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Chapter 161 But... Won’t That Leave You Naked?
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Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Susan? Sweetie? I can hear you in there. Can I come in?"

The two of them turned and stared at the door. They would have panicked except that they instantly realized the scratchy voice could only belong to Suzanne. And it made sense that she would have come upstairs by now.

After Susan got over her initial shock, she said, "Suzanne?! I'm not decent."

However, her words came too late because Alan was within reach of the doorknob, and as she spoke he unlocked and opened it. "Hi, Aunt Suzy."

Susan's first reaction was to flee and cover herself, but Alan's opening of the door was so quick and unexpected that she realized that, in the time she had, breaking the hug would only expose herself even more. So she pressed herself tighter against him. She hoped that since he was mostly between her and the door, Suzanne wouldn't be able to see much of her, although it was painfully obvious that she was completely naked and hugging her clothed son.

Suzanne walked in. She smiled and teased them playfully, "Well, well, well. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No! Absolutely not!" Susan protested as she squeezed herself closer to her son, inadvertently pressing his boner even tighter against her lower tummy. "Nothing at all! It's not like it looks! Uh... We're just having a little talk."

Suzanne looked down at the way Alan's hand was kneading Susan's bare ass cheeks, and raised a curious eyebrow. "Normally, I would have to snicker about that, but I won't. Besides, I heard a little bit through the door just now. Something about my Sweetie not needing me after all?"

Acting as if it was no big deal that Susan was completely nude and being fondled by her son, Suzanne closed and locked the door behind her. Then she walked past the hugging duo to sit down on the edge of Susan's bed.

Susan, with Alan's happy cooperation, jostled him bit by bit so the two of them could pivot some without breaking their hug. They kept at it until Alan was between Suzanne and Susan again. Susan didn't want Suzanne staring at her naked backside, especially while Alan's hands were holding and caressing her bubble butt.

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All the while, Susan's body pressed into Alan's in the most delightful ways. He especially loved how her boobs seemed to cover his entire chest. He could actually feel heat coming from her erect nipples through his thin T-shirt.

As they shuffled around, Susan said to Suzanne while blushing profusely, "I suppose you're wondering why I'm naked..."

"Nah. I got it on the phone. I gather Sweetie burst into your room while you were naked and you haven't had a chance to put your clothes back on. Or something along those lines."

Susan said, "Yes, sadly that's the case. I'm afraid he's been acting in a terribly improper manner. He has to understand I have boundaries."

"Not a problem. We'll just have to take care of the horny bugger." She surreptitiously inhaled deeply, and approvingly noticed the smell of Susan's arousal pervading the room. She beckoned Alan closer with a crook of her finger.

He immediately disengaged and went to Suzanne.

Susan grabbed the towel from the bed, where it had been thrown after Alan dried her, and wrapped it about herself. (She might have worn a robe, but subconsciously she knew that she was sexier in just a towel, which had more potential for naughty accidents.) She hurried into the adjacent vanity area for a moment to check her coverage in a full-length mirror. When she was sure that her 'private parts' were covered and that her hair was OK, she returned to the two of them.

Suzanne had been busy during Susan's brief absence. When Susan walked back in, she found Alan and Suzanne sitting next to each other on her sofa. Suzanne's blouse was completely unbuttoned in the front, with her boobs hanging out. Alan still wore his T-shirt, but his shorts were now off and Suzanne was stroking his stiff boner with both hands.

Susan was still more shocked by Suzanne's arrival than aroused, so she complained, "Suzanne! What do you think you're doing?!" But she wasn't feeling prudish enough to actually leave the room, or even avert her eyes.

Suzanne loved to tease. Her tone was joking but friendly. "Susan, you should know what this is called by now. You can say I'm jacking him off. Or you can call it a handjob."

"I know THAT! But I mean, in my bedroom! And Ron! You can't do it here, 'cos this is his bedroom too!"

"Susan, as for this being his bedroom, come on, look around. Do you see any signs of him except for a picture or two?"

Horrified, Susan noticed a big wedding picture of Ron and herself taken on their wedding day. Feeling like Ron was staring at her through the picture, she walked over to it and placed it face down. She was also reminded of her wedding ring, but she tried hard not to think about that, or its implications.

Meanwhile, Suzanne was saying, "He spends more time sleeping in airports than he does sleeping here. This is YOUR room, decorated just how YOU like it. I'm the one helping Sweetie with his problem at the moment, not you, so what's the problem? And I told you Ron will be busy for a while. The guys'll probably be gabbing for an hour or more about quarterbackers and linebacks and all that stuff."

Even though Suzanne was driving Alan wild with two hands sloshing their way up and down his erection, he felt the need to correct her statement. "Quarterbacks and linebackers, actually, Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne winked. "Whatever! It's true that I hate football, but I knew that much at least. I was just testing ya."

He decided that was probably true, since he believed she was knowledgeable about almost everything.

Susan stood transfixed for long moments, just staring at Suzanne's stroking fingers and only barely hearing the explanation about Ron being busy next door for an hour or more. She licked her lips and her heart beat much faster when she saw pre-cum start to dribble out and wet Suzanne's fingers.

After a while, she asked Suzanne, "Why is your blouse opened in front?"

Suzanne acted as if she could hardly believe she had to answer such an obvious question. "Oh, come on. Surely you know the only way to properly jack off a thick, long, powerful cock like Sweetie's is with your top off. Especially in your case. It's well known how much he loves your big breasts."

With a large towel around her, Susan at least looked covered up, but she didn't feel covered up. The towel was wrapped tightly around the top of her massive melons, but with this talk about how Alan loved her rack, it somehow slid down in her hands until her nipples were barely covered. She felt like she was effectively naked, especially in her lower privates, because the towel hung a few inches off her body and didn't even touch her ass cheeks. Her cunt was throbbing and leaking, and she felt like everyone could see the rivulets of vaginal fluids flowing down her legs. (Actually, this was true, although the others politely pretended not to notice.) She regretted not cleaning her thighs while she'd been in the bathroom.

To add to her consternation, one of the few places where the towel touched her was at her nipples, and the material rubbed against them in agonizingly delightful ways with every move she made.

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But she hardly noticed those things because she was so absorbed watching Suzanne's handjob technique. She did just manage to have enough wits left to complain, "Suzanne, this isn't right. Even if Ron's gone, you can't do this here, like that."

Suzanne pretended to misunderstand. "You're right. Alan's big slab of man meat could blow like Mount Vesuvius at any second, and we could make a big mess. God knows that thing squirts like a public fountain. Susan, could you be a dear and take off the rest of my blouse? You know what they say about spilling one's seed on the ground. Thank goodness our faces and chests are here to save him from sin."

Susan walked forward as if in a trance. She stood next to Suzanne, who obligingly turned a little, and unbuttoned her blouse from the backside. That put her in much closer proximity to the handjob. She could hear every last juicy squish as Suzanne's magic fingers worked their way up and down without pause.

Suzanne, still acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, asked Susan, "Could you take my skirt off too? It's an expensive one, and you know how Sweetie's spermy seed can fly just about anywhere. I don't want it stained like Monica's." (That was a reference to Monica Lewinsky's stained blue dress that had led indirectly to President Bill Clinton's 1999 impeachment trial.)

Susan asked with worry, "But... won't that leave you naked? Completely naked?!" The thought of that tremendously excited her for some reason, especially since her gaze was glued to Suzanne's sliding fingers.

Suzanne smiled. "No worries. In my rush to come over here, I happened to be still wearing panties." She made eye contact with Alan, and winked. "Crazy, I know."

Feeling like a zombie or under some enchantment, Susan finished undoing Suzanne's blouse and then got to work on removing her skirt. Oh God! Tiger, shooting his spermy seed! That's so HOT! I can practically feel his sinful seed shooting onto my skin!

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