Susan and Suzanne had come to the hospital in one car, and dutifully walked Alan to the big minivan after he was checked out. They were calm and collected, just in case someone might be looking. (Katherine and Amy had traveled to school in a separate car because, as cheerleaders, they needed to get to school earlier for their pre-game warmup. Now they were traveling home together in that same car.)
However, no one was within earshot, so their conversation was anything but normal. Susan said to Suzanne, "Tiger was TOTALLY making out with Christine! Just a few minutes ago!"
Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow. "Really? Sweetie, is that true?"
Alan tried to downplay the incident. "Well, uh, you know how we're going out on those practice dates? We were just kind of... practice kissing."
Suzanne grinned. "Uh-huh. I'll bet. What do you think, Susan? Did that look like a 'practice kiss?'"
Susan replied gleefully, "They were definitely winning the tonsil-tickling award! Goodness gracious, it was so hot! They were going at it like it was a matter of life and death. And you should have seen the way he was kneading her firm ass cheeks and pressing his stiff cock into her tummy! Mark my words: it won't be long before she's screaming and cumming on his cock!"
Alan looked away in embarrassment. Even though it HAD been like that, he protested, "It wasn't like that! We were just... practicing." But he knew how lame that sounded.
Susan smirked as she sauntered her way through the parking lot, pulling him along. "Sure, Son. You just keep on 'practicing' with her. Practice your pussy taming especially. Next time I see you two, I wanna see you lying on top of her, 'practice spearing' her tight little cunt with your big fat cock!"
He looked around nervously. He had been going to complain about her lack of discretion, except it was obvious that there was no one else in the parking lot within hearing distance. Just the same, he griped, "Ssssh! Lower your voice, at least!"
Suzanne said, "Son, that sounds like you're having a lot of fun. Good for you. I'm sure you're excited after the fight and all. But this is the same Christine who presents you with so many thorny, intractable problems, right? Have you resolved those?"
"No," he admitted. He hung his head in defeat, feeling miserable. "I'm just making things worse. The problem is, I simply can't help myself around her."
Susan said to Suzanne, "Hey, don't put him into a sad funk. He's still running on adrenaline from the fight, I'm sure, and I've got all kinds of ideas of how we can put that energy to good use."
Suzanne smiled. "I'll bet you do. But Sweetie, we're definitely going to need to talk more about this Christine situation before long."
He nodded glumly.
By then, they'd reached their car.
Susan made sure that Alan sat with her in the back while Suzanne took the driver's seat. Susan was unable to give Alan the kind of kiss she really wanted to give him for fear that someone could see through the window, but she ran her hand through his hair and said, "Thank goodness that's over. Now the loving healing can begin. God, Son, I wish I could kiss you. And not just any kiss, but a real loving Mommy-slave kiss! I wanna make out like horny teenagers. Kiss me like you just kissed Christine! Suzanne, can we kiss like that right now? Please?!"
"Not like that. Not yet."
"Oh, poo!" But Susan's face brightened as a new idea came to her. "What about a blowjob? Then I'll be down below the windows. Tiger, are you up for a blowjob? Would you like to throat fuck your anxious but horny Mommy all the way home? A good cocksucking always brings me great peace of mind."
Alan grinned and unzipped his fly. "Sure."
But Suzanne said, "Hold it! Can you two wait at least until I get out of the parking lot? Sheesh!"
"But the tinted windows," Susan said as she reached for her son's crotch.
"Behave!" Suzanne said in a near yell. "Tinted windows or not, you're his mother. It's too risky. Just wait a few minutes already. Sheesh."
Susan moaned and crossed her arms under her huge breasts in frustration. She kept her eyes homed in on Alan's erection, which was poking through his fly. It took all of her willpower not to reach out and start stroking it.
Suzanne looked in the rear view mirror and made eye contact with Alan as she drove the minivan through the parking lot. "I'm sure I speak for both of us when I say we're really, really proud of you. You more than held your own against great odds. Not only does that make me proud as a mother, but it makes me really damn horny as a lover, to know that my man is strong and brave."
Susan nodded her head. "I can't agree enough with that. Son, I'm so PROUD of you!" When she said "proud" she closed her eyes briefly and seemingly almost climaxed. She was beyond antsy with sexual need for her "victorious" son.
Alan sighed. "Thanks, but I don't really deserve that. It was mostly Christine, to be honest. I was just holding on for dear life. I was so freaked out, and, well, basically scared shitless." His mind was still racing from the fight and the aftermath. He didn't have sex on the brain and his penis was softening to only a half-hard state despite the promise of an imminent blowjob.
"You're too modest!" Susan protested strongly. "I just know in my heart that you were the big hero. You're MY big hero! And heroes deserve to have their cocks sucked by their big-titted mommies. A lot!" She giggled excitedly as she wantonly stared at his crotch.
He was going to protest that, but Suzanne said to him, "Let her have her fun and think what she wants to think. It makes her happy."
Alan could see Suzanne's point. So he just said to both of them, "That reminds me: this blowjob idea is great and all, but I've gotta warn you that I don't feel like my normal self. I feel weirded out somehow, excited, and horny, but also kinda light-headed and weak. The doctor warned me that I'm probably gonna feel a little freaked out for the rest of the day. He even said 'freaked out'. So I don't think any kind of big sexual Olympics are in the cards. I think I'm just gonna chill out and take a nap when we get home."
Suzanne said, more to Susan than to Alan, "That's okay. We can be patient and understanding. Can't we, Susan?"
Susan nodded like a chastened child agreeing to a punishment.
To help pass the time, Susan relayed almost word for word what Lars had told her. The well-being of her son came first, and she was very determined to make sure everything was done right to ensure he was fully healed and back to his normal self as soon as possible.
Suzanne listened very carefully. By this time, the minivan was traveling at high speed on a major road.
With her explanation done, Susan began fidgeting with excitement so much that it seemed like she was going to fall out of her seat altogether. She kept jerking her hand towards Alan's crotch, only to pull it back. She looked to Suzanne in the front seat with great expectation, waiting for permission.
Alan found her behavior endearing and more than a little bit amusing.
Suzanne wanted to stall for some more time, fearing that she'd get too aroused to drive if Susan and Alan got hot and heavy in the back seat. But seeing Susan's eager look, she didn't have the heart to delay any longer. "Okay, Susan. Knock yourself out."
Susan sighed with contentment as she bent over and took Alan's penis in her mouth.
His shaft was still only half-hard, but it quickly hardened the rest of the way as she worked her tongue around and around his cockhead. He still wasn't in the mood that much, but that was rapidly changing, as Susan's enthusiasm was infectious.
Suzanne sighed in frustration and envy as she continued to drive. "Susan, what's with you and blowjobs? I do all the hard work around here and you get all the fun. You spend half the day with his cock down your throat and him pawing your big milky tits. I deserve my share of cocksucking joy. I should be the one in the back seat with my Sweetie filling my mouth this time."
Alan asked her, "Why aren't you? You really did a bang-up job, Mother. Why not have Mom drive while you have a little fun?"
"I'd love to," Suzanne said, "but frankly, I'd worry about my safety. Susan's bound to get 'so hot!' for one reason or another. Heck, just the sound of me slurping would probably push her over the edge. And then she'd get so excited and carried away that she'd crash the car. No thanks."
"Good point," Alan admitted as he briefly reached out and stroked his mother's long dark brown hair, encouraging her. "But when we get home I'm gonna treat you like a queen and give you lots of orgasms, 'cos you really did great."
Suzanne smiled. "Thanks, Sweetie. But you're the one who did great, you and Christine."
He had been feeling somewhat aroused because he was also stressed out and jittery, hurting from his injuries, and thinking about many different things. But after a minute or two of Susan's tongue and lip work, he felt a surge of lust that surprised him by its intensity. "Um, gals? This is weird, but I'm like... really, really horny all of a sudden. I mean, not just 'I'm enjoying a great blowjob' type horny, but more of a 'I wanna fuck a dozen women for hours and hours' kind of horny! God, this feels AWESOME!"
Susan let out a happy "MMMM!" as her tongue worked around his cockhead. She wasn't going too fast or furious because she wanted to enjoy this blowjob all the way home.
"I've read about the horny part," Suzanne replied. "It's in lots of romance novels. Heroes often go nutso about sex after winning a fight. I'll bet there's a lot of truth to that."
"DAMN, yeah!" He grabbed Susan's head with both of his bandaged hands and encouraged her to go faster and deeper.
Suzanne, though, was still frustrated at having to drive. Susan tended to make a lot of contented "mmmm!" noises during her blowjobs, and this time she was especially loud, not because she was trying to be inconsiderate to Suzanne, but just because she was so ecstatic she couldn't contain herself.
Suzanne turned on the radio. "Lady Marmalade" by Labelle was playing. She liked that tune, and she saw through the rear view mirror that Susan started bobbing her head to the funky rhythm. But when the song ended, she changed the dial to a classical station. However, even Beethoven's soaring Ninth Symphony couldn't drown out all the moaning, mmmm-ing, and slurping coming from the backseat.
Suzanne was slowly going out of her mind. For one thing, she could detect the smell of sex already coming from the back seat, and that heady aroma affected her as if someone had put a vibrator on her clit. She rolled down her window, hoping that would help, but it didn't. She took off her dark red jacket, hoping that would help cool her off, but that didn't help either.
She tilted her rear view mirror so she could peek in on the action, but since Alan happened to be sitting directly behind her, she couldn't see much. All she could see was Susan's back and her long mane of hair as she bobbed up and down. But that was enough to whet her desire. She knew EXACTLY what Susan was feeling. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open, because she was tempted to close them and luxuriate in recalling vivid memories of Alan's thick dick sliding in between her own lips and stroking into her throat.
She suddenly slapped the steering wheel, to shake herself up as much as anything. "Dammit! Don't have... so much fun back there!"
There was no answer. Alan had his eyes closed and was lost in the exquisite pleasures of Susan's tongue work. Suzanne thought, Boy, that sounded stupid. But enough with the orgasmic slurping already! When am I going to make it home?! When, when, when?!
Her pussy was gushing with her cum, so much so that it had leaked through her panties and was dripping down onto her expensive skirt, which was part of an ensemble. Impulsively, she lifted her ass and pulled her skirt down her legs, and her sticky panties for good measure. Then, with another glance to the rear view mirror to check out the back seat action, she began intermittently diddling her clit with one hand while holding the steering wheel with the other.
I'm gonna get us all killed, but I can't help myself! I'm worse than Susan! I have to admit, seeing my brave Sweetie take on all those brutes and more than hold his own makes me even HOTTER for him than I already was! I didn't even know that was possible. Susan's right - he needs to be rewarded with lots of blowjobs and more! I need to massage his cock with my cunt for hours! He's so STRONG and MANLY!
She checked her emotions, trying to get back under control. I need to shut up. I sound worse than Susan. Here I am, like a schoolgirl gushing over her very first crush.
She looked down at her busy fingers. And gushing is the word! If I don't slam this car into a tree, we're all gonna drown in my pussy juice!
She breathed a huge sigh of relief as the Plummer and Pestridge houses finally came into view. She hit the garage door opener early, zoomed right into the Plummer house garage, and closed the door fast.
But Susan either didn't notice or didn't care that they'd arrived, and just kept on sucking. She was totally blissed out making her favorite "reverse lollipop" move, over and over again.