6 Times a Day

Not only was Suzanne working to revive Alan's libido, she was even busier talking with Susan and slowly bringing her out of her guilty mood. Suzanne could be very persuasive, especially since she probably understood Susan better than her best friend understood herself. She knew how to push all of Susan's buttons.

She sensed that trying to arouse Susan wouldn't work at that moment, so she played on Susan's motherly concerns and responsibilities instead. In particular, she emphasized how much Alan was "suffering" with constant "blue balls," and how he needed help six times a day as a medical necessity. She hinted that if Susan really loved him, she would do the "right thing" and keep helping him with "visual stimulation" and other assistance. She and Susan reached an agreement that Susan could wear whatever clothes she wanted, just so long as she continued not to wear a bra. (Suzanne knew that Susan's boobs were extremely sensitive, and going braless would help make sure Susan was aroused a lot of the time.)

Still, Susan had really enjoyed less than 24 hours of significant sexual liberation, compared to an entire lifetime of sexual repression, so it was very easy for her to fall back to her old ways and very difficult for Suzanne to fight that recidivism. The fact that Ron would be back soon was on everyone's mind, which made Suzanne's job a lot harder. So far, she'd only had limited success.

On the surface, things still seemed normal at the Plummer house that evening. At dinner it felt as if all the sexual wildness of recent days had been just a dream. The only evidence to the contrary was that Katherine dressed more provocatively than previously.

Alan went back to his room after helping to wash the dishes, to practice his PC muscle exercises some more while looking at the photos Suzanne had given him. But he felt adrift, because his own mood had soured after seeing Susan behaving so sternly at dinner. He was still so bummed about the change that had come over her that he wasn't even able to concentrate on his homework. He wandered the house and looked for something to do to get his mind off the disaster of Ron coming home.

He came across Susan in the kitchen. He was so bored and listless that, initially, he was going to ask her if she needed more help cleaning up. But then he noticed that she was bent forward as if in pain.

"Hey, Mom. Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh hi, Tiger. It's just my shoulders - they're really sore today. It's driving me crazy. My whole back, actually."

Alan walked over and took a closer look at her. Although she was wearing her old, conservative clothes, including a blouse and big bow that tried to cover her boobs (mostly in vain), his dick grew hard seeing her even in that. The fact that she had her arm clenched underneath her rack, making her mountainous tits stick out ever more than usual, had something to do with that, as did the fact that her nipples stuck out more obviously than he could ever recall seeing them when she wore her frumpy clothes. He wondered if it was just that he'd never paid much attention to that kind of thing until recently, or if maybe she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh here. Let me help you." He moved behind her, placed both of his hands on her shoulders, and began rubbing. "How did you get so sore?"

Her muscles relaxed with his touch, and she let out a contented sigh. "Well, partly it's these evil things that you love so much." She lifted her boobs to illustrate what she meant.

That drove him absolutely wild. He had to remember to close his gaping jaw.

She grinned as she caught his reaction out of the corner of her eye. She knew on some level that she did that just to get his heart pounding. "They're just so damn big that they give me back pain sometimes."

To his great disappointment, she let go of her breasts and they jiggled back into place.

He inadvertently let out a big sigh of sadness, even though he certainly enjoyed watching them jiggle.

Susan couldn't help but flash a wicked smile, but she tried to hide her satisfaction. She said serenely, "Ahhh... That feels wonderful. But that's not the main reason. Suzanne and I overdid it exercising today, I'm afraid."

That was partly true. Indeed, Susan had burnt off some of her sexual frustration by vigorously attacking the exercise machines in her basement. However, she didn't mind her sore muscles that much, especially since that had been many hours ago. The real reason she happened to be bent over and panting when Alan saw her was because she'd been daydreaming about last Tuesday, and all the times she'd sucked on her son's ever-ready erection. Due to her talk with Suzanne before dinner, her guilt had gone down and her horniness had gone up.

She was still resisting her lusty desires, but she had agreed to the massage because she couldn't turn down the opportunity to feel her son's hands on her body.

His hands felt as good as she'd hoped, and then some. She loved the way he was touching her, even if it was in a non-sexual way and through all her clothing. Her pussy began to lubricate as she fantasized about all kinds of other ways he could be touching her. She was regretting not wearing a bra, because it felt as if her nipples were going to burn through her blouse if they didn't poke holes through it first.

Alan hadn't really ever given a massage before, but as he continued to rub her he realized that her back and neck were in fact quite tense. "Let's do this right. Let me give you a serious massage somewhere more comfortable."

"Well, if you insist. But remember the new rules, okay? No touching my naughty places."

He played up being a servant, and said with a stuffy British accent, "Of course, madam. Your wish is my command."

They decided to move to a sofa in the living room. He put on a CD of Al Green's greatest hits to help create a mellow, subtly seductive mood.

Susan felt embarrassed about the prospect of leaning over braless for Alan's massage, and she was concerned that he would manage to get her completely topless before long. So she went to the bathroom while Alan was fiddling with the music and put on a bra.

While in the bathroom, she also put on a pair of white high heels. Suzanne had been stressing to her for the past few days that high heels were absolutely essential to helping with visual stimulation. In fact, Suzanne called them a "guaranteed instant erection." Even in Susan's current conflicted mood, that sounded exciting. Susan also reapplied some subtle hints of make-up.

Alan had Susan take off her stiff and formal blouse before she lay down, but she kept her bra on. He began a deep massage of her entire back. He didn't really know what he was doing, but she let him know when he did something good, sometimes by responding with an approving moan.

Soon, she began to feel a whole lot better. The more she relaxed, the more her guilt and inhibitions just seemed to float away. And with his hands on her back, her thoughts started to turn sexual. Before long, she was daydreaming about rubbing his erection against her face and gently kissing and licking it. A part of her brain worried that it wasn't the smartest idea to have him giving her a massage while she was growing more and more aroused, but these worries were dissolved as her muscle tension melted in his hands.

As his hands caressed her soft yet muscular flesh, he began to think more and more with his libido. I know Aunt Suzy said I should be giving Mom some space for a few days, but what if I can use this to get Mom back to giving me blowjobs, or at least handjobs? Wouldn't Aunt Suzy be happy that I sped things up? I have to at least try!

He said, "Mom, your bra keeps getting in the way. Don't worry; I'm just going to undo it temporarily." He undid it even as he said that, so it would be a done deal. He wasn't being very honest with his "temporarily" caveat.

She was so aroused by now that she could offer only token resistance. Mmmm. Tiger loves his big-titted mommy! It feels so RIGHT that he takes my bra off. Oh, but I can't be too naughty. However, I'm lying on my tummy, so what's the harm? Besides, he took it off already, the cheeky horny boy, hee-hee. "Okay, but promise that you'll behave like a gentleman. Can I trust you?"

"Of course."

He massaged her bare back for the next few minutes. However, his hands wandered farther and farther, and he wound up caressing her arms, neck, and hips, all the way to the edge of her skirt. But most importantly, he spent of a lot of time fondling her "side boobs" - the parts of her boobs accessible while she was lying face down. He figured that her breasts were extremely sensitive all over, and any contact there would greatly increase her lust.

He was right about that. She absolutely loved any tactile stimulation of her boobs. And it wasn't like it was just her nipples that she loved to be touched - her entire globes were easily-aroused erogenous zones. She even accommodated him after a while, tilting her body a bit so he could explore her huge boob almost to her nipple. Then, when he switched sides, she tilted again for him.

She thought, Oh my goodness, this is getting a bit questionable. If Ron saw this, he'd think it's downright improper! But my muscles ARE sore from over-exercising them, and it feels soooo gooood! Mmmm! Besides, as long as I stay facing down, what can happen? Nothing, that's what! I work hard around the house. I deserve to get pampered at least once in my life.

As time passed, Susan let out a series of happy "Mmmm!" noises, sounding much like a contented cat.

Alan had already figured out that her "Mmmm"-ing was a sign that she was getting aroused, so he was encouraged.