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Susan was proud of her ability to get Alan's penis erect just about any time or place she wanted. That pride compelled her to answer Amy, and soon she was explaining in great detail the techniques that she used.
Katherine joined in with her own advice as well.
It was interesting information for Alan to overhear. He hadn't realized all the thought and strategizing that went into their flirtatious actions until he heard them described so clearly.
The women talked a lot about clothing. Susan said, "Amy, the key is what you wear, or, more importantly, what you don't wear. Now that you're one of Tiger's elite cocksuckers, and his official girlfriend to boot, no doubt you're going to find yourself naked and on your knees quite frequently."
"Rad! I love being naked!" Amy bent forward and listened more intently to discussions of one of her favorite subjects: nudity.
"We've all noticed that," Susan said with a smile, but some chagrin as well. "However, sometimes it's sexier not to be completely naked. Your mother was just talking to us about this yesterday, and I think she was spot on. You know the saying 'It's not the having; it's the getting'? Well, it's kind of like that. It's sexy to reveal yourself bit by bit. That's why stripteases are so popular. So you don't have to always throw all your clothes off right away, even though we all know how much you love to do that."
Susan continued in a motherly manner, "Remember that our goal, and now it's your goal too, is to keep Tiger's penis hard all day long, so he can achieve his six-times-a-day target of prolonged stimulations, getting his penis pleasured for hours on end. Preventing that dangerous sperm buildup through hours of sucking and stroking; there's nothing more important than that."
Amy nodded but asked, "Why is his cum so dangerous? I don't get it."
Susan lectured earnestly, "Amy, perhaps 'dangerous' is overstating it a bit, but for a superior male like Alan, blue balls are a painful, dreadful thing. We've got to get that cum out of his balls and into our mouths, or on our asses, chests, and faces, or he'll suffer something awful. If this psychologist understands anything at all about superior men, and your mom assures me she does, she'll see why all of us have to help with this never-ending task."
"I really don't see what the big deal is with blue balls. It's not that..."
Amy's voice trailed off, because Katherine was furtively waving at her frantically from across the table. Katherine certainly didn't want anyone to correct Susan's notion about the dangers of blue balls, and neither did Alan.
Before Susan could go off on a big lecture, Amy quickly corrected herself. "Well, actually, now that I think about it, that does sound pretty bad! Gosh, all that cum trying to get out of his swollen balls - that's scary! It's a good thing we're all working so hard to keep his thingy well drained." She spoke very convincingly, with wide, frightened eyes, as if she were talking about a dreaded disease like the Ebola virus.
Then she quickly changed the topic, hoping to stop Susan from continuing her blue balls rant. "But Aunt Susan, what do you mean about not going naked? Should I just walk around in only my miniskirt? Is that what you mean? That would be a total bummer!"
Susan answered, "No, no, no. Not like that. The keys are flaunting your assets and having variety. For instance, look at this dress I'm wearing. This is a bit of a tough one, because look how caged my tits are."
Susan grabbed her tits through the dress, lifting them up and to the side several times. "You see? There's no way for them to escape - unfortunately. But there's more potential down below."
She traced her hands along a high cut in the cloth that went up her side past her hip. "You see this here? I can use this to my advantage. Look what happens when I bend over."
The voluptuous mother got out of her chair and bent down until her face nearly reached the seat of her chair. Her ass hung high up above the rest of her body.
"My ass is still thoroughly covered. But if I sway a little bit..." - she did so - "the cloth falls to the side and half my ass is exposed. And from where Tiger is sitting, he can not only see one completely naked ass cheek, but he can see my shy kitty peeking out too. Can't you, Son?"
Alan spoke up from across the room. "As a matter of fact, I can. Not that I would be looking, because that would be impolite."
They all laughed.
Her pose was making Susan so wonderfully horny that she stayed bent over. She could feel pleasant tingles all throughout her body, but especially in her nipples and pussy.
Katherine added more advice. "So you see, Amy, how wearing some clothes can be sexier than just total nudity?"
Amy nodded, seemingly paying very close attention to every word.
Katherine explained further to Amy, "Not only that, but there's something that isn't Mom's forte, at least not yet, and that's verbal innuendo. For instance, since Mom serves us dinner, it would be nice if, while she's bent over like that, she asks him, 'Tiger, would you like something to eat? Some of your mother's pie for dessert, perhaps?'"
Amy appeared confused by that, so Alan pointed out, "Some of these things are clichés. A 'pie' or 'hair pie' is another name for a hairy pussy. But hey, the funny thing is, clichés work every time. At least they do for me. Just like I could never get tired of the view that Mom is still giving me."
Susan wiggled her naked ass in Alan's direction, but then stood up. "Now Amy, Tiger may say that he'd want to stare at my ass forever, but variety is the spice of life. You have to keep doing new things. Don't stay in one position too long, if you want his cock constantly hard and yummy - er, I mean - well, you know what I mean."
She added as she spread her legs, "Remember that you always have lots of tough competition for his visual attention, from Angel, your mom, me, or whoever else is around. Since Tiger is such a well-hung yet kind and loving stud, there will always be plenty of sexpots eager to guzzle down his seed. At home we're all friends, so that's not a problem. But at school you've got to stay one step ahead of all the big-titted babes to keep your official-girlfriend position."
Amy frowned with apparent worry.
Susan straightened up as she went on with growing enthusiasm and arousal, "Keep an eye on his package. His dong. His willie. I'm learning lots of new names for it lately, and I love 'em all! See how hard it is. Half the time it's out of his shorts anyway, and then you can really keep an eye, or even better, a hand, on it while you flaunt your body." Her excitement and arousal were growing by the second.
She said saucily, "And another thing. I may not be good at double meanings, but one thing I've learned is that it's good to play the innocent. For instance, if I bend over like I was before" - she did it again - "it turns Tiger on even more if he thinks that my display is accidental."
Amy asked, "Is that true for all men in general, or just him?"
Susan shrugged, unconcerned. "Who cares about other men? I just know what works for my sweet boy." She beamed in Alan's direction.
Amy asked, "But how can we play innocent when he knows we're all a bunch of horny nymphos who are dying to get our hands or mouth on his thingy at all hours of the day or night?"
"Good point," Susan said, treating this topic as seriously as an impending heart attack. "That is a problem. You have to be more creative. Like right now, we're pretty much pretending he isn't here. That can be sexy. It makes it seem as if he's a fly on the wall, like a guy peeking through a hole into the girls' shower or something."
She continued, "Actually, as an aside, that's a good idea. Angel, don't you think we should drill a hole in the wall so Tiger can spy on us while we're showering?"
Katherine's eyes lit up. "Oooh. Excellent! Even if he didn't use it much, I know it would get me all hot and bothered every time I showered, just thinking that he might be watching. Unfortunately though, his room is across the hall from the bathroom."
Susan frowned. "Hrm. Let's think about that. I'm sure we can come up with something... Where was I? Oh yes. Knowing that something isn't completely real doesn't take away the fun. For instance, if I dressed up as an innocent schoolgirl and protested loudly while he took advantage of me, I bet that would turn him on."
"You know it would!" Alan agreed wholeheartedly. "This whole lesson is such a turn-on. Not that I'm here in the first place."
The others giggled at that.
Katherine chimed in, "We're lucky that he loves role-playing so much. Actually, we all love role-play. So, really, the sky's the limit. You saw the fashion show. Dress up as a nun or, I dunno, an astronaut. Anything! The key is creativity. Don't get in a rut and do the same thing over and over. Be creative."
Amy nodded. "M'kay. This sounds like fun, but it's also kinda tough. Why not just get totally naked and get down to business? Wouldn't that be even more fun, and a lot easier?"
"Sometimes, yes," Susan conceded. "But Tiger has a flair for drama. We all do here; it seems to run in the family. You have to compare the brute force method with creativity. Right now, all three of us could just drop to our knees, shuck off all our clothes, and beg that he fill us up with his sweet cum. That's the brute force method. It may be good once in a while, but as I said before and I'll say again, variety is the spice of life. To keep my Tiger erect and spewing cum twenty-four hours a day, it takes a big bag of tricks and techniques. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Meanwhile, Alan was so aroused that he was driven to unzip his fly and pull his hard-on out of his shorts.
Susan continued explaining to Amy, "Remember what I was saying before, how an accidental display can be more fun. It's also fun to act like you're being forced to do something. Here, let me demonstrate."
After some fussing about, she managed to open her dress just enough to leave her topless. She stood there and said, "Amy, you can see how showing off my big hooters gets him excited. Look. His eyes are glued to my chest. That's good. Since you're a big-titted babe, you can take full advantage of that. But watch this."
Susan put on a tormented expression. "Oh no! What happened to my shirt? Where did it go? Here we are in the middle of a crowded, fancy restaurant and my shirt has ripped completely open and fallen to the floor! What'll I do? This is so embarrassing! Somebody help me! Doesn't someone have something I can wear? No?"
She put her hands near her chest in a protective gesture, but in fact, purposely, her hands didn't manage to cover the bulk of her tits.
She wiggled her whole body as if in great agitation. "Look at how everyone is staring. Please! Don't stare! It's not my fault. I was just wearing a sexy top, but when my nipples got hard, they strained the fabric too much and it ripped open like tissue paper. Oh dear. Look. People are taking pictures! Tiger, please! Help your mother! Quick. Come here and cover my tits with your hands! They're all staring at your mommy's big bosom!"
Alan was so inspired that he got up and put his hands on his mother's tits. He didn't cover them up so much as tweak her nipples. His shorts were low on his thighs and his erection bounced all over.
He was a sucker for role-plays and immediately got into the spirit of this one. He asked with grave concern, "But Mom, don't you think all the people in this restaurant will find it strange that a son is touching his mother's big tits?"
"Oh, you're right. Then let's not let them know you're my son. Quick! Kiss me on the lips so people will think I'm your girlfriend."
The two of them lip-locked for a few minutes, throughout which he continued to maul her tits. Meanwhile she placed a hand on his exposed erection and began jerking him off.
When Alan broke away from the kissing, he looked around at the imaginary audience in the pretend restaurant and commented with mock doubt, "I don't know, Mom. They're not buying it. They're still staring. They think you're my mother because you're older." He deadpanned, "Not to mention the fact that you mentioned that you're my mom a couple of times."
"Oh! Dear me." She pulled his shorts down further until they fell to the floor. She announced in a loud voice to their imaginary crowd, "If I were his mother, would I be doing this?"
She began to jack off his projecting boner openly, using two hands in a way that everyone could see. As both fists slid up and down his erection repeatedly, she exclaimed, "I'm just his girlfriend. One of many!"
She squealed in delight at that thought, at the idea of being a member of what was essentially his growing harem. "He can have an older girlfriend, can't he? Would his own mother jack him off so eagerly? Or do I also need to suck on his fat stick to convince you all?"
They could have kept going in this manner, but, in a sense, she was too successful. She bent down to take his shaft in her gaping mouth, but Alan had to stop her and pull away because he was about to cum. He made it clear, though nonverbally, that he needed to take one of his strategic breaks, which caused their role-play to come to an end.
Amy and Katherine applauded Susan's expert performance, clapping loudly.
Susan took a prolonged bow, which she used as an excuse to flaunt her heavy swaying tits even more. Then she finished with a few more words for Amy.
"See how effective that was? Note that the fantasy doesn't have to make complete sense. Of course something like that could never happen in real life. But look at how much more aroused he is than he would have been just from me flashing my tits. He literally couldn't help but come over here and explore my body after the way I enticed him. Not only that, but it got me so hot, too, that my whole body feels like it's burning up, even now. I was imagining being naked in front of a crowd of people in a crowded restaurant, with my Tiger ravaging me like a feral beast..."
She closed her eyes and drifted off into a mental continuation of her fantasy. Her recently voiced concerns and her desire to see the psychologist seemed completely forgotten, at least for the moment. She was in thrall to her lusty desires.
Although Amy appeared to be very impressed with all of this, Katherine was secretly miffed at just how good her mother was getting at arousing Alan.
The teasing lessons continued throughout the rest of dinner and afterward. Katherine and Susan flaunted their bodies every way they knew how, supposedly to demonstrate more methods to Amy. The dessert, which consisted of small bowls of blackberries and blueberries with quinoa, smothered in a smooth dark chocolate sauce, gave them even more opportunities. Each would take turns extravagently licking every drop of the sweet sauce from one of their berries before suggestively suckling it in their mouths.
Together they kept Alan so aroused that he found it hard to eat dinner, even during the rare times when he wasn't being jacked off by at least one of the three women (and those were rare indeed). He finally had to ask them to stop because his cock was getting chafed from all the rubbing, to the point that he began worrying that it might be put out of commission.