Six Times a Day Pt. 23

Alan momentarily had the desire to say sexy and nasty things to her in response to her new look. But he realized that it took a big leap of courage for her to go this far and the best response was just to act as if it was a perfectly normal thing until she got more used to it.

"Hi Tiger," she said, "How was your day?" She walked up to him as she said this, and kissed him on the cheek as she usually did. But then she kissed him on the lips, and even briefly tongued him. She rubbed her body up against his, making sure to slide her hard nipples up against his T-shirt.

"Whoa," said Alan. He was used to his goodnight kisses, but a kiss during the day was a welcome surprise, even if it was brief and without tongue. "It just got a lot better. What was that for?"

"Suzanne told me today that I need to be friendlier when greeting people, so I'm trying to change my ways, especially when it comes to kissing. You like?"

When she asked, "You like," she wasn't just speaking of the brief but intimate kiss. She stepped back a few feet and pirouetted around to show off her new apron. It was a specially designed erotic apron, which had cloth in areas to highlight the fact that there was no cloth covering the tits or ass.

She didn't mention her new approval of Suzanne's advice that she could do just about anything with Alan short of straight intercourse, and the more she did, the healthier it would be for the both of them. She was embarrassed about it, yet eager. She wanted to break new barriers right away, but was a little bit afraid how. She'd never been fucked in the tits or in the ass, or even had her pussy licked. Her husband was as bad of a lover as he was an infrequent one, which was easy to understand now that his homosexuality had been revealed.

"I most definitely like," Alan enthused. "You look even sexier than you did this morning! I couldn't imagine that was even possible, but it's true. I like how it exposes and hides at the same time."

Susan laughed. "Well it doesn't hide that much. It mostly exposes. About the only thing it tries to hide is this." She lifted up the front of the apron and showed off her pussy.

"Mmmm, that's one spot I'd like to get to know a lot better." Alan was struck by how willing she was now to show herself off like this, despite her nervousness. He figured the fashion show in particular had done wonders to get her to enjoy showing herself off.

"Now, now, Tiger, remember that I'm your mother. We have to have limits." She still held the apron up, and even wiggled her hips a bit, greatly diminishing her authority to talk seriously about limits.

"Do you remember what we did this morning?" They both knew that he was referring to their brief dry hump.

"Do I? How could I possibly forget? But I'm serious what I said about that. We can do many things, but we can't do that again. I just don't think I have the self-control to get that close to you-know-what. Sorry about that, Tiger."

He frowned. She seemed unusually determined to actually maintain this restriction. He didn't know it yet, but she felt safer with anal sex, even, than more dry humping.

To compensate for his disappointment, she moved back to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. Her aroused nipples again poked firmly into his chest.

Alan wished his shirt was off so he could feel skin against skin.

She eyed his crotch. "How's our little friend doing? Are you going to keep him locked up in those shorts forever?"

"Forever? I've been home a total of two minutes. He's doing fine now, thanks to you." Alan grinned as he took his shorts and underwear off. "I still have five times to go to make eight today."

Susan did some quick math and frowned, realizing he must have gotten off in school again without her. She'd noticed from the chart on his wall that he appeared to get one check each day while in school, and sometimes even two.

She thought, I'm dying to know who's helping out at school, but I suppose it's none of my business. I don't want to come across like a jealous girlfriend.

God, that gets me so HOT, imagining I'm his girlfriend! In any case, eight times is a LOT, even for a virile, cum-filled boy like him. He's gonna need help at school so I should be thanking whomever it is, especially since having sex at school must be a hard thing to accomplish without getting caught. Heck, knowing my Tiger, he's probably getting blown and stroked by all kinds of girls at school! That gets me even hotter!

Alan's erection sprang out, and Susan enveloped it with her hands even before it had stopped bouncing from being freed.

Alan looked over her apron outfit and asked half-seriously, "Mom, how on earth do you expect me to concentrate at school, when I know I have someone so hot waiting to help me at home?"

Susan was fishing for more compliments. "Don't talk about your sister that way," she replied, knowing full-well that wasn't his meaning.

"Mom, I'm talking about you! Katherine is gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but you're like one of the all time greats. The greatest beauties of all time. Like Marilyn Monroe or something. You're so beautiful and sexy that I can hardly stand it! One of these weeks I'm going to have to get sick so I can stay home with you all day, every day. Just so I could do nothing but play with your perfect body. Imagine if every day was Tuesday."

Susan blushed and trembled with joy. "You say the nicest things! But your studies come first. Why don't we get your penis irregularity check done now so you can hit the books. Then we can enjoy some nice cocksuckings later on without having to worry about doing that. You have such a silver tongue, but maybe I can show you that my tongue is good for a thing or two as well."

She dragged him by his erection up the stairs and down the hallway, towards his room.

"Not so fast, Mom; I haven't gotten your attention yet." He reached forward and grabbed her ass. They made their way through the house laughing and joking, with him attached at her ass and her firmly gripping his hard-on somewhat like a two person conga line.

Susan thought to herself, His hands on my ass! So natural. They belong there. What I really need is to have him FUCK me right up the ASS! Right now I should just tell him, "Excuse me Tiger, but your mother really needs it. Your mommy needs your big fat cock deep up her butt. Fuck my asshole, please! Do your mommy's butt deep! So deep!"

But I'm afraid. It's gonna hurt. I know it's gonna hurt. And he might hate me for being a weirdo. He probably hates the idea of anal sex. I know he does. I wonder if there's a way to change that. He sure likes my butt on the outside, at least.

When they reached the door to Alan's room, Alan pushed her past it. "Let's use your room," he said. he found the idea of doing sexual things to his mother in her own bed even more exciting than doing the same things in his own.

She stopped in the hall. "We shouldn't," she said weakly as she jerked him off.

As he stood there with his hands roaming her ass while she played with her nipples, he said, "You know, Mom, there's something extra sexy about this apron. I hope you wear it a lot. It's so sexy, but at the same time it reminds me that you're my mother, who cleans my clothes and cooks my food. It makes me so happy. Plus, it shows off just how huge your luscious tits really are."

She smiled a wide smile. "It makes me happy too. And I'm so proud that my tits can give you such joy. I used to almost hate my tits, but now I love them. I even disliked the word. But these aren't breasts, they're tits!"

Her thoughts began to drift. Suzanne said it's okay if he fucks my tits. He needs to start doing that immediately. I don't know how it's gonna feel, but it's less scary than anal sex. Alan, be a good boy and fuck your mommy's hooters. Do it now!

But she didn't let on as to what she was thinking. She merely smiled benignly, and said, "I must admit, I've been fighting it, but I'm so glad about your treatment needs. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never felt so happy, so alive, as I have been in the last few weeks."

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I love you so much!"

Alan stood behind her and felt her butt again, since it was the only thing he was technically allowed to touch. He worked his way towards the center of her rear and ended by sliding a finger into her anus.

"Tiger, I'm your mother!" Susan cried in dismay. "If you respect and appreciate me, you'll do that more often." It took a few seconds for Alan to register that she was saying the opposite of what he was expecting she'd say, and that her dismay was feigned.

"That's a joke, Tiger," she continued. "I know I'm not very good at them, but I'm working on it."

She thought, Suzanne says it's okay if Tiger has my butt. It's okay! Son, take my butt and do crazy things to it. Get sexy all over your mommy's ass! Take out your finger, and put your cock inside me instead! Fill me with cock! Mommy wants to be a butt slut! Take my butt and fill it with your beefy rod!

But outwardly, Susan again only gave a contented, motherly smile.

Alan didn't have the slightest clue about the thoughts raging in her head. "You're the best, Mom," he replied as he started to gently push her down the hall. "Not a lot of moms would be willing to help out so much with a son's medical troubles. ... By the way, I like this big bow on your back. What would happen if I undid it?"

She was horny beyond belief, and nearly jumped with joy that he'd finally mentioned the bow. Not only did she not resist his pushing her towards her bedroom, she started walking there on her own. "I don't know, since you've never undone it before. It holds the apron together. If you do that, my clothes will fall off. If that happens, I imagine I'll have to fall naked on the bed and suck your cock quite a lot." She turned back to make eye contact. Her smoldering look showed she could hardly wait.

"I could think of worse things that could happen," Alan said jokingly as he undid the bow.

CHAPTER 3

Sure enough, the apron fell down as he undid the bow (she helpfully pulled the straps of the apron off of her shoulders at the same time). It fell to the ground.

As they entered her room, she said breathlessly, "You know, it feels kind of like you're my husband and I'm your wife and you're coming to our bed to have your way with me. But I'm not! I'm just one of your many faithful cocksuckers!"

Alan was afraid to push his luck - he didn't know what might fuel her fantasies and what might offend. So he just smiled knowingly like he knew what he was doing.

Susan laid herself down, spread eagled on her double bed. She put her knees wide apart, and made sure to give him a good look of her pussy lips. "Just what do you plan to do to me here in your father's bed?"

She asked seductively, "Are you having unwholesome thoughts about your mommy? Your cocksucking loving, penis hungry-mouthed mommy?"

He crawled close between her legs and had a good look at her pussy.

But she didn't want him to just look. She rolled onto her stomach and stuck her ass up into the air, visually inviting him to "get her attention" yet again. "Your mommy is having some very naughty thoughts about you right now. I think you need a big reward for saying such nice things about her." She couldn't get over the fact he'd compared her to the likes of Marilyn Monroe, and it made her giddy.

He said, "That's all I do all day, is have unwholesome thoughts about you. But I love you. And I keep my promise to respect your boundaries." He took off his last bits of clothing and hopped up behind her. He grabbed her butt with both hands and began kneading it. Emboldened by her frisky move, after a few minutes he reached out and cupped her pussy.

She thought, Oh no, he's gonna fuck me for sure! I'm going too far. No self control whatsoever. I have to pull back a bit. "I love you too, Son. But boundaries, remember the boundaries," she told him reluctantly but sternly. "You were just saying how you respect them."

Alan was a bit surprised. He'd never seen her so eager, yet firm. He obeyed her wishes, and pretended that he was obeying the "boundaries" all along. "I know, Mom, I am respecting them. I'm just getting some lubrication." He wiped up some of her pussy juices onto his fingers and then plunged a slippery finger into her anus.

"Uh!" she groaned. "I guess that's ... uh!... okay then. But don't go too far and force me to stop what we're doing. There's just one place you shouldn't touch!"

He pushed his index finger in and out of her butt hole. Using the excuse of getting a good grip, his other fingers brushed her skin on both sides. Since her pussy was mere inches away from her anus, that meant his thumb lightly rested on her slit most of the time.

"I wouldn't think of it, Mom," he finally said. He let his thumb "accidentally" run up and down her slit.

Susan began thrusting her ass up into the air in time with his finger's prodding. Using the excuse of probing deeper into her ass, he tightened the grip of his other fingers, causing his thumb to slightly slip into her pussy lips.

But to his disappointment, she quickly said, "I think someone's idea of boundaries is getting a little too blurry. If a neighbor were able to look in the windows right now, they might get the mistaken impression that you and I were doing something incestuous." She said this with either great self-deception, ironic understatement, or both.

She raised her butt even higher, letting Alan concentrate on her anus for a while. She thought, You know, right now if I wanted to, I could tell him, "Fuck me in the ass." And it would happen. He'd probably get over his anal sex phobia and do my ass.

But what would my mother think about that? She would just die of horror and shame. Or my father? He would kill me! What if they could see me now? ... Oh dear, why did my parents have to pop into my head?

Thoughts of the ass were now momentarily tainted for Susan by the thoughts of her parents, so she decided to do something else. "I'm going to roll over."

Alan removed his hands from her ass and let her roll over. His erection bobbed in the air and he hoped it would get in on the action soon.

"Your turn to lie down," she said. "Someone's willy is a little too overheated, so I'm going to calm him down."

Alan laid his head on his mother's pillow, and watched as she crawled towards him on all fours across the big bed. He was delightfully reminded that the only thing she was still wearing was high heels.

She climbed up a little past his groin so her boobs were hanging down right where his stiffness was poking up. She grabbed her tits and pressed them around his hard penis.

But such contact (technically a violation of her own boundary rules) was all too brief for Alan.

She said, "Oopsie! How did that happen?" and she soon scooted back a bit so her mouth was over his tool. She added, "If you continue to be a good boy, I just might have to move the boundaries just a bit. We might have to allow you to fuck Mommy's big tits again. And whenever you want! Would you like that?"

He panted, "God yes!"

"Good! But right now she wants your slippery hardness in her mouth too much to play around." She took his erection between her lips and began sucking.

Alan decided that if she was almost okay with titfucking, she wouldn't mind a little tit groping. So he hefted her weighty, hanging tits, and grasped them tightly while she furiously licked. He could just barely reach them, but she readjusted her body a bit to give him better access. From the get-go it was all he could do not to shoot his load, so most of his concentration centered on his PC muscle, and preventing a semen explosion.

After a while, she stopped for a moment to rest her jaw and said, "Now, just because I'm sucking your cock on the bed where your father and I conceived you, don't think this makes you a replacement for my husband. We may not be for long, but we're still married, and I feel weird having you here in my marriage bed. We should only 'cum' here on special occasions. Boundaries, you know."

Even as she said this, she had the sense that particular boundary was crumbling. "To call you a replacement for that loser would be an insult to you! I wonder if I should break it to him that I've become addicted to the taste of my son's sperm..." She resumed her sucking.

"Um, Mom, are you forgetting that I'm adopted?"

"Yes, I am. Now, don't question what your mommy says to you. And don't make her talk. Just make her suck your meat. That's what mommies are best at."

She smiled to herself contentedly, and resumed sucking again. Whenever she had his penis in her mouth, she felt like she entered some kind of special land, a perfect utopia with no trouble or distractions. All that mattered was the penis, and she was overwhelmed by waves of joy and love. Nothing else entered her mind but the sexual feelings in her mouth, her mauled boobs, and her tingling pussy.

Alan looked down and saw her still on all fours, her chest now pressed down on his thighs and her ass high up in the air. He reluctantly let go of her tits since they were pressed up against him too firmly for him to fondle them properly. He wanted to grope her ass, but it was past his knees and too far away. So he stroked the silky smooth skin on her back.

She pulled her body slightly away from his, so now her nipples still touched the tops of his legs, but the rest of her boobs swayed enticingly. With such a sight before him, and the increasingly practiced things she was doing with her mouth, he suddenly felt inspired to say, "You know, Mom, I'm serious about what I said about your beauty. Sometimes looking at you is so overwhelming that I think I'm going to faint. I try not to think about you at all at school any more, because I just can't function if I do."

She stopped what she was doing, and moved up his body, kissing him all the way. After she planted kisses up his neck and chin, she put her mouth right above his, and then stopped. With her mouth an inch above his, she asked, "You're just saying that, aren't you? I know. I know you're a tit man, and you only love Mommy because of her big hooters."

She pulled back from his face, which disappointed Alan greatly, but he didn't completely mind because she put on a nice display for him. Sitting up over him, she clutched at her boobs with her hands and squeezed them together and up, proudly pushing them toward her face.

Alan was going to protest her comments, but he was left breathless by her beauty.

She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing him all the time in the world to luxuriate at the sight of her bare chest.

He reached tentatively forward with a hand.

She opened her eyes and saw this, then grabbed the hand and firmly pulled it into her chest. Then she grabbed the other one, and rubbed his inert hands all over her tits.

The hands didn't stay inert for long. "No, Mom, that's not true," he finally managed to say, as his hands rubbed her tits together with her hands still over his. "Yes, your tits are fantastic, and I fantasize about them, like, every second of the day. I swear, my IQ must have gone down ten points in the last week alone, just from my brain thinking about your tits. Probably another ten points from thinking about Suzanne's, too. But there's so much more to you. Every inch of you is perfect, inside and out."

She giggled with pure happiness. "Ten points, eh? Is that all? I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I need to let you play with them more often." She leaned forward and kissed him, but only for a second. Then she said, more to herself than to him, "Maybe you need to suck them and milk them every single day. Yes. You do."