Six Times a Day Pt. 06

"No!" Susan's mind was filled with naughty thoughts on that very thing.

"Can you picture the ecstatic look on his face as he blows his load across your face and mine?"

"No!"

"Well, I can. You know how much he loves big breasts. What a lucky boy he will be to have the two hottest, bustiest moms in town fighting over his sweet meat. Jacking him off, stroking and blowing, licking his sticky seed..."

Susan knew Suzanne could hear just how labored her breathing had become, but she couldn't stop herself. "That's so wrong!"

"But we're saving him from sin with handjobs. And blowjobs. And remember, Susan, that having your sexy hunk of a son ravage your body, it's all about helping his medical condition. But believe me, this isn't just a good thing for that alone. And never mind how incredible it will make you feel. This will really strengthen the mother-son bond between you two."

"You think so?" Susan asked hesitantly and breathlessly.

"Oh yeah."

"Haven't you noticed how much closer he and I have been this last week or so? Why do you think that is?"

"Well, I have noticed, but I hadn't thought about it..."

"I feel so close to him after I take his slippery dick in my mouth and let it slide around, running my tongue all over his shaft. And the big load of cum he shoots into my mouth - it's heaven! But what's really great is that afterwards, we feel so tender towards each other. I told you how last night we cuddled and just held each other tightly as he told me how much he loved me. If that's not bonding I don't know what is. I literally have never felt as close to my husband as I felt close to Alan last night." Suzanne didn't have to lie or exaggerate about any of that.

She added, "Soon that'll be you cuddling up to your cuddly little Tiger in the afterglow of sticky, hot sex."

"Oh my God!"

"Of course, I'm speaking hypothetically. You may decide that your fear of the unknown can't be overcome. If so, that'll just mean more hot cock for me!"

"Suzanne, really! Watch your language. Please call it a member. Or staff, perhaps. Or maybe an erection if it's in that state."

Suzanne rolled her eyes on her side of the phone call. "Sorry. I mean to say that'll mean more of his hot staff sliding in my hands and between my lips. Is that better?"

"Um, yeah, I think so." Susan was so aroused she didn't know what to think.

Before Suzanne hung up, she made Susan promise that she would take care of the abnormality check "problem" herself.

Susan readily agreed, but said, "However, I'm only going to use my hands. To do any more, I just don't know. It seems wrong. I mean, what if my parents saw me with that giant shaft of manhood of his stuffing my face? Or my sister? What would she think?!"

"She'd probably be jealous," Suzanne teased.

"No, you don't know my sister. She'd have a hissy fit and I'd never hear the end of lectures about going to Hell. But if I did it in the most detached and clinical way possible with just my hands, well, at least they'd just disown me and wouldn't try to kill me, if they found out. Isn't that a good compromise?"

"Suit yourself. But don't be afraid to enjoy it. As long as it needs to be done, why can't you enjoy yourself in the process? Besides, who's going to tell her, or them? Please don't ask me to."

"I don't know... Somehow, I'd feel better if I had to suffer through it. Then I wouldn't feel all those disapproving eyes staring at me."

Suzanne complained, "Stop it with the staring eyes already. If your family knew what a good and caring mother you were to take care of this problem of his, they'd be cheering you on! Now, let's review again the right ways and wrong ways to play with your son's balls." She went on to lecture Susan in extremely graphic detail.

While it was true Susan did feel guilty, she also was very excited about what she'd "have" to do. The phone calls, plus many other recent conversations between Susan and Suzanne similar to it, had broken much of Susan's resistance.

CHAPTER 5

School ended a few hours later and Alan returned home. He was surprised to find the house seemingly empty, especially since his sister usually beat him home. That appeared to confirm Suzanne's comment that everyone would be sent away. His heart was already pounding with worry, but not finding anyone doubled the intensity of his feelings.

He was torn between wanting it to happen and not wanting it to happen, mostly because it was just such a scary and big step to actually take and not just fantasize about. A part of him clung to the hope that someone other than his mother would be home, because the idea of her touching his penis became so real that it frightened him.

He wandered the house until he had no room left to search except for his mother's bedroom. As he expected, he found Susan there. "Howdy Mom. Have you seen Suzanne? Or Katherine?"

Susan was folding laundry, seemingly calm. But when she turned to him she had a very strange look in her eyes. "Suzanne's busy today. I don't think you'll see her until tomorrow. And your sister and Amy have gone shopping. I think it's just you and me. All afternoon."

"Oh." Alan gulped and his throat went dry.

Susan had stopped with the laundry and sat down on her double bed. She was dressed in her ordinary housecleaning clothes, except that Alan figured she wouldn't be wearing any bras or panties since Suzanne had "forced" her to stop wearing them (not to mention the fact that her nipples were so hard it seemed like they could be seen from miles away). But her appearing casual was feigned. In fact, she'd spent over half an hour just considering which type of perfume to wear (she picked a strawberry scent, knowing it was one of his favorite foods).

She asked him, "Do you know what day it is, Alan?"

"It's Tuesday."

"That's right. And do you know what's special about Tuesday?"

"Uh, it comes right after Monday?" he lamely tried to joke. He could see exactly where she was going with this, and realized that Suzanne was completely correct about everything.

She'd rehearsed this next bit, so it came out quickly. "What's special about this Tuesday, if you'll remember, is that it's the day your nurse said you need to have your private member checked for abnormalities. Every week. And since you say Suzanne doesn't have great vision, it's left up to me."

"Oh." There was a big pause from Alan. "Well." His nervousness doubled, and then doubled again. He felt faint. But somehow he went past his fear into an acceptance of the inevitable, and calmed down enough to go on.

"Do you mind, Tiger? If you mind, we don't have to do it. You seem very nervous. Does the thought of your own mother.... massaging... your, uh, private member; does that make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, yeah, it kind of does. Because, I mean, you're my mom, right? But Suzanne has been talking to me about boundaries, and being dispassionate. If you and I are very clear about boundaries, and this is for the doctor, then there's nothing wrong, right?"

Alan was talking for himself as much as his mom, trying to rationalize this. Fantasizing was one thing, but reality was quite different. He had a very strong suspicion this was wrong or even illegal, despite what Akami and Suzanne had said.

"That's right, Tiger. It's vital we both have the right mental attitude, or we shouldn't do this. But since you do, is it okay if we begin?"

"What, here? Now?" He looked around as if searching for an escape route.

"I'll admit I'm nervous too. So we might as well get it over with, don't you think?"

Another gulp. "Yeah." He was amazed that she wasn't trembling like he was, but he didn't know she'd entered a zone where her superego mostly shut down and her id was free to run wild.

"Good," she said with more determination. Alan was standing and she was sitting on the bed, but she got up and motioned that he should sit down by her.

He sat on the bed where she had just been. He tried not to show how just nervous he was, because he didn't want to scare her off. The truth was he was absolutely terrified.

She continued, "I was thinking that, given the accidents you had with Akami the other day, it would be safer if I took off my shirt before we start. Don't you think?"

Alan was suddenly reminded of the image of him shooting his cum all over the face and bra-clad tits of nurse Akami. He imaged that it was his mother in that role instead. He'd been flaccid from fear, but he grew rock hard in seconds.

Her eyes darted to his crotch. She had a hard time not licking her lips and she saw the great surge in his shorts. Suzanne's hour-long description of sucking and stroking hard erections was at the forefront of her thoughts.

"Um, yeah, if you think so." He didn't want to appear too eager, again for fear of scaring her.

"I think that would be best," she said softly, as she began unbuttoning her shirt. "I think that would be very nice, in fact," she continued, mostly to herself.

Alan realized that her hands were trembling and that she was at least somewhat nervous. He also realized that as she stood there a few feet in front of him, Mom is about to do a striptease for me! True, it's not a professional striptease with sultry music blaring in the background like the one Suzanne had given me just the night before, but she's taking her clothes off for me all the same. And this is my prudish and square MOM! He gulped again and his heart pounded like a hammer in his chest.

She unbuttoned the buttons on her red blouse one by one. She was taking her time, drawing it out. Good gracious, what's wrong with me? I'm getting NAKED for my SON! I don't care what Suzanne says, this just has to be wrong. Some sort of demon must be taking control of me, because I feel terribly naughty and I don't care. He's so hard and hungry for me and I love it!

When she finished with the buttons on her blouse, she left the blouse hanging on loosely and pulled her skirt down her legs. That caused her blouse to open up, revealing all of her milky left breast for some tantalizing long moments. She felt shivers of excitement raging through her at being gawked at that were so powerful she nearly fell over.

She stood back up, regaining her balance on her high heels, and positioned her hands to open up her blouse so she could take it off altogether. But right then she froze and asked, "Tiger, be honest. Before your, uh, medical treatment began, did you ever think of me in, well, you know... that way?"

Alan was so aroused the room was practically swimming around. To say anything coherent was a huge undertaking. But he gathered his wits together enough to realize that if he said the wrong thing, she might stop undressing.

The truth was, he had thought of her sexually sometimes. He tried his best not to, and consciously fought not to masturbate while thinking of her, but she was just so gorgeous that it was humanly impossible not to lust after her. But he also hated lying to his mother, so he dodged the question and said, "Mom, I'm sooo grateful for what you're doing. I know it can't be easy. I love you so much, my heart is about to burst."

Susan beamed with joy. She didn't press the question because she could see in Alan's current agitated state it was an accomplishment to say even that. But it was just the right thing to say. She could feel the genuine love from him, along with plenty of lust, and that gave her the confidence to pull her blouse all the way off.

She smiled shyly now that she was topless, and let him soak up a good look of the giant round monsters that were her breasts. She muttered, "God, this is so embarrassing."

Alan, seeing that she needed encouragement, said, "Why? Mom, you're so beautiful, you should never, EVER be embarrassed about your body."

She covered her chest with both arms. "But these big things. They're just too big. They're nothing but unwanted attention and back trouble, in my book."

"Well, I love them. Just like I love all of you."

Susan beamed some more. She was still shy, but there was an extra spring in her step now. She bared her rack again and even thrust her chest out. He likes them! He is going to have to climax before we're done, and his cum will have to go somewhere. Who knows, maybe he'll shoot it all over me! All over my chest!

She immediately corrected herself, though. I can't think such thoughts! I'm the adult here, I have to keep my moral grounding or there's no telling WHAT might happen! She shivered all over as she briefly fantasized about some of the things that could happen, exactly. Mostly, she imagined her legs spread wide and her son's erection pounding in and out of her pussy. With another shiver of excitement, she forcibly banished the thought.

She was down to just her panties and high heels (both red, his favorite color), but didn't make any move to remove the panties. "I thought I'd leave these on," she explained as she looked at them. "You wouldn't want your mother to be completely naked, would you?"

Just agree with the questioner, Alan thought. "No," he squeaked out.

"All right." She got down on her knees in front of him. "If you don't mind, I'll undress you now." She pulled his shorts off, and then his underwear. Strangely, she kept his shirt on.

Alan noticed she now had a look of great hunger and anticipation in her eyes, but it was mixed with a look of anguish.

She looked down at his turgid erection, bobbing in the air, and then up at his face. She asked imploringly, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing here? Maybe we should wait for Suzanne, poor eyesight and all?"

Alan at first had a hard time responding, given the way she was inadvertently pushing her breasts together with her arms.

But said with surprising decisiveness, "Mom, I love you so much. And I love you even more for doing this. I know how uncomfortable it must make you feel, but I practically want to cry when I know what you're willing to do to make me get better."

Again, she couldn't help but smile when he said he loved her. She thought to herself, I just have to get this out of my system. Akami put this evil urge into my brain. Or was it Suzanne? In any case, I just have to satisfy my curiosity.

And help him. That's what this is REALLY about. This is to help him. Then I can get back to normal. Just this one time, and then maybe Suzanne can do it next week and then keeping doing it after that. ... Or maybe I could. Once a week isn't so bad, is it? God, I'm so weak!

Now Alan sat there dressed in nothing but his T-shirt, looking at his mother dressed only in her panties. Please. Please. Dear Lord, don't have her stop now! Please, do it, Mom! Do it!

Without saying anything more, she reached out with trembling hands and touched his penis for the first time.

She was panting heavily now, and so was he. Her massive boobs heaved like two rocking ships on a stormy ocean. She just held his penis for a minute, doing nothing more. She tried to calm her breath, but it was ragged and growing more ragged all the time. She felt light headed and wondered if she would faint if she couldn't bring her breathing under control.

Alan felt much the same. He was struggling mightily not to cum, even though she was doing nothing more than just holding his erection. Then he thought he heard her mutter, "Remember: the penis. The abstract penis."

Mumbling that repeatedly like a mantra seemed to calm her down some. Finally, she began moving her fingers over his shaft. She acted as if she'd never touched a penis before, which was true in a sense since she'd never allowed herself to just examine her husband's erection from close up. The old Susan always had sex in the dark (missionary position only).

She wrapped a fist around the base and then began experimentally poking near the penis head.

She was curious about the special spot below the penis head that Suzanne had told her about (the fact that she needed to be told was an indication of just how little she'd touched her husband's erection with her hands over the years). She found herself repeatedly probing that spot with her fingertips. Soon, she was all but tickling it as she ran her fingertips back and forth.

Alan couldn't help but groan, and quite loudly. Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, "Mom, not there! Too- ugh! Too sensitive!" He sensed that just the sight of his topless mother with her hands on his dick was going to push him over the edge already. He closed his eyes to try to delay his explosion.

"It's so wet already," she commented. She stopped tickling him near the head, but her other hand was starting to stroke near the base without her really consciously thinking about it.

"That's 'cos you've got me so excited," Alan gasped.

She began stroking his shaft more firmly, going nearly from top to bottom. She spoke so quietly it was nearly inaudible. "I like how smooth it is. Smooth and wet. That makes stroking so easy."

Alan thought he was going to lose it for sure. Only the shame of premature ejaculation gave him the strength to hold out somehow.

Susan looked at the struggle playing out on his face. She remembered she needed to do the abnormality check before anything else. So she began at the base, and started pressing her thumb into it just as nurse Akami explained to do. She slowly attempted to cover every inch. She calmed herself by really seriously attempting to do the check.

Meanwhile, her other hand began working at the tip, slowly massaging it. She soon got over the initial awkwardness, and both of them began to grow more comfortable, especially once she found a rubbing rhythm.

Alan relaxed a bit, realizing he could hold out longer if she kept doing just what she was doing for a while. It felt great, but not overwhelming.

Then she grew bolder, and affirmed a decision in her mind. My Tiger has to cum. He needs to cum so very much! I can't let him leave here with blue balls, it wouldn't be right.

She said to Alan, "The more times you can achieve ejaculation at the hands of others, the better, right? That's what the nurse says. So I thought we could do double duty here, just like she does."

They continued in silence. Alan's erection was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum, so the only sound in the room was their combined panting and the squish, squish, squish of her hands sliding around his slick shaft.

Susan was thinking, This is so weird. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. It feels so strange to pump my hands up and down this... thing. This member. Erection, I suppose. Doing this may not be the greatest thing since sliced bread like Suzanne was saying, but it's... nice. I could even get used to this, I think.

Alan was having an increasingly difficult time not cumming, especially because Susan didn't pause or slow down when he was almost ready to reach orgasm like Akami and Suzanne usually did. In fact, she started to go faster and faster. It didn't help either that her face was now so close in his lap that he could feel her cool breath on the tip of his penis.

"Mom, watch out - I can't hold on!" he said, but it was already too late. "I'm going to do it!" he yelled.

She looked up briefly in surprise, and then closed her eyes. She was high on lust, more than she cared to admit.

Alan began shooting his cum into her face as a supernova of orgasmic pleasure exploded within him.

She was afraid of getting it in her eyes, even though she was wearing glasses. Just like she saw Akami do, she leaned back and took some of it on the chest instead.

But while her eyes stayed closed, Alan was busy watching everything. He noticed that Susan had the most curious facial expression. It reminded him of when a person goes out in the rain, but instead of trying to avoid the water, they expose themselves to it, and luxuriate in the feeling of raindrops hitting all over their body. Mom's doing exactly that, except with my cum instead of rain. She loves it!