6 Times a Day



'ReaperCrew' Special - [6/10] Chapters. 3.5K words

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Mother and son scurried back upstairs to Susan's master bed. It was soaked with cum stains, but they didn't mind, because it was a night for bodily fluids to flow without concern.

Alan planted her in the middle of the bed, and said, "Okay, how would you like it?"

She put her hands in front of her like a dog begging with his paws up, and barked, "Woof! Woof!"

He laughed. "Talk about mixed animal metaphor messages, but okay." As he got into the doggy style position, for some reason he clearly recalled how Susan used to be prior to everyone's recent sexual transformations. He contrasted her former prudishness with her now barking "woof" while dressed in a sex cow outfit, and laughed out loud some more.

He commented, "God, Mom, don't you ever get tired?"

"Not to toot my own horn, but I've been doing my daily workouts for years. You do things like tennis, but you don't have an organized exercise regimen like I do."

"Good point. You could probably kick my ass."

She laughed, although they both knew there was some truth to that, simply because she was in incredible shape. "You should have Suzanne work up an exercise program for you. Suzanne knows all." She laughed at that. "Now, less talking, more fucking!"

The plan was to take it nice and slow, and they did, for a while. But both of them were too worked up to keep it slow.

He got an unexpected surge of energy. They changed positions so he could get above her and really slam into her hard. He couldn't believe how much she inspired his lust. He ravaged her almost with the same vigor as the first time they'd done it that evening.

Before long, she was screaming, "Fucking split me in two! Fucking destroy me! Fuck your mother like you've never fucked anybody in your life! Oh, God! SO GOOD! Jesus Christ, this boy knows how to fuck his mommy!"

She still had the butt plug in her (although not the actual tail), and was amazed how different and delightful that made the fucking feel.

All their earlier sex had taken its toll, and his energy surge passed before either of them came. After a while, he was too exhausted to pound his mother's pussy very forcefully at all, and they switched to a slower, gentler style of lovemaking, with him again behind her. But that too was good. He marveled to himself that everything seemed to just get better and better as the evening went on.

He felt like the "little engine that couldn't." His energy was flagging more and more with each passing moment, especially compared to hers. I've never realized just how fit she is. And Suzanne does the exact same routine. They both look so curvy and feminine that you'd never figure on their hidden strength. Although I did hike all day today and yesterday, so I do have some excuse. Still, I don't want any imperfection on Mom's dream night.

What can I do that'll get her off while using no energy on my part? I'd say another titfuck or blowjob, but heck, I don't even have the energy to hold back from cumming... Oh, I know!

He unexpectedly pulled out of her and said, "Sorry, Mom. Fun's over."

She was confused, but said, "Oh. Well, thanks for-"

"No, listen to me. You've been a bad mommy. A very, very bad mommy. And you know what happens to bad mommies?"

"They get spanked!" There was a fiery excitement in her eyes as she suddenly flipped herself over and got on all fours. She presented her ass to him, waving it as high up as she could manage.

He chuckled. "Hmmm. I think somebody here likes spanking a little bit too much. It's not exactly a punishment if you want it that bad, is it?"

"No, it's just that I've been so bad, so terribly naughty, and I'm eager to atone for my sins."

He chortled, "Yeah. Right." She was lying, badly, and both of them knew it. But that was all part of their fun game. "Okay, I'll take you at your word. Name some sins and I'll give you a swat for each one."

He thought she would name some minor transgressions. But to his surprise, she started with, "I've committed incest with my son."

That won her a hard slap.

"I let my son fuck my mouth on a daily basis. No, worse, I seek it out. I crave it. I need it!"

That got another slap.

She continued describing all her sexual "misdeeds" in terms that were halfway between a Catholic confessional and an X-rated novel. It was weird, but it got both her and her son increasingly excited.

He felt his strength coming back. The swats took energy, but the harder he spanked her, paradoxically the more energized and lusty he felt.

After about twenty swats, both of them were climbing the walls with the need to fuck and practically attacked each other with an animalistic heat.

Before long, he was nailing her hard. He drew upon reserves of energy that he didn't even know he possessed and went all out.

Susan too was clawing and scratching and screaming and generally loving life as he thrust into her, deeper and deeper.

Finally, he felt his balls tighten once more. He knew he couldn't keep up this frantic pace for long and simply gave in to his desire to cum. He knew she was so excited that she'd cum right with him, and indeed she did.

His cum load was smaller than it had been at the start of the evening, and more like a load from a typical male. But the remarkable thing was that he still had so much cum to give.

He slumped down over her back and breathed heavily into her neck, too exhausted to move or disengage himself from between her legs. Within a few moments, his penis was completely soft and fell out of the folds of her well-fucked hole.

They again just lay on the bed, panting.

She seemed too tired to say anything, so he admired her backside for a while. She looked completely wiped out, and she was. Finally, her reserves of energy were completely depleted too. Her hair was a disheveled mess, drool rolled down her chin, and somewhere along the way she'd lost her glasses.

"Damn, Son. Definitely the night of my life."

"Me too, Mom. Me too."

After a while, he looked around and asked, "Hey, Mommy, where did your glasses go?"

She sat up in bed and tried to collect her wits a bit. She felt her forehead and exclaimed, "Why, I do believe you fucked them right off my head!"

They laughed some at that.

"Hmmm. I can't see them. Oh, here they are." He picked them up off of the floor. "First I fucked your pants off, and now I've fucked your glasses off. What'll I do next?"

He handed them back, and she put them on. "That's why I'm going to have to stay naked all the time, because you'll just fuck all my clothes off, anyway. But seriously, I think I'm going to need contacts from now on. This is like a full-on contact sport! The way Ron used to do me, I could have read a book at the same time."

"Mommy, please. Never mention that name again if you can help it. It's just you and me, now. Well, you and me, and the rest of our new family."

"Yes. But for the rest of the night, just you and me." She paused, and then looked deep into his eyes. "My love."

He looked back, awed by the intensity of her love. He thought for some moments, and then said, "Mommy, I have kind of a strange question."

"Yes, dear?"

"Why is it that you love me so much? Wait. I know what you're going to say, that I'm your son and it's only natural and so forth, but the intensity of love from you is so great, it's like the heat of the sun. Maybe my question should be: why do you love so incredibly much, in general? How is it you have so much love to give?"

She was lost in thought for a while, recovering from her solid nailing while considering the question.

Then she sat up, looking him right in the eyes, and said, "Son, I was raised a very simple girl with very simple values back there on our small Nebraska farm. I believed in dreams, or you might even call them fairy tales. I loved all that corny stuff, like Cinderella and Prince Charming, and I still do. I completely fell for the dream of finding Mr. Right and living the perfect life with the white picket fence. But the few romantic relationships I had were complete disasters."

She winced as she went on, "Just look at your ... Ron, the biggest and most prolonged disaster of them all. I'd been so deeply unhappy with him for so many years that I'd resigned myself to the way things were, and given up on my dreams. I'd forgotten what real happiness was. Suzanne tried her best to help, but really, seeing you and Angel grow up was the only thing that inspired me."

She continued, "Then you became my lover, and close to forty years of longing, frustration, and a sense of tremendous ... emptiness ... ended when that little Nebraska girl finally found a man who was worthy of all her dreams. I'm still a simple gal, and all I really want to do is to love and care for my dream lover, and have him love and care for me too. That's all that matters to me in life, that and loving and caring for my family. I guess I still am a hopeless romantic, and a dreamer, deep down."

A loving smile returned to her face. "But now, tonight, my life is a dream come true! The two things that really matter to me, having a lover and having a family, now they're exactly one and the same! I can love my whole family in the way lovers do, and my lover is a part of my family! So my feelings are doubly strong. Then, when you made Suzanne and Amy part of my family? Oh my goodness! I'm on cloud nine every minute of the day!"

He replied, "That's so beautiful. I'm going to work twice as hard as before to live up to your high expectations. I love you so much. But ... sometimes you say things that are kind of scary, like a short while ago when you said you wanted a collar to help show how I own you. Being owned like a piece of property, it just seems so... I dunno, unromantic, for starters. I don't want that for you! How does that fit with what you're saying just now?"

"Tiger, I'm a sexual submissive, in case you haven't noticed already!"

They laughed at that, since it was so obvious by now.

"That doesn't mean I want to be tortured, I'm not like that. Sometimes in our phone chats, Brenda will have some fantasies that don't work for me at all. But the more I feel possessed by another, the more it makes me feel loved and bonded together to them. It gives me a sense of belonging. I get so much joy from serving others. I don't know why; that's just how I am and how I've always been. I've never really wanted things for myself, like big luxuries. That's not what makes me happy. Seeing you happy makes me happy. So happy! You have no idea what an emotional high it is when I see you cum and I see that expression of pure ecstasy on your face, knowing that I was the one who made you feel that good."

He smiled. He'd never felt so deeply satisfied and so in love. But he was also frisky, so he said playfully and facetiously, "No, I have no idea what you mean about that whole orgasmic ecstasy thing. I think we'll just have to fuck some more so I can cum again and we can test it out."

She lightly punched him. "Oh, you!"

They both laughed and delighted in being so close to each other.

It had been a few minutes since he'd climaxed, and she was feeling antsy to perform her ritual cleaning duties. She just didn't feel right if she didn't lick his penis and balls completely clean after each and every orgasm he had with her.

So she bent her head down into his crotch and happily licked him for a few minutes, making her usual "Mmmm!" noises all the while.

Finally, she sat back up. Her brown eyes twinkled with mischief. "All right, mister, you asked for it. Let me see. You've shot your sperm in or on me six times already. Very impressive for so few hours, I must admit. But you still have four more times to go to make ten."

He looked at her incredulously. "You can't be serious! How can I possibly get aroused again? It'll take hours. I can barely raise my arm, and I know you feel the same."

She looked past him and pointed to something near the foot of the bed. "I know. But you see that?"

He looked to where she was pointing and saw a can of whipped cream, the gift from Amy that they hadn't used yet. He cursed, "Good God! Fuck. I swear, there's a conspiracy afoot to keep me hard and fucking twenty-four hours a day."

"Could be," she winked conspiratorially. "Let's cover your cock completely in that tasty cream. Then I want to eat it all off and try a little bit of deep throating. I still have never done that right, but Suzanne has been teaching me with dildos."

"Geez! What a night! It never ends!" He felt his penis already start to stir. "Okay. But can I take a shower first? Maybe that'll revive me for one last go-round."

"Okay. Actually, we could shower together. It's good to save water."

He guffawed. "Save water, my ass! You just want to have your way with me some more."

Susan just smiled, fantasizing about how good she'd soon be feeling. She could almost feel the pistoning and pounding already. As much as she'd been hopelessly devoted to her son before this night, she was twice as devoted to him now. She was so wiped out that she could barely move, but she knew they had all night. She looked forward to an alternation of sleeping and fucking until both of them were simply unable to move a muscle.

Meanwhile, Katherine had gone down to the basement video monitoring room instead of back to her room to sleep. Her mind was a complicated mix of emotions, from pride at the sexual prowess of her brother, to love of her mother and happiness for her happiness, to resentment for being left out, to a deep and unsatisfied sexual need. She whispered to herself, Tomorrow. Tomorrow. That'll make it three fuckless days. Sheesh! Mom, please leave something of him for me for tomorrow, because Alan has not yet begun to fuck!

Had Alan known Katherine's thoughts, he would have been both pleased and disturbed. On the one hand, he was happy to give her and the others the solid fucking they deserved. He loved it.

On the other hand, he was beginning to wonder whether, with so many women depending on him, he'd bitten off more than he could chew. Mom alone is such a sexual dynamo that I have a hard time keeping up with her. Aunt Suzy's pretty much the same, and ditto with Aims and Sis. Add in Glory, and Brenda, and Heather and... God, I don't even want to think about it. What am I gonna do? Seriously!

Several hours later, at two in the morning, Susan rolled over in bed and set the alarm clock. The two of them were simply as fucked out as two people can be, and she knew that it would be cruel to encourage Alan to give it another go considering that he had to go to school in a matter of hours. Not only that, but every muscle in her body ached from all the different positions Alan had fucked her in, and her pussy felt stretched and sore.

His penis looked "rested" in its flaccid state and his swollen balls had finally returned to their usual size.

As her son snored next to her, she thought, Now that's how it should be: we shouldn't go to sleep at night until we've been properly fucked like this. I have no idea how many times I came, even with all this new and exciting climax control he made me go through, but I know I've never felt so good for so long. The whole night was one constant erotic and loving high! This is truly the best of times. I have no guilt, no regrets. None! God has to be smiling on this. There's no way something that feels this good and right and perfect could be wrong. I refuse to believe that.

And as for my studly widdle Tiger? Eight times. He came eight times! Not bad. Not bad at all. True, it wasn't the ten that I told him to aim for, but I'm frankly astonished he got so close in just one night. My son. What a beautiful, loving son. How lucky can a mother be? Tomorrow he's going to go to school and will hopefully fuck the best girls there. Then he's going to come home and fuck some more women. Tomorrow's not my day.

But am I jealous? No. I know that he loves me the best. Besides, tomorrow I probably won't even be able to walk. He'll always come back to me, no matter what. I feel so sure about it now. We're soul mates. We're going to be together forever!