6 Times a Day

Chapter 436 Cream Me! -Susan



Susan was shaken out of her reverie. She saw how Alan was still not covered in lotion and in fact was getting slowly burnt. She called him: “Come here, Tiger.” She sat up in her lounge chair and arched her arms back, which caused her tiny bikini to ride up, momentarily exposing her nipples.

Alan’s eyes ogled.

She pulled her top back down. “Oopsies!” she giggled. (That was in part the alcohol taking effect.)

“Thanks, Aunt Suzy,” was all Alan said to Suzanne as he got off her, as if she’d just done some inconsequential thing like handing him a glass of fruit juice.

Susan smiled broadly as it registered fully that Alan was headed her way; she thought about what he’d soon do to her. Her face was wholesome, like a normal, happy, suburban soccer mom. But her innocent look contrasted with the sex-hungry slut she felt herself to be at that moment.

He straddled his mother’s stomach just above her crotch, but he put his back to her face so that she could apply the lotion to his backside.

She tried to act restrained, moving slowly so she could calm down a bit. “Now, Tiger, we’ve done some things lately that perhaps weren’t so wise. I’m thinking of a certain chocolate frosting shower recently, for instance.”

She lowered her voice so only he could hear. “You know how much I enjoy a nice titfuck or cocksuck, but not here! If you have any urges to do naughty things with your mommy, that’s good and very healthy, but let me know so I can take you inside and help you out there, where we aren’t a spectacle for our neighbors, not to mention Angel and Suzanne.”

He nodded.

From her reclined position, she covered him with suntan lotion thoroughly but quickly. She rushed through that because she wanted to get to the phase where he would be putting lotion on her instead.

When she was done, he turned around to face her, again straddling her.

She ran her hands lovingly all over his face, arms, and chest. The prescription sunglasses she wore weren’t really dark enough to hide her eyes, but they emboldened her, giving her a sense of concealment. She moved her hands down to the edge of his swimsuit, which hung so low that his tuft of pubic hair stuck out the top. She looked at his boner where it bulged out through his suit. She could see virtually every detail, every vein, as if he had no suit on at all. But she stopped there.

To get at his legs would mean having to get up from her reclined position, and she felt really lazy at that moment. Is there something in that punch? she wondered. I feel so relaxed. I have this overwhelming desire to spread my legs and let Tiger get really comfy with my body. Mmmm! But that would be wrong, wouldn’t it?

She took the easy path. “Tiger, why don’t you do me for a while, and then I’ll get your legs later.”

He simply remained where he sat, on top of her stomach, and began to cover her chest, face, and arms with the lotion. Her big boobs came last, before he had to shift farther down her body. Unlike Suzanne, Susan still wore a tiny bikini top. Just two little triangles of fabric were all that protected her nakedness up above. So he avoided those two spots, which meant he couldn’t really play with her nipples, even as they stuck out temptingly like hard erasers. But he certainly tried to make up for that by extensively fondling and kneading the rest of her big melons.

Susan’s pussy was on fire. Her nipples screamed for attention. Her mouth longed to be filled with a cock, or a tongue at the very least. The only reason she still kept her bikini top on was because she was worried that if he touched her nipples, she’d soon be begging him to suck and milk them, and that wouldn’t look good in front of Suzanne, who obviously was watching everything from behind her own dark sunglasses, not to mention in front of Katherine.

The real reason Susan generally let him fondle her butt more than her tits was because her nipples were extremely sensitive, and when he touched them it drove her absolutely wild. She was afraid of losing all control in front of her best friend and her own daughter. In fact, it was a close call even when he wasn’t touching her there. She reveled in a fantasy of him sucking her nipples like a full-grown baby, and that thought alone almost pushed her over the edge.

He could sense her very poorly hidden excitement. He finally decided that she was too horny to oppose him, so he pushed her bikini top up until it was resting uselessly around her collarbone area.

“Tiger, no!” she whined helplessly.

He didn’t even dignify that with a response, but gave her a stern look, showing who was in charge.

She meekly bowed her head, breaking eye contact.

He generally avoided her nipples, thanks to the unusually unhappy mewling sounds she made whenever he pulled on them, but he gave the rest of her boobs even more attention than before.

As the minutes passed, any pretense of applying suntan lotion slipped away. His fingers plunged down into the tight crevice of her cleavage again and again. He put lotion on both hands and pushed her boobs together from the outside. Then he pulled them away from each other and then, scant seconds later, pushed them inward. He pushed and pulled and mauled them every which way.

Every now and then, she would whimper and say something like, “Please, Tiger, please!” But it wasn’t clear whether she wanted him to stop or do more.

He thought, I can’t believe my mom has such perfect boobs. I must have been blind all these years to not think of her more sexually. It’s like someone took an ordinary pair of tits and pumped them up with a bicycle pump. Yet they’re completely real. And they feel so soft and pillowy! So nice!

He must have spent at least ten minutes on just her tits before she finally, quietly said, “I think that’s enough, Tiger.” She had him stop because her pussy was very wet and she didn’t want him to notice as it got even more obviously soaked (and fragrant). Again, she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and feared that embarrassing fact couldn’t be denied if she wound up thrashing around and screaming with him right on top of her. Somehow, she restrained herself, though just barely.

Alan got up and turned around so that he could begin to work on her legs. But he’d long given up on trying to keep his dick inside his far-too-tiny bathing suit.

As he stood over her momentarily, Susan looked up and gasped as she saw his erection poking far out of his tiny suit. About half of it was out of the suit and lay against his stomach. Pre-cum dripped from its tip like water from a recently-turned-off faucet, the liquid thick and translucent as it pooled near his belly button.

Holy mother of God! Susan thought. That looks so yummy! And his pre-cum – glistening in the sunlight like honey! Mmmm! Maybe they’re right and it HAS grown even bigger lately. There’s only one way to find out for sure, and that’s to test its size with my mouth!

I would give a kingdom just to suck it all day long. No longer am I just a homemaker. I’ve started a new career: cocksucker extraordinaire for my darling son! That’s what I do: I live to suck his cock! Mmmm! Yes I do! Oh dear, it’s so tasty looking… If I could just slather it with my tongue… I know all his favorite spots, his favorite moves… I want to hear him moan with joy!

But I can’t right now, with Angel and Suzanne expecting me to be the restrained one. They’re watching me! I’d feel so self-conscious, especially to have Suzanne judge my every move. I’m not going to sink to her level and just do it anywhere, with anyone watching, like some kind of common hussy! I’ll just wait until he says he wants me to go inside, and take care of it at great length there. Hmmm, great length. Mmmm!

But it looks soooo good! So long and thick and tasty. Maybe if I just touch it, like I’m trying to help him put it back in his suit… No, that’s not gonna work. I’ll start jacking off his magnificent thickness, and before long, it’ll just end up in my mouth right here in front of everybody.

By this time, he had straddled her again, now facing the other direction.

She could no longer see his hard-on, for which she breathed a huge sigh of relief. What a close call! I almost came AGAIN! What torture. I would have lost it if he’d stood there any longer, waving that big log in front of my face.

But just as she thought she was out of the woods, she felt his boner lying on her lower abdomen. It pointed towards her pussy from mere inches away. Good Lord! God, if incest is so wrong, give me the strength to resist it. Give me the courage to tell my son to put his thing back in his suit before I embarrass myself in front of Suzanne and my own daughter. I really need to say something to stop this madness. We’re outside where any neighbor could see, for crying out loud!

But still she said nothing.

He began to work on her legs. He started at her feet and worked his way up to her crotch. He kneaded her muscular flesh, giving her as much of a massage as a lotion application. She held her legs tightly together. As he got up past her knees, he said, “Open your legs a bit more, Mom.”

She replied sheepishly, “Mommy doesn’t want to.”

“If you don’t, your thighs’ll burn later.” He began to gently pry her legs apart with his oily hands.

Finally she yielded, relaxing the muscles in her well-toned legs. “Okay, but please don’t get too close to my you-know-what…” Behind his back, her face was beet red with embarrassment even though she thrilled at his touch and his slightly insistent manner.

He took a good, close look at his mother’s crotch. Her tiny periwinkle bikini bottoms barely made a pretense of covering her pussy; he could see a bit of pubic hair sticking out the sides. He also saw that she was really, really soaking wet. The minuscule triangle of fabric was soaked through and through, with her juices dribbling down her thighs and onto the lounge chair. He realized that this was one reason for her shame, so he said nothing to embarrass her further.

As his hands worked their way up her thighs, he saw her juices continue to flow down her inner thighs. The closer his hands got to her pussy, the more she leaked. There were so many rivulets all over her upper thighs that the whole area was a sticky mess. Finally, his two hands reached up to within an inch or two of her pussy and the gooey wetness around it. He could sense her hips begin to gyrate slightly. The heat and aroma from her moist mound left him practically intoxicated with lust.

Her legs began to spread of their own accord, as though her lower body was readying itself to be penetrated.

Susan looked over at Suzanne, who was blatantly staring, sitting up in her chair to get a better view of Alan and what his hands were doing. Suddenly, Susan felt a great sense of shame, so she said, “Tiger, I think that’s enough. I’ll take care of the rest … in that area.”

She felt a tremendous sense of relief that his exquisite torture was finally at an end, that she’d survived all of his temptations.

But then he said, “Okay, then, turn over.”

Oh no! I’ve forgotten about the backside! she cried to herself. Oh God! Dear God! Tiger, please, no! It’s too much! If he touches me any more, I’m going to cum for sure! I’m going to cum buckets. Everyone will see! I’m gonna scream! But at this point the idea of cumming so profusely sounded very appealing, audience or not, so she obediently, almost joyfully, flipped onto her stomach.

He said, “Mom, if you want me to do your ass properly, you’d better take off your bathing suit bottom.” The bikini covered so little skin that it was fairly absurd to ask her to take it off, but he sensed that she wouldn’t object.

She replied, “Tiger, do you want to see your mother all naked in front of our family and friends? Do you want your big-titted Mommy to just lie here, wearing nothing more than her glasses and high heels, while you brazenly run your hands all over her heaving, trembling, curvy body?!”

Before he could come up with an answer, she said, “Okay, if you insist. I guess you’ve seen me naked so much already; everyone here has seen me naked. I’m like a totally naked…” She wanted to shout “slut!” but she knew he wouldn’t approve.

Instead of finishing that sentence, she turned to a new thought. “Do my ass. Do it properly!” Then she realized how that sounded: like she wanted him to impale her ass, especially as she said it so enthusiastically. So she added. “You know what I mean. The cream. Cream me! I mean, uh, the lotion. Put the lotion on.”

He began to do her back at a nice, languid pace that, as time went on, became even more like a massage.

She felt completely relaxed as his hands dug into the skin around her shoulders in a pleasant, penetrating massage. She’d been gasping for air, but she was able to recover from that and almost grew sleepy. However, even though her pussy had calmed down a bit, she was leaking continuously, riding a wave of erotic bliss that seemingly never stopped but just varied in intensity.

By this point, with her eyes no longer able to see what he did, he not only kept his erection on her skin but deliberately rubbed it against her. It rubbed deliciously along the silky skin of her ass as he swayed his whole body back and forth while vigorously rubbing her back.

She obviously knew what it was that poked and stroked her, but she didn’t speak a word about it, instead just enjoying every blissful, unacknowledged moment. Suzanne can see! As can my precious Angel! They know he’s running his thick, powerful cock just inches from my trembling pussy! They must think I’m a shameless hussy. This is all terribly improper, but it feels soooo good!

Whenever he had an excuse, such as needing to get more suntan lotion on his hands, he’d put a hand on his dick and rub it in place, which also pushed it further into her flesh. Soon, it took him minutes at a time to get more lotion, whose ostensible application slowed down even more.

In fact, eventually, he was pretty much just holding his boner and running it all over her backside, while sometimes fondling her ass cheeks or ass crack as well. By that time he tended to leave a trail of pre-cum wherever he placed his hard-on, like a water gun that leaked a thin, continuous stream of viscous fluid right onto his mother’s ass.

Susan thought, Dear God! This is so WRONG! Tiger’s cock is taming my ass! He keeps running it into my ass crack, over and over! If he doesn’t stop soon, I’m gonna scream! I’m gonna scream, “Son! Put it in me! I don’t care what hole; I just need it!”

He moved his hands down to her butt and massaged that as well, while his stiff dick rubbed back and forth across her thighs. 𝗻𝐨𝐯𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Susan suddenly realized how close they were to fucking. “Tiger, be careful!” she said between very heavy breaths. “I trust you. I trust you won’t stick your thing right in my… right in my…” she was too worked up to finish the sentence. Finally, she blurted out, “That would be so improper!”

He decided to change positions, especially since he’d have an excuse to go back later and do her naked ass more thoroughly when she might be even more amenable.

He was now quite a bit more sexually experienced than he had been a week earlier, so could sense how close to climax she was. He enjoyed keeping her right on the edge without letting her go completely over.

So just whenever she thought she would finally lose it and explode into an overwhelming torrent of sexual delight, he would pull back a bit, or even stop altogether. She was like putty in his hands. She almost completely ceased to think; she just gave in to whatever he wanted to do, she was so awash in her lusty feelings.

From time to time, he continued to apply the lotion. She’d already covered herself with lotion before he even started, but he needed some thin excuse and it felt good to rub the scented fluid into her skin.

After a while, he pivoted around and moved to her legs. With each stroke of her lower legs, his erect dick also stroked along her skin, right on her ass cheeks, pointing directly at the barely-hidden cleft of her cunt. As a result, he spent more time on her lower legs than he otherwise would have. Soon, he was using just one hand at a time to rub her legs, while the other moved his erection around and simultaneously stroked it; he’d given up on trying to guide it with his hips.

She thought to herself, Mmmm, that feels so good! His cock is so HOT; it feels like it’s branding itself into my skin! What a great idea! Imagine if I had a brand on my ass that showed I was his property? His servant! His SLAVE! Oh God, his slave! His TIT slave! That makes me so hot! A big “A” for Alan. GOD, that would be great! His fuck-cow sex slave! I’m a big, fat fuck-cow, but instead of having to be milked every day, I need to be FUCKED! Fucked AND milked, actually. Oh yes… Tiger, fuck me!

Shut up, Susan! Stop thinking such demeaning thoughts. Even though it feels so good… I’m his cocksucker now. His personal, cocksucking, titfucking, centerfold mommy slut. That’s what I am, and that’s as far as it can go. I have to accept that idea completely. Every day from now on, I’m gonna suck him dry! I don’t care where he goes; he’s never going to get rid of me. Every day. He’s going to fuck my mouth. He’s going to fuck my tits. He’s going to fuck my ass – even that. Especially that! He’s going to fuck me and use me and abuse me! I’ll take his seed into every orifice I have, except for one, and BEG for more!

Stop it! There I go again. Those things aren’t allowed either. Just think about the cocksucking. Imagine the taste of his cock in your mouth. Mmmm… Mommy loves it… MMMM! Tiger, your mother needs your cock right now! Put it in my mouth. No, don’t just put it in. Shove it in. SLAM it in! God damn it, fuck my mouth, you horse-cocked bastard! Slap your balls against my chin and yank my hair with your hands as you force yourself into me! Fuck it! Fuck any hole! Take me anywhere, in any way! Fuck your mooooommyyyyy!

Susan, to her great relief, finally had an enormous release, a thunderous and fully engrossing orgasm that started from deep within her belly and pulsed straight out to her toes like a shockwave of pleasure. Her juices poured from her pussy like soda exploding from a shaken can. She was so overwhelmed that she literally saw stars. Her heavy breathing turned into brief yelps, which turned into screams.

Her eyes were closed the whole time. She had no idea how Suzanne, Katherine, or Alan had reacted to her outburst, and she didn’t really want to know. She was completely lost to the moment.

But as she came to, a realization overwhelmed her. Tiger is still here. He’s on top of me. He’s still not done. There are still many hours left in the day. What’ll he do to me next?


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