The Susan Chronicles - Volume 1

Well, it was Wednesday again. Susan's day off. The day Randall and Ron both work late. The day that Timothy spends the whole week planning for. Susan's favorite day!

As usual on Wednesdays, Timothy slept in and Susan spent the morning doing chores. Unlike most Wednesdays though, this time Susan had certain things on her mind. She was in the kitchen at the sink again when Timothy finally got around to emerging from his room.

"Good morning," she said, upbeat and perky, as he timidly walked into the kitchen.

"M-morning," he returned awkwardly. Not knowing exactly how the days was going to go.

"What? Cat got your tongue today?"

"No, just don't got nuttin' to say."

"Aww," she said. "Why don't you fix a bowl of cereal and we'll see if we can't find something to do in a bit, unless of course you're tired of hanging out with me already."

"N-no! Jeeze! Nothing like that!" He exclaimed. "I just don't know what to say."

"Don't know how to talk to women when you're not attacking them or raping them in their sleep?" she asked teasingly.

"It's not... I umm... shit!" He stammered, face turning red. "It wasn't like that!"

"I'm teasing," she said stepping close and giving him a light kiss on the cheek, "but yes it was. "Get something to eat and let me finish up in here, then I'll teach you how to get girls."

With that she turned her back on him, but not before glancing down to see how his package was hanging. She approved. It was ever so slightly outlined by his thin gym shorts. The ones he always wore and the one she hoped he always would. "Would? Wood?" she thought smiling to herself inside. "Pun intended," she thought.

After finishing up in the kitchen, Susan went into the family room where Timothy was on the sofa playing a video game. Twisted Mania, or metal, or something like that.

"Okay," she said sitting down on the love seat, "I think it's time we had a little talk."

"Ohhh," he moaned. "I hope you're not going to start acting like my mom."

"After what we've been through?" she said. "Not on your life!"

"Good, what do we need to talk about?" He asked, still apprehensive.

"The way you treat girls." she stated. "Starting with me! First of all, you don't get to just take what you want. In this case, it seems to have worked out for both of us, but it doesn't usually work that way and it can get you into a whole lot of trouble. Understood?"

"That's not what I read," he stated.

"Fist off, what did you read, and where did you read it?"

"I read it on the internet," he answered, "there are a lot of stories and forums and even a few chat rooms about it."

"Let me guess, porn sites?"

"Maybe. I guess," he replied.

"Oh! Silly! Those are not real stories. They are fiction, usually written by fat, sweaty perverts sitting at the computer eating greasy potato chips! I promise you most of those authors have never even been laid. At least not for free." She explained. "Do you really think you should be taking advice from them?" She asked him as his face started turning red.

"It worked with you!" he retorted defiantly.

After a moment's silence, she said, "Yes. Yes I guess it did," and this time she was the one at a loss for words.

"Okay look," she said in an attempt to regain control of the conversation. "What happened between us was rare and you shouldn't think that will work with others because I doubt that it will. Believe me on this. Now let's get back to teaching you what will work. What happened between us was pretty incredible for both of us, but it will come to an end. When it does, you need to know how to handle yourself around others. Understood?"

"So it's not done yet?" He asked. "I mean, us?"

He got her again. "Umm, it doesn't have to be, but we have to be very careful, and no one else can know. Understood?"

"Yes, you said that last week." He stated as he gained confidence. "Mum's the word, as long as you play ball."

"What? she exclaimed more than asked. "What the fuck does that mean?" She continued, amused.

"Just kidding, as far as you know," he laughed.

"Oh, funny boy," she laughed, "Now let's get back to our talk."

"The talk?"

"The talk!"

"Aghh! Okay fine!"

"Now what do you remember about last week that worked on me?" she asked, knowing he would get the wrong answer, but she knew that getting him to answer the questions would work much better than just telling him.

"Well, you really seemed to like it when we did it hard," he stated.

"That was after we were well into the deed," she returned. "Now what do you remember about last week that I liked first? When you first realized that maybe you had a shot? When I first relaxed and let you start having your way"

"When I first started to put it in?" he asked.

"That was good, but that was after my guard was down. What got me to put my guard down?" she asked.

"Umm. Hmm. Let me think." he said and after a moment, "The back rub?"

"Bingo!" she exclaimed. "Most women can't resist a good back rub. Especially after a long day, or week, but it has to start innocent. You can't just start groping right away. It can cause most girls to pull back and then you have to start gaining their trust all over again. Now at what point did you think you could get away with a little more?"

"When you started falling asleep, I checked to see if you were awake, and when I thought I could go a little further, I did" he said.

"Oh honey, did you think I was really asleep? How sweet," she giggled.

"You were awake the whole time?" he gushed. "You sneaky bitch!" he laughed. "I should teach you a lesson for that!" He stated as he started to reach for her.

"Now, no name calling! And what makes you think you'll be doing the teaching?" she laughed with him as she grabbed his wrists, fully in control again. As he relented she released him and continued, "Now remember that once you start making a girl feel good, you have to keep going slow, but progress just a little at a time. If she gets uncomfortable, you have to draw back a little and start again when you think she's ready. If she tenses up again, maybe you need to wait until next time. It has to be at her pace. And don't think that just because you have a raging hard on that you can just push her."

"You liked it." he said.

"That's not the point," she stated. "I'm a woman, not a girl, but yeah, I did," she smiled a little wickedly. "On the other hand, If you see that she likes it, like I did, that's your ticket to ride." She said. "Now seriously, you have to go slow, just like you did with me. If she lets it happen, she lets it happen. But no means no! Understood?"

"Kinda like you let it happen?"

"Exactly, sweetie. But I had no intentions of saying no." She said laughing. "Some girls will. In fact most will at first. Are you ready for a practice run?" She continued, growing tired of the talk herself and starting to get a little wet.

"Fuck yeah!" he said jumping up off of the sofa.

"Now slow down!" she exclaimed, "We'll get there. Why don't you let me go upstairs and change and you can start by giving me another back rub. Take a shower, then come up in thirty minutes."

She headed towards the stairs with her back turned to him and a malicious smile on her face. She knew his cock would be achingly hard by the time he came upstairs, and there was always the risk he would do a thirty second jack off and explosion before coming up. "Oh well," she thought. "If he does that, he'll just stay hard longer for later."

Susan freshened up with a quick shower and dressed in the same blue panties that she knew he liked from the first time. Her husband Ron liked those ones too. She skipped the bra and tossed her short bathrobe on, then sat on the side of the bed waiting for him to show up. It had only taken twenty minutes, not thirty. She had left the door slightly cracked so that he wouldn't have to knock.

Timothy's shower had only taken five minutes. He hadn't stroked himself while waiting. He knew that would have blown his load if he did that and he wanted to give Susan every drop. He crept up the stairs early and watched as best he could through the cracked door as she got ready. When she sat on the side of the bed, he waited another two minutes and when he realized she was waiting for him, he knocked softly. "Susan?" he asked.

"Come in," she said, "What took you so long?"

"I'm actually early," he stated.

"Mmmm, I guess you are. Now sit by me and, well, you know." She said. She actually felt herself starting to get a little shy all of a sudden and her heart started to flutter a little in anticipation.

He sat beside her and neither of them did a thing a a few short moments that seemed like an eternity. That "Spiders and Snakes" song briefly crossed her mind and she smiled a little as she leaned towards him just a little. He did the same back at her. As they looked at each other the natural thing happened. Their eyes locked and they just leaned in to the kiss. He was awkward and had zero experience, but Susan knew exactly what to do and took the lead after that first awkward second as she realized he didn't know what to do. She opened her mouth and he seemed to understand that it was time to use his tongue. He was way too wet and sloppy, but she didn't mind. It was his first and she loved the fact that he was all in. She rolled back onto the bed dragging him down with her and he seemed to know that he need to roll a on top a little. They kissed and made out for several minutes before he started fishing into her robe. He almost lost it of course when he realized there was no bra and she was making this easy for him.

"Gently," she said as he started grasping her small but wonderfully fleshy tits. "Okay, yes! Just like that!" she encouraged and went back to kissing him. It seemed he couldn't decide between the left and the right and just kept going back and forth. She reached down and started rubbing his cock through his thin shorts, a different and clean pair, and after a few strokes, reached in and gently took it in her hand, slowly stroking.

"Oh God!" he said, "you're going to make me lose it!"

"Can't have that yet," she replied and let go. "Let's get on the bed a little further." And with that they released each other and climbed up onto the bed properly. Susan lay down on her back with her robe slightly open. Her panties showing and one breast partially, but not completely exposed. It was the "come and get me" pose if there ever was one and Timothy started to climb aboard.

"Wait!" Susan exclaimed. "Let's take it a little slow at first."

"Why?" he asked. "We both know what's going to happen."

"Because sometimes a girl wants it hard and fast, and other times she wants to go slow." She answered. "You need to learn both."

He slid back off of her and she leaned in for another kiss. The petting got a lot heavier and a lot quicker this time and Timothy found himself reaching down to rub Susan's wet pussy. He slid his hand into her panties and was amazed at how wet it was. "How long do I have to wait?" he thought.

About that time Susan put a hand on the back of his head and started gently pushing it down towards her thighs. He was a little confused at first before it dawned on him what she was indicating. He had only read about these things up until now.

He let her guide him down between her legs as he got onto his knees and then gently kissed her moist panties. "I love blue panties," he thought. "She's totally wet".

He moved her panties aside with one hand and then started kissing her wet pussy. Susan shuddered ever so slightly at the initial touch of his lips. After a little kissing, he took a couple of light and gentle test licks as he tasted a woman for the first time. This time her shudder was quite pronounced and he knew he'd just done something right. Like a good puppy, he eagerly went to town, eventually getting his tongue almost all the way in.

"This is fucking awesome!" he thought.

"This is fucking amazing!" she thought. She had her first orgasm very quickly as the thrill of being someone's first added to the excitement. It wasn't a long, drawn out orgasm, but she had one just the same causing juices to flow as he lapped them up.

"Enough of this!" she thought as the post orgasm tickle made her squirm and wiggle. "I want fucked!" And she reached down and started gently pulling him upwards. He responded and climbed right up and started pulling his cock out.

"Take them off!" she ordered and as he did she took advantage of that moment to pull her panties off as well. As Timothy started climbing back on top he looked at her in amazement.

"Jeeze!" he thought. "She's completely naked and I'm getting ready to fuck her and she wants it!"

Well, she wasn't completely naked. She still had the robe on, but it was thrown wide open, so there was nothing left to the imagination. He was getting the real deal, and he was right. She did want it.

This time when he pushed his prick into her, it slip right in.

Susan gasped, "Oh, God, you feel so good!"

Timothy stopped with it all the way in for a second or two before slowly pumping in and out. He began to pick up speed little by little.

"Oh, yes! Mmmm," Susan gasped several times as Timothy kept picking up speed. Pretty quick he was pulling almost all the way out and hammering back in all the way, the whole time maintaining speed.

"Don't slow down, don't slow down," Susan said. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, "Ughooohmmmnnn! YES!" she screamed as she had one of her rare crushing, crashing, long lasting orgasms.

As soon as she finished Timothy began to cum. He thrust it in all the way and stopped there as he unloaded for all it was worth. Then he crashed down on her panting.

As he began to roll off of Susan, she ordered, "Don't pull out! I want you in me a little longer." And with that they both fell asleep for awhile.

Susan woke up first and panicked just a little as she glanced towards that clock. "Whew!" she thought. "Plenty of time." She let Timothy stay on top of her a few more minutes as she enjoyed the moment. His erection had long since faded away as he slept and is cock had slipped out allowing both of their juices to make a mess of the sheets. "I'll need to do something about that," Susan thought. Fortunately she kept a good mattress protector on the bed at all times. She and Ron fucked a lot and he was pretty damned good too. She wasn't tired of it and never would be. This was just different. A diversion.

Timothy woke up, and unlike the last time where he just kept getting hard over and over, he seemed to be spent. He rolled off and seemed to not know what to do next.

"Go clean up," Susan said. "I need to do that too."

"Okay," he said and slipped his shorts back on.

He left the room and Susan took another quick shower and dressed in her normal jeans, shirt and tennis shoes. After that she washed the bedding and did some other household chores while Timothy seemed content playing video games, or whatever it was he was doing in the bedroom.

Around 8pm Susan started feeling a bit horny again. Ron and Randall wouldn't be home for over an hour.

"Plenty of time." she thought. She thought about it a moment longer and quickly changed into a short skirt with no panties. She put her favorite tank top on, sans the bra. She knew she looked amazing as her perky little nipples always poked through when she went bra-less in a thin top. At least Ron's reaction was always favorable and she'd seen Randall, her son's friends eye-fucking her before when they caught a glimpse. Of course on those occasions she had always gone and put a bra on, effectively ending their teen fantasies. Timothy was the first one she had ever fucked or even seriously thought about fucking, even though it did ever so slightly turned her on when she caught the other boys staring.

She went down stairs to see if she could get a reaction out of Timothy and as she approached his room she overheard him on the phone saying, "I shit you not! Really!" Just then as he saw her he said to whomever he was talking to, "I gotta go. No! I just gotta go! BYE! Jesus Susan, stop sneaking up on people like that!"

"Who were you talking to?" she asked.

"No one. Just a friend."

"Friends aren't no one," she stated. "I do hope you haven't told anyone. That could create a lot of problems for both of us. Especially you" she continued.

"Of course not!" he exclaimed as his face turned red.

"Great!" she thought to herself. "He's blabbing. I hope it's not someone Randall knows."

She was still horny though and that little incident had not put a damper on things at all. "Too late to turn back now," she thought.

"Do you like my outfit?" she asked, redirecting the conversation.

It seemed like he had just noticed, as his skin tone rapidly returned to normal.

"Yes," he gasped standing quickly, "you look great!"

"Good," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.

"We can't do it this late, we'll get caught!" He exclaimed.

"We have just under an hour." Susan said, "Remember when I said that sometimes you have to take it slow?"

"Yes, I get it. That was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"We'll this isn't one of those times and sometimes you have to take it fast." she said, just looked into his eyes. "It's called a quickie."

He was a little slow to pick up on it. You know. Inexperienced teen.

"Ahhh!" he exclaimed finally getting the picture. He reached out taking her by the wrists, much as the first time, but this time there was no resistance. No wrestling. She just let him guide her straight to the bed.

She turned her back to him and bent over the bed. He realized she was not wearing panties, pulled his cock out and went straight for the target.

Just as he touched her with the tip, "Stop!" she said. "You have to get me we first."

He stopped, puzzled for a second, then it dawned on him. "Lick it, dumb ass!" he thought to himself and he immediately dropped to his knees and started greedily slurping away.

"Not too long", she said. We only have a few minutes. "You'll need to do me hard and cum quick!"

With that he stood up and slipped it in. He only got a little ways in and met resistance. "In and out slowly and a little deeper each time," she instructed. And who was he to argue?

As he began thrusting, she started with the ooohs and aahhs. He liked it this way, but he wanted to see her face, so he pulled out, spun her around, pushed her back on the bed and climbed back on. She wanted it hard from behind, but as long as he was giving it to her, who was she to argue?

"Next time though," she thought very briefly, then forgot about everything but the moment as Timothy slipped it in all the way and started fucking with gusto.

He liked looking at her tits poking through the tank top.

"She doesn't even have to be naked to be hot!" he thought. He was lasting a little longer than normal, likely because he had spent himself earlier. This allowed her to cum again, even though she just expected a quickie.

"Oh my God", she thought to herself just as she was starting to cum. "I'm letting him fuck me on my son's bed!" but she came anyway. Timothy came right after she did.

"Hurry up and grab something to clean this up with! We can't make a mess in here!" she exclaimed. He did as he was told, they cleaned up, and she left to go back upstairs.

The front door opened just as she went into the bedroom. She didn't have time to clean up. She quickly put some panties on. Black ones. She hastily put a bra on then went downstairs to greet her main men.

"How was your day?" she asked to neither of them in particular.

"It was good," Ron said and Randall just waved and went to the kitchen.

"We going to bed early tonight?" Ron whispered in her ear. "I know you like Wednesdays and I'm starting to look forward to them too." he said quietly.