6 Times a Day

Not long after, Katherine and Alan came downstairs for the delicious homemade cookies Susan had baked, Both of them were dressed in just T-shirts and shorts.

For Alan, that was no big deal. But Katherine's shirt stretched tightly across her chest and highlighted the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Susan frowned at that. She was very displeased, because it reminded her of Katherine's newly-extended role as one of Alan's helpers. But she felt she couldn't really say anything without being a total hypocrite, since she was still wearing her extremely-revealing green nightie. She had worn that with the hope that Alan might be inspired to need more help later that evening.

As the three of them ate cookies, Susan laid down the ground rules for how Alan and Katherine could behave with each other. She confirmed that Katherine could help Alan "do his thing," but only with her hands for the time being, and only if Katherine asked permission from her mother first.

Katherine admitted that this was not the first time she'd provided direct-contact help, which wasn't a surprise to Susan since Alan had mentioned it to her earlier that evening. But Katherine and Alan still kept secret the fact that they were actually fucking.

That obviously was something they knew they would need to keep secret from Susan. Her attitude about handjobs and blowjobs had recently undergone a radical change, in large part thanks to Suzanne's almost daily brainwashing on the topic. But her attitude on fucking did not appear to have changed at all. They figured that she wouldn't be forgiving about that.

Suzanne came over not long after. Even though it was a Friday night, her social life lately was focused almost entirely on the Plummer family.

Susan felt self-conscious about wearing her nightie in Suzanne's presence. So even though Suzanne encouraged her to stay dressed "sexily" for Alan, she changed back into regular clothes.

The whole group ended up eating dinner and then watching a movie, as if it were just another night in suburbia.

It was hardly the hours-long cock-suckathon Susan had wanted and expected now that her husband Ron was gone. Being able to give Alan a blowjob before dinner had satisfied her somewhat, but she was disappointed that he didn't need more 'help'. She kept stealing glances at his crotch, but there was no sign that his penis had come back to life.

They watched a video of the 1983 comedy "Trading Places," which starred Eddie Murphy, Dan Ackroyd and Jamie Lee Curtis. Normally, Susan would have found it quite funny. But tonight, about the only thing she liked were the scenes where Jamie Lee Curtis displayed her big breasts, because she hoped that would inspire Alan's dick to resurrect again. Unfortunately, that didn't occur.

The truth was, Alan was also expecting more sexual fun to happen now that Ron was gone, but his energy was flagging. He too was disappointed that he couldn't get it up again, but his body could only handle so much stimulus within such a limited period of time.

Deep down, Susan was also frustrated that Alan wasn't more aggressive with her. Most of the time he honestly was trying hard to obey her confusing boundaries, so tried to do what she actually said, as opposed to what she really wanted him to do. She found it too difficult to be more honest with what she told him when it came to this issue, and in fact she often couldn't even consciously admit to herself what her real desires were. She decided she would need to take more of the initiative if she wanted something else to happen that night.

She waited until Suzanne had left. By then, it was everyone's normal bed time. She figured the late hour gave her a good excuse to enter Alan's room while wearing a nightie once again. However, this time she picked out a sexier and more revealing one (which came from the large pile of clothing that Suzanne had lent her). It was semi-transparent, which she hoped would make her intentions obvious.

Alan's door was partially open, so she entered after just a perfunctory knock. "Hi, my cutie Tiger! Am I disturbing you?" Again the smell of her son's cum assaulted her senses, nearly overwhelming her. As was his intent in keeping his room like that, it immediately kicked her lusty desires into a higher gear.

"Not really, Mom. I'm always happy to see you." He sat at his desk with a book in front of him, but he turned from his work and gave her all his attention. He undressed her with his eyes, no longer showing any shame in openly ogling her incredible body. He didn't have to exert much mental effort to imagine her naked, given the way she was striking a sexy pose while wrapped in a titillating, semi-transparent nightie.

She didn't know how to "force" him to get her to suck his dick, and she was too proud and in too much self-denial to just come out and ask for what she wanted. She tried to make small talk. "Kind of a relief, now that Ron's on his way to another continent, huh?"

"Yep. Sure is. Something on your mind?"

She was frustrated, because thanks to the way he was sitting she couldn't tell whether his penis was erect or not. "Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Actually, it's still early for bedtime on a Friday night, don't you think? I'm going to be reading for a while."

"Oh. Well I could give you one now, and another one later."

He smiled. "That sounds good. Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, I said before that we could reassess things once he's gone. So I've been thinking. I'm ready now to be more active in helping you out with your stimulation problem."

He thought, As if that wasn't clear from earlier today! But he kept the sarcasm to himself and merely asked with deliberate cluelessness, "What do you mean exactly, Mom?"

She blushed. She was terribly embarrassed as she stammered, "If you, for instance... if you're having a really tough time getting aroused, and you absolutely positively need some help, I could, you know, help out. You know... Whenever, uh, that may be. Like, for instance, right now, even, if your penis were to become hard... With my hands or even my mouth, if you really need that kind of help. You know, sometimes, mind you, if the alternative is bleak..."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest. I kind of had a feeling you'd say something like that, 'cos I know you're just such a great mom." He stood up and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek.

His dick had grown erect when she'd entered the room, so when he stood up and walked to her she observed just how stiff it was.

But she was disappointed, because after the kiss he went back to his chair and seemed ready to resume his reading. "Um, you know, uh, how are you doing right now? With the whole, uh, penis stimulation situation? Do you have any kind of urgent need that you want me to take care of?"

With her son's room smelling like a whorehouse, tempting her and reminding her how good his cock tasted, she was eager to get his meaty slab back in her mouth. She'd been slouching and bowing her head, but after that offer she sat up straight and tried to strike a sexy pose. She was surprised that her sheer nightie wasn't affecting him more.

He said, "Thanks, but actually I'm doing okay. I'm afraid to push my luck. Of course, Sis helped me cum, and then you helped. That was not long before the movie started, so I'm still recovering from that. But if something changes I'll let you know."

In actual fact, that wasn't entirely true. For one thing, he didn't mention all the times he'd climaxed earlier in the day, due to wanting to keep things like his sexual relationship with Glory a secret. And for another, even though his energy was flagging, he wasn't about to turn down the chance for his mother to suck his dick. But he wanted to see how much she'd volunteer before he had to ask. The shoe was on the other foot now that she was eager to help, and he wanted to test just how much things had changed.

"Oh," was all Susan said. She hung her head dejectedly, obviously disappointed. "But isn't your member...? Oh, never mind."

That secretly amused and pleased him. He found it cute that she was so eager, and so unable to hide it. But he loved her so much, he didn't want to leave her feeling sad. Therefore he suggested, "On the other hand, when you dress really sexily, then I can't control my urges and I'd just HAVE to have you help me out."

"You mean this isn't sexy?" Susan ran her hands provocatively over her nightie. "I thought you liked this kind of thing." She spread her legs wider, exposing her pussy. She generally tried to keep his attention away from her pussy at all times, due to her fear of succumbing to "real" incest with him, but she was desperate.

"I do. I love it. And I find it really cute AND arousing when you blush. It shows that you're super ashamed, but your desire for my cock is simply too strong for you to resist."

Susan had been blushing already, but her blush turned a deeper red. She shyly closed her eyes and pinned her arms behind her back as she thought, Oh God, it's true! It's so true! Dear Lord, please forgive me for this unholy cock lust I have! It's just that I want... No, I NEED! I need him in my mouth! I need to have my lips locked tightly around his tasty pole! I need my tongue to dance all over his sweet spot! I need to practically choke on my son's incredible thickness!

Tacitly admitting he was right, she asked quietly, "Then... what's the problem?"

He replied, "Unfortunately, my dick is so overworked tonight that it would take something really extraordinary to get it going again. For instance, I was thinking that one thing which would be really sexy is if a woman wore an ordinary T-shirt, but cut out a big hole right in the middle for her boobs to stick completely out. I think that would be reaaaally sexy. Especially if that woman had really huge boobs."

Susan smiled widely and her spirits lifted immediately. "Do you? It just so happens I might know a woman with just such a shirt, though I don't know if she's as big in the chest department as you'd like."

"Oh Mom, I KNOW she's definitely stacked enough, and super sexy."

She inhaled deeply to fill her lungs with the cummy aroma of his room, then sighed happily. Encouraged, she raised her huge melons underneath her nightie and held them up enticingly. "You think so?"

"I know so! It's not that they're just so dang gargantuan. I love how they're so firm, and so high, and so round, and so friggin' perfect! The only way they'd look any better is if my cum were splattered all over them."

Susan had to bite her lip, she was so overcome with lusty need. She panted, "Oh, Son!" Her huge globes heaved wildly in time to her labored breaths, even though she was still trying to support them from below.

But then a new wave of doubt hit her. She asked uncertainly, "Then what's the problem? Is it that I don't have a long tongue like Suzanne? Is it that I don't have her experience?" She dropped her head. "Maybe... maybe Mommy is just a bad cocksucker."

He was rightfully incredulous. "Are you kidding me?! I love the way you suck my cock. You're a natural!" He teased playfully, "However, there's a certain kind of sexy shirt I wish you were wearing..."

She smiled like she'd just won the lottery. "You flatterer! Say no more! I'll be back in a minute. We can't have you not reach your quota of six times today." She winked, then hurried back to her room.

He was well aware that he'd already reached his quota, but he didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm by mentioning that.

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