6 Times a Day

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When Alan awoke on Tuesday morning, his first thoughts went to wondering about his mother and her shifting moods. Yesterday was great! Especially last night. That fashion show was fuckin' fantastic! Who would believe me, that four total babes like that would take turns showing off in sexy outfits while Mom steadily jacked me off? And Aims! Sweet, sweet Aims. As she would put it, awesomtastariffic! He snickered happily.

But today! It sucks that I have to go back to school. But on the plus side, today's a friggin' Tuesday! I hope Mom still has her special thing about Tuesdays, 'cos I'm definitely much more psyched about this day of the week than ever before, thanks to her. Maybe that'll stop her from sliding back into one of her prudish moods. And what about my dick? Will it be able to handle today's stimulation? Or did I push it too far last night? Hmmm, I'm not getting a boner right now, despite so many arousing and very vivid memories. Not good.

However, he realized that he'd woken up before his alarm clock was due to go off, no doubt due to his anticipation of sexy morning fun. But even so, he was feeling tired and wanted to rest a little longer.

A few minutes later, Susan knocked on his door. After hearing him grunt out a "Come in," she poked her head in the door. "Tiiiiger! Good morning!"

He opened his eyes and was rewarded with such an inspirational sight of his mother bending forward that his penis immediately engorged to full size.

Not messing with success, Susan was wearing a sexy nightie again. The only difference was that this recently-purchased nightie was even more revealing than the one she'd worn the previous morning. It actually covered her thoroughly from head to toe (if 'covered' was the correct word), except for her hands and feet, but that was fine with Alan because the fabric was almost completely transparent. The only fabric that actually visibly covered anything was a thin strip of extra fabric trim that went around her waist, and another strip that went straight down the middle of her front, covering its front closure.

Not surprisingly, she also wore high heels.

She let him get a good long look at her all-but-totally-nude body, and then said playfully, "Tiger, the way I look at it, you have two choices. You can stay in bed and catch some more Z's until your alarm rings, or you can come downstairs now and maybe we can have some special time together." She stayed leaning over for no reason at all other than to give him a great look at her dangling, slightly swinging melons.

Alan sat up suddenly in a very dramatic manner. Since he'd lately been sleeping in the nude, that put his newly-erect boner on display. With a big smile on his face, he sat on the edge of his bed and asked, "Does that answer your question?"

She stepped forward. "Oh my!" She licked her lips, and looked back to the door. It was clear that she was considering blowing him right then and there, but she was also mindful that Katherine's room was right across the hall. She took another step closer and said, "Do you realize that today is a Tuesday?"

"I'm well aware of it. I love Tuesdays."

She licked her lips again while staring so intently at his lightly swaying hard-on that it seemed she hadn't heard his reply. Then she apparently came to a decision because she suddenly rushed out of the room. As she closed the door behind her, she said, "See you downstairs!"

As he sat there, he thought, Man oh man! Mom gets me so fuckin' horny! That's like zero to sixty in two seconds. And to think I was worried I'd have trouble getting erect today. Phew! He hopped up and started putting on his clothes with a hurried purpose.

A minute later, he literally skipped and jogged his way downstairs, through the house, until he got to his mother, who was standing in the kitchen still wearing her high heels and long see-through nightie. Wow! She's lookin' so fuckin' good! I can't believe I've got a centerfold mom!

Susan stood in front of the sink, looking like she was busy washing the dishes. But the water wasn't turned on, because she was really just standing there waiting for her son. She gave no indication that she was aware he'd entered the room, but she was aware of little else.

He decided to do something he'd forgotten to do the morning before. He stealthily crept up behind her, lifted her nightie, and fondled her ass. By her rules, that was the only touching he was technically permitted, under the absurd fiction that it helped him "get her attention." He was pretty sure that rule would go by the wayside, as it usually did, once she got hot and bothered enough.

No words were said, but soon she was breathing heavily and moaning loudly with her usual "Mmmm!" noises. Neil Diamond's song "Forever in Blue Jeans" was playing on the stereo. Susan had long been a Neil Diamond fan, but in the past she'd rarely played music by him or anyone else. Alan was pleased that she was listening to music more often these days.

She was bent over the sink, so the movement of his hands pressed her up against it. His heart was pounding hard due to his excitement. He rubbed his hands over every inch of her bare ass, including playing with her anus, but although he came right up to it, he was careful to avoid touching her pussy. He thought that the region between her vagina and asshole was a boundary zone that he could slowly redefine over time.

Her nightie was proving to be a bit troublesome for him. It was much longer than the other ones she'd been wearing lately, and it kept falling down over her ass. Luckily, her ass was thrust out at a perfect ninety-degree angle, so once he hoist the nightie up over her lower back, it stayed there.

But as great as playing with her ass was, it wasn't enough. He knew she tended to be inconsistent about allowing him to play with her hefty tits, mostly depending on how horny she was. He knew she appeared to be pretty horny at the moment, but just to be on the safe side he distracted her with compliments as he pulled her nightie down her arms. "Mom, it's true. You really ARE a centerfold mom. That's not just some hype. Your body is so sexy and perfect that it defies description!"

Her face flushed, but with pride and happiness instead of embarrassment. "You're just saying that." She obligingly helped him remove the nightie by moving her arms at just the right times.

"No I'm not," he said with conviction. "If anything, I'm understating it." He rubbed his thinly covered erection against her thighs, making her shiver and shake.

"Wh-what are you doing to my nightie?" she asked, as she felt it being slowly pulled all the way off her body. "You're not taking it off, are you?"

"Well, I kind of am. I'm sorry. I love your new nightie, but I just have to see your body in all its naked glory. Besides, I have the right to choose what you wear at any time, and now I want you wearing nothing at all." He tossed the nightie on the counter and pressed his body against hers from behind. That pushed his boner back into her thigh, only inches from her hot pussy, as he leaned over her and held both her huge breasts in his hands.

"Well, okay," she said uncertainly. "You do have that right. But don't forget the boundaries." She winced, because she knew she was already violating them herself by letting him do this much, but it felt too good for her to muster up the words to tell him to stop.

She thought, I'm so naughty, but I just can't help it! It feels so right that I should be completely naked for my son. I just wish he was allowed to touch me everywhere! I wish he could rub his BIG COCK right against my pussy lips! Oh! Oh no! Can't! Too hot!

She felt on the verge of an impending cum, but then it passed and she was able to control her emotions again (well, mostly).

As he freely groped her mammaries and fiddled with her nipples, he said, "You know, Mom, it's pretty incredible how big your jugs are. How did that happen?"

She took the question seriously, and answered, "Well, genetics, I guess. After all, you've seen my mother, and my many sisters, and some of the other females in my family. They're all pretty well endowed in that area. Heck, some of my sisters have daughters coming into bloom, and they're just as endowed as their mothers, or even more so! Mom even joked that there must be something special in the Nebraska corn. All the men in the family seem to have some kind of boob fetish, because they pick very busty wives. Plus, we were all well fed and we exercised a lot. It was practically a sin to leave any food on our plates."

As he fondled her soft tit-flesh, he said, "Thank God for Nebraska corn. There is something special from Nebraska: YOU! Your mother and sisters are pretty, but you're totally gorgeous! But what I really love is your kind, loving heart." He rubbed his thinly-covered cock against her ass crack.

She blushed. "Pshaw! Stop with all the compliments, or I'm gonna cum all over the place!"

He snickered, "That would be terrible!" Knowing that she liked to be controlled, he said, "Don't worry, that won't happen. Starting right now, you're not allowed to cum until I say so."

She pouted, "Oh, son! Oh, poo! You're such a meanie." But that made her even more horny, so she started humping her ass back into his boner.

After a minute or two he announced, "I'm taking off my shorts to give my dick some air."

"Okay," she said uncertainly, "if you must, but please remember the boundaries. Remember your promise."

He thought, Damn, why did she have to bring that up? Torture! She's soooo fuckable!

He removed his shorts and tossed them aside, then held his stiff rod and immediately resumed rubbing it against her thigh. I'm probably the only guy on Earth to endure such pleasurable torture. I could just stick it in her right now! I'm so close! But she seems to think this is okay while real fucking is incest. I just have to live with that boundary and get used to it, at least until she changes. I have to be the good, obedient son. But damn. Fuck! So fucking close! Well, I might as well enjoy what I've got.

Up to that point, he'd been careful not to hump into her too much so she wouldn't complain, but now he began to press into her rhythmically. He liked not having to wear his shorts, so he pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it away for good measure. He leaned back over her and resumed kneading her massive tits.

In the midst of their heavy petting, she said, "Tiger, I'm so sorry about last night. I was so tired. I didn't plan to fall asleep but the next thing I knew it was morning."

He said, "That's okay. Why are you apologizing?"

She answered, "Because I failed to tuck you in and give you a goodnight kiss. It's mommy's duty to make sure you fall asleep deeply satisfied, with your cock completely drained dry. Please forgive me!"

She nearly shouted this last part as she felt his hard-on slide up into her ass crack. He was eager to take advantage of her nudity. She thought for a moment that he would stick it in somewhere much deeper, but he was content to keep the length of it trapped between her ass cheeks.

He was so involved with that that he didn't respond to her plea for forgiveness.

She wailed, Oh my goodness! He won't forgive me! I have to do better serving his cock! He's so right. I failed him; I don't deserve to be forgiven! I have to redouble my efforts to be his favorite cocksucking, big-titted, centerfold mommy!

He slid his body down hers, rubbing his throbbing cock all the way down one of her legs until he reached the back of her knee. Then he repeated the process on her other side. Wherever his cock went, it left a trail of pre-cum like the slimy path of a snail.

She was moaning like an animal. She worried that Katherine would hear her from upstairs, but she was too hot to stop or even quiet down.

She asked in a near whisper, "Can I cum yet?"

"No."

"Mmmm! MMMM! Oh God!" Her entire body wiggled and writhed as she struggled to control her urges. He said that so decisively! SO HOT! His control over my naughty body is growing!

But still he wasn't satisfied. He drew his standing body up closer to his mother's bent-over figure, imagining his cock going only the few extra inches forward it would need to enter her pussy.

She could sense from the way his legs rubbed up against hers and his hand braced on her ass that he had his erection poised as if to enter her pussy. Her legs slowly spread apart, causing her to slide a little way down from the sink. She wiggled her ass seductively. Her body, especially her pussy, really wanted his big prong.

Her lower body seemed to act on its own, but her mind wasn't so sure. She thought, This could be it! My son is going to fuck me! Should I let it happen? I could. All I need to do is say the right word! I need it so bad, but it's so wrong. I'd be on the express train to Hell, but my body has needs! I need it! Besides, I failed him last night, not tucking him in. I have to make up for it by giving him my HOT CUNT!

She was torn between logic and lust. She didn't know what to say or quite how she felt, so in the end she didn't say anything at all. It was up to Alan to make a move. However, she kept wiggling her ass around enticingly, hoping he'd choose to take the plunge, completely filling her. That way she'd get all the joy without having the guilt of having asked or permitted him to do it.

Alan thrust his hips forward. He felt like this could be his big moment, his chance to finally fuck his own mother.

But in the end he chickened out. His cock drove between her legs, but he purposely went too low. He slid it between her legs rather than entering her. He was so frustrated he thought he would cry, but, by a matter of a couple inches, he managed not to break his real promise to her, which was to never disobey her direct commands.

He consoled himself by slowly dry humping her, sliding his slick dick back and forth between her legs. His cock was a bit low, so it was actually squeezed between her thighs.

She squeezed her legs tight so that her thigh flesh folded around his thick erection, somewhat like a titfuck. She moaned her usual, "Mmmm. Mmmm! MMMM!"

He just grunted his agreement. Her thighs and his cock were both so wet that he slid back and forth almost effortlessly. It felt amazingly good - he almost could close his eyes and imagine he was really fucking. He idly wondered why he'd never heard of thigh fucking before. Then it occurred to him that if two people got this intimate, they normally wouldn't stop there but would really fuck instead.

He thought to himself, Okay, come on, you're inches away. Just put it in! What's the problem? You know she totally wants it; so what if she'll feel bad later? Don't be a chicken. She'll get over it. Just DO IT, you idiot!

But he had visions of her crying and feeling guilty and greatly distressed afterwards. Deep down, he didn't want to do it unless she had completely made peace with the idea, rather than just being carried away by a temporary surge of lust. Unfortunately, his body was calling out for satisfaction and his throbbing boner needed release. As he thrust his shaft back and forth between her thighs, he could feel the urge for a proper fucking slowly take over. The temptation was just too much to resist.

Susan, too, was beside herself with lust. She was thinking much the same things he was thinking. She knew that if she gave in now, she'd feel awful later. But she was beyond the point of caring; she was ready to cry out for him to stick it in.

Susan had been panting and moaning so loudly that Katherine had heard her from the top of the stairs. So Katherine came strolling into the kitchen and dining room area fully expecting to see a blowjob or titfuck, based on the lusty sounds she'd been hearing, but what she actually saw took her breath away.

"HOOOLY...! Holy FUCK!" Her heart leapt to her throat. As she cried out, she looked closer and saw that although Alan and Susan were both totally naked and making humping motions, they weren't actually having intercourse (though she'd thought at first that they were). It was an easy mistake for someone to make.

Susan heard her daughter's voice and her body immediately seized up. She stood up and moved suddenly, leaving Alan's rampant boner thrusting into nothingness. She tried to cover her ample chest with both arms as she turned to her daughter with a horrified look. "Angel! It's not what you think!"

That made Alan really want to cry. He'd been so close, he could almost taste it (and he certainly could smell her aroused pussy!). But he too had been momentarily panicked by the unexpected voice, which had served to cool his ardor as well. When he saw that it was just his sister, his instinct was simply to go back to what he'd been doing and damn the consequences. However, he couldn't, since his mother had pulled away from him and their mood had been broken. It was obvious that Susan had been really spooked.

"That looks like a fun way to say good morning," Katherine finally said. "How's breakfast coming, Mom?"

Susan stood there panting for some moments. She was terribly frustrated too, since at Alan's command she'd been holding back from cumming for so long. Now that urge too had passed, thanks to the interruption.

Attempting to regain some dignity, she tried to wipe her thighs clean of the pussy juices that had run down them. But that only made her feel more ashamed, because now her hands were wet with her own intimate fluids. Still naked, she went over to the stove, where she had some oatmeal ready to be heated.