Six Times a Day Pt. 04

He wasn't sure if he was meant to respond, and he was enjoying his erotic high too much to want to speak in any case.

So she suggested, "You know what the problem is? I think your beast is still too confined. Let it roam free. We want to see you pull your shorts off. We want to see that very much." Her fingers were now pulling her nipple out towards him, making her tit look even more massive than it already was.

Alan momentarily wondered what she meant by "we." He gathered his wits and prepared to drop his shorts. "Good idea. Best to be safe. They were cutting off my circulation anyway." He slowly brought them down his legs.

Suzanne laughed. He's a natural. Sure, he's nervous, but he's not completely intimidated. Most of the men I'm with are twice his age and never get over being intimidated by my looks. Maybe it's because Alan grew up with his Aunt Suzy, he knows I don't bite. Well, not much, hee hee.

Alan stood up in the process of taking his shorts off. Now all he had on was a T-shirt. He wasn't used to standing with an unhindered erection and he felt awkward about it.

As he tried to move back into the same position in front of Suzanne as before, Suzanne deliberately moved her face forward a little, causing his penis to bounce off of her cheek.

"Sorry!" he nearly yelled, thinking that he'd been to one to bump into her. He staggered backwards and nearly fell over. He managed to settle back into his chair.

But she just wryly replied, "Be careful where you poke that thing." She caressed the spot on her cheek where the penis had touched and then shuddered, acting as if the mere touch had nearly given her an orgasm.

Alan realized he was on a razor's edge. One more slight touch or sexy thought or word was going to bring on an orgasm. Without explaining why, he closed his eyes and tried to block out all thoughts of Suzanne. He concentrated on his breathing until the worst of the orgasmic surge passed.

Suzanne smiled as she saw him finally open his eyes after a minute or more. "Looks like someone around here is getting too much stimulation." Suzanne made a pretense at pulling her kimono up over her shoulders and closing it, as if trying to calm things a little, but then she let it fall off her shoulder again as soon as she'd finished closing it.

She giggled. "Oopsie. Looks like you're stuck with Aunt Suzy's big ol' blinding white boobs. Think you can handle that?"

Alan was feeling much more able to go on now that surge had passed. He said, "I can handle it. And not only that, they're not blinding white. I prefer to think of them as ivory. And they certainly don't look old. However, I'm afraid I'm definitely going to have to agree with you about them being big."

Suzanne reached out and flicked a finger on his erection, causing it to sway again. "Ooh, looks like we've got a cheeky one here. Very well. ... Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself again while you look at the 'pictures'?" She made quote marks in the air as she said pictures, knowing full well he was going to be staring at her instead.

He brought both hands to his erection while asking, "You sure you won't mind?" He was so excited that he started stroking himself before she had a chance to respond.

"Why should I mind? I'm just here to help you achieve your daily target." She grasped at her tits with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at all. My chest is sore and needs a little massage. I think I'll just work on that."

He laughed. On the inside, she was nearly delirious with delight. This is like a dream come true! I can tell my Sweetie is going to be such fun in bed. And since we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before we go all the way. I only have to break down Susan's barriers and then I'll be able to play with this monster any time I like.

Despite Alan's great desire to stroke himself, he felt self-conscious with Suzanne on her knees, her nose practically touching the top of his penis head. His hands were covering his erection as much as stroking it. He was more squeezing that stroking.

Suzanne noticed this and said, "Stroke it for me, Sweetie! Think about my tits, my pussy, my face. Do it for me!"

He began rubbing his penis more overtly, but still slowly at first. Although Alan was sitting at his desk next to his computer, needless to say, there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer screen.

No way, he thought. I just cannot imagine how perfect Aunt Suzy looks! And her boobs are absolutely unreal! It would be like trying to hold a watermelon or basketball. No one has boobs like that ... except for my mother. To his surprise, the thought of his mother's boobs and then the jiggly red leather dress she was wearing suddenly greatly increased his horniness. He was surprised because he didn't realize he could even get any more aroused than he already was.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Suzanne said as she slowly jiggled her massive hooters. She sat up on her heels, shoving them forwards until they were inches from his erection.

He was tempted to reach out and touch them, but didn't know what to do and was afraid of being chastised by her. The pace of his rubbing increased.

"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed his hand pumping his penis. "You know what would feel even better? Someone else's hand. The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not. Are you feeling chafed?"

"Very." He laughed. "Very chafed." The notion of chafing sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it could happen to him.

She brought both of her hands to his erection. One hand held onto his and slowly pulled it away. That left her other hand wrapped around his shaft.

As she sat there with his throbbing hardness in her hand, she asked, "Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?"

That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own was so arousing that he was sure he was going to lose his load. He grimaced and braced for the climax to come.

But Suzanne could see what was happening and brought her other hand back to his erection. She squeezed the base of it hard, staving off the surge. "Not so fast, cutie," she cooed. "You don't want to miss out on a lot of good stroking."

However, even though Alan hadn't quite cum, he was overwhelmed by the close call. It was all he could do to hang on and keep his wits about him.

Suzanne realized this and was patient. She was continued to just gently hold his erection with one hand. She knew she had to be careful to make this first handjob experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent and he was right on the verge.

"Suzanne? You mean you're gonna give me a handjob?" Alan was so excited that his voice cracked as he said the word "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the very most embarrassing moments. He suddenly felt like he was twelve years old, and a complete idiot.

She had to suppress a laugh from his cracking voice, but then she broke into a wry smile. This is so much fun! Like taking candy from a baby. "Yes, I'm giving you a handjob. I'm going to jack you off."

"Susan... I mean Suzanne! That feels so good. Please help me. Help me every day..." he moaned. "I could really use your help."

She initially merely lightly fondled his penis, but the sensation of another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch felt amazing to him. Then she placed a finger under the base of the head where he was most sensitive, and began pressing and rubbing.

Belatedly responding to his moaning comment, she cooed as she rubbed, "Oh yes. Every day. Aunt Suzy's gonna help you every day. In fact, I can tell your Johnson and I are going to become very good friends. How would you like me to play with your dick every single day, for years and years to come?"

Alan let out a wordless moan of great pleasure.

She kept stroking, lightly and slowly.

But even though she was taking it easy on him, the things she did with her hands still brought him indescribable joy.

After a couple more minutes, Alan couldn't help but say, "Aunt Suzy, your hands. They're so good. So soft. So smooth. What you're doing... Oh, it feels so great!"

"That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your hot erection at all times, caressing it, stroking it, loving it. Not your own rough and calloused hands. We can't have any chafing, God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over the whole chafing idea.

The pace slowly built up, until he was eventually ready to blow. His eyes remained fixed on her swaying tits, or sometimes he would watch her fingers playing up and down his dick. But every now and then he would look away from these mesmerizing sights and see her face staring lovingly into his, and nearly lose it.

Her face was always close to the tip of his penis. Sometimes she would breathe on it, sending shivers up and down his spine, and other times she would judge him to be overstimulated and she'd pull back a little bit. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pole deep into her mouth, but she held back on that completely. She wanted to savor his seduction.

She was in control since he had little mastery over his own urges. She finally decided the time was right to literally bring his first handjob to a climax.

"You're almost ready..." she cooed as her hands suddenly started pumping fast in, squeezing his most sensitive spots. "Do it all over my big boobs!"

The cum began spewing forth as soon as she said that. Alan wasn't paying attention to anything but the incredible sensations coursing through his body, so he didn't realize at first that he was shooting directly into Suzanne's face.

That didn't slow her down, though - in fact, it inspired her. She pumped his erection for all she was worth. She loved him so much that she wanted to drain him completely dry.

A minute or two later, they sat back in post-orgasmic bliss, Alan resting in his chair and Suzanne still sitting on the floor, leaning up against his desk. In actual fact the handjob lasted no more than ten minutes, but to Alan it seemed like an eternity of bliss.

When she saw he'd somewhat recovered, she said, "Wow, that was some Internet porn, wasn't it?"

They both had a good laugh. Neither cared a flying fuck about the pictures at this point.

Alan wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence was the safest path.

CHAPTER 4

Alan sat forward and had a look around. He finally realized that his cum lay all over Suzanne's tremendous tits. Then he looked up and saw that even more had landed on her face. Much of it had hit her right in her cleavage. He wanted desperately to take his hands and explore the depths of that deep valley, rubbing his cum all over her mounds. The fact that she was still lightly panting, causing her cum-covered tits to heave, only increased his mental excitement.

But he dared not touch her, not understanding what limits there might be. Others might have been much bolder, but he was too inexperienced and shy to take the initiative. Further, he saw no need to push his luck as long as his penis was down for the count.

Suzanne said, "Okay, now it's time for you to REALLY tell me what happened during your medical appointment."

"What do you mean?"

She pouted, "After I do that to you, you still play dumb with me? I talked to Susan about it and she told a different story than the one you gave at dinner. For instance, you forgot to mention how Akami gave her a so-called breast exam."

"Oooooh.... THAT appointment."

Suzanne chuckled.

Alan went over the appointment again, but this time he didn't hold anything back. He and Suzanne often compared notes, figuring out what Susan mentioned and what she left out.

As Alan talked, he slowly found his erection reviving. Previously, the fact that Akami rubbed his penis was eventually tortured out of him only after repeated questions. But now he freely described Akami's ministrations in great detail and after a while he mentioned little else but that and the way Akami fondled Susan's chest.

Between his own words and the continued sight of his cum slowly trickling down Suzanne's body, his hands found themselves wrapped around his new hard-on.

But Suzanne said, "Don't touch it just yet. Leave that to me. Why do it yourself when you've got Aunt Suzy all addicted to your cock? You've won yourself a very eager cock stroker."

Alan could hardly argue with that. He pulled his hands away.

Suzanne added in her delightfully raspy voice, "But since you got your pleasure I hope you don't mind if I get off too." She thrust one of her fingers into her pussy, which unfortunately for Alan remained hidden under her kimono.

He couldn't really tell what was going on underneath, but he desperately wanted to find out. He reached out to adjust her kimono and give himself a better view.

But she chided. "Look, but don't touch. It's my great pleasure to give you stimulation, Sweetie, but we can't go any farther than that. So no touching me. After all, I'm your dear old Aunt Suzy, aren't I? This body has to remain off limits to you."

For maybe a week at most, heh heh, she gleefully corrected herself in her private thoughts. Then she told him, "Now, no pouting, and tell me more about how you really felt at the doctor's office."

Alan had pretty much told her everything already, but he didn't mind describing how Akami played with Susan's breasts in more detail, even though neither his nor Suzanne's hands were on his erection as he talked.

But before he could really get into it, there was a knock on the door. It was Susan. She said through the door. "Alan? Suzanne? You still in there? How it is going? It's been a while now."

Alan looked around for his shorts and started to reach out so he could quickly put them back on.

But Suzanne waved that effort off. Instead, without attempting to cover up or move from where she sat, she said, "Oh, things are CUMMING along nicely. Come on in, Susan."

Susan opened the door and stepped into the room. The first thing she noticed was Suzanne's pale white back. She didn't see any cloth above her waist and realized that meant Suzanne was completely exposed on her front side too. Then her eyes went to Alan and she figured out he was sitting in the perfect position to ogle Suzanne's bare chest.

As she stepped further into the room, she was able to see around Suzanne's back more until she saw enough of Alan to determine he wasn't wearing any shorts. Then she saw the shorts on the floor. She froze before she got enough of an angle to see Alan's erection, but she knew it was there from the lusty look on his face.

While Susan was surprised at what she saw, Alan was surprised at her too. He couldn't get over the outfit she was wearing. She looked like a teenaged girl about to go out on a hot date, with a black mini-skirt and a nearly skin-tight top that exposed her belly. She was blushing and both arms covered her chest, but that just made find her all the more arousing.

Suzanne hadn't turned around to look at Susan whatsoever, but she knew with certainty that Susan was blushing, covering up as much as she could. She was the one who'd told her what to wear and she knew how uncomfortable Susan was about it. She said with authority, "Susan, drop your hands to your side this instant."

Susan was mortified, but she brought her arms down.

After giving her a suitable time to do that, Suzanne said, "Now, thrust your chest out and let your son admire your new outfit."

Susan protested, "But this outfit, it's hardly appropriate, I mean, it's so scandalous to begin with..."

"Susan!"

"Suzanne, please! Really, don't you think-"

But Suzanne interrupted, "Remember that you're here for visual stimulation. You're doing what you can do to help his condition, and I'm doing what I can. I think he could use a good dose of visual stimulation right now."

Susan sighed. "Very well." She thrust her chest out and stood with her arms straight at her side, like a soldier at attention.

"More thrusting, please," Suzanne insistently demanded.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Suuuuusan?!" Suzanne chided.

Blushing furiously, Susan thrust her chest forward as far as she could. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment, but at the same time she reveled in the shame and the naughtiness of what she was doing. She couldn't stand to look in her son's direction, but she felt light-headed as she imagined him staring at her.

Suzanne, still without turning, then said, "So. What is it that brought you in?"

Holding her body in that lewd thrusting position, she tried to say in a casual voice, "Oh, I just wanted to say hello and see if you needed anything. Just seeing how you're getting along."

The truth was, she didn't have any reason to come in, but Suzanne had told her in advance that this was the time she was going to give Alan his first handjob, and as the minutes went by curiosity eventually got the best of her. She absolutely had to know how things had gone.

Suzanne knew this. She could have strung Susan along, but decided to have mercy since Susan was doing her best wearing the outfit and posing in such a sexy way. She said, "I just stroked Alan to a very nice climax, didn't I, Sweetie?"

Alan thought, I can't believe we're having this conversation. How surreal! But he answered, "Uh, yeah. Mom, it was, um, very nice. Suzanne is very talented with her hands."

Susan also found the whole situation bizarre, but managed to reply, "That's nice. I'll bet she is." She was slowly drifting further into the room while keeping her chest thrust out. She finally reached the point where she could see Alan's erection, pointing up stiffly in his lap. She froze again and gawked.

Then, realizing that Alan could see how blatantly she was staring, she freaked out and backed away. "Um, nice. Very nice! Uh, I gotta go. Let me know if you need anything else!" By the time she finished saying that she was back in the hallway. She closed the door behind her and rushed to her bathroom to take a cold shower. She couldn't believe how aroused the entire encounter made her and she prayed that it didn't show on her face.

As soon as she was gone, Suzanne thought, A-ha! I've always figured Susan would be submissive in bed, and the way she loved being told to thrust her chest out proves it. Things are going to get miiiiighty interesting around here, heh heh!

She chuckled. "Aw, shucks. I was hoping she would stay longer. I didn't even get to show her this lovely pearl necklace you gave me." She swiped a gob of Alan's cum off of her cum-splattered chest, and made a great show of sucking it into her mouth with her free hand. "Jesus!" she said with great surprise. "Has anyone ever told you how good your cum tastes?"

Alan let out a loud groan. "Oh. My. Gaaawd. Aunt Suzy, this has just been too weird. Great, damn great, but weird. I mean you" - he pointed at her chest - "and then Mom" - he pointed at the door. "I mean, it's just..."

Since he was at a loss for words, Suzanne said, "Yeah, I know. It's a lot coming at you all at once. You have to admit though, that your mom looked really hot as she stood there obediently with her chest thrust out, her giant tits hanging out right in front of you, panting and staring hungrily at your big, hard cock. Didn't that turn you on?"

Alan assumed he needed to keep his incestuous desires a secret from everyone, even Suzanne. "It's not like that, Aunt Suzy. Really."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Honest to God. I mean, yes, she's attractive. Hell, more than attractive. But she's my mom. I don't think of her that way."