6 Times a Day



Current Patreon Members:

Silver Tier:

William Osborne

Broze Tier:

Danial Haxton, Tangents, Carlos Heredia, JustGotHit, Killstroyer, VoidStar, WendigosArk, Jester Smash

---------------------------------------------

Alan wanted to surprise his mother, so rather than grab her ass  cheeks to steady himself and help make sure his erection hit the target,  he held his stiffness with one hand and guided it right to her  well-lubed asshole. She was bent over so obscenely right in front of him  that he hardly had to step forward to make contact.

He hit the bull's eye right away. As the bulbous cockhead  tried to fit through, he suddenly grabbed both ass cheeks and held on  for dear life, squeezing and pushing and clenching as he drove his stiff  throbbing pole all the way home into her lusty asshole.

He thought back to his experience with Amy the night before,  and how it took so long to get his penis into her, but this was  completely different. He went all the way into his mother's ass in a  single, long, deeply sensual stroke. That's not to say it was an easy or  loose fit; far from it. In fact, she was excruciatingly tight the whole  way in. He felt like he was creating a new hole in his mother's soft  flesh rather than merely filling one, and he put so much pressure on her  as he went in that he worried he would injure her.

She still didn't say a word, but she couldn't help but exhale  deeply. Her big breath said more than words could convey. The whoosh of  air carried a tremendous sense of relief and satisfaction. Her hands  had let go of her splayed out ass around the time he had grabbed hold of  her with both of his hands, and now she grabbed the counter edge for  dear life instead.

Then she breathed in deeply, which also said much. She was  steeling herself for an upcoming battle with orgasmic ecstasy, the  battle to endure her son's merciless, seemingly endless pounding, to get  through all the upcoming orgasms and multiple orgasms without passing  out. She knew that no matter how tired he had just been (and she  certainly knew he was very tired indeed), he was going to ride her like a  cowboy racing a horse across the countryside. There was nothing she  loved better than to be used by him in this manner.

She was still angry as hell that he had even thought for a  minute that he could NOT properly greet her upon arriving home, because  she knew he didn't absolutely have to go to the SA-Club orgy or stay so  long. But that anger was fuel for her lust, and at the same time she  felt a great deal of contentment, knowing that with her son's thick  erection now fully filling one of her holes, all was well in the world.

He needed to take some time to recover from that deep push  all the way into his mother's ass. He felt his penis inside her ass  throb and bounce a couple of times as his pulse raced and his heart  pounded in his chest. He began to pant in short breaths, but otherwise  he kept his penis where it was. The fit was so tight, and her rectal  walls all around his shaft grasped him with such an insistently snug  pressure, that it seemed to him his penis would never move again.

But as he rested, he could feel the adrenaline begin to flow.  His energy level surged, making him feel like The Incredible Hulk. One  minute earlier, he'd been wondering if he could remain standing until he  reached his bed, but now he felt he could lift an automobile with his  bare hands.

Suddenly, he pulled his hard-on back until it nearly escaped  her tight hole, but then he rammed it forward again with all his might.

She let out an extremely loud and satisfied gasp of  contentment. Her gasp was so loud it was nearly a scream. She couldn't  keep silent any longer, and in a voice still angry and mocking and yet  somehow also loving and surprisingly calm, she said, "Oh. Hi Tiger.  Mommy didn't hear you come in."

He smiled, knowing that she'd heard him perfectly well. He  flexed his penis inside her for extra effect, and then ground his hips  against hers. He grimaced with exertion as he pushed in still deeper and  said, "Oh, I'm in all right. In deep!" He pulled nearly all the way  out, and then slammed forward so hard that her body shook all over.

She groaned with longing and satisfaction as her asshole was  emptied and then refilled so forcefully by her son. As he rested briefly  from that tremendous body slam, she arched her back up and shamelessly  gasped a pure orgasmic sound that couldn't be described, but which  expressed utter joy. An anal orgasm ripped through her, to the very core  of her being. But she was just getting warmed up, and she knew he was  just getting warmed up too.

He rode out her deliciously clenching muscle spasms, then  pulled his penis back and drove it home for a third time. He was a  little slower and a little less brutal now, because he wanted to get  into more of a regular rhythm instead of one violent full penetration  after another.

But before he could do that, she looked back over her  shoulder with eyes both simultaneously angry and shining with love, and  said, "So, how was your day, dear?" She flexed her rectal muscles around  his fullness, squeezing him so hard that it felt like his brain was  melting.

It was so indescribably pleasurable being there, deep inside  her, getting his penis milked from top to bottom, that he found he  couldn't move for another thrust just yet. He was captive to the  incredibly talented things she was doing with her muscles.

She thought, Good God, he loves me! I just want to shout  to the whole world how much he loves me, and how good he makes me feel! I  especially love that I could make him hard even when he's completely  dead to the world. I wonder who he fucked at his SA-Club meeting. I hope  he nailed Heather. She needs to be tamed by a fat cock. And Janice.  She's a hot little redhead. Hell, I'll bet he did 'em all! That gets me  SO HOT! Has any mommy ever been so blessed with such a studly son?!  Thank you, Lord!

She began rocking her hips back and forth ever so slightly,  pushing back into his groin, wetting his balls with her leaking pussy  juice. Her anal channel felt hot and buttery - there was so much heat  churning up from her insides, surrounding his buried erection, that he  was absolutely stunned. He realized that Amy's ass might be tighter, and  Heather's might be stronger, but Susan's ass was just as incredible as  either of those in its own way. Her asshole felt safe, welcoming, and  somehow comforting. Putting his erection snugly into his mother felt  like coming home after a long journey. He realized just how right it was  to greet her like this, with a thorough buttfucking, after coming home  from a long day at school.

"I'm sorry I didn't 'get your attention' properly when I came in, Mommy."

Her asshole flexed and fluttered in warm acceptance and  forgiveness. "That's all right, Tiger. At least you came to your senses  and remembered how to do it properly. You'll remember better next time,  won't you?" she said wistfully, as she clamped down on him with her  internal strength until he couldn't move again.

Alan felt his eyes rolling back and his brain start  liquefying again from the pleasure he was feeling. "Yes, Mommy, I'll  remember next time." He thought, There's absolutely no way I'm going to be forgetting this!

After feeling all that pleasure, he decided it was time to  give back and then some. The energy and adrenaline were still coursing  through his veins, so he finally began to get into a groove. He resumed  thrusting with long and deep strokes, but he was very regular now, very  rhythmic. In and out he plowed, marveling at how easily his penis could  slide through her hot and buttery channel, and yet at the same time he  felt so very tightly squeezed. It was like every last little bit of his  penis was being fellated, a thousand tongues on him all at once.

He chugged along for some time, moving with a steady  metronomic pace like a train riding down a train track. He noticed that  she was humming again. It was the same catchy tune that she'd been  humming when he first came into the kitchen. He was puzzled because he  was certain he'd heard the song around the house a good deal lately, but  he couldn't place where it came from.

Little did he know, but the song was her own creation, "The  Alan Song." She'd slightly adjusted the words that ran through her mind  to better fit the occasion, She repeated over and over:

I am Alan's hole

  In the kitchen here he'll take control

  I am Alan's ass

  He's gonna fuck my butt hard, fast, fast, fast

  I am Alan's butt

  He owns it all, his mommy slut

Before long, the sounds of her humming turned more to grunting as the intensity and speed of their fucking slowly increased.

Inevitably, with all the heat and friction, he felt the urge  to climax well up inside him. In fact, the need to cum came upon him so  quickly that he had to nearly pull out. He grabbed his penis at the  base, and then again just below the cockhead, and he squeezed hard with  both hands. He figured that if one emergency technique to prevent  cumming didn't work, the other one would.

He sighed with relief as the urge to cum passed. But ever so  briefly he felt all of his weariness return. He slumped over his mother,  resting on her back, inadvertently driving his stiff pole all the way  into her ass yet again.

She smiled and thought, That's my boy! He's no normal  motherfucker, that's for sure! Most mommy fuckers would have given up  their incestuous seed right there, but not my Tiger! He's just getting  started! Us harem nymphos have to earn our cum loads with a lot of hard  work and hard fucking. I spied him through the window over the sink and I  saw how utterly dead to the world he was, but look at him now! He's  doing his Mommy proud. He's putting me in my place! Mommy is Tiger's  very proud and happy after-school sperm dump! If he only knew just how  strong a fantasy he's filling right now! Filling literally and  figuratively, hee-hee!

I wonder if he remembers that this is the outfit I was  wearing the first time he fucked me up the ass. I don't know if he fully  understands just how strong my anal need is. He knows that I could get  off over and over merely from sucking his cock, and he knows how his  thick dick belongs deep inside Mommy's cunt. And he certainly knows that  my big tits were made just for his hands to fondle and his cock to  slide through and his mouth to suck on. But does he know that my ass is  just as needy as all the rest of me? Every square inch of Mommy's hot  body has been designed to give my son the utmost in incestuous pleasure!  That's what I do now, that's what I live for. But then again, how will  he know all that unless I tell him?

"Thank you so much for 'getting my attention' properly,  Tiger," Susan panted. "I know it's more than a bit selfish of me to have  you greet me like this, but Mommy needs it so bad! Mommy's a completely  insatiable slut for son-cock! I promise I won't always be this  demanding, but I got so angry, thinking about you fucking all those  dozens of hot, sweaty, juicy, teen twats at the orgy. I know that it's  only right and proper that you fuck all the busty babes at school into  submission, but not on a Tuesday! Please? Not on a Tuesday?"

He laughed, happy to see that her anger was finally  dissipating. "Mommy, it was only three cheerleaders, not dozens. Well,  four, actually." He briefly chuckled at the absurdity of "only" four  cheerleaders. "And I promise I won't be so late again. There's no one in  the world I want to make happy more than you, nobody! It just about  broke my heart to see you disappointed like that when I couldn't get it  up. I couldn't stand it!"

She was so eager, especially after hearing his virile  admission that he'd just fucked four cheerleaders in a single afternoon,  that she figured he'd already had enough time to rest. She began  squeezing and flexing her rectal muscles around his penis in extremely  delightful ways. It wasn't just a matter of on or off; now that she'd  calmed down a bit she began trying some of the more advanced tricks that  she and Suzanne had been working on in recent days. She started by  squeezing around one end of his penis and then letting the pressure of  her grip roll along his length much the same way that a crowd in a  sports stadium will stand up to perform "the wave." A wave of pleasure  coursed through his penis as she did this, but no sooner did she finish  than she did the same starting from the other end.

Alan was so surprised that his mouth gaped open and closed  like a gasping fish. He'd had no idea such anal finesse was possible.  He'd felt Heather's rectum rippling up and down his length before, but  this was somehow completely different from that.

But at the same time she was doing this, she spoke casually,  showing just how easily she could do these tricks. "Tiger, my lover, I  have a secret. This isn't just a fulfillment of the fantasy I was  telling you about last week, the one where I told you to 'get my  attention' by surprising me with a delicious cock stuffing up my butt. I  loved how you didn't even touch me first, you didn't even go slow, you  just crammed that whole huge thing into me in one massive thrust! What a  good son! But actually, that kind of fantasy goes back a ways. What I  mean is that long before I mentally allowed myself to dream of getting a  good cunt stuffing from you, I channeled a lot of my energies into, um,  anal domination fantasies."

"Mom! Stop!" he cried out urgently.

"What?"

"That anal flexing thing you're doing, God, it's so good! But  I'm about to blow, and I can't even pull out when you're doing that."

"What, you mean this?" She let another ripple of flexing  pleasure roll back and forth along the length of his erection, and then  giggled with glee.

"Yes, that!" He was sweating bullets, struggling not to cum too soon.

She smiled from ear to ear, deeply satisfied that he was  enjoying her new technique so much. "Oopsie. I'll stop. I'm so glad you  like that, because, for once, that's something I seem to be able to do  no problem while Suzanne can't do it at all. If you really like it when  I'm doing THIS" - she did it again - "then that almost makes up for the  fact that Suzanne's tongue is over an inch longer than mine. That woman  is unreal. I'm soooo envious about all the things her tongue can do to  your fat cock that mine can't!"

"Mommy, I love it, but please!"

"Oops. Such fun! But as I was trying to tell you, I've been  having anal sex fantasies for so long. Pretty much since the start of  November, so almost a full month now. In my fantasies, you completely  owned my ass, which of course you do now, and I had to spread my cheeks  for you at every opportunity! Why, I even imagined you plowing my ass  while we were on the front lawn, and the postman walked by with a big  look of surprise on his face! But almost always, the fantasies involved  you doing me here in the kitchen, usually when you came home from  school."

She sighed in happy remembrance. "You know how much time I  spend working in the kitchen, and for this past month, half the time I'm  in here I'm fantasizing about you silently sneaking up on me and  buggering my ass. For some reason, more often than not the fantasy has  me just keep on doing what I was doing, washing the dishes or whatever,  while you drill my poor little ass into oblivion! I'd often think about  casually asking in mid-fuck, 'How was your day, dear?' as though  stretching my horny asshole around your big, thick, hot fuckmeat was a  perfect normal, everyday occurrence, and today I actually was able to  say those very words! That made me so, well, as you kids say it, totally  psyched!"

She giggled, and then continued, "To tell you the truth,  Tiger, my anal fantasies started that day that you were putting suntan  lotion on all of us and were sliding your big fat mommy-splitter back  and forth through my slippery ass crack. God, you got me so hot doing  that! Even though I was fanatical about boundaries back then, since you  were allowed to touch my ass to 'get my attention' I couldn't help but  think that if you were to spread my ass open and cram your cock all the  way up my butt that you would REALLY get my attention!"

She giggled some more. "I thought at first that it would hurt  terribly. I was really scared of what would happen if you did shove  your huge man meat into my tiny little asshole, but it was also so  terribly arousing to think about! I also thought that if I could take  you in my ass, maybe that would satisfy you and we wouldn't have to  perform the greatest of incestuous sins, vaginal intercourse.  Fortunately I was so wrong and you take all my holes whenever you like  now, because I'm your sinful mommy slut."

She grinned and playfully squeezed his stiffness between her  flexing butt cheeks. "It wasn't until I talked with Xania that I  realized I needed you just as much as you needed me, that there was  nothing wrong with my anal needs and fantasies, and that it was wrong to  suppress them and feel shame about them. I was so jealous of Suzanne at  first, when you fucked her in the ass that first time, but then when I  realized that you'd liked it I resolved to become your butt slut mommy  and started having fantasies about you fucking me up the ass all the  time."

Susan turned her head to look at Alan, the love shining in  her eyes, "I don't know why, but when you put your mommy-splitter in my  tight little ass, I feel loved by you in a way that I've never known  before. It's the total act of submission. I feel so alive and free and  happy when your big cock is in my butt."

He was having a hard time talking, as he teetered on the edge of a great climax. But he managed to gasp out, "Isn't that...?"

"A contradiction? You might think so, but not me. To me,  submission IS freedom! I'm free to let go, free to love you and serve  you with all my heart! I don't have to try to hold back and pretend to  be normal, or live a complete lie. I'll never be a repressed prude of a  woman ever again, so long as my son fucks me in the ass. So please,  don't ever let me go nearly a week without a good hard buttfucking  again. Your mommy needs her buttfucks!"

While she was talking, he was listening but also thinking.  Whether she knew it or not, she had him in the palm of her hand, and he  didn't like that. He was right on the edge of cumming, and yet she  wasn't obeying his command to stop her talented anal squeezing. Every so  often, maybe about every twenty or thirty seconds, she'd give him  another squeeze to keep him nearly mad with desire. He was fighting for  his life not to cum, clenching his PC muscle like crazy. He felt he had  to get back on top of things to retain total control of his favorite  bouncy and milky mommy slut.