6 Times a Day

"We'll have to do this at least once a week," Susan said excitedly as she grabbed her son's erection again. "Maybe more!" She frowned, and then asked with complete seriousness, "Could you ask Akami if maybe sometimes more than one abnormality check a week is necessary? You can't be too careful."

Alan grinned. "I'll ask. But I agree that more often wouldn't hurt. In fact, it's good to play it safe."

Susan smiled. "I agree whole-heartedly. So I'm sure that, since we're going to be doing this a lot from now on, we can become more professional about it. Do you mind your frumpy old mother jacking you off at least once a week and then eating up all your, uh, discharge? Could you live with that?" She resumed the abnormality check as she talked.

He knew that she was fishing for compliments, and he was very happy to give them sincerely. "Live with it? Mom, I'd love it! You're no frump; you're the sweetest, kindest, greatest, sexiest mom in the history of the world! I could easily 'live' with you doing that once a day. Heck, once an hour!"

She blushed, immensely pleased. "Shucks. You're just saying that. I'm sure you'd prefer Suzanne's help much more." She seemed keen on "checking" his sweet spot, as she kept on rubbing him there.

"Mom, Aunt Suzy is amazing, but you're totally amazing too. Of course she has years of experience, but you'll learn to be just as good as her, I'm sure."

"You think?" A determined look crossed her face. "Well, I'll try."

His mind nearly overloaded with pleasure as he imagined Susan giving him handjobs for years on end, all the while competing with Suzanne to see who was best at it.

As she talked, she was already "examining" every inch of his erection with her fingers, but she'd moved on from rubbing his sweet spot after trying to "check" that spot for a minute or two. The rest of her abnormality check wasn't the same as a full-on handjob and it didn't feel nearly as good to him.

A light bulb went off in his head. "Mom, why don't you practice giving me a handjob right now? Then I can better compare how you do it to Aunt Suzy's style. We can get back to the abnormality check after you practice that for a while."

Her whole face lit up with delight, even though logically his idea didn't make much sense. "What a good idea!" Both her hands began pumping up and down his shaft.

Alan had to stifle a loud groan, both over what she was doing and at her obvious joy in doing it. He was glad that at least this time he was able to hold out and enjoy it longer, now that he'd already cum once.

After a few minutes, she said as she stroked happily, "I must admit, I'm not very good at giving your member a ... massage. Your father and I, we've never really been into that kind of thing, so I've never even given a blowjob before. Everything we did... it was fumbling around in the dark. I feel kind of inadequate, especially knowing how talented our next door neighbor, 'Jessica Rabbit', is at it. I really want to be good at these handjobs, but I just don't know what to do."

"Mom, don't talk like that, or I'm going to lose it already. And slow down or stop rubbing from time to time, if you want me to hold out longer. I'm hoping we can practice for a long time."

She grinned. "Me too. Besides, Akami said that you need to be stimulated for a long time or it doesn't count for your daily total."

She began going more slowly. Mmmm. It's so warm. I know I'm going to be damned to Hell for this, but I have to admit that it's such a pleasure just to hold it. In a way I almost wish that guys didn't have orgasms, just so I could hold it and stroke it forever. But what did Suzanne say? "Don't just stroke it; love it." Suzanne gives the BEST advice! Tiger, I love you baby! And I love holding your coc- ... uh, your member.

I can't let myself get too excited. I'm all but naked, with my big tits constantly bouncing around, and if things get totally out of control my own son could end up fucking me! That's one reason why I have to know how to tame this hot, throbbing wild beast with just my hands.

A minute or so later, she asked, "How is this, Tiger? Do you like this? Is this what Suzanne does?"

He suggested, "It's beyond great. But if you put your whole body into it, then your chest shakes in the most delightful way in time with the stroking and I absolutely love that." Wondering if he'd pushed too far, he added, "You know, visual stimulation and all that; it, uh, helps with my cure."

Susan seemed to like that idea too. Her boobs were already constantly on the move, but now she sat forward with her chest thrust out while he sat right at the edge of her bed, to give him an even better show. She immediately began stroking in a way that caused her upper arms to move, not just her lower arms. That in turn set her rack lightly jiggling.

She asked, "Is that good? Is that how Suzanne does it?"

He went on, "Mom, it's great. But as for Aunt Suzy... Um... You don't have to do exactly what she does. I'm sure you can be just as good as her, but using your own style. Just watch my face and listen to my groans to find out what I like the most. It just takes a little practice." It was a hard question to think of an encouraging answer to, especially while he was being stroked so pleasurably. But he seemed to say exactly the right thing.

Susan had definitely found her cock-stroking rhythm by this time. Her hands pistoned up and down over his pre-cum soaked shaft ever more excitedly with each passing minute. All thoughts of eventually resuming the abnormality check were completely forgotten. Sometimes she used both hands on his dick, and sometimes she dropped a hand to her sopping wet panties to touch her clit. She was on fire.

"Oh, yes, Tiger! Practice! We need more practice! A lot of practice. A lot... So much stroking... Practice!" She said this between heavy, heaving breaths as she reached a crescendo of excitement. Once again her chest swayed and bounced in ways that caused nearly as much excitement for him as what her hands were doing.

She continued to stroke him with gusto, but she began to pay more attention to his reaction and vary her technique to determine what worked best. For his first climax, she had been uncontrollably excited and stroked madly and passionately. But this time around she took a bit more time, exploring every inch with slower movements to better prolong his joy. She tried to remember some of the practical tips Suzanne had mentioned during their many recent handjob discussions. Most especially, she focused more on rubbing his sweet spot and the other most sensitive spots Suzanne had told her about, generally around his cockhead.

Occasionally she asked him if he liked this or that technique, but his answers weren't that helpful since he loved everything.

That is, until he groaned particularly loudly with undisguised lust.

"What is it? What did I do?" she asked eagerly.

He was almost afraid to say, but he told her. "Um, Mom, that spot on the underside of the penis, below the head, where your fingers are pressing right now? That's the most sensitive spot. When you stroke me there like you were just doing, I practically see stars."

"Oh reeeeeally?!" She was all smiles. She remembered how much importance Suzanne had given to that spot, the one that both Suzanne and Akami had called the "sweet spot." Susan was already rubbing there a lot, but from that point on, at least one of her hands seemed to be focusing there at all times.

Time passed in a blur. Alan was hardly aware of where he was or even who he was. He had been entranced by her slow rhythms, and was drifting in some alternate space where nothing existed but pleasure and arousal. His eyes were glassy and his face was filled with a great mindless grin.

Suddenly he came to, finding himself again shooting his cum all over his mother's face and chest. He'd been enjoying himself so much that he'd forgotten to struggle to delay his climax.

Susan had enjoyed his climax the first time, but she'd been more shocked than anything. This time she could fully appreciate the experience. Luckily, she'd been holding and fondling his balls with one hand, and she'd felt them tighten and lift, so she wasn't that surprised when his cum started to fly. She was in seventh heaven as his cum shot towards her face and chest.

The previous time, she'd been a bit afraid of the "gross" cum, but now she treated it like manna from Heaven. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she cried at the top of her lungs as she leaned forward to make sure all his cum landed on her.

Alan noticed she was shaking wildly and correctly concluded that she must be climaxing.

Remarkably, she hadn't been playing with her clit through her panties at the time, although she certainly had been minutes earlier, so what pushed her over the edge was that she was so excited from his cumming.

As successive ropes were flying shorter distances when his climax started to peter out, she shook his erection more vigorously, coaxing out more and more cum until it just dripped, and then stopped altogether. Then she fell back onto the floor, emotionally and mentally drained.

For the first time, it occurred to Alan that Susan might have been enjoying the experience as much as, or even more than, he had himself, which was saying quite a lot.

"Look at all your cum, Tiger!" she finally said, as she writhed about slowly on the floor. "You just about covered me in cum! God, it's SO HOT! Mommy loves it! Mommy needs MORE CUM!"

She was still in the throes of an extraordinary orgasm. When she'd had sex with her husband, she'd never had even one orgasm, and now she was having a whole series, which kept on long after she stopped touching him.

Eventually she settled down, but her body still occasionally bucked from the intensity of it all, like the aftershocks of a big earthquake. She thought, I had no idea that a person could feel this good! I must be multi-orgasmic. To think that I was married all these years and I never once experienced THAT.

Her breathing finally began to calm, but her erotic mood only heightened. She was like a drug addict who'd just had her all-time greatest high, and was now ready to do anything for another hit. She took a hand and began rubbing his cum into the skin of her chest. "It feels soooo good!"

Suddenly the thought occurred to her, We never did quite finish that abnormality check, did we? I guess we'll just have to do it all over again later, hee-hee!

With her other hand, she resumed rubbing her wet crotch through the thin fabric of her panties. Her pussy was totally soaked, with rivulets of her juices running down her thighs. Then she pushed her panties aside and plunged her fingers directly into her dripping slit, fingering her clit at the same time. She knew that masturbating in front of her son was extremely wrong and far outside the bounds of his abnormality check, but she couldn't control herself.

However, her pussy was still sensitive from her recent series of climaxes, so she had to stop and let her body recover. Her panties more or less fell back into place.

Alan was disappointed by that, since he had been too preoccupied to get a clear view of her pussy while she'd been playing with it. But he too was in recovery mode and in no mood to complain about anything, given the incredible experience he'd just had.

"Look at me, Tiger," she cooed as she ran two of her fingers down her cleavage, scooping up some cum along the way. "You cum soooo much. It's just too much. Good Lord, I must look like some kind of big-titted, sperm-covered mommy! Mmmm! What am I supposed to do with all this cum?"

He surprised himself by saying in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Why, Mom, I think you're going to eat it all."

"Oh Tiger, that's so nasty! You're just such a nasty, sexy, cum-filled boy. Is that an order?"

Despite his lack of sexual experience, he could tell what she wanted to hear. "Yes. Yes it is. Mom, I want you to eat up all my cum. Every last bit."

She loved being ordered what to do (though she didn't consciously know that yet), so his command caused chills of excitement to run up and down her spine. "Oh my! What a naughty boy! I guess if that's what you want, I'll have to do it. The only thing is ..." - she paused to suck a cum gob off her fingers - "I kind of like having it on my skin too. It's like you're ... marking me. ... Claiming me, even!" She ate more of his cum, repeatedly sucking it off her fingers. "Geez, listen to me. That sounds crazy! We're supposed to just be having an abnormality check here, and look at me!"

He did look at her. The sight of her rocking gently back and forth on the floor to some unheard rhythm while eagerly finding and eating his cum was blowing his mind. Even though he'd just cum twice in a short interval, he was a bit surprised that his penis didn't immediately lurch back into action yet again, because every move she made and every word she said was just too arousing to take. Mom is such a sexual dynamo! Who would have ever figured?!

Being "ordered" to clean up his cum took her to even greater heights of excitement (even though she'd all but told him to order her to do it). She simply couldn't help her urges and resumed frigging her clit despite a lingering sensitivity there. At the same time, it appeared that her other hand was out of control, running through his jism and scooping it up to consume it as fast as she could, instead of pausing to savor the taste. While she did all this, she apologized profusely and sincerely, "Oh no! Forgive me! I'm so sorry, Tiger. Please don't look, but I just can't control my hands! I'm too worked up! So improper! Oh my God! So very... Yes!"

Somehow she managed to continue her search for cum even as her body bucked more wildly.

He completely ignored her feeble request to not look at her, because her eyes told him a different story.

He thought, I've seen a lot of sexy things in the past few weeks, but this is the most out-of-control sexy thing I've ever seen! Just look at my mom, my so-called prudish mom. She's writhing on the floor with gobs of my cum all over her face and smeared all over her massive tits, even as they sway all around her chest. But that's not all! She's got a hand under her panties, plunging into the depths of her snatch while her legs buck and kick in the air. It's like she's being royally fucked by an invisible man!