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Susan and Suzanne sat next to each other on stools at the kitchen counter, dressed in ordinary clothes. It was about eleven in the morning and they were the only ones in the Plummer house.

They had just freshened up after finishing their usual morning exercise routine together, and they were chatting about what their children were doing.

Suzanne said, "So, Sweetie is at the beach with his friends, eh? That\'s nice. But you say he\'s been there for a few hours. That\'s a problem."

"A problem?" Susan asked in confusion. "I think it\'s fine. You know Sean and Peter. They\'re good friends."

Suzanne spoke in a very concerned voice, even though she didn\'t mean it. "True. But think about it. Whatever beach he\'s going to, there are bound to be plenty of young hotties there wearing skimpy bikinis. And think about his medical condition. I\'ll bet his penis will be aching with need most of the time, if not the whole time. He\'s going to get an awful case of blue balls, for sure. By the time he gets home, he\'s going to be backed up with sperm like nobody\'s business."

Susan frowned with worry. "Can you, uh... help him when he gets home?"

Suzanne pretended not to understand, just to force her to be more explicit. "Help him?"

Susan said with embarrassment, "You know... With his, ah, special problem." Seeing Suzanne\'s blank face, she burst out, "You know! Help him cum! Please?"

Suzanne nodded. "Ah, yes. Of course. And sure, I\'d be glad to help out. But I already told you my plans." Having anticipated this problem of her own making, she\'d already told Susan that she was very busy today, and would have to be leaving shortly. She was trying to arrange matters to sexually corrupt Susan as soon as possible. "Unfortunately, it\'s going to fall squarely on your shoulders this time. You\'ll be the only one home."

Susan\'s face turned red as she considered the possibilities. Her mouth watered as she imagined kneeling before her standing son, endlessly bobbing on his thick shaft. "But... I can\'t do that! The abnormality check is one thing, but this isn\'t that. I shouldn\'t even be doing that much! And what about Ron?" Thinking about her husband startled her so much that she almost fell off her stool. "Oh my goodness! RON! My husband! He\'s golfing now, but he could be home soon!"

She looked at Suzanne with renewed determination. "Suzanne, you\'re my best friend. I really need your help! I\'ve been weak and soft, and helped Tiger far too much already. I have to remember that I\'m a married woman, and a good Christian! Not to mention, I\'m his mother!"

Suzanne had told Susan that she would be spending most of the afternoon at her house working on her financial investments. So Susan pleaded, "Can\'t you help him out this time? Please?! You can do your stock trading any old time, can\'t you? Can\'t you at least take a break and come over here for just a little while when he comes home?"

Suzanne dishonestly replied, "I wish that I could help you out, I really do. But this isn\'t a matter of stock trading. Heck, the stock market isn\'t even open today. Look, it\'s too complicated to explain, but there are some financial dealings that need to be completed before the end of the business day today. I need to work undisturbed for several hours. If I take a big, sexy break during that to stroke, fondle, and even suck on Sweetie\'s enormous erection, I won\'t be able to get things done in time. It\'s as simple as that. He\'s not like most guys his age. He doesn\'t cum in five or even ten minutes. You really have to work at it, and earn his sweet cum loads."

Her financial dealings excuse was total bullshit. It was true she did spend a lot of her time managing her money, but she didn\'t need anything done today. However, she needed an excuse to force Susan into a corner.

Even though Alan\'s sexual stamina was more hype than reality, at least at this point, Susan was buying into Suzanne\'s hype. That\'s so true! He\'s a special young man, isn\'t he? But Suzanne is right: the harder the struggle to get him to cum, the more satisfying the spermy payoff! She started to get dreamy and aroused as she recalled what had happened on that fateful Tuesday.

Suzanne concluded, "Besides, what if I were to help him today? That only delays the inevitable for you. You\'re going to need to get more involved in helping him or he\'ll never reach his daily quota on a regular basis. That\'s a plain fact. I can\'t do it all. You need to do something, at least. Even after suffering blue balls all that time, Sweetie will probably be flaccid when he gets home, since the penis is a fickle thing and it needs immediate visual or tactile stimulation."

Susan stared at her best friend with pleading puppy dog eyes. "But I... I can\'t! Suzanne, Ron is here, in town! Can\'t you at least help out more until he\'s gone? I\'ll... I\'ll do anything! I\'ll even bake you your favorite strawberry pie!"

Suzanne smiled at that. Susan baked really great pies. But she said, "Thanks, but you know I\'m watching my weight. Anyway, you need to help him with visual stimulation, at the bare minimum. Hopefully, you can do more, if he needs it. It\'s for your own good, so you can get used to your new situation, where you\'ll be getting naked and comfy with him all the time. Remember, it\'s NOT a sin, and it\'s not cheating, since you\'re helping him with a genuine medical problem."

Susan thought to herself as if she was speaking out loud to Suzanne, I\'m not worried about that so much, to be honest. I worry that I\'ll enjoy it too much! I\'m not supposed to enjoy it at all. But lately, helping him out is practically all that I think about! I\'m turning into some kind of lewd and wanton woman!

Suzanne wagged a finger at her. "Promise me that you\'ll help him."

Susan sighed sadly in defeat, even as she tingled with growing arousal. "I suppose I can help with the visual stimulation. I can wear a sexy outfit or something like that."

Suzanne pressed, "If you won\'t help him by at least stroking his thick shaft to completion, you need to do more than just wear a sexy outfit. Remember, he\'ll be coming home after seeing teenage bombshells cavorting in bikinis for several hours. Even if he\'s not erect, he\'ll still be suffering from blue balls until he achieves release."

Susan frowned with worry. "Is that how it works?"

Suzanne flatly lied, "Yes." She continued, "You need to do a sexy strip tease, for starters. Then sit your naked body on his lap and rub yourself all over him!"

Susan gaped in disbelief, even as her nipples hardened and her pussy grew moist. "What?! I can\'t do all that! Suzanne, that sounds like something a porn star or professional stripper would do! I\'m just a normal, suburban housewife, and he\'s my son!"

Suzanne said gravely, "That\'s all true. But you happen to be a normal suburban housewife with a porn star body, and he\'s a handsome young man with a demanding penis that needs to be satisfied six times a day. Fate has put you in a situation where you have to use your remarkable body to help your son in his time of need. You really need to stop thinking of yourself as a normal housewife, because you\'re not anymore. I certainly don\'t claim to understand God\'s will, but it seems He has a special purpose for you. You need to face up to the fact that your son\'s penis is going to play a large role in your life, probably for a long time to come."

Susan considered that. Suzanne\'s right. But maybe this is a test. Perhaps God is testing me! Testing my faith or my loyalty, like in the Book of Job! So I need to resist! But God wouldn\'t want a mother to let her son physically suffer from a dread disease. So that doesn\'t make sense. (Thanks to Suzanne\'s constant hype, Susan was thinking of Alan\'s problem as a "dread disease" when it was far from that, even if one believed there was a problem in the first place.)

Suzanne sounded very sober and thoughtful as she suggested, "After his time at the beach, a mere sexy outfit won\'t cut it. Stripping out of a sexy outfit would merely be the warm-up. When you sit naked on his lap, I suggest you play some bouncy music and move to the beat. That\'ll help you relax. Make a particular point of rubbing your bare ass cheeks against the bulge in his shorts, if he\'s even wearing shorts. It\'s better still if his shorts are off and you directly grind and gyrate all over his erection."

Susan clutched her hands to her chest defensively. "Suzanne! What are you saying?! I can\'t do all that! I\'m a respectable married woman!" Her eyes bugged out as she thought about Ron again. "And what about Ron coming home?!"

Suzanne gave her a friendly grin. "I\'ll make you a deal. Even though I\'ll be busy with my financial paperwork most of the afternoon, I\'ll sit by my front window and keep an eye out for Ron\'s car. If I see it coming down the street, I\'ll give you a call, giving you plenty of time to get away. In return, you\'ve got to promise to get your son started with a sexy striptease, then stroke and suck him to completion!"

Susan gasped. "I can\'t do that!"

Suzanne frowned with confusion, as if she couldn\'t comprehend Susan\'s reluctance. "Why not? You already have. Several times."

Susan frowned sadly at her lack of willpower. "I know. But that was really just one extended time when I got weak. Well, mostly. Besides, that should be your job. I can get him excited - I don\'t mind doing that if I have to - but then you need to step in and finish him off."

She imagined Suzanne bobbing on her son\'s cock, and thought, Literally! She was getting increasingly aroused, despite her jealousy increasing with such images as well.

Suzanne responded, "Yeah, but I won\'t be there this time. And you\'re going to be performing an abnormality check on him when that comes around again on Tuesday, aren\'t you? So what\'s the difference?"

Susan spoke emotionally, "There\'s a BIG difference! An abnormality check is a clinical medical procedure, if done correctly. There\'s no passion in it, per se. Whereas, if I were to get started licking and sucking his fat, long, thick erection, pulsing and throbbing with life, hot to the touch, and so delicious, especially when he shoots his spermy cream in my mouth or all over my face... Mmmm..." She spaced out and licked her lips repeatedly.

Suzanne was secretly amused by Susan\'s barely repressed lust. But she continued to speak in a matter-of-fact fashion. "Okay, let\'s compromise then. if you\'re not willing to suck or even just stroke him this time, then at least you\'ll sit naked on his lap and churn all over his boner until he\'s ready to cum. In return, I 100-percent guarantee to alert you if and when Ron comes home. Mind you, the odds of that are very small anyway. The note Sweetie left you said he\'d be home in time for lunch, right?"

Susan nodded. She was fidgeting on her stool with arousal as it became increasingly clear that she was going to be helping her son again in a very sexual manner.

Suzanne pointed out, "Well, it\'s not even close to lunchtime, and you know how Ron eats at the golf course clubhouse. Since he\'s been in Asia for a very long time, I\'m sure he\'ll stay well after lunch, catching up with his old gang there. Helping Sweetie should go pretty fast, if he\'s gotten all worked up from his time at the beach."

Susan considered that, and admitted, "That\'s probably true. But even if there\'s a tiny chance of getting caught, that\'s too much! Suzanne, I know Ron hasn\'t been the best husband, but I still am his wife. You say helping Tiger isn\'t cheating, but it sure feels like cheating to me. And if Ron were to walk in on us, he certainly would see it as cheating! Wouldn\'t he?! In fact, he\'d see it as the ultimate betrayal, by both his wife and son! What\'s worse than that?! I can\'t do it! I can\'t!"

Suzanne stated firmly, "You can. It\'s better and easier if Ron doesn\'t know what\'s going on. But if he were to find out, I\'d just have to explain things to him and smooth it all over. You know how good I am at that. Once he finds out it\'s for Alan\'s medical needs, he\'ll come around, I\'m sure." (She definitely had grave doubts about that.) "There\'s nothing to worry about. You know me. Have I ever let you down? Have I ever made a promise I didn\'t keep?"

Susan thought back across the years. It couldn\'t be denied that Suzanne had come through for her again and again, even if she used "the ends justify the means" methods that Susan didn\'t approve of. They really were the very best of friends, and they had each other\'s backs. She sighed heavily. "No, you haven\'t. To be honest, I\'d trust your promises much more than Ron\'s. But still, even if you say it isn\'t wrong, it FEELS wrong. Especially with Ron home. I can\'t just prance around and take my clothes off in a lewd and shameful manner like some kind of sinful harlot! And churning my hips on my son\'s lap is out of the question. That\'s not me."

Suzanne pointedly glanced at the clock. "I really do need to get going. But I\'ll tell you what. You can do a trial run or two with me. I\'ll help you pick out something to wear, and get you psyched up and ready. Then I\'ll absolutely have to go and get started on my work. Remember, what you\'re doing is medicine. This isn\'t about your pleasure or even his pleasure; that\'s just an accidental side effect. Medicine comes in many forms, not just a pill. He NEEDS to cum, in the same way that you or I need to, say, pee or defecate on a regular basis. Imagine if you were suffering from severe constipation for days and days. You don\'t want your son to suffer like that, do you?"

Susan let out an even heavier sigh. She stood up from the stool, ready for Suzanne\'s instructions. "Of course not. Okay. Tell me what I need to do."

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