Six Times a Day Pt. 06

His hand felt only flesh, not clothes, but he was so overwhelmed by the whole experience that his brain didn't really register what that meant: the robe's sash had opened and she was now completely nude. He vigorously kneaded her ass flesh with both hands.

His courage boosted by his arousal, he finally allowed himself to stare directly into her face and not flinch. He said, boldly, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Tiger. So much." He drank in the sight of her shimmering brown eyes, so close to his. She raised herself to her full height and leaned in even closer.

Alan thought, This is it! We're going to kiss on the lips!

But he was wrong. She kissed him once, but only on the nose. Then she reluctantly pulled away and let him go.

She'd finally "come to her senses" and realized the hug had gone too far. She looked to the floor. "Oh dear me, how embarrassing." In all of her frantic rubbing against him, the sash had indeed opened and her robe now lay in a heap around her feet.

She appeared to be genuinely surprised by that, but now she played it up. "Would you look at that. I'm stark naked. How embarrassing!"

Alan inwardly groaned as she turned away from him, no doubt to give him another chance to visually explore her entire body. He took full advantage to eat her up with his eyes.

After she could delay no longer, she bent over to pick the robe up, but kept her knees ramrod straight so she had to bend over entirely at the waist. That left her ass hanging in the air only a foot in front of him.

It was all he could do not to grab her ass. He worried that if he did, he would lose control, take his erection out, and soon be plowing into her pussy. But he was so turned on that he didn't rule the idea completely out.

Her hands lingered on the floor for a few moments while she slowly gathered the robe together.

Alan's skin was burning all over from the intensity and excitement - he felt literally so hot that he half expected steam to start pouring out of his ears.

She was torturing him; they both knew this. Apparently she felt guilty about the torture, because she put her robe back on, and said, now blushing, "Tiger, in the future, I think it's best if we only hug when, uh, when we're both dressed a little more properly. ... It's not that there's anything wrong with a friendly hug, but... Just so people don't get the wrong impression, you know."

She helped him get his things and get out the door without further incident.

He had an intense case of blue balls, and riding to school on a bike was complete torture.

Within minutes, Susan was in her bedroom masturbating to thoughts of what she'd done to Alan all morning and at the pool the day before.

Gaaawwdd! That was close! It was all I could do not to drop to my knees and rip those shorts of his clear off. I'm obsessed! Sexually obsessed with my son! And I'm a married woman.

Oh dear. And that penis of his, that big fat erection! It's all I can think about now. I can still feel it burning into my skin. So hot! But it's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! That hug was crazy. I should be deeply ashamed. I AM ashamed.

Thank goodness for Suzanne, at least. Without her advice and help, I don't know what I'd do. She told me that lust is okay, as long as it's not romantic. And I just have to think of the penis in the abstract. It's not my son's penis that was poking into me, so big and full and round, it's just a generic penis. It's just a biological organ that happens to need to spill its spend six times a day.

Oh goodness! The abnormality check is today! How will I ever get through that, after my wanton behavior just now? Dear Lord, please give me strength.

Torn between lust and reason, she agonized over what she should do.

CHAPTER 3

With so many dirty thoughts and images floating through Alan's head, it was no surprise that he spaced out in school again. One thought that consumed him was the likelihood that Suzanne would come over in the morning and tell Susan every last detail about the three blowjobs she'd given him the night before. He imagined the two of them sitting around the dining room table talking, robes falling all over the place, and his mother getting so excited that she winds up surreptitiously frigging herself under the table.

The fact that she actually hadn't done something like that yet in front of Suzanne in real life was somewhat surprising, because her self control was so low these days, once she hit a peak of excitement.

The second and even more consuming thought for Alan was Suzanne's comment that his mother would be giving his penis an abnormality check later on. He was dying of curiosity to find out if this was true, but he'd been too shy, and also otherwise occupied with drool-inducing views of his sister and mother, to ask her about it that morning.

He wasn't entirely sure what an abnormality check even was, really, but he remembered that technically speaking Akami had given him one during the last appointment. He didn't see much difference between what she did and a handjob, except that her thumb pressed into the sides of his erection in a systematic way.

He thought, But really, it's just about exactly the same as a handjob. In fact, it basically IS a handjob because while Akami's thumb was doing all that pressing, her other hand was stroking me and making me feel exquisitely good. Is Susan going to do that, two hands and all?!

The possibility that Susan would jack him off when he came home from school drove him nearly senseless with distraction. Even if Suzanne's comment wasn't true, he was certain more exciting things would happen later one way or another, given what happened at breakfast.

He was so out of it that he was barely able to figure out how to make it from one of his classes to the next.

After his fourth period, his teacher Gloria Rhymer called him over to talk about his absent-mindedness. When everyone left, she said to him, "Alan, I'm worried about you. Your attention in my class has been bad for days; today things seem to be have taken a turn for the worse. If I didn't know what a fine and upstanding young man you are, I'd assume you're on drugs. Just what is the problem?"

"Um, I've got a lot of things on my mind," he said bashfully.

Even as he said this, his mind was somewhere else. He'd managed to temporarily banish thoughts of his mother during Ms. Rhymer's class some of the time, but only because he'd fantasized about his teacher instead. It was like trying to forget the pain of stubbing a toe by purposely stubbing a toe on the other foot: it worked, but it wasn't exactly smart.

As she spoke, he didn't see the real Ms. Rhymer standing in front of him; instead his head was filled with the image of how he imagined she looked naked. He'd fantasized the image of her standing in front of the class naked so often in the last two years that it seemed etched in his brain.

"I'll bet you do," she said disapprovingly. "You know, young man, given what you told me last week, I think I can guess what your problem is."

"You can?" That forced him to focus more. Uh-oh! That can't be. She knows about me and Mom? Suzanne? Sis? What?!

"Yes, I think that you're taking some kind of medicine to boost your energy level, and it's having the side effect of boosting your sex drive."

She judged from his suddenly panicky facial expression that her guess was a good one. She didn't notice his relief in realizing she didn't understand everything.

"Um, what makes you say that?"

The big give away for her was his obvious erection all class long. She tried to say that more euphemistically. "It's not so much what you told me, but your behavior in this class. In recent days, it seems like you've been walking into my class in a state of high arousal, and you stay that way until you leave it. Am I wrong?"

There was no way to wiggle out of this that he could see. "No, you're not wrong. I'm so sorry. But I've never felt like this before."

A horrific thought occurred to him: Oh no - Ms. Rhymer has noticed my boners! Even as he worried about this, most of his brain was off in la-la land with the image of her nakedness, fueling the boner he had at that very moment.

"Can't you just ask the doctor to cut down on the number of pills?"

"It's not a matter of pills...." There was a prolonged silence. He considered letting her in on the six times a day secret. He finally decided he would, if only because once she was on the scent, keeping a secret from her was hopeless. "Can you really, honestly, keep a secret?" He tried to focus on the problem at hand and push his fantasy out of his mind.

"Of course, Alan! You know me. You can trust me completely."

"Good, because this is really embarrassing. If people in school found out, I'd probably have to transfer, I'd be so embarrassed... I really shouldn't tell you this, so for the love of God don't tell a soul, but I figure you won't be satisfied until you figure it out, so we might as well cut to the chase. You see, the tests show I'm severely lacking in certain hormones, like testosterone. I know it sounds strange, but the best way, the natural way, to get those levels back to normal, is if I frequently achieve orgasm. That's what the doctor says."

Alan went on to explain more details of his medical diagnosis.

Ms. Rhymer let him talk without interruption. When he was all done, she asked him, "So you're telling me that you masturbate six or more times a day?"

"Um, well, not exactly. The doctor thought that much masturbation isn't healthy. He recommends that it's better if someone else can help me out. But I don't have a girlfriend. As you know, I even tried to ask Christine out, but that didn't work out so well."

"But you said 'not exactly.' So you're getting help after all, even without a girlfriend?"

Alan was really blushing now. "Um, sometimes I'm helped out in the morning before school. Or, more often, after I get back home."

Ms. Rhymer thought for a minute. To help him out in the morning and afternoon, it would have to be someone extremely close. Probably someone he's living with. Alan has a really beautiful mother and sister. Could one of them... and he...?! Naaahhhh... Get real! They're like a nineteen-fifties sitcom white bread conservative family. But what about his next door neighbor, Suzanne? She's extremely attractive, and practically lives at the Plummers' house, from what I hear. It must be her. Or maybe her daughter Amy, but then she would be Alan's girlfriend. It must be the married mother, that would explain the need for secrecy.

The teacher immediately tested out her theory. "That's very considerate of Mrs. Pestridge to help you out like that."

"Yeah, well, she's very... Hey! Wait a minute! How did you... You tricked me!"

"Sorry about that, but you know that 'I always get my man' when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge. But frankly, I'm surprised at you. Suzanne - she's practically like a member of your family. She even usually somehow has an excuse to 'tag along' with your mother to your parent teacher conferences with me."

"I know! I know! But I can't help it. She did all the initiating. And she was practically forced to, because of the situation. After a week and the thing with Christine, I'd given up on the treatment, and she was the one that inspired me to keep going."

"Just how does she inspire you?" Ms. Rhymer was increasingly amazed at the subject of this discussion. Aren't I crossing a line, in talking to a student about this? Her conscience momentarily nagged her, but curiosity - and more than a little sexual desire - drove her on.

Alan shuffled his feet before the desk of his teacher. "Ahhh... She stimulates my... er, private member... with her hands, and, uh, other things. ... Her mouth, if you must know... But she doesn't go any further than that! That wouldn't be right! She hasn't even kissed me!" He couldn't look his teacher in the eye and literally wished he could crawl into a hole and die.

"Hmm. Interesting. I'm not going to make any moral judgments. It seems like she's trying to help you out, and that should be commended. But what does any of this have to do with your problems in my class? If you're not taking any pills, then your libido, your sexual level, is just the same as always, right?"

"Yes, but I keep having all these thoughts. Suzanne has been very... I don't know how to put it... suggestive, I guess. Sexually suggestive. She's so sexy, it's incredible! So now all I can do is think about sex!"

He added in his mind, And if you only knew how suggestive my mother, sister and even Suzanne's daughter Amy are being as well! I want to fuck them all, and it's so wrong!

"I can see your problem. Suzanne is an incredibly beautiful woman, there's no question about it. So you walk around in a daze all day, thinking about nothing but sex?"

"Well, no. I've been getting relief, like, a lot. And then I'm okay, afterwards. For a while. It's weird: I haven't been doing this treatment for very long, but once you start getting relief so often it's like your body comes to expect it. But half the day I'm at school, and I can't get any relief at all. So the frustration builds up. And your class is the worst."

"My class? Why my class?"

Alan realized he'd stuck his foot in his mouth yet again. Her class was the worst because he would get hard just in anticipation of the class coming up. And then he'd see Ms. Rhymer in person and it would get even worse.

There were few thoughts so arousing that could make him temporarily forget his arousing thoughts of his mother; the fact that thinking of his teacher was one of them spoke to just how long he'd had a deep crush on her. But it only led to more frustration. That frustration, and the fact his raging boner might be noticed at almost any time by the other students, would somehow make him even hornier. But I can't exactly say all that to you! he thought.

"Um, it just is," Alan finally responded. He was already about as red and embarrassed as he thought he could get, but he got several shades redder. "Uh, maybe because... it's just before lunch..." he added, completely unconvincingly.

Ms. Rhymer realized she was just about to kill him with shame with this line of questioning. "All right, Alan. Thank you very much for your honesty, young man. Let me think about this for a while. I don't want you failing all of your classes. I'll try to think of some kind of solution. And I won't tell anyone under any circumstance - not your mother, Suzanne, or anyone else. I know I can be a gossip sometimes, but I swear my silence. It'll be just between you and me, okay?"

"Thanks. You're cool."

Alan walked off, but he was very dejected. He felt really stupid to give his secret away. What if that happened to someone less understanding than my favorite teacher?

CHAPTER 4

Back at home, Susan fretted over what to do about the abnormality check Akami said needed to be done today. In a burst of resolve while Alan was at school, Susan called Suzanne for advice on what to do about it. She hoped Suzanne could come up with a solution to get her out of having to do it.

But Suzanne just made things worse - much worse. She said things like, "You know, I'd love to do the check because Alan's penis is so big and thick and full of tasty cum. It makes me so hot just thinking about touching it! But unfortunately I can't because I don't know the proper procedures, not to mention my poor eyesight. So I guess it's all up to you, you lucky dog."

Susan grew more hot and bothered as Suzanne went on and on in this vein. In fact, Susan began rubbing her privates through her clothes, glad she was on the phone and not speaking in person so she could scratch her itch.

Suzanne was doing everything she could to weaken Susan's resolve. She'd already even called Akami and convinced her to decline Susan's suggestion that Akami could be paid to do the check. And contrary to what she told Alan the night before, Suzanne was the one who arranged that Katherine, Amy, and she would all be gone for the whole afternoon later that day. She made sure Susan knew that, to further box her in.

Now that Suzanne had Susan on the phone, she took the opportunity to describe all of the blowjobs she'd given Alan the night before in exquisite and loving detail.

Susan got so hot and bothered that eventually she began to masturbate herself as Suzanne raved on the phone for nearly an hour about the joys of pleasuring Alan.

Suzanne said things like, "Can you just imagine having such a hot and tasty slab of meat in your mouth, going in and out, in and out, in and out? Sliding between your lips over and over and over?"

Susan tried to be disapproving. "Okay, enough with the 'over and over' descriptions already. Besides, how do I know it would even fit in my mouth? The way you describe it, isn't it too big?"

"Oh, it's big all right. It might be a bit of a struggle to fit such a thick dick in between your lips, but you will. Believe me, you will. And the sense of achievement in fitting such a monster in, it can't be beat!"

"Don't you mean I could? Fit it in, that is? I mean, we're just talking hypothetically, right?"

"Oh, right. Hypothetically. Imagine, though, hypothetically getting Alan so hot that he isn't content to just let you suck on it, but he starts thrusting his hips, forcing his thickness deeper and deeper into your throat!"

"Oh my God! What would I do, Suzanne?! That sounds painful!"

Suzanne could tell by the way that Susan huffed and puffed into the phone that her friend had completely abandoned herself to all out masturbation. "No, it's not. It's the best! Your Tiger is such an aggressive beast! There's just no resisting a real man like him. He'll use your mouth for his pleasure, but trust me, you'll love it too when he does. And when he shoots off, then you'll get your sticky sweet reward!" She had a strong feeling that Susan was a natural submissive, so she was playing up that aspect for her.

"Oh dear! It sounds scary. But it sounds like you're practically trying to talk me into allowing him to use me like that."

"Ha ha, of course I'm not. I'm just speaking hypothetically. You know, I'm just imagining what it would be like for you if you decided to help me save him from sin."

"Goodness! All that precious seed..."

"Falling uselessly onto the ground," Suzanne finished for her. "It's tragic, I know. I'm doing my part, dropping to my knees and opening my mouth so he could insert his giant hot stick between my rosy red lips every chance he gets. But I'm only at your house the same time he is a couple of hours a day. What about all the rest of the time? Who will help him then?"

Susan even switched over to speakerphone so she could use both hands to rub herself all over. Before long, about the only coherent things Susan could say into the phone anymore were, "You didn't!," "He didn't!," and "Oh my God!" Her desire to touch her son's erection was so great that she thought she would literally lose her mind.

Suzanne was also masturbating herself, but with more self control, as she continued to goad her best friend over the phone. As time went on, she spoke less about her actions with Alan and began focusing more on Susan doing things to him. For instance, she asked, "You know the other day how I called myself Alan's favorite cocksucker?"

"Yeah?" Susan answered between pants.

"Well, I'd better enjoy that title while I still can, because as soon as you wrap your mouth around his hot, meaty stick, he's going to love it! You're gonna give me a good run for my money as we take turns licking all of his love juices out of him. Can you imagine that, you and I, taking turns on his licking stick?"