6 Times a Day

Susan was in the process of putting her dress back over her head when Alan said, "Hold it!"

She put the dress back down and looked at him with trepidation. "What now?"

"You said you'd help with visual stimulation. You promised. You know that dress isn't visually stimulating; it's one of your old fuddy-duddy ones."

"Well, let me wear something! Please!"

"Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your really sexy dresses? After all, I'm in charge of what you wear now."

Defeated again, she put the dress on the counter. Dang it! I knew that little victory was too good to be true. He always has a way of getting me naked. How does he do that?!

He immediately picked up the dress to prevent her from wearing it on her way upstairs. He held it behind his back and kept it there. To prevent her from saying anything about that and to keep her milling about naked, he said, "I noticed today's a Tuesday."

She blushed again. "Yes, Son. I noticed that too." She could feel the saliva gathering in her mouth, which she had to swallow.

"Does that mean that, you know, you'll be doing one of those abnormality checks?"

Frustrated with him, she huffed, "The only thing abnormal about you is your oversexed brain! It seems like you're not happy until you've taken all my clothes off and are wantonly fondling my naked body while your big cock slides deep into my mouth!"

He laughed. "Yep. I'd say that about sums it up."

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she walked away from him to get a bowl for him.

Walking back, while holding the bowl in front of her leaking labia, she addressed his 'abnormality check' question. "I don't know. We'll see. I've been thinking about it, but you've been acting so strange and aggressive this morning that I'm having second thoughts. I don't want us to lose control."

He held his hands up in front of himself in a surrender gesture. "I'll be good, I promise! It's true that sometimes I kid around, but you know I keep my promises. When there's a rule, I don't break it. Aren't we just having fun here? I'd never want to hurt you. I love you so much!"

By saying those words at that moment, he was completely sincere and honest. But he was also as conniving as Eddie Haskell, the smarmy neighbor in the classic TV sitcom 'Leave It to Beaver'. Among other things, he was trying to get her to adhere to the new rules, especially the one where he got to chose what she wore.

She walked around the counter to where he sat, snatched her dress from behind his back and said, "We'll see." She walked to the refrigerator, holding the dress over her pussy, and then brought him a pitcher of pineapple juice. She could easily have held it over her rack too, but she chose not to. Her huge melons swayed back and forth and up and down with every step, and her pussy tingled, knowing her fully-aroused son was still watching.

She put an extra swish in her hips as she walked away from him, knowing that he'd like that. Her arousal level was rising with each passing minute. She thought about Suzanne's recent "strutting training," and tried to walk in the style Suzanne had taught her.

The training did make a difference. He thought, Dang! Just look at Mom go! Am I just extra horny right now, or is she extra sexy? Whatever the case, I love it! And I love that her tits are so big that I can even see a lot of boob from behind!

As she slowly strutted away she said, "We'll see. I'm not making any promises. I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne about it, and about your outlandish behavior this morning. Eat your porridge. Meanwhile, I'm going to go upstairs and actually put some clothes on. And keep them on! I have no idea what I'll wear that will satisfy you without freaking out your sister, but I'll try."

She selected a small bowl of strawberries for him, just so she'd have an excuse to strut to the dining table and back again. She held the bowl strategically in front of her pussy, but left the dress behind this time. She concentrated on her undulating ass cheeks, greatly increasing the sexiness of her movements. As she did so, she repeated to herself what Suzanne had taught her to say: I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!

When she returned to the kitchen, her heart was racing even faster with arousal and excitement.

Then he really made her day when he said in an obviously awed tone, "Hey Mom, I don't know what it is, but you seem extra sexy today. You really are my super sexy centerfold mom."

She pumped her fist in triumph, but made it just a short jab below the kitchen counter so he couldn't see it. YES! Thank you, Suzanne! Those words are so lewd and outrageous, but they really do the trick!

She moved towards the big gap between the living room and dining room, swaying her hips from side to side while barely covering her pussy with a hand (most of the time). She paused and said, "Okay, Tiger, if you can control yourself a little bit better than you did this morning, we'll do your check today. I really see no choice, since no one else knows how to do it. I don't know when we can do it though. Your father is going to be home this afternoon, for a change, so it can't be then. I made him promise to come home early so we could have some more quality time together. He and I have some things to discuss. But if the chance comes up later, I'll see what I can do. We might have to wait until tomorrow to do it."

He stood up, walked over to her, and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He ran a hand up and down her shapely bare back as they hugged briefly.

She just shot him another chagrined look and walked away towards the stairs, still naked. Then she realized she'd forgotten her dress back in the kitchen, so she went to get it.

He just stood there and watched her walk this way and that. He knew his erection was poking lewdly through his shorts; he made no attempt to hide it.

Her heart skipped a beat when she walked back towards him and saw his bulge. She stopped and stared. Oh my LORD! Just look at that! So many inches of thick spermy goodness! Why, I have half a mind just to drop to my knees right now and take care of that. It would practically be irresponsible of me not to. Oh dear. But Angel could come down the stairs any moment. Mmmm! But I can almost feel his thickness filling my mouth, with my lips and tongue sliding all over it. MMMM! But I can't!

She finally resumed walking, even managing to remember to cover her pussy with the dress she was holding. But her mood was much improved, because her head was filled with how much fun they could have with his abnormality check later.

As she walked past her son, he gave her a playful slap on her bare rump.

She paused, pretending shock. "You naughty boy!" She winked but kept on walking.

He thought, Dang! My mom is turning into such a cock tease. I swear, all I'd have to do is let go of my control and I'd cum right here without even touching myself.

She headed to the stairs, still putting on a sexy show for her son. Again she mentally repeated the lines Suzanne had told her. I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!

As she finally sauntered out of sight, he thought, Mom was annoyed for a while there, but pretty happy at the end. I think it's obvious that at least some part of her loves what I'm doing to her. For one thing, she totally walked away Aunt-Suzy-style just now, slowly and with an extra sexy swish of her hips. Sweetness! I could see drops of pussy juice sparkling from across the room and fresh rivulets running down her thighs. Also, she held that dress at her side so much that she had to be doing it on purpose. She was walking that way just so I could enjoy it!

Although his dick still needed relief, all in all he was a very happy camper.

Susan came back downstairs a few minutes later wearing a gorgeous dress more suited to going to a formal ball than to cooking breakfast. That made him even happier, especially since she seemed apologetic about being so covered up in front of him.

He walked into the kitchen and said, "Uh-oh, Mom. A new outfit means that I'll have to get your attention all over again."

She protested, "You meanie! What about Angel? What if she sees?"

Despite her protest, he could tell that she was very aroused. Her face was flushed and her breathing was heavy from before she even walked into the kitchen. Therefore he flipped her rather long dress up until his hands met bare ass flesh. "Don't worry; we'll hear her coming."

She still protested, "But Son! Can't you just be content to fondle my ass through my clothes?"

"No."

She shivered all over at the confidence she heard in his reply. Dear Lord! My son is becoming so MANLY! Between his words and the way he's manhandling my ass, I'm liable to simply burst into flames!

Unfortunately though, Katherine came downstairs only about a minute or two later. She made quite a ruckus by taking two steps at a time, so Alan was already on the other side of the kitchen counter sitting on a stool by the time she entered the kitchen and dining room area.

For the rest of breakfast, he had to satisfy himself with occasionally checking out his mother's voluptuous body without being too obvious about it.

Before he left for school, he had an extremely satisfying orgasm in the shower. He certainly didn't lack arousing ideas and images to masturbate to.

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