Six Times a Day Pt. 13

"Suzanne, I'm so hurt! I ask you to keep it cool for two days until Ron is gone. Two days! Is that so much to ask?! But noooOOOOooooOOOOoooo!"

Alan found it exceedingly difficult not to get horny from staring at her massive mammaries, and her rare display of anger only turned him on even more for some reason.

Jesus H. Christ, he thought. My mother was built for lots of fucking. That's all there is to it. How could making love to that body possibly be wrong?

Her anger turned to shock when she saw Alan. He was naked except for the wet shirt and shorts in his hands, which he held out just in front of his crotch to provide some coverage.

"Look at you two!" she yelled. "With the clothing you two are wearing, I just might be able to cover a postage stamp!"

It's true that Suzanne's bikini was about as small as they come. But Susan diatribe about covering up would have seemed more pious if her huge, exposed tits didn't bounce around with every word. On some level she was aware of what she was showing, and at that level she wasn't going to lose a chance to titillate Alan. But on the level of consciousness, she was truly unaware of what she was flaunting.

Susan turned her wrath on her son. "Alan, what are you doing, traipsing and gallivanting around outside, completely naked? What if someone were to see you? God, your father might be home any time, for one. Go to your room. I'll deal with you later!"

Alan knew when to get lost, and took off like a rabbit. As he ran off, he heard Susan yell at Suzanne, "Just what the hell did you do to him all alone over there? Now you can see why I turned down your offer to be alone with him outside the house!"

Susan and Suzanne went inside and talked for about fifteen minutes (Ron in fact wasn't expected home until much later, so they weren't about him walking in on them).

Initially, Susan was going to punish Alan and Suzanne. But Suzanne convinced her that it would have been completely unreasonable for any boy Alan's age to resist Suzanne's charms, especially given his need to cum six times every day. So once again Suzanne took the fall and ended up being the only one who was seriously punished.

Normally Susan wouldn't have felt right punishing someone she wasn't actually related to, but Suzanne was so much like family that she went ahead and said, "Suzanne, here's your punishment. First, you're not allowed to pleasure Alan in any way, period!"

"What?!"

"Listen, I'm not done. Unless I give my express permission first. And I'm keeping that restriction until further notice. Further, I'm not going to be handing out permission to you willy nilly, either. Don't even THINK of asking until Ron's gone."

"But how will Alan get by?" Suzanne asked. "What about his relentless daily schedule?"

A fiery Susan hotly replied, "You let me worry about that! Thanks to your irresponsibility, I just may be forced to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. In fact, probably my hands and mouth. Not that I want to, mind you, but you leave me no choice!"

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face at that, but she knew this was the worst possible time to say something snarky. She found it interesting that Susan appeared to be completely sincere in thinking she was being "forced" to give Alan such help. But she thought, If Susan needs those kinds of excuses to cling on to so she doesn't have to feel guilty, then the more the better. In fact, it should be encouraged.

She said, "I'm sorry for making you do that. But I do want to make clear just what you'll need to do. True, Alan seems to be getting some help at school, but that's usually only good for one or two checks on his chart. The rest will be up to you because we want to limit his sinning as much as possible. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the sin of Onan."

"No you do not," Susan said crossly, her arms folded beneath her rack.

"Well then, you'll have to make sure he blows his load at least once before school. That's essential to spreading the task out throughout the day so he doesn't get too sore. I don't know how you'll manage that with Ron here, but you'll have to try. And of course the afternoon and evening will fall entirely on your shoulders. You won't have a lot of chances while Ron's in town, so I recommend you steal away with Alan to blow him every chance you get. And blowjobs are the best because they're faster and leave less of a mess."

Susan cooled her anger towards Suzanne some as she started focusing on all the blowjob possibilities instead. She thought out loud, "It'll be rather cruel to Ron, if I sneak off with Alan like that. I've been thinking, and I know that Ron cheated, but he's really not that terrible of a husband. And what if I get caught right before he goes?"

Suzanne countered, "But you really have no choice in the matter. I forced this on you. Maybe Alan can get by with five or four times a day for the next two days but do you want him to completely ruin his daily average? And if you're feeling guilty, maybe you should try to limit yourself to handjobs until Ron's gone. But the main thing is, one way or another, you have to coax that cum out of him."

Susan considered that, and then looked at Suzanne with new resolve. "Thanks. I'll try. And I'm sorry about being a meanie, but I really have to put my foot down. I feel like things are spinning out of my control and I need to be firm or who knows what'll happen around here."

"I understand. And I blew it, and I'm not just talking about your son's dick. I should have been stronger. However, I hope you can at least understand why I lost control. I mean, do you know what it's like, having to go so many days without being able to swallow one of his creamy loads? Not being able to run my tongue up and down those glorious eight inches? Not even being able to feel his throbbing warmth in my hands as it squirts out his hot and potent seed all over my chest? Can't you see my frustration?"

"Yes!" Susan panted loudly.

Suzanne knew that Susan was putty in her hands now. She went on to describe in intimate detail all of the reasons why she lost control and played with Alan in her backyard. Then she went on to describe everything she did to him until the moment they were caught. She even took her bikini top off so she could visually describe the different ways Alan had played with her breasts.

Susan still wore nothing but a robe (which she had on in the first place because of an unconscious desire to expose herself to her son). She found herself shifting and wriggling about as Suzanne's story got hotter and more explicit. She constantly had to close her robe back up. By the time Suzanne was running her fingers up and down her legs to illustrate just where Alan had been running his erection over her, she pretty much gave up even attempting to keep her robe closed. It seemed a bit silly since Suzanne was only wearing her bikini bottoms.

Finally, Suzanne was done and said, "So that's the story." She looked at a clock on the way. "My, how the time flies. I suppose by now Alan has taken his usual nap. I suggest you go up there right away and give him a firm lecture."

"A lecture? You think?" She closed her robe again and thought about all the rivulets of cum running down her thighs.

"Definitely. Don't even waste time getting changed and cleaned up because Ron could be here soon. I'll tell you what. I'll put my bikini top back on and stay downstairs to keep an eye out for anyone coming home. That way, you're covered in case you happen to end up sucking him off as well."

Alan had tried to take a nap, but he was too agitated from his mother's unusual outburst to quickly drop off to sleep. Seeing that a nap wasn't going to happen, he went to the computer and surfed the web and answered e-mails because his mind was too scattered to do his homework either.

His recent acting job in pretending to be tortured by sexual frustration also helped in getting him off the hook. Behind Susan's conscious thought was the feeling that a son with such a big and tasty penis should never be punished, only rewarded.

Susan came in to Alan's room, but Suzanne had gotten her so drunk on lust that her anger was completely gone. Plus, she still wore nothing but the robe (though at least she'd stopped by the bathroom to clean up her sopping wet pussy as best she could).

She tried to sound stern in lecturing her son, but she was only partially successful at best. Amongst other difficulties, her nipples were so hard that they poked out noticeably even through the loose-fitting robe.

As she lectured, Alan had a hard time concentrating. Instead, he thought about her nipples and wondered what was making her so aroused. He also noticed her robe continually opening up more and more and wondered when her breasts would bounce completely free. It was a testament to his attempt to be a good son that he managed to understand her speech at all.

Susan kept her lecture mercifully brief. Her tone lightened as she finished up. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not all rules and boundaries, you know. I'm trying to loosen up and get sexy, just like you asked. Since Suzanne is in the doghouse now, it looks like more of the burden of keeping you stimulated will fall on me. I was just shopping for a new bikini before I caught you two. Why don't we go to the pool and I'll show it off for you?"

Susan was so upset that Suzanne stole all of Alan's attention earlier in the afternoon that she'd rushed to the store as soon as the both of them left and bought the skimpiest bikini she could find. When she got back she was eager to show it off, and that's how and why she learned what Alan and Suzanne were doing, because she went looking for him.

But she was still eager to show it off. This latest bikini was just like Suzanne's - it just barely had enough fabric to cover the nipples and the bush, and nothing more. In the back it was simply a string that disappeared up Susan's butt crack.

It wasn't a hard sell to get Alan interested in seeing Susan in a new bikini. She went to her bedroom to change, while Alan also changed into his swimsuit. They met by the pool a couple of minutes later.

Suzanne was nowhere to be seen; she'd made herself scarce because she knew Susan wanted this time alone with her son.

Susan stood proudly before her son, modeling the new white bikini and a matching white pair of high heels. "What do you think, Tiger? I promised I'd wear a sexier bathing suit. Does this fit the bill?" Because her skin was nearly as pale as Suzanne's, the white bikini nearly made her look completely nude.

"Oh, Mom, wow! You know it does! You're such a great mom. You're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. I love you so much, with you always trying to help me out so much, even with all the danger."

Susan was giddy with the compliments, but that mood was broken by the reminded that Ron could come home and find them there. "Don't mention that, please. Thank God your father is out, because I'd hate to see what he'd think if he saw me like this. Even though it is just a bikini. It's not like I'm showing off anything I shouldn't. But it's just such a daring bikini; he wouldn't know what to think."

The two of them sat down on lawn chairs next to each other and engaged in idle chat.

As the minutes passed, Susan started to loosen up. She'd been worried that Suzanne might come out to join them and then steal her thunder, but Suzanne was nowhere to be seen.

Now Susan was ready to play. She commented, "You know, it actually feels kind of funny to wear this, since I don't wear any underwear any more. I'm getting so used to having my breasts bounce free - and exposed to your eyes half of the time - that I don't know what to think when they're all bound up like this."

"Thank you, Mom, so much, for dressing up just for me. Or dressing down, I should say."

They both laughed. "It's the least I can do," she said. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise, from two weeks ago. You know, when I promised to suck you off every single day. It's been difficult for me adjusting to... Well, to everything. But really, that wasn't just a promise. Suzanne has helped me see that it's actually my responsibility to make sure your member is well drained."

Alan could hardly believe his ears. He just nodded his head dumbly.

She fingered the edges of her bikini in a seductive way. "I'm going to try harder to fulfill that vow. And of course I'll do my best in the visual stimulation department. Like this bikini. This is the kind of bikini that good mommies wear, don't you think? The kinds of mommies who always help to make sure their son's balls are drained dry."

Seeing that Susan was on a roll and didn't need much encouragement, Alan just nodded.

"But the problem with a bikini like this is that it covers so little you never know what will happen. Like if I try to redo the tie at the back of my neck." She raised her arms and began retying the bikini top. As she did so, the top slid up her boobs until her nipples were completely exposed.

"You see what I mean?" she squealed. "This bikini is so small I can hardly keep it on at all!"

"Yes, I definitely see what you mean," said a very aroused Alan. It wasn't just the bikini that got him going - every last inch of her was hot. She didn't have any kind of hair band on, which let her long dark brown hair flow more freely than usual. That plus the fact that she wore high heels made her seem nothing like the suburban soccer mom he'd known and loved for so many years. Then the sexy bikini took it to a whole extra level.

She continued to play with her bikini top for several minutes, driving Alan slowly insane with lust. She showed Alan all the different ways the nipples could be exposed: by popping a nipple out the top, or the bottom, or one side, or the other side, or both nipples at once in different variations. Throughout most of this she found her fingers straying to her nipples, and brushing up against them, even pinching them. The bikini top had one knot at the back of the neck and another in the middle of the back, and she found different excuses to untie one or the other, or both. Susan's nipples were neither especially large nor pronounced, but they grew more erect than she'd ever recalled them being before.

By and by, she said, "I'll bet you have the same kind of trouble with your bathing suit. For a well-hung, cum-filled boy like you, I'd be surprised if you could keep your big rod cooped up in there at all."

Alan knew when to take a hint. He immediately readjusted him crotch, making sure to cause his erection to snake out down his leg until it poked out. But it wasn't that short of a suit, and only a couple of inches were exposed. So, correctly judging his mother's mood, he simply slid his shorts down past his knees.

Susan smiled and licked her lips hungrily as she stared at his erection jutting out like a flagpole. "I think you have the right idea there, Son. As you can see, this bikini top is just so much trouble. Don't you think it's better if I just take it off altogether, instead of having to always battle it? It just doesn't fit over my chest."

"Oh yeah!" Alan agreed. He was already holding his erection and rubbing it, but just a little, as he hoped she wouldn't notice.

She took the top off and struck another sexy pose for him.

"Mom, this is just too much for a stimulation starved guy like me. Could you help me 'do my thing' right now?"

"Sorry. Mommy would love to, but she can't do that. Imagine if daddy comes home and finds Mommy with her hands around her little boy's not so little penis! Or, even worse, what if he sees Mommy bouncing her head up and down on her son's lap, sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow? Sucking his big, thick Popsicle, except it's such a hot Popsicle. Throbbing and hot! No, that won't do." She clearly was getting more than a little excited herself.

"Mind if I do it myself then?" Alan asked excitedly. Even as he asked, he was already stroking himself in an increasingly blatant manner. He was so turned on that he already had to firmly clench his PC muscle to stave off an impending orgasm.

"Does your mommy really turn you on that much?" She turned and sat up on her heels, giving him a great view of her back side. "Here. Take a look at my ass. Isn't it just scandalous how little cloth they put back here? I should go back to the store and complain: 'Hey, I wanted a bikini, not a fucking G-string!' Pardon my dirty language, by the way, but I'm just so angry. What, did they run out of fabric or something? It's like I'm totally nude. I might as well be, except for these high heels."

She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Can you imagine that? Your mommy totally naked except for high heels?"

Alan could imagine it well, since that was pretty much exactly what she looked like already. He groaned as he stroked, somehow even more blown away by her high heels than if she'd been completely nude. He was amazed that he hadn't shot his cum all over the pool deck already.

She ran her hand lovingly over her buttocks. "And this tiny string. It gets lost up my ass crack." She probed her ass crack with one hand. "What do you think Ron would say if he came home right now and saw us like this?"

She looked off in the distance and continued as if she was speaking directly to Ron. "What would you think, hubby: your wife wearing nothing but a G-string and high heels, and your son a few feet away with his swimsuit around his ankles, jacking off to his mommy's naked body? Well I have news for you, Ron. Your son is twice the man you'll ever be! And his prick is so THICK and HOT and TASTY! You have no idea how to satisfy a woman!"

She turned back to Alan and looked at his erection in mock horror. "Tiger! I told you, you can't do that!"

He moaned, "Mom! God DAMN, you're sexy!" He looked down at his hand which was overtly sliding up and down his thickness. "I just can't stop myself!"

She smiled wickedly. "Try, Son. You know that's a sin. So VERY improper!"

Alan attempted to merely hold it instead of stroking it, and he did, but he knew that was a losing battle. He wouldn't be able to resist for long.

Susan slowly scooted forward. "I hope I don't have to help you out. Why, if I did that, you just might blow your nuts all over your sinful mother! Imagine that. Imagine if Ron came home and I greeted him just drenched in your creamy jism? He might think something's not quite right. No, it's better if I just show you the rest of my bikini. It's good if I just help you with visual stimulation. I haven't even shown you the back side yet."

Alan interrupted again. "Mom? You're getting me soooo turned on. I think I'm gonna lose it soon. What should I do when it happens?"

Susan surveyed the situation, and considered the time. God, I'd love to suck his cock, but I shouldn't. Suzanne was supposed to keep watch, but she seems to have gone. And what if my husband really DOES come back and find us like this? This is crazy! "Tiger, I hate to say this, but we have to stop. Your father really might be home soon. Please go back to your room and finish up there, okay?"

"Fuckin' A!" cursed Alan. As if I can turn my urges on and off like a light switch! You're driving me mad, Mom! ... Fuck! She's my mom! Unbelievable!

But after taking a deep breath or two, he continued with a conciliatory tone. "But that's okay. I understand." He looked at her with dejected puppy dog eyes.

"Awww..." She wavered, and turned fully toward him. "I suppose we could. Maybe just a couple of licks... Just a minute to taste a little bit..." She scooted closer.

Alan prayed with all his might that she'd help, even though he wasn't religious.

But she hesitated, looking extremely nervous. Just then, a big truck drove past, which they could hear all the way in the back yard. That reminded her of her husband arriving home, and she pulled back. "I'm sorry. We can't. Not now. I have to think of my husband."