Six Times a Day Pt. 14

"Of course, Mom. I'd love it." A shiver of excitement passed up his spine at her casual request to pleasure his penis. She said it in the same way she'd always made offers to help him button up his shirt and the like. It never escaped his mind that she was his mother, and that forbidden fact drove him wild.

She reached her hands over his leg and began stroking his erection. "Mommy knows best," she mumbled. "Let Mommy squeeze all that nasty sperm right out of you."

Alan lay down on the bed, since he was already sitting on it. Even though he'd cum little more than five minutes before, he had no trouble getting hard again, because it was Susan.

She tried to keep a cool demeanor and pretend that she had her emotions under control. But she was only deceiving herself. Just the mere act of putting her hands around his shaft calmed her trembling nerves and soothed her mind but also sent her libido into overdrive. She had a way of getting into it 100%, which blocked out all other disturbing thoughts.

She thought to herself, It's so hard for me. So hard. My Angel, bless her soul, I love her dearly, but she clearly is no match for me when it comes to cock tending. Mommies DO know best. I'm not going to leave him unsatisfied. I don't care if the door IS open! If Katherine comes by, she's just going to have to watch and learn how a cocksucking is really done!

As she got into it, she cooed, "Poor, poor baby. Let your mommy help you out. It pains me to think of you having to pleasure yourself and possibly damage this lovely thing. And the sin of self- gratification. We can't even let that happen."

He exaggerated his so-called plight. "You're right, Mom, if I do it alone my penis hurts soooo bad. Sis was just trying to help. So, does that mean you're not mad at her?" He was trying to take maximum advantage of the new mood of his obviously penis-hungry mother.

But she scowled and said, "I'm still mad! The punishment still stands. She should have talked to me. If she wants to stroke or suck your penis, then just like Suzanne she needs to talk to me first. How else can I be sure that things don't get out of hand?"

"You make the rules, and I want to respect them," Alan said meekly. "By the way, could you take off your nightie to help me reach climax?"

"Hmmm... Maybe, just this once..." she said, ignoring that she'd been running around nude quite often lately. She stood up and exposed her gorgeous orbs to Alan.

She desperately missed being an exhibitionist, even though it hadn't been that long. She immediately felt better and more at ease topless. It was almost literally felt like taking off a ball and chain. She smiled, just from the joy of being naked for her son.

She sighed contentedly. Naked and with my hands around his penis. His dick. His cock! God yes! Now this is what I've been waiting for! But at the same time she periodically looked back towards the open door, fearing that Katherine would come out of her room and expose her as a hypocrite.

Alan sat back up to check her out. "Holy cow, Mom, your boobs are so fantastic! I've missed them so very much. You've hardly been naked at all for me lately. You're so insanely beautiful. You look so young. Twenty years old. Twenty two, tops."

Susan beamed with pride. She posed for him for a minute, just standing still like a model being photographed. But she was so naturally modest that she was momentarily struck with a loss of how to verbally respond to the compliment. "Well... Thanks, but... just remember there's much more to your mother than just her bust."

"I know, Mom, I know. You're the greatest all around. And I don't just mean your body. Though I do mean that, too. But when it comes to getting me excited, nothing beats seeing you naked. Not even Suzanne. Every inch of you is perfect. Please be naked more often for me, please?"

"I'll try, if it'll make you feel better," she said, bowing her head, bashful with pride. She was especially extremely pleased to hear she excited him more than Suzanne. But she snapped out of her reverie when she saw Alan had begun stroking his penis.

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing, Alan Plummer?" she said in a mock huff.

"Sorry, Mom, but you get me so excited, I couldn't wait."

She sat back down next to him. "Leave that to us females with soft hands. I want to give you an extra special handjob for being so nice. Not to mention what I had to do at the airport." She was obliquely referring to the kiss she'd given her husband. "I'm sorry about that."

As she grew excited, her fingers began pumping on his erection faster and faster. "God, how I miss doing this!"

Alan was already near the verge, due to his sister's earlier work and Amy's as well. In fact, he suddenly thought - Oh my God - what if Mom came in here when Amy was still here? And why didn't we think to lock the door after Amy left? Such thoughts only increased his excitement. He felt the pressure in his loins begin to build up.

But at the same time, she had made reference to the airport kiss, and that cooled his ardor down some. He tried to focus on that memory, painful though it was, to delay his orgasm.

It worked. Even as she passionately stoked, he was able to say relatively calmly, "Mom, I know you're his wife and everything, but it hurt me so much to see you practically make out like that."

"Please. Forget about it. He's gone. Believe me, it hurt me more than you, but it was just a distasteful thing I had to do. The only way I could get through it was to imagine I was kissing you instead. I love you, Tiger! He's gone and I've got my hands sliding up and down your wonderful dick, so everything's okay again. Please forgive me!"

"Okay, Mom. But you won't do it again?"

"Not if I can help it. Mommy's lips belong to her fierce little Tiger. So do her fingers and tits. Next time Ron will just have to understand that her son comes first!"

"What about the rest of you?"

"All of me. Mommy only loves her cute little Tiger!"

Alan was so excited by this that it started his climax. However, he had nowhere safe to shoot his load.

Susan hadn't thought of that problem either - she was busy regretting that she hadn't been sitting in a position where she could suck him off.

So he simply began shoot his semen up into the air. It flew up high, and then came splatting down onto the carpet several feet away from them.

Both of them seemed transfixed watching the ropes of cum shoot from his penis.

But then Susan suddenly remembered what Suzanne had taught her about the sinfulness of spilling one's seed onto the ground. Reminded by the sight of Alan shooting into Katherine's face, she shouted, "The face! The face! Facial! Pearl! Uh, pearl necklace!"

Alan was otherwise engaged mentally and had trouble understanding what she meant.

Susan too happened to be experiencing a small orgasm of her own - just the sight of Alan shooting off was enough to get her off too. So she wasn't too coherent. What she meant was that he should aim for her face, and cover it in his seed just as he'd done to his sister.

But he was too dazed to move her face into position, and his spasming was over before either of them knew it.

When it was all done, Susan shook his penis back and forth, as if he'd just finishing peeing, and wiped the last dribbles of cum off his penis with her hand. She looked shell shocked, torn between pleasure and restraint.

"You're the best, Mom!" Alan enthused, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry. I'll give you a nice facial next time." He pulled back and looked at her.

She appeared dazed, and conflicted. She was having post-coital guilt again.

Since she appeared to be blushing and feeling awkward over her call to take it in the face, he changed the subject. "Um, yeah. We should probably get this mess cleaned up."

That seemed to shake her out of her dumbfounded stupor. "I'll... get some towels, and some, uh, ... the vacuum cleaner. You get dressed if you still want dessert. The cookies are getting cold."

She got up and switched her mind into cleaning mode. When Alan turned away, she wiped a gob of cum that had found its way to the back of her hand into her mouth. She thought again about the cum smell permeating his room. "Oh, and uh, please open up the windows. It's very important you do that."

CHAPTER 3

Later, Katherine and Alan came downstairs for the homemade cookies Susan had baked.

As the three of them ate cookies, Susan laid down the ground rules for how Alan and Katherine could behave with each other. She said that Katherine could help Alan "do his thing," but only with her hands for the time being, and only if she asked permission from Susan first.

Katherine admitted that this was not the first time she had provided help, which wasn't a surprise to Susan since Alan had mentioned it a short time before. But she and Alan still kept secret the fact that they had been actually fucking each other too.

Suzanne came over not long after that; even though it was a Friday night her social life lately focused almost entirely on the Plummer family.

Susan was still dressed in her nightie, hoping that Alan might be inspired to need more help later. But when Suzanne arrived, Susan felt self conscious and changed back into regular clothes.

The whole group ended up watching a movie. It seemed as if it was just another night in suburbia.

It was hardly the penis suck-athon Susan had half-expected now that her husband Ron was gone. Being able to give Alan a handjob before dinner had satisfied her somewhat, but she was incredulous that she hadn't sucked him off even once all day, now that her husband had gone.

The truth was, Alan was also expecting more to happen, but his energy was flagging.

Deep down, Susan was frustrated Alan wasn't more aggressive with her. Most of the time, he honestly was trying hard to obey her boundaries and what she actually said, as opposed to what she secretly thought and really wanted him to do. She found it too difficult to be more honest with her words, and in fact she often couldn't even consciously admit to herself what her real wants were. But on some deeper level she decided she could take no more and would take the initiative with her body.

She waited until Suzanne had left again. Since it was already late at night by then, she figured that was a good excuse for her to come to his room wearing her nightie once again. She was ready to make her goodnight kiss become something more, even though he was busy reading.

Alan's door was partially open, so she came in after a perfunctory knock. "Hi Tiger, am I disturbing you?" Again the smell of her son's cum hit her nose and nearly overwhelmed her. It immediately kicked her lusty desires into a higher gear.

"Not really, Mom. I'm always happy to see you." He turned from his work and devoted all of his attention to her. He undressed her with his eyes, no longer showing any shame in openly ogling her incredible body.

She didn't know how to "force" him to get her to suck his penis, and she was too proud and in self-denial to just come out and ask for what she wanted. She tried to make small talk. "Kind of a relief now that Ron's on another continent, huh?"

"Yep. Sure is. Something on your mind?"

"Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Actually, it's still early for bedtime on a Friday night, don't you think? I'm going to be reading for a while."

"Oh. Well I could give you one now, and one later."

Alan smiled. "Sounds good. Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, I said before that we could reassess things once he's gone. So I've been thinking. I'm ready now to more actively help you out with your stimulation problem."

Alan thought, As if that wasn't clear from earlier today! But he kept the sarcasm to himself and merely asked, "What do you mean exactly, Mom?"

She blushed. "If you, for instance, if you're having a really tough time getting aroused, and you absolutely positively need some help, I could help out. With my hands or even my mouth, if you really need that kind of help. You know, sometimes, mind you, if the alternative is bleak..."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest. I'm so relieved! I kind of had a feeling you'd say something like that, 'cos I know you're just such a great mom." He stood up and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek.

She was disappointed. He seemed ready to go back to his book. "Um, you know, uh, how are you doing right now? Do you have any kind of urgent need that you want me to take care of?" With her son's room smelling like a whorehouse, tempting her and reminding her how his penis tasted, she was desperate to get his meaty slab back into her mouth.

"Thanks, but actually I'm doing okay. Even though I'm one short of six today, I'm afraid of pushing my luck. You know the help Katherine and you gave me earlier? That wasn't too long ago, and I'm still recovering from that. But if something changes I'll let you know."

In actual fact, that wasn't entirely true. Even though his energy was flagging, he wasn't about to turn down the chance for his mother to suck his penis. But he wanted to see how much she'd volunteer before he had to ask.

"Oh," was all Susan said. She hung her head dejectedly; her disappointment was obvious.

That secretly amused and pleased Alan. "On the other hand," he suddenly piped up, "if you dress really sexily, then I can't control my urges and I'd just have to have you help me out."

"You mean this isn't sexy?" Susan ran her hands provocatively over her nightie, frustrated. It was the same one she'd been wearing before Suzanne came over. "I thought you like this kind of thing."

"I do. I love it. But my penis is so overworked tonight that it would take something really extraordinary to get it going again. For instance, I was thinking, one thing that would be really sexy is if a woman wore an ordinary T-shirt, but cut out a big hole right in the middle for the boobs to stick out of. I think that would be reaaaaally sexy. Especially if that woman had really huge boobs."

Susan smiled. "Do you? It just so happens I might know a woman with just such a shirt, though I don't know if she's as big in the chest department as you'd like."

"Oh Mom, I KNOW she's definitely big enough, and super sexy."

She smiled like she'd just won the lottery. "You flatterer! I'll be back in a minute. We can't have you not reach your sixth time today." She winked and went to her room.

A pair a scissors and a few minutes later, she was back. But her mood had changed - the shirt made her feel silly and ashamed, as if she was nothing more than a pair of tits. She nervously asked, "How's this, Tiger?" It looked like her tits were so big that they simply exploded their way through a white T-shirt.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Alan said with excitement. "Pardon the cursing, but damn, that looks sexy!" He looked her up and down, checking out her short sports shorts and seemingly incongruous black high heels. But he loved the overall effect.

He commanded, "Put your hands behind your back like you've been tied up."

Susan did so, even though that only amplified her apprehensive feelings. However, it also turned her on powerfully. Being ordered to do it got her creaming even more.

Alan whistled in appreciation. "Wow, man. I'm certainly getting a hard-on that needs serious assistance. I hate to say this, but the shirt makes you look totally slutty. Hey Katherine, come here!" he shouted.

Since Katherine's room was only ten feet away, she was in Alan's room in seconds flat. As she came in, she heard Susan pleading, "No, don't bring my innocent Angel in here! This is so embarrassing and demeaning!"

A part of Susan wanted to flee the room, but the mouth watering prospect of sucking cock forced her to stay. Also, she didn't understand her submissive nature and failed to realize that being seen like this by her daughter too would only arouse her still further.

Alan spoke to Katherine. "What do you think - does the T-shirt make Mom look embarrassing?"

Katherine shook her head emphatically no. "No way. I think it makes her look totally sexy."

Alan answered, "I completely agree. Look how it raises the boobs and makes them stick practically straight out. Way cool."

Katherine was in complete agreement. "Yeah. Wow, Mom, you're so hot. So sexy! God, such tits. Good thing Sir Isaac Newton isn't here 'cos you're violating his laws of gravity."

Susan's shame was greatly reduced by all the compliments and she bowed her head slightly in modest glee. "You're just saying that," she blushed.

Alan said to his sister, "Thanks for the input. You should go now, 'cos Mom is gonna suck me off."

"Oh, lucky you. And lucky her! Have fun." Katherine went back to her room. She left the doors open to her brother's room and her room as she went so she could hear anything loud that might be happening.

Susan complained, "Tiger, did you really have to do that? First your bring Angel in here to see me like this, then you tell her I'm going to suck you off. I feel so terribly naughty!" She looked down at herself and regretted her choice of short shorts because she could easily see rivulets of pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs. She hoped her daughter hadn't seen them.

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't realize. Definitely keep the shirt, though. But now I could really, really use a good blowjob."

Susan unzipped his shorts and grasped his hardness. All her worries and embarrassments melted away and she was in heaven on Earth again. Her fingers played at it like she was playing a piano. It almost felt like tickling to have all her fingers appearing and disappearing all over his penis at once.

But then she grew aware of the open door and mumbled, "That Katherine. Was she born in a barn?"

She was torn between getting up to close the door and staying. In the end she couldn't tear herself away from Alan's privates, not even for a few seconds.

Susan sucked and licked his fuck rod for many long minutes. She kept the shirt on since Alan liked it so much. Plus, though she didn't consciously realize it, the sense of shame in wearing it only heightened her erotic mood. She wanted to say really sexy things to him, but her mouth was too busy sucking, so instead she let her thoughts run free, saying more to herself than she would be willing to say out loud.

Look at your mommy, Son! She's such a slut! She just loves to suck your cock! God, I don't know what it is, but I just love this shirt, too! And when you told me to put my hands behind my back to make it look like I'd been tied up - that makes me so hot! Somehow, the combination makes me feel like some kind of tit slave. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I adore the idea of being your slave! Tiger!

Normally, Susan kept her eyes down while cocksucking, mostly out of a continued sense of embarrassment. But now she looked briefly up towards Alan's face. Look at your mommy suck your prick! She's your cock slave! She's your cum slut! Her body is for your hands only, my darling boy! Ron, that cheating bastard, will never get so much as a kiss on the cheek from me again, not if I can help it! Tiger, you might as well be my husband because you're the only man who'll ever get my love now.

Oh God. Alan my husband! That makes me so HOT! But it's so WRONG, a mother thinking about marrying her own son. I can't go there. I have to just focus on the cock instead, the glorious cock. Mmmm! If I can't be your wife, I'll be your nympho cocksucker! Just licking it, it's better than sex!

Her thoughts returned to the open door. Why did Katherine leave the damn door open? She knew what I was going to do in here. Anyone could walk by and see me here with my lips sliding up and down my son's big tool. It's so humiliating to be on public display! Does she want to watch? Is she going to walk by and watch? Oh God! What if I have to give Alan blowjobs in front of her? And everybody else?