6 Times a Day

Alan came home from the beach almost exactly at noon, wearing a swimsuit and T-shirt. He walked through the front door and shouted, “Anybody home?” He didn’t get an answer, so he headed straight to the kitchen. He was hungry.

To his surprise, he found Susan standing in the middle of the kitchen. She was fidgeting and looking extremely nervous. Her face was already red from blushing and her eyes were closed. She shyly muttered, “Hello, Son.”

Alan hardly noticed any of those things at first, though, because what caught his attention was her outfit. He all but shouted, “WHOA, MOM! SO SEXY!”

She tilted her head, opened her eyes, and shyly asked, “You think?”

“I know!” He blatantly ogled her remarkable appearance.

She was wearing a blouse and miniskirt, if one could even call them that. The short-sleeved blouse was pure white and essentially see-through. But what Alan loved most about it was the fact that it barely came down far enough to cover all of her breasts, and then it was tied together just below her deep and fully exposed cleavage with a loose knot. He had a strong desire to undo that knot and pull it wide open.

The miniskirt was similarly inspiring. To call it a mini- or even microskirt didn’t do it justice, because it covered so very little. It was more like a wide sash. Susan had to pull it down nearly to the top of her bush just to cover her pussy, and in back her ass crack was exposed both above and below it. She never would have worn such a thing on her own, but Suzanne had selected the clothes from her own ample collection and then talked her into it.

The overall effect made her look like a pornographic version of a school girl uniform. Her black high heels didn’t fit with the school girl aesthetic, but they certainly firmed up her leg and buttocks in an inspirational manner.

Susan’s blush deepened and her pulse quickened as she saw Alan just standing and staring. She muttered, “This is not my fault! I’m really not some kind of slutty… Suzanne, she forced me to wear this!” She continued to fidget, fiddling her hands together behind her back while shifting her hips back and forth, making her that much more of a titillating sight.

Alan had used one of the public outdoor showers at the beach, so he was dry and clean of sand. But he was still carrying a bag and a towel. He dropped them and promptly forgot all about them. Then he staggered towards his mother as if in a helpless trance. Needless to say, his penis had fully engorged, and he was almost delirious with arousal.

But he was also mindful of the fact that this was his mother, whom he loved very much, and her frowning face concerned him. So he stopped right in front of her and asked her tenderly, “You feel embarrassed, don’t you?”

She nodded jerkily. “Terribly! Terribly! Why does this kind of thing keep happening to me lately?!”

“Oh, Mom, don’t worry. Everything is all right.” He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug.

She really needed that warmth and assurance. She squeezed him back, almost painfully tightly. “Oh, Son! Thank you! You’re such a caring young man!” She kissed him several times, but was careful to limit it to pecks on the cheeks.

Without consciously planning it, he found his hands full of bare ass cheek. His hands had drifted down to her ass, and her miniskirt covered so little that it was pushed up and away. But she didn’t seem to notice or mind. He asked, “How did this happen?”

She grumbled, “It’s Suzanne. She couldn’t be here when you came home, and insisted that I help you out with your, your… problem.”

He said sincerely, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Mom. I love the fact that you care enough to try this much.” He tried to ignore the feel of her massive and barely covered breasts pressing into his chest, or the bare ass-flesh in his hands, and just radiate genuine love and affection to help her relax.

And she did relax a good deal. Another important factor was how Suzanne had helped out a lot behind the scenes before Alan came home. Suzanne knew Alan and his habits very well, and she had a good idea when he’d come home for lunch. So she had stayed with Susan almost until he arrived, made sure she drank a glass and a half of wine to loosen her up, helped her dress and practice her sexy moves, and pumped her up with advice and lusty encouragement. 𝘰𝑣𝘭.𝗇𝓔t

All had been well up until Suzanne left. In the short time between Suzanne leaving and Alan arriving, Susan’s resolve had collapsed, despite her highly aroused mood. She felt ridiculous in her skimpy outfit, and rued the promises she’d made to Suzanne about what she would do to help Alan.

But now that she was in her son’s loving arms, her fears and doubts receded and her lust came back to the fore. When he asked her, “So, what did Aunt Suzy want you to do?” she smiled and replied, “It’s so silly. She made me promise to give you a sexy striptease. She said your balls would be backed up with cum from seeing all the cute girls on the beach, and you’d be in desperate need of release when you came home.” She looked into his eyes with uncertainty. “Are you?”

Actually, he’d been fine. With the exception of his brief encounter with Heather and Simone, he wasn’t that attracted to the girls on the beach. Few teenage bodies could compare with the voluptuous bodies at home that served as his standards for beauty, and even most faces couldn’t compare. In fact, being at the beach was a reprieve compared to all the sexual excitement at home. Far from having blue balls, his penis had been flaccid most of the time. So, ironically, he’d been fine up until he saw Susan standing in the kitchen. Then his libido had gone into overdrive.

So, although he deftly ignored the blue-balls-at-the-beach aspect, he wasn’t being dishonest when he said, “I definitely could use some help right now. Here, see for yourself.” He took one of her hands, which had been resting against his lower chest, and brought it down to his crotch.

Once Susan’s hand started in that direction, she made it the rest of the way herself. Her fingers curled around his erection, with only his swimsuit in the way. The fabric was thin and silky, so it was much less of an impediment than having to go through underwear and shorts, or even just shorts. In fact, she could easily feel his heat and stiffness, and that made her heart thump wildly.

She was nearly dizzy with arousal as she said, “Oh my! Oh my goodness! I can see that… I can see that, that, Suzanne was right!” She suddenly found herself panting hard.

Mother and son had been very horny already, but when she held his boner, their arousal levels skyrocketed to the stratosphere. However, Alan figured he needed to downplay what she was doing so she wouldn’t get skittish. Besides, he was genuinely concerned that she didn’t do something sexy with him just because Suzanne pressured her into it.

He brought a hand back up from her ass and tenderly brushed some of her bangs away from her forehead. (Or at least he tried to – they fell right back into place.) Ignoring the way she continued to firmly grip his erection, he said, “Don’t worry, Mom. Aunt Suzy is well meaning, but she may not be fully appreciative of your… sensibilities. I know how much doing something like a striptease would embarrass you, so you don’t have to do that for me.”

Susan was conflicted. On one hand, she wanted to do a striptease to prove to him that she wasn’t as prudish as he thought, at least not anymore. But on the other hand, she had her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she didn’t want to let go. She’d told herself that she wasn’t going to do anything to his penis unless it was part of an abnormality check, but the fact that he still wore his swimsuit gave her a kind of loophole. And while she didn’t get the skin-to-skin contact that she craved, the thin fabric wasn’t much of an impediment at all, and felt rather good. Plus, he was rapidly leaking pre-cum, giving her a wet grip that was even more enjoyable.

She said, “Don’t underestimate your mother! I’m not as prudish as you think. In fact…” She pulled her upper body away from his, while still holding and even subtly rhythmically squeezing his boner. Then she looked down at the loose knot holding her blouse in place, and coyly asked, “Do you want to untie me?”

“Do I ever!” He took his other hand off her ass, and used both hands to untie the fabric. Then he pulled the blouse wide open, fully exposing her magnificent breasts. He was so aroused that he seriously worried that he was on the verge of swooning. He’d never swooned before, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself by falling to the floor now. He panted, “I… I… I need to sit down!”

She smiled wolfishly. “That can be arranged. Come with me.” She led him to the love seat in the adjacent dining room, which was against the wall halfway between the kitchen counter and the dining room table.

By this time her doubts were almost entirely gone, displaced by sheer lust. So, as she walked, she pulled the blouse all the way off her body and tossed it aside. Then she let her miniskirt fall and stepped away from it. Finally, she kicked her high heels off, since she knew she’d be sitting on him soon.

Alan made it to the love seat first, because he really needed to sit down and regain his bearings. He closed his eyes and tried hard to slow his breathing, for fear that he’d start hyperventilating. That helped, especially since he lost track of Susan, or the fact that she was taking off the rest of her clothes.

But his attempt to calm himself was shattered when he felt her body pressing down on him, and he opened his eyes to discover she was sitting her completely naked body on his lap!

She sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around his neck. She settled down on him, with her bare ass cheeks resting against his protruding hard-on, and her big tits pressing against his T-shirt covered chest. “Aaaah! This is better, don’t you think?”

He was momentarily struck speechless. Then, before he had a chance to recover, he felt her shift positions, allowing her fingers to curl around his swimsuit-covered shaft once more.

She let out another blissful sigh, and said, “There. That’s even better. Now, you were saying, about how all those cuties on the beach gave you a bad case of blue balls? Or was it Suzanne who said that to me? Either way, is it true? Did those girls make you like this?”

As she finished her questions with the word “this,” she started to slide her fingers up and down his hot and needy pole. His pre-cum already had completely soaked his hard-on, causing his swimsuit to stick to it like a second skin. From a practical point of view, it felt nearly exactly as good to both him and Susan as if he’d had the swimsuit all the way off.

He took a few long moments to try to compose himself, without much luck. Then he said, “No! Forget those girls! It’s not any girl that makes me this hard and horny, it’s you! Mom, you’re so beautiful!”

Since moving to the love seat, he’d just been sitting there, more or less stunned. But he looked into Susan’s eyes, and he was so moved by his love and lust for her that he brought both hands to her great rack and he caressed her tits from below. “Those girls can’t hold a candle to you. None of them can! They’re like sticks in comparison. But Mom… you’re just so… you’re all woman!” He was panting so hard again that he could hardly speak or breathe.

She was flying high as her now-wet fingers slid quickly up and down his wet shaft. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not!”

She let out another blissful sigh. This is great! I never thought I’d sit naked in a man’s lap, like a shameless hussy. I haven’t ever done that for my husband, now that I think about it. But with my Tiger… it’s scary! So exhilarating and scary! And yet, I feel completely safe at the same time. He’s a good son, and he loves me. She snickered to herself as she felt his hands fondling her tits. Although, he does take liberties from time to time…

She looked down at his hands running all over her great globes, and said, “By the way, you’re not allowed to touch me there.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re not. Those are the rules.”

He wasn’t in any condition to put up a coherent argument. He just griped, “Oh, man!” and withdrew his hands. Instead, he unthinkingly brought both hands to her ass, figuring that was nearly as much fun.

She smiled at him. “That’s better.” Her only concern was that her breasts were so highly sensitive that she could lose all control if he fondled her there. She didn’t have that worry with her ass cheeks, even though his touch felt wonderful there too.

Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. In so doing, she pressed her massive melons against his chest again. She liked how that felt, especially the way her hard nipples poked into him, so she stayed like that.

She thought with delight, This is just what Suzanne told me to do! Well, almost. I’m not grinding my ass on his big cock… yet! But I probably will! And I didn’t get to do a striptease. But the main thing is, I’m sitting naked in his lap, just like she suggested. And she was definitely right about him needing some help, and right away! Goodness gracious! His cock is so big and thick and stiff!

Thinking about what she was doing and how that compared to Suzanne’s suggestions made her realize that she wasn’t just checking his penis to see how stiff he was. There was no way she could deny that she was giving him a handjob, and she’d promised herself not to do that. The fact that he was wearing a swimsuit over it wasn’t enough for her to delude herself about that, no matter how much she was loving it. So she slowed her stroking until it finally came to a complete halt.

He would have been very disappointed by that, except that he was so extremely aroused that her unexpected restraint was all that stopped him from cumming too soon. A minute passed, and then another, while the two of them just held each other and slowly brought their panting under control. His orgasmic danger passed, to his great relief.

Susan still had a hand firmly wrapped around his shaft as she found herself thinking, Phew! That was a close call. I can’t go making promises to myself and then break them willy nilly. I can’t forget that I’m a respectable, married, God-fearing woman, and Ron could come home at any moment! Even though Suzanne is looking out for me to prevent a nasty surprise, it’s the principle of the thing. I can’t give my son a handjob, unless it’s part of an abnormality check! Period!

Although…

It has been a few days… And one can never be too careful. Now that he has to cum six times a day, every day, there could be chafing, or lumps. Or even chafing AND lumps! A quick check won’t hurt. Just to make sure that everything is in order.

With that fig-leaf of an excuse, she resumed her stroking. However, she quickly decided that she couldn’t truly check for things like chafing through his swimsuit, so she pulled the wet and sticky fabric down to his balls and proceeded to jack him off directly. Her motions were slow at first, but that was actually more pleasurable than her quick stroking she’d been doing, because she focused mostly on directly rubbing his sweet spot.

She thoroughly “checked” his penis, several times over. In fact, she “checked” his sweet spot nearly non-stop. She didn’t find any chafing or lumps, but that didn’t dissuade her.

He loved it so much that it was all he could do to close his eyes and hang on for dear life.

However, even in her hot and bothered condition, she could only use that excuse for so long. Once again, she slowed her hand movements until they came to a complete stop. And, once again, it was just in the nick of time, since he was right on the cusp of a tremendous climax.

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