Six Times a Day Pt. 09

"But she isn't here," he pointed out. "I have needs right now, big needs! My dick is so hard it hurts!" He licked some drops of water off of her left boob. His tongue worked its way towards her nipple.

Susan freaked out; she worried that if his mouth made it to her nipple and he started suckling her there, she'd lose all control. She decided she had to disengage from his greedy grasp before that happened and tried to wiggle away. "Okay. I'll give her a call, since it's such an emergency. Here. Let me go by."

Alan reluctantly let go and watched her walk naked to the telephone that was beside her bed. He went to the bathroom door and then the bedroom door and locked them both from the inside, then returned to his blatant gawking.

She started dialing Suzanne's number and then realized she was still in the buff. She turned away from Alan and sat on the bed.

That limited his view of her, but he still got to enjoy her bare back. But her backside alone was a very impressive sight. He rarely got to see all of her back because her long brown hair was usually covering most of it, but she had her hair up in a shower cap so he marveled at her shoulder blades and long, shapely neck. He was so out of control horny that the urge to explore her body was almost overwhelming.

"Hello? Suzanne?"

"Yes?"

"We have a problem here. It's about Alan. He says he needs assistance right away. It's urgent! Can you come over here and lend him a hand?" She blushed as her words sank in, and then corrected herself. "Um, I didn't mean that literally. Well, actually, that is kind of what I do mean, but I didn't mean to say... Uh, anyway, the point is, you're needed over here. Okay?"

Part of Suzanne's motive for her on the fly scheme was to push Alan to develop more aggressiveness, so she was delighted that he'd done as she had hoped. But of course she acted as if she didn't know anything and said, "Just a second. Call me back on my cell phone."

"But-" Susan found herself listening to a disconnect signal.

She rapidly dialed the other number and got a hold of Suzanne again. "Suzanne, is that you? What was that about?"

Suzanne replied, "I can't talk about tending to Alan when Brad is in the same room. It's too weird, not to mention dangerous. Anyway, I'm in a safe spot now, so what's up?"

Alan meanwhile had walked around so he could see his favorite parts of Susan on her front side.

She crossed her legs to cover up her pussy and put an arm over her chest. Happily for Alan, she needed her other hand and arm to hold the phone. "It's Alan. It's like he's gone crazy. He's standing here with me in my bedroom and I'm naked and he's not! You have to help!"

Suzanne cooed, "Oooh! That sounds hot. Are you excited?"

Susan was hot as a furnace. The way Alan was devouring her with his eyes was almost unbearable. Her legs kept trying to spread apart by themselves and she wanted to thrust her chest out and scream, "Suck on these!" But instead she cried into the phone, "SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! That's irrelevant. By the way, is Ron over there right now?"

"As a matter of fact, he is. I think he's going to be here for quite a while. The men are having a big football pow-wow. Why do you ask?"

"Look, can you come over here right away and take care of my Tiger's big problem?"

Suzanne was having fun teasing Susan a little bit. She could picture Alan standing and staring while Susan squirmed and blushed while talking naked on the phone, and she figured the longer she could draw that out, the more aroused everyone would get. So she asked, "When you say big problem, are you referring to his big erection?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure he's erect right now?"

Alan was standing right next to Susan by now and could just manage to make out what Suzanne was saying to her. Inspired by the question, he adjusted his shorts, causing his erection to poke out the bottom. Because they were short shorts, about half of its length stuck out.

Susan stared and panted, "God yes!"

"How do you know?" Suzanne prodded. "Are you staring at his fat thickness right in front of you?"

"Yes! YES! I can see a good three or four inches of magnificent man-" She interrupted herself. "But that's not the point! I need your help right away!"

"Okay, sure," Suzanne replied. "But what's the big rush?"

Susan didn't want to admit the real reason: she was so aroused that she feared she wouldn't me able to control herself much longer. She had visions of dropping the phone and lunging forward, tackling Alan to the ground in a mad frenzy to get his shorts off. She nearly screamed, "Please come over NOW!" But then she calmed herself and glared at Alan. "You can't wait because Alan is being insistent and demanding like some kind of prima donna."

"All right. I'll be right over."

Blaming all her conflicted emotions and raging desires on her son, Susan vented to him in the guise of speaking to Suzanne. "Thanks. Thanks a million. Isn't he something else? You should've seen his impetuous and spoiled behavior today. Frankly I'm disappointed in him. He needs to learn how to control himself and respect others."

The words hit him like a bucket of ice water. Suddenly shamed, he hung his head like all the spirit had been sucked out of him. No longer listening closely, he couldn't hear Suzanne, but he heard Susan say, "I know. I know. ... Okay. ... Well, I'll see you soon."

Then she hung up. Now she could cover her ample chest with both arms, and did so. She chided, "Okay, Son, Suzanne will be over soon. Are you happy? We're lucky she happens to be available on such short notice. You've been rude to both of us and, had your father been here, it could have been disastrous for all of us. This is exactly the sort of unthinking, selfish, and reckless behavior which I was afraid of, so I hope you feel good about yourself. Can you please give me some privacy now?"

Alan dropped his head even lower. His erection could no longer be seen because it shriveled back up into his shorts. "Sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry. Please tell her she doesn't have to come over. Really. Please. She can't help now, 'cos whatever mood I was in, it died for good."

He started to walk off to his room like he was headed to his own execution. But he paused, turned, and said with sincere anguish, "Mom, I'm sorry for being pushy and invading your privacy. But having to do it six times a day, it's not easy! I wish you wouldn't hate me and say such hurtful things. I can't help my condition." He turned and kept walking.

Now Susan felt bad. "Wait!"

He froze just as he was about to reach her bedroom door.

"I'm sorry I was so harsh, Tiger. But you have to understand, there's a time and a place for everything. What were you thinking? All I can help you with are the abnormality checks, once a week. The rest of the time, Suzanne may be able to help here and there, but your problem is hardly the most important thing in the world. You're forgetting about other people and what's important for them."

Alan hated disappointing his mother more than just about anything. He couldn't bear to even look her way and had to fight the urge not to break down and cry. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me. It's just that I love you so much. And I look at you and I get so aroused, I really don't know what to do! I mean, how many boys have mothers with E-cup breasts? And I don't know how they measures asses or backs or feet or smiles, but whatever part of your body they'd measure it would get a perfect score! How can I handle that?! You're just too hot for me not to want you!" He made a few sobbing sounds as it became more difficult for him not to burst into tears.

Susan stood up, still naked, and rushed to him. Coming at him from the back, she covered him in a big hug. "Awww, my cutie Tiger. That's so sweet. Mom isn't mad at you. Don't cry." She gently rocked his body with hers like she was rocking a baby crib. "Don't cry," she purred as her voice grew softer.

His urge to cry did in fact fade as he felt her love pouring into him via her tender hug. He started to feel a lot better all over. In fact, in less than half a minute his erection sprang back to life, thanks to the way her naked body was all over his like an octopus.

She continued to lecture him, but in soothing tones. "Tiger, I love you, but don't forget the boundaries, okay? If you really need some visual stimulation from me I suppose that's okay, but you can't just wander into my private bathroom and ask for assistance any time you like, like you're some kind of lord! Especially not when Ron is near by. That's insanity. If he's anywhere in California that's far too close for me because he could never understand the complexities of why you need certain highly unusual types of help. I don't mean to be rude, but you really need to go."

"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I'll go."

"Do you still want me to send Suzanne over?"

"No thanks. Tell her sorry, but-"

With perfect timing, they heard the doorbell ring. Obviously it was Suzanne, who could come over at a minute's notice if need be. After all, she lived right next door.

"There she is," Susan said as she gently pressed her nipples into Alan's T-shirt. "She's interrupted her time with her son just to help you out, so can't you at least try to be accommodating?""

Without leaving Susan's embrace, Alan turned around so he could look his mother in the eye. That led to a new and more stimulating alignment of body parts. Most notably, Alan's erection pressed against Susan's lower abdomen hotly and firmly, just as if his shorts between them weren't there at all. "I don't know, Mom. I can't just turn it on and off at will, you know."

She giggled. "But it's definitely 'on' right now, isn't it? You're such a BIG boy," she purred.

He said honestly, "That's all 'cos of you, Mom. When I leave this room, I don't know... I'll probably lose it. I feel bummed about what I did."

"Well, don't feel too bad. Just respect the boundaries and everything will be fine. I'll tell you what: if you're good in the next day or two, I promise I'll help you out with my hands even before next Tuesday's abnormality check. How's that for inspiration?"

Alan's face lit up into a big smile. "Wow, Mom! Awesome! You're so great." He hugged her tighter.

CHAPTER 5

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Susan? Alan? I can hear you in there. Can I come in?"

The two of them turned and stared at the door. They would have panicked except instantly they realized the scratchy voice could only belong to Suzanne. And it made sense that she would have found herself upstairs by now.

After Susan got over her initial shock, she said, "Suzanne?! I'm not decent."

However, her words came too late because Alan was within reach of the doorknob, and at the same time she spoke, he unlocked it and opened it. "Hi, Suzanne."

Susan's first reaction was to flee and cover herself up, but Alan's opening of the door was so fast and unexpected that she realized that in the time she had, breaking the hug would only expose herself even more. Since Alan was between her and the door, Suzanne wouldn't be able to see much of her, though it was painfully obvious that she was fully naked.

Suzanne walked in. She smiled and teased them playfully, "Well, well, well. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No! Absolutely nothing!" Susan protested as she squeezed herself closer to her son. "Nothing at all! It's not like it looks! Uh... We're just having a little talk."

"Normally, I would have to snicker about that, but I won't. Besides, I heard a little bit through the door just now. Something about my Sweetie not needing me after all?" Acting as if it was no big deal that Susan was completely nude, Suzanne closed and locked the door behind her and walked past the hugging duo to sit down on the edge of Susan's bed.

Susan, with Alan's happy cooperation, jostled him bit by bit so the two of them could pivot some without breaking their hug. They kept at it until Alan was between Suzanne and Susan again. Susan didn't want Suzanne staring at her naked backside.

All the while, Susan's body pressed into Alan's in the most delightful ways. He especially loved how her boobs seemed to envelop his whole chest. He could actually feel heat coming from her nipples through his thin T-shirt.

As they shuffled around, Susan said to Suzanne while blushing profusely, "I suppose you're wondering why I'm naked..."

"Nah. I got it on the phone. I gather Alan burst into your room while you were naked and you haven't had a chance to put your clothes back on. Not a problem. We'll just have to take care of the horny bugger." She beckoned Alan closer with a crook of her finger.

Alan immediately disengaged and went to Suzanne.

That left Susan without any cover. She rushed back to the bathroom and got herself a big yellow towel. Wrapping herself in it as a temporary measure, she went back into her adjoining bedroom.

Suzanne had been busy in Susan's brief absence. When Susan walked back in, she found Alan and Suzanne sitting next to each other, both fully dressed, except Alan's fly was unzipped and Suzanne was jacking him off with both hands.

"Suzanne! What do you think you're doing?!"

Suzanne loved to tease. Her tone was joking but friendly. "Susan, you should know what this is called by now. You can say I'm jacking him off. Or you can call it a handjob."

"I know THAT! But I mean, in my bedroom! And Ron! You can't do it here 'cos this is his bedroom too!"

"Susan, as for this being his bedroom, come on, look around. Do you see any signs of him except for a picture or two?"

Horrified, Susan noticed a big wedding picture of Ron and her taken on their wedding day. Feeling like Ron was staring at her through the picture, she walked over and placed it face down.

Meanwhile, Suzanne was saying, "He spends more time sleeping in airports than he sleeps here. This is YOUR room, decorated just how YOU like it. I'm the one helping Alan with his problem at the moment, not you, so what's the problem? And I told you Ron will be busy for a while. The guys'll probably be gabbing for an hour or more about quarterbackers and linebacks and all that stuff."

Even though Suzanne was driving Alan wild with two hands sloshing their way up and down his erection, he felt the need to correct her statement. "Quarterbacks and linebackers, actually, Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne winked. "It's true that I hate football, but I knew that much at least. I was just testing ya."

Alan decided that was probably true, since he believed Suzanne was knowledgeable about most everything.

Susan stood transfixed for long moments, just staring at Suzanne's stroking fingers and only barely hearing the explanation about Ron having left. With a large towel around her she at least looked covered up, but she didn't feel covered up. The towel was wrapped tightly around the top of her breasts, but fell loosely the rest of the way down. It still felt like she was effectively naked, especially in her lower privates because the towel hung a few inches off her body and didn't even touch her ass cheeks. Her pussy was throbbing and leaking and it seemed like everyone could see the rivulets flowing down from it. To add to her consternation, one of the few places where the towel touched her was at her nipples, and the rough terry cloth material rubbed against them in agonizingly delightful ways with every move she made.

But she hardly noticed those things because she was so absorbed watching the handjob in action. She did just manage to have enough wits left to complain, "Suzanne, this isn't right. Even if Ron's gone, you can't do this here, like that."

Suzanne pretended to misunderstand. "You're right. Alan's big slab of man meat could blow like Pompeii at any second, and we could make a big mess. God knows that thing squirts like a public fountain. Susan, could you be a dear and take off my blouse? You know what they say about spilling one's seed on the ground. Thank goodness our faces and chests are here to save him from sin."

Susan walked forward as if in a trance. She stood next to Suzanne, who obligingly turned a little, and unbuttoned her blouse from the backside. That put her in much closer proximity to the handjob. She could hear every last juicy squish as Suzanne's magic fingers worked their way up and down.

Suzanne, still acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, asked Susan, "Could you take the bra off too? Can you believe I came over here in such a rush that I didn't even have time to take my bra off? And it's such an expensive black lace bra, too. When Sweetie shoots his hot jizz all over my chest I don't want to ruin it."

Still feeling like a zombie or under some enchantment, Susan undid the blouse and then got to work on removing the bra. She had tucked the two ends of the towel tightly together at the top of her cleavage, and that left a potential gap right down the middle of her front side. She was in such an erotic fog that she didn't realize that the way she was standing caused that gap to open up.

Alan, however, definitely noticed. Even though he'd just seen and felt a lot of naked Susan a few minutes before, his eyes bugged out as he stared at his mother's bush through the gap in the towel. Getting sneak peaks were somehow even better than seeing full on nudity.

When Suzanne came over, she had just expected to meet Alan in his room and give him a blowjob, and that would be it. She had no idea a situation like this would arise, but since it did, she was rolling with the punches. Her goal was to speed up the reigniting of Susan's lust for her son. She worried things were moving too quickly and could cause another setback, but Susan had already informed her (in clinical terms) of the abnormality check earlier in the day, so Suzanne figured the odds were good Susan was already well on her way.

With that in mind, Suzanne said, "Susan, isn't it just amazing how long it takes for Alan to cum? I mean, here we are, and if you believe all the hype, we're both centerfold material. I'm topless, you're flashing your pussy, and I'm stroking Alan's massive log with both hands, and he STILL is holding out on us! How do you do it, Sweetie?"

Susan, hearing the mention about flashing her pussy, immediately straightened up and held her towel to close up the gap. Since she'd finished taking off Suzanne's bra she didn't know what to do with herself and just remained there with her hand on a corner of the towel to make sure the gap didn't open up again.

Suzanne knew Susan would do that when she said that. But she also knew that Susan would get even more aroused knowing that Alan had been looking at her pussy, and furthermore, Suzanne had seen Alan looking at her pussy. In fact, Susan was such a raging inferno of lust by this time that the rivulets of pussy juice started to show below the bottom edge of her big towel.

Alan noticed the rivulets as well. He was so aroused that it seemed the room was spinning and he might pass out any second. He'd heard Suzanne's question and tried to form an answer, but his mind felt like mush. "Um... I, uh... The PC muscle..." He was practically hyperventilating too, making it all the more remarkable he could say even that much.

Suzanne picked up what he said and talked on his behalf. "Did you say the PC muscle? So you're doing your exercises. Excellent! Are you practicing right now even as both my hands are flying up and down your marvelous pole?"

Alan just nodded.

"How delightful. I can tell you must be practicing religiously and it's paying off already because, look. What if I do this?"

Suzanne knew some special moves where she could place the tips of her fingers in his most sensitive spots, like the piss hole. Her fingers fanned out and covered all of his most arousing zones with the skill of an acupuncturist. Her fingers worked on his scrotum as well, and even the surprisingly sensitive perineum (the space between the penis and anus).