6 Times a Day

When Susan’s burst of energy finally faded, she collapsed on top of her son. She pressed her firm, blouse-covered tits into his chest. Her mouth was so close to his that he thought for sure that she would kiss him, but she held back. “Now remember, you’re not allowed to feel Mommy’s big naked hooters. But since I’m still wearing a blouse, it’s technically okay to touch my clothing.”

He played with her boobs through her clothes while he slowly recovered. In truth, he was too wiped out to do much of anything.

She just cooed happily while lazily running her hands over his chest. Her breasts and nipples were incredibly sensitive, so it felt great to have them fondled even through her clothing. ．

Paired like that, the two of them were so content that they both nearly fell asleep on the kitchen floor. The only thing stopping them from doing that was that Alan was fighting to stay awake. He wanted to make the most of this rare opportunity to play with his mother’s bounteous chest, even if only in a sleepy daze and through her clothes. All of his fondling kept her somewhat awake as well.

Alan revived after a few minutes. He got smart and reached under her shirt with his hands and began kneading her breasts through just her bra. Actually, he couldn’t feel that much since both of them were too squished into his chest, but he made do.

Afraid to push his luck, he asked, “Is this okay too?”

“I think I hear a voice!” she joked, pretending again that she was alone. “Is someone trying to cop a feel of their mommy’s breasts? We’ve got some very frisky ghosts haunting this house.”

Seeing that she was letting him get away with it and had even shifted position a bit to give him better access, he reached around and unclasped her bra. Then he pulled her bra cups away enough to reach in and grasp both her naked breasts with his bare hands.

The sensation of skin on skin felt so good to Susan that she sucked in her breath. Good Lord! What my boy does to me! Ron could never, ever stoke my fires like this. First, Tiger effectively takes control of my ass, and now he’s relentlessly taking control of my breasts. What’s next? Oh God, he’s going to take control of his mommy’s pussy!

She found that thought sobering. So although she’d been letting him roll her nipples between his fingers while she was thinking for some long moments, she belatedly but firmly responded to his question. “No, that’s not okay. Show me your self-control and take your hands away.”

He reluctantly did so. Dang! I pushed my luck too far.

In so doing, he passed another test, further proving to her that he could have the self-control to stop when she asked him to. She made sure he understood that. “That’s a good boy. As long as we can retain self-control and stop when asked, then there’s no reason why we can’t have fun every day. Now, go take a shower and get dressed for dinner.”

Shit! he thought, I blew a chance to fondle her tits by trying to bend the rules. She’s teasing me so much lately with those damned monster water balloons of hers; she’s practically rubbed my whole body with them, but I still haven’t been able to really get my hands on them for long. Too many clothes. Grrr.

He still didn’t get up – he couldn’t bear leaving such a heavenly body, and in any case she was still on top of him. However, he did roll partly to the side.

“Such a naughty boy,” she chided playfully, as she reached behind him and swatted his bare butt. “I told you to get up already.” Her hand stayed on his butt and kneaded a buttock. “What if Amy and Angel come home early from shopping? What if they walk in and see us here on the floor in the kitchen? What would they think if they saw that your big, thick erection was lying on Mommy’s leg, only inches from her naughty place? What would you do?”

Alan was feeling even more turned on. “What would I do? I wouldn’t want there to be any misunderstanding. I just might have to show them what exactly it was that we were doing, firsthand! First I’d show Sis. Then I’d show Amy. Then maybe I’d show you again, just to make everything clear. You know, rubbing butts.”

He began rubbing his hand on her butt again even as she fondled his more vigorously. “I’d fondle everyone’s butts until they were moaning and dripping too much to complain.”

“Son, you’re such a bad boy! Thinking such dirty thoughts. You know you can’t do that to your sister or innocent little Amy. If you really need to do that, do it to your mommy!” She squealed with uncontrolled delight at that thought. “And just what, buster, do you think you’re doing with your hands? We have rules, you know!”

But she didn’t push his hands away – her adherence to the rules she’d just set was already crumbling. They were having a bit of an ass-fondling contest with each other.

He pointed out, “You said that I could touch your butt to get your attention when I’m horny. I’m horny again!”

“Hmmm. I did say that, didn’t I? I have a feeling that’s going to come back and haunt me.”

He joked, “It might even come back and bite you in the ass.”

She laughed gaily. “I think you already have my full attention, Tiger. Looks like I’m getting yours as well.” She reached for his penis, but found it still flaccid. She understood that while he was fully aroused mentally, his organ could only take so much, and in fact had already performed heroically for the day.

She nonetheless held his penis and played with it while still lazily fondling his ass with her other hand. “I love your cock, Son. I love it even when it’s down for the count. I’m just so hungry for cock today! I don’t ever want the fun we’ve had to end. I have a feeling that I’m probably going to burn in Hell for having this much fun, but I just can’t help myself.” She sighed.

He said, “No you’re not, Mom. You’re helping me out, remember – with my medical treatment? How can that be a sin?”

“I know, but anything that feels this good just has to be wrong. I’m not supposed to enjoy helping you quite so much.” In a sadder voice she bemoaned, “All those wasted years. It’s like the veils have fallen from my eyes and now I see what a prudish fool I was.”

Before he could reply, she went on in a brighter tone, “However, Suzanne’s been talking to me about many things, and I’m feeling so horribly wicked that there’s one I just have to try before you go. If this ghost is interested in assholes, there’s a nurse who taught me a special trick. She’s a pretty naughty nurse, and she’s made me so very naughty too. I think she needs a spanking next time I see her!”

He thought, Is my mom talking about putting her finger in my ass, like Akami did? MY mom?! That’s impossible, even after all the crazy stuff that’s happened today. She’s the queen of clean. She’d never touch someone else’s asshole, no way!

Susan stopped, stood up, and went to the sink. She grabbed the dishwashing liquid and covered one of her fingers in it. Then she got back down on her knees next to where he still lay. She turned him over and moved him about, pushing him into the exact position she wanted as if he were a big ball of Play-Doh. He ended up on all fours with his ass in the air.

“I wonder what’s in this hole.” She poked the finger covered with dishwashing liquid into his anus. Her finger slid in nice and easily. “This is the little trick I saw Akami do. It looked like my son enjoyed it very much. Suzanne mentioned this too. She claims it can make a guy feel really, really good.”

She began playing with his balls again, while the middle finger of her other hand plunged in and out of his asshole.

He was amazed at how aroused he could get from what she was doing, even though he was still completely flaccid.

She talked more excitedly as she sawed away at his asshole, “But that’s okay. You’ll just have to punish your mommy for her foolishness in having all kinds of silly rules that stop you from having fun, by stuffing your cock in her mouth and forcing her to suck on it a lot! Over and over. And spankings! I think she needs to be spanked some too.”

He thought, Whoa! Spankings? What’s up with that? He didn’t consciously realize it, but on some level he was catching on that his mother was a sexual submissive.

After a while, she asked, “Does that feel good, my baby?”

He panted, “So good, Mom! So good. It’s like I’m having a non-orgasm orgasm. But you probably should stop or else I just might get hard again.”

Her frustration was palpable, since that was exactly what she was trying to achieve. But she took mercy on him, saying, “Oh, poo! But okay, then. Unless you want to force your mother to suck your cock yet again, please scoot your cute butt upstairs and go take a shower.” She swatted him on the rear.

“We wouldn’t want that to happen,” he said with sarcastic delight. “All that arduous sucking.” He got up and started to walk away.

He knew he could make his penis rise again if he let it – after all, there certainly was no shortage of mental or visual stimulation. The only reason he didn’t take her up on her offer right then was because he could tell that his penis was on the verge of becoming very, very sore.

“Hey! Don’t worry!” she yelled frantically, thinking she’d scared him off. “Where are you going? Don’t listen to me! I didn’t really mean that you should take a shower. Everyone else said that they wouldn’t be home before six o’clock. That’s an hour from now.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. “Can’t we play some more? Don’t you want to play with me?”

“Mom, my dick really can’t take any more. Seriously.” Not only was it sore, but his whole body was worn out, and he was wiped out mentally as well.

But he could see her insatiable eagerness and he didn’t want to disappoint her too much on such a pivotal great day. So he said in a more joking tone, “On the other hand, my dick feels very irregular. In fact, it suddenly feels like it has some very abnormal bumps. I think, to be on the safe side, you’d better perform another abnormality check or two on it after dinner.”

She smiled along with him. “I think that can be arranged. Better safe than sorry! Oh, poo. I guess I’ll just have to wait, but we can play later.”