6 Times a Day

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Susan knelt down by the edge of the bed. Thrusting her chest forward again, she said, "I think it's best if you... explore... my, uh, upper torso, er, chestal region. Since you seem so fascinated with that part of my body, we both get too excited when you touch me there. But maybe if we repeatedly practice it in a controlled setting, we'll get used to it and I won't be filled with such a constant and uncontrollable desire to suck your cock." She blushed and bowed her head. "Um, I mean, perform oral sex on your member."

He loved how she looked when she pinned her hands behind her head and thrust her chest forward. And he loved how her globes were already rising up and down repeatedly in time to her heavy breathing.

He reached out with both hands. He saw that she was trembling all over in what was probably some combination of lust and fear, and he didn't want to scare her off. So he started tentatively at first, barely brushing her boobs with a feather-light touch and keeping far away from her nipples.

He saw that caused her to shiver and tremble even more, so he experimented with light touches. He grazed her skin with his hands, carefully keeping within that boundary between touching and not touching. In so doing, he brushed her tiny, nearly invisible body hairs in a delightful way that caused her to pant even louder.

She'd long known that her breasts were extra sensitive, but whenever he played with her there the intensity of her response always surprised her just the same. She felt she'd been jolted with a powerful shock, but one of pure pleasure.

It felt so good that she couldn't stand it for long. She was forced to say, "Tiger, please! Can you do something else for a while? This practice is supposed to make me want to suck your cock less, not more! God, it's so good!"

He obligingly moved his fingers to her nipples and began twisting them lightly.

Susan gasped out loud. If anything, his nipple play felt even better and it was all she could do not to climax. It was almost as if her nipples had all the nerve endings of a clitoris. OH GOD! DEAR GOD! TOO MUCH! She panted wildly, but tried to endure the rush of total arousal.

He knew she loved nipple play, but he didn't yet understand how stimulating one part of her body could strongly affect her elsewhere. So he calmly asked while he fondled, "I don't understand, Mom. I'm just playing with your breasts. What does that have to do with oral sex?"

She panted, "Wait! Can you... Just... Can you just... Hold 'em! Don't... twist!"

He kept his fingers still until her breathing calmed down. As they waited, he spontaneously exclaimed, "Mom, I love you so much!" He was feeling so much love for her, as well as lust, that he just had to express it.

She beamed with maternal joy. "I know. I know. And I love you. But just... hold 'em, for now. Nipples too... sensitive..."

She waited a little longer. She was riding a powerful erotic buzz and wasn't in any hurry. She gazed longingly at the large bulge in the bed sheets. Mmmm! I have the best son ever! Such a GOOD son! So loving, so kind, so thoughtful. And he's so wonderfully endowed. I'm truly blessed! Other sons might try to take advantage of their horny, busty mommies, but he understands I'm in a fragile and sensitive state right now.

As her chest slowed its heaving, his fingers started to resume their exploration of her massive mounds. He was tentative at first, but when she didn't complain, he grew a bit more assertive, even tweaking her nipples a bit. But he didn't want her to get too aroused to continue, so he was sparing with the nipple play.

Finally, he prodded her again. "Mom, what does playing with your tits have to do with oral sex?"

She answered honestly, "I don't know. But there seems to be some kind of connection between my nipples, my pussy, and my mouth. When one are gets stimulated, it's like an electric current keeps shooting between them all until I don't know up from down."

She thought to herself, I'm so WET! God, am I soaked! Mmmm! There really does seem to be some kind of direct line from my nipples to my clitoris, and my mouth too! This is almost as much fun as making love to his fat cock with my lips and tongue!

She continued, "All I know is that I want to make you feel good in return, and I start thinking about that... big... cock. That great big tasty... mouthwateringly delicious and thick... Oh so good and yummy... mmmm... COCK!"

She was staring so intently at the bulge his boner was making in the sheets that it seemed like her eyes would burn a hole through the fabric to expose his erection. He was copiously leaking pre-cum, which made a noticeable wet spot on the white sheet. She could almost see through it, and just thinking about what was there made her salivate.

But as much as he would have liked another blowjob, at that moment he wanted to stop her emotional mood swings. He didn't want her to wake up the next day feeling even worse about herself, because if that kept happening, eventually something much worse would happen, though he wasn't sure quite what. He was in this for the long haul, so he tried to think strategically instead of just thinking with his dick.

He said, "Shhhh! You'll wake up Ron! Do you want him to hear you yelling 'cock' in his son's bedroom?"

She blushed. "No, I suppose not."

The reminder of Ron aroused her more, not less. She contemplated throwing the sheets back and stuffing Alan's erection into her mouth. Even the way he was being so understanding was turning her on terribly. But she knew that if she did that, things could easily spiral out of control. Her nipples and pussy were tingling, and an orgasm was slowly building inside her.

She thought, I am kneeling already. This is the standard cocksucking position, and my favorite position in the whole wide world! Naked and on my knees for my son! All I have to do is lean forward a little bit, and he can keep playing with my chest while I suck! I need it so bad, I'm starting to drool!

But then she grew nervous and looked towards Alan's door. It was clear from her face that she was thinking about her husband just down the hall.

She stood up, putting her tits out of her son's reach. As she did, her robe finally fell off the rest of the way. She turned around so she could bend over to pick it up. That put her ass and pussy practically in her son's face.

While she lingered an extremely long time picking up the robe, Alan had plenty of opportunity to notice just how wet she'd gotten between her legs. New rivulets were flowing from her puffy labia.

He could clearly see every detail of her snatch, which was showing between her legs. He was sorely tempted to reach out and "get her attention" right there, but he remembered the importance of not pushing her too far yet again. He didn't want to do anything that might cause her to end this new tradition on future nights, so he refrained.

But while he was timid in his lack of action, his imagination didn't hold back. He thought as he examined her cunt, Dang! That is where I want to be! Right in that fucking hole. Hot damn! I'm doing my sister and then I'm going to do my mother! I'm gonna BANG her! Yes! And that ass! It's so perfect it doesn't seem real. So firm and muscular, yet so soft and feminine. If I could just reach out... If only it wasn't for Ron...

She finally stood up and turned back around to face him. "Thanks for the nice kiss, Tiger, but remember what I said about no funny stuff, okay? Otherwise we can't do this again tomorrow."

"Okay, Mom. No funny stuff." His eyes greedily devoured her body, which was nude from head to toe.

She was also looking at him hungrily. Her eyes still lingered on the big tent in his bed sheets that was doing a very poor job of hiding his erection.

She said, "I'm proud of you. You showed some self-control, and that gave me the strength to have self-control too. All we did was have a goodnight kiss and work on curing our phobias a little bit. What's wrong with that?" She seemed as intent on convincing herself as she was in talking to him.

"Oh. I forgot to tuck you in." She sat back down on his bed, still nude, and patted down and smoothed out his sheets, as she pulled them up to Alan's neck. She seemed to have particular "trouble" smoothing out the large bulge in the sheets between his legs.

Alan thought for sure that a handjob was in the offing, and he waited for her to start stroking. But suddenly she disengaged and stood up again.

"Good night, Tiger. Sweet dreams." She blew him a kiss, and then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again.

His hands went back to her big tits without him even thinking about it. The simple cheek kiss lasted a ridiculously long time, a minute or more, and all the while he groped and kneaded her panting and heaving rack.

When she stood up, she indirectly acknowledged the charade. "Tiger, I can't help you out directly with your problem, per se, at least not until Ron leaves. Well, unless you want clinical and passionless help. I think you'd prefer Aunt Suzy to that, though. But I can give you a little visual stimulation every now and then. I think that's allowable, don't you?"

He nodded. "Yep."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with that? Is it a sin? Is it something good mommies shouldn't do?"

"Of course it's not a sin, Mom. Geez! And I think you're the best mom ever, because you're willing to help out like that. I love you so much that it physically hurts when I see you go!"

She smiled contentedly. She silently mouthed the words, "I love you too." Then she put the robe back on (but loosely, leaving it wide open in front), and started to leave again.

However, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the sleeve of her robe. "Wait! Mom... before you go..." He suddenly grew shy and abashed.

She drew closer, knelt next to him and tenderly stroked his hair. She smiled and waited for him to gain courage to speak.

Finally, he said, "Mom, something's been bothering me a lot all evening. A lot. I was even pacing around for a while, and I couldn't concentrate at all. But you'll think it's weird."

She took his hand in his lap and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I promise I won't think it's weird. Besides, look at us." She waved a hand through the air, gesturing at her still bared tits and the growing wet spot on his sheet. "Things have gotten pretty weird, so weird is the new normal."

They chuckled a bit at that. He continued, "It's just... I get jealous! I couldn't stop thinking about you and Ron out on the town, doing who-knows-what." He suddenly looked up at her face with great fear. "Did he kiss you tonight?"

"No. He didn't so much as blow me a kiss." She thought proudly, And I wouldn't let him if he tried! Son, I belong to you now!

"Phew!" He was surprised at the depth of his feelings on the matter. His sense of relief was tremendous.

"What?" She thought about his reaction, and a grin spread across her face. "Are you getting possessive about your mommy?"

He replied, abashed, "Yeah. I guess I am."

She found this idea so arousing that somehow her hand wasn't holding his hand anymore. It shifted a few inches over and began grasping his erection through the sheet. She admitted, "That's... I don't know. That makes me feel good. Really good." Her grasping quickly turned to stroking.

He smiled at her. "Wow. Awesome! So... In the future..."

"Will I kiss Ron? On the lips?"

Alan winced at that. Then he nodded shyly.

She replied coyly, "Well, that depends. It depends on what you want me to do. I kind of like to think of myself as 'your girl.' What would you have me do?"

He felt a sudden surge of arousal so great that he nearly shot his load. It was physical, thanks to her stroking fingers, but the mental rush was even greater. Wow! Mom? My girl?! That is so awesome! And I thought today was gonna be a setback day!

He gathered his courage again, and said, "Mom? Um, I don't want you to kiss him again, okay? That would mean a lot to me."

"But he's my husband," she pointed out.

However, between the wry smile on her face and the way she was jacking him off through the sheet, he could tell she was just teasing. "Even still..." He didn't want to say more, because it led to very uncomfortable Oedipal areas.

There was a long pause. The room was dead silent except for the sound of fabric sliding around his stiff pole. Even that didn't make much noise, because her fingers had spread his wet spot to cover his entire erection, and so there was less of a rustling sound and more of a squishy one.

She found herself thinking, I AM Ron's wife. No matter what he may or may not be, that's still a fact. But, on the other hand... I'm Tiger's personal cocksucker now too. One of them. Apparently of many! That thought gave her a big thrill, causing her fingers to slide faster.

If not now, then soon, he'll have a lot of busty, beautiful helpers. Including the likes of Brenda. And that's kind of a responsibility for me too, to be one of them. True, I haven't taken any kind of formal, spoken vows, but I feel it in my heart. Actually, there wasn't anything in my marriage vows to Ron that said I had to kiss him. Now as one of Tiger's personal cocksuckers, I have to serve him and him alone. Just like he somehow has got me jacking him off with both hands. He's just so clever and irresistible!

Where does my loyalty lie?! Ron abandoned whatever rights he had to me through twenty years of neglect! No, the answer is clear: my body belongs to my son now! At least he knows how to use it and appreciate it!

Finally, she looked away and whispered, "Very well." It was a subdued moment on the outside, but on the inside, shivers of excitement shot up and down her spine. She knew this was a pivotal moment.

Her answer took so long in coming that he had to ask to confirm, "So you won't kiss him again? For real?"

She muttered, embarrassed, "Not if I can help it!"

"COOL!" He very nearly came on the spot. The only thing that saved him was that he'd anticipated an upcoming crisis based on her answer, so he was already squeezing his PC muscle.

She thrilled to feel his cock throbbing in her hands. She thought, Who am I trying to kid with my vow? Yes, I need time to get my head together. But that's just a temporary thing. When it comes right down to it, I'm Tiger's big-titted mommy slut, and I love it! I can't tell him that yet, though, or he'd get too demanding. I need time!

Another minute or so passed in complete silence, except for the squishy sounds caused by her stroking fingers and the sound of their heavy breathing. She was sorely tempted to pull the sheet off him so she could suck and stroke him directly, but she was determined to show at least some resolve. Besides, she was afraid that Ron would walk down the hall. Finally, she said, "I'm not really jacking you off, you know. This doesn't count, because the sheet is in the way."

He nodded. He couldn't care less what her justification was, as long as she kept going.

Another minute went by. He was getting extremely close to orgasm, and grunted, "Mom, I'm gonna..."

"Shhhh!" She laid a finger across her lips while the fingers of her other hand kept up her steady rhythm. "You can't cum since I'm not jacking you off. We're just sitting here, relaxing."

He grunted quietly, and suddenly the wet spot grew larger. A lot larger. His dick tried to jerk around wildly, but she brought her other hand down and more or less held it in place. She kept stroking it until it finally quieted.

With a naughty grin, she looked down at his crotch and pretended to be surprised by what she saw. "My goodness! What do we have here?" Her fingers were still stroking, trying to coax out a few more drops of cum before he went flaccid. "It looks like I need to change the sheets."

"No, Mom, please don't. Not now. Believe you me, there's been many a night I've gone to sleep with a wet spot. I'll just sleep on the other side."

She thought, Oh dear! The sin of Onan writ large! So much precious seed, all wasted. I hope those days are gone forever. But she merely asked, "Are you sure?"

He nodded.

She stood up and bent over. They kissed again, still avoiding each other's lips.

Somehow he knew that was just what she wanted, so he also refrained from fondling her dangling melons.

She straightened back up, looking extremely satisfied with the entire encounter. Wordlessly, she walked out of the room, all but holding the robe up at her hips, since the sash wasn't helping. When she reached the door, she finally re-tied the sash on her robe, making herself presentable again. She winked and blew him another kiss as she walked out the door.

She felt like she and her son had shared a magic moment, and she couldn't have been happier. But as soon as she left the room and walked into the dark and empty hallway, it was as if a spell had been broken. Suddenly, Ron was a real person again, lying asleep down the hall, and not just a distant concept. She felt terrible for trampling all over her marriage vows.

She felt dirty and ashamed. She had a hard time going back to sleep while she heard Ron breathing and snoring right next to her. However, she wasn't that upset, relatively speaking, because she consoled herself that she'd resisted her extremely strong urge to suck her son's cock.

She eventually decided, That's it! Tonight I finally started to turn things around. I can have a little fun without going completely crazy. True, he managed to get me naked, which he seems to do to me every single time. But I resisted! And while I did stroke his glorious cock a little bit, it wasn't like a full-on thing. It was just like I was tucking him in, and straightening the sheets a little. Okay, a lot! But the point is, I held back. I didn't suck! We didn't make out either. I can't allow myself to drop to my knees and suck his, uh, member, completely dry every time I see him, so that's an important step. Maybe there's hope for me yet.

As for promising him I won't kiss Ron anymore, what's the big deal about that? I'm just acknowledging reality. With Ron doing who-knows-what to God-knows-who in Thailand, I need to be careful in any case. And with Tiger's serious medical condition, I just have to accept the fact that I'll be stroking and sucking his member a lot from now on.

So why do I feel so... high? I feel terribly guilty, and sinful, but oh-so-good too! I'm ecstatic! I'm gonna be Tiger's girl! His, exclusively! His "beautiful centerfold mom," serving and servicing his big cock daily! That just feels so right!

She thought about the words Suzanne had been telling her to say. "I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut." Oooh! I feel terribly guilty saying that, with Ron sleeping right next to me. But at the same time, it sends shivers up and down my spine! The best kind of shivers, too! In fact, I'd better not think about it anymore or I'll be too excited to sleep.

Alan, meanwhile, had a post-orgasmic energy crash as soon as Susan left. Within a minute, he was fast asleep. The few thoughts he had before surrendering to slumber were completely euphoric. He didn't feel any guilt at all.