend over to suck him, but she ostentatiously and hungrily licked her lips.

He gulped again.

But he plowed on, "And I do have my own issues. Like this whole adultery thing she's been talking about. I know this is a real personal question, Aunt Suzy, but don't you feel guilty about cheating on your husband?"

That was such a serious and daunting topic that she actually let go of his penis to answer, even though she'd just managed to get it hard. "No. There's a history between us that you don't know about - some things I've never told anybody, not even Susan, and I never plan on telling. As far as I'm concerned, Eric and I are roommates living in the same house. We keep up appearances so Amy and Brad can have a welcoming house to come home to, but that's it. I have a high sex drive, so why should I go completely without for years on end just because my husband is a total ass?"

"Wow! I never knew. I mean, I knew things were bad, but I didn't think you were that angry at him."

Suzanne nodded sadly.

"Do you two ever even kiss? I've never known what goes on behind closed doors."

She shook her head. "NOTHING goes on behind our closed doors, not for years and years." She took his dick back in her hand. "As far as between you and me, I say that anything that happens between two adults is fine, as long as both are okay with it and the actions don't hurt anyone else. And you're definitely an adult in my book, as well as legally. As long as Susan, Ron, or the others don't catch us, why can't you and I have a little fun, since you have to reach your daily target anyway?"

With that thought, she went back to jacking him off. His penis was only half hard, so she had to revive it.

He asked, "You mean, anything is okay so long as you don't get caught?"

"I didn't say that! But just as it is sometimes okay to lie - you know, white lies - sometimes even quote illegal or immoral unquote activities can be okay, and even commendable. Like revolutionaries toppling a corrupt government. It all depends on context. And in this context, your Aunt Suzy says that helping you with your problem is very okay."

Since she was still having a difficult time getting him completely erect again, much less fully engaged mentally, she took his hands and brought them to her bare breasts.

But even that didn't seem to have much of an effect, as he continued to stare off into space.

So she asked, "Sweetie, what's wrong? You're not that worried about getting caught, are you? Don't tell me that playing with your old auntie has gotten boring already."

That stirred him from his daze. "What? No! No way! Never! Never, ever, ever. It's just that... Well, I'm really worried about Ron coming back. I mean, that's gonna ruin everything. Is there any way you can, like, delay him or something?"

"No, I don't think so."

He insisted, "But you can do anything with your schemes! I mean, seriously. You're awesome!"

She smiled, but wanly. "Maybe so, right around here, but my 'powers' don't exactly extend all the way to Asia."

"Oh, come on. You always find a way."

She pondered that (even as she kept stroking his increasingly stiff cock), and then conceded, "Okay, true. If I thought it was a total disaster, I probably would come up with some kind of scheme to keep him away, like telling him that we all have a terrible infectious disease or something. But that would carry a lot of risk, especially since Susan wouldn't be in on it. But I'm not gonna do that, because I don't think I need to do that. Your mom is on an inexorable path now. It can't be stopped. She loves you too much. Now that the physical barrier has been crossed, it's only natural that she loves you physically too. And the same goes for you and your love for her."

He sighed. "I wish it was that easy. But there are all kinds of problems. My father, and the fact that they're married, for starters." He spoke with renewed urgency. "Aunt Suzy, if you can't stop him from coming home, can you at least stop him and her from getting intimate very much?"

She just smiled, and kept on playing with his erection. "Don't worry; that's not gonna happen. I would cook up a scheme if that were a problem, but it's not. In fact, I can pretty much 100 percent guarantee that won't happen."

"Really?! Wow! Why? How? What do you know? Or is it something that you're gonna do, or something that's gonna happen?"

She raised a hand to still his rash of questions. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you why I know that, at least not yet. But I can give you a clue. It's something about him."

Alan was very puzzled by that. "What? I'm stumped. Is he too obsessed with his job or something? Why the hell does he spend nearly all his time overseas, anyway? If I had a wife like Mom, I'd never leave town, ever. Hell, I'd never leave the house! And I really mean that!"

Suzanne chuckled. "I'm sure you do." However, she worried that he was getting too close to the subject of her suspicions about Ron, so she needed to distract him. She abruptly pulled his chair away from the table, even while he remained sitting in it. Then she dropped to her knees between his legs.

"Oh man!" He closed his eyes and grasped the top of her head with both hands as she engulfed his cockhead. The resulting surge of pleasure was so intense and so great that his entire body tingled, and his toes actually curled.

He felt a tremendous sense of relief, and exhaled heavily. All of his tension and worries seemed to disappear as his body was flooded with sheer pleasure, thanks to what she was doing to his erection with her lips and tongue.

As she sucked, he spoke his thoughts out loud. "Aunt Suzy, you're just too good to me! This is too much. I'm gonna die of joy! What did I ever do to deserve this?"

The fact that he didn't think himself worthy annoyed her, so she briefly pulled off to explain. "Sweetie, don't ever say that."

"But you're, like, this perfect goddess come to Earth, and I'm just some guy who-"

She cut him off. "Shush! You're my Sweetie, my special guy!" She was tempted to talk about her love for him, but she had difficulty in expressing that love. So, as she kept on licking his sweet spot, she said, "I have pretty strong, special feelings for you, okay? You're not just 'some guy!' Would I be here on my knees and wearing just my bikini bottoms, lapping at your nice long cock, if you were? Look! I love doing this to you, and to be perfectly frank, it has very little to do with your daily target. You mean a lot to me, so it brings me joy to make you feel good. Okay? Are we clear? GOOD!"

She went back to sucking his cock with renewed determination.

He almost laughed out loud, because it was as if she were lecturing him sternly and was almost mad at him, except that she was talking about why she liked to suck his cock so much.

As she bobbed steadily, using her extra-long tongue to great effect, he thought about what she'd said. Then he replied, "Okay. I get it. But the thing is, I feel the same about you. This isn't fair. Why don't you sit in the chair, and I'll get on my knees and lick you?"

However, she gave no response to that, but just kept on sucking.

Time passed. Alan always favored prolonging the fun and erotic joy as long as possible. But this time Suzanne appeared to have the same agenda, because she was extremely careful. When she felt him reaching an orgasmic peak, she slowed way down until his surge of arousal passed. At times, she simply kept his cockhead still in her mouth until she deemed he was ready to go again. She rode the waves of his arousal like some kind of expert surfer.

Alan felt like a king. He and Suzanne had been drinking glasses of pineapple juice before they had begun their serious talk. After a while, he rediscovered his glass in front of him, still nearly full. So he kicked back, sipped at his drink, and enjoyed the sight of his beautiful, sunny backyard while Suzanne kept on slurping and sucking at his cock.

Man! This is the life! This would be great even if she were as ugly as sin, because she's doing simply inhuman things with that snake tongue of hers, not to mention all the suction she's getting with that lip seal. Jesus! But somehow, knowing that she's got the body worthy of a famous model makes it twice as sweet! I can't see 'em now, but I can totally picture her huge tits swinging back and forth in time to her bobbing. And I'm not even having to strain with all that PC muscle stuff.

He took another sip of his juice. Hell, it feels like we could do this all afternoon! I feel invincible, like my dick could endure her tongue attack forever! And she shows no sign of getting tired, or even easing up. Incredible! About the only thing that could ruin this is if Mom or Sis came home early and saw us. But heck, with the way things are going lately, they'd probably want to join in!

He suddenly flashed to his recent masturbatory dream of getting blown by Susan and Suzanne at the same time, and felt a major surge of arousal as a result. Oh no! Too arousing! No, turn those thoughts off!

Shit! Too late!

The surge was so unexpected and powerful that he wasn't able to bring his PC muscle tricks to bear in time. Before he could even think to shout out a warning, he felt his cum flooding into Suzanne's mouth.

Suzanne was a trooper, as usual, and ably swallowed it all. When he was finished, there wasn't even a dribble of cum to be seen on her chin, because she'd consumed every last drop.

Feeling that her mission had been accomplished, Suzanne got up and returned to her seat next to him. Things seemed to go back to normal surprisingly quickly, except for the fact that she was still topless.

While Alan was still recovering, she said triumphantly, "So, kid, still thinking that having to cum six times a day can be a chore and a drag?"

He thought about what had just happened, and then he replied most emphatically, "Hell, no!"

They both laughed.

As his energy rebounded, he ran a hand through her long, curly, reddish-brown hair, and stared into her eyes adoringly. "Aunt Suzy, you really are too good to me. But don't take offense; take it as the compliment that it's meant to be."

She smiled from ear to ear, and sipped her juice too. "Well... Okay. Twist my arm if you must."

He liked that, and continued, "But when will I get to return the favor and go down on you?"

"Sorry, Sweetie; my pussy remains a no-go zone. We can't get too far ahead of Susan or she could really freak out. But on another note, I've gotta go do some things, some non-dick-hardening things." She grinned at that. "Do you think that what I did here will help inspire you the rest of the day, so you can keep your average up?"

"Hmmm. Well, to be honest, I'm not sure. Yesterday, I had this great masturbatory fantasy while I was taking my nap, and I came twice. I was all psyched up. But then I saw Mom sulking and looking so sad, and I lost all my zip. I'm pretty sure that'll happen again when she comes home."

Suzanne thought about that and realized that he probably had it right. She knew from experience that Alan loved his mother so much that when she was sad, it made him sad.

She considered the issue for a while, until she saw how to handle it. "Hey! I've got an idea! We can't sneak off to your room to play some more later because your mother might get suspicious, and we can't sneak off anywhere else and play 'cos you're afraid you might have to lie to her, right? Or she'll notice and get all uptight about it. Well, I just got a snazzy new digital camera not that long ago. What if I go back to my house and take some pictures of myself, print them out, and then give them to you? Then you can get off looking at them while doing your thing. If Susan asks, you can honestly say you were merely looking at some sexy porn."

"Cool! Aunt Suzy, you're just the greatest friend ever. I swear, you're better than having a second mom. I don't deserve you."

"No you don't, but you're stuck with me," she joked.

So, while Alan went to take his usual afternoon nap, Suzanne went back to her house. In the privacy of her office, she took a series of X-rated photos using the camera's timer function. Then she printed them out and hand-delivered them to Alan's bedroom by the time he woke from his nap.

Alan couldn't believe how arousing the pictures were. There were over two dozen, forming a striptease sequence, going from completely dressed to the nines in a variety of sexy outfits to completely naked. Suzanne was in her element in the pictures, because she loved to show off and tease.

If the pictures weren't sexy enough in and of themselves, Suzanne had also taken the time to write little notes on the backs of each one, making all kinds of tantalizing comments and promises. She'd included a note making Alan pledge not to share them with anyone else, and to keep them in a safe place. He had no trouble complying with that.

For instance, on the last photo, which was of her in her birthday suit, stretching an arm up in the air, she wrote:

"I can't believe how hot taking these pictures has made me. Thinking of you stroking yourself while looking at them steams me up even more! I think I'm going to have to do a little stroking of my own, thinking about you. Hope you like them. S."

Alan thought, I really am in some kind of Bizarro World now. Why on Earth would a woman like Aunt Suzy get off thinking about an ordinary kid like me? She's not a mere mortal woman - she's a sex goddess! And to say "Hope you like them" - she must be out of her mind. Anyone would love them! Heck, I could probably sell these to any porn mag for big bucks. Not that I'd ever betray her trust like that, but they'd be good enough. Jesus!

Looking at the photos, he found himself with an uncommonly strong erection. He had a great climax masturbating to the pictures. He would return to them to cum twice more before that evening.

Now that his libido was restored, he felt less guilty and worried. Before long, he even resumed his fantasies about Susan and Katherine.

As he waited for dinner, he thought to follow up on Akami's recommendation and look up more information on the Internet about the PC muscle. Suzanne had already been helping him with that, but he found detailed exercises that helped him even more. They explained different ways he could strengthen the muscle, which in turn could give him greater control over his orgasms. Since he didn't have much else going on, he put more effort into strengthening his PC muscle, with the hope that better days would lie ahead.