6 Times a Day



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Suddenly, the kind of creative inspiration that helped make him such a  desired lover struck him, as he realized the silverware drawer was just  within reach. As she continued to talk, he reached out, opened the  drawer, and pulled out a sharp knife.

Normally, he would never have thought of bringing a knife  anywhere near her. Her skin was far too perfect for him to want to  chance nicking her, even if the odds were extremely low. She had no  freckles, no moles, no bumps, no scars - virtually nothing on her skin  of any kind except delightfully peachy and nearly invisible short light  hair. An airbrush artist would have had nothing to do to her, except  maybe cover up some unsightly veins on her feet and hands that  inevitably came with age. However, he had an idea he just had to try and  he promised himself that he'd use a knife this one time only.

She felt the knife press against the skin of her arm and she  shivered with excitement. She stopped her intermittent anal squeezing,  which gave him a chance to calm down enough to more or less talk  coherently.

As he lightly held the knife against her skin, he asked, "Mommy, you've been a very naughty pair of big tits, haven't you?"

"Goodness gracious!" she panted. Her son had never called her  a "pair of big tits" before, and she loved it. She repeated it back  just to make sure he knew she enthusiastically approved. "This big pair  of big tits is so sorry, Son. Mommy's nothing but a pair of round,  milky, huge, and needy tits! And hard and even more needy nipples. I  need to pay! I need to get spanked! What exactly did I do wrong to  deserve a royal assfucking, by the way, my cum-filled boy?"

Pulling the knife away, he reached underneath her and found  her slit. He pushed two fingers in and rapidly located her G-spot. "It's  your outfit. While I love the way it says, 'I live to serve my son and  drain him of cum,' it covers up too much of your skin. True, it leaves  your ass and cunt exposed for all to see, but what about your tragically  covered fun bags? Not to mention the nice bits in between? Your flat  and toned stomach, for instance? I could spend years just running my  hands over your hips and stomach, but this outfit is in the way."

"I'm so sorry, but I-"

"It's too late! I'm gonna fix it right now!" Knife still in  hand, he reached down and cut the back of her maid uniform in two with  one non-stop but careful cut. The cloth fell to both sides of her torso  and he pulled it away, leaving her naked. He tossed the knife into the  kitchen sink.

"Oh my God! It's too much!" Susan was so excited that he'd  cut her clothes off that she began to cum hard. She was so horny that  she felt dizzy. Tingles of excitement were shooting up and down her  spine and all over her body, with everything seemingly wired to her  clit.

As soon as she started to recover, she began frantically  squeezing her anal muscles around her son's penis. She was so eager to  please him that she no longer tried her talented but subtle flexing, but  instead seemed to be attempting to squeeze the entire thing off.

He barked, "Mommy-slut, that's much better! From now on, I  never want to see you wear any clothes again! Ever! Inside the house or  out! Your body is so hot that I want to see all of it, all the time!"

"Oh God!" she screamed with shock, fear, and delight. She  hardly knew what to respond to, the knife or his latest arousing  comments. She felt like she could climax again already. "You cut my  clothes off! You actually sliced them right in two! Dear God!" Then the  full weight of his command not to wear clothes hit her and she shrieked,  "You can't mean it!" The way he was massaging her G-spot while  thrusting into her ass over and over was more than she could take, and  it was all she could do to say that much.

In fact, he didn't mean it. He knew that sometimes a partly  clothed woman looked sexier than a completely naked one, and variety is  the spice of life, after all. But she didn't need to know that at the  moment. Unable to endure any more of her anal muscle tricks, he resumed  thrusting in and out with long strokes. "Of course I mean it! Though,  needless to say, that doesn't include your high heels or glasses. But  that's it!"

The thought of being naked forever for her son, plus what he  was doing to her G-spot and asshole, drove her over the edge once more.  She pictured herself sashaying her way through the school halls in order  to find him and take him home, while wearing nothing but black high  heels. With a piercing scream, a multiple orgasm tore through her.

At first, he was content just to watch her writhe as her  fists pounded the counter helplessly, her body no longer under her  control. But then he decided to take things one step further, and he  started ramming his penis into her even harder than before. His attack  was so fierce that he could no longer keep his fingers on her G-spot, or  even in her pussy, but he did manage to grope around on the outside and  set off her clit more than once.

Thanks to his continued anal assault, her orgasm seemed to  have no end. It went on for a minute or more. She simply couldn't  believe she could feel so much pleasure.

Finally, it was over and her body went completely limp.  However, she didn't move much because she was still flopped over the  counter and still had her son's penis deeply impaled in her ass. She  sighed contentedly over and over as she slowly came down from the  highest of highs to a more manageable high.

Finally, she recovered enough to speak again. "Thank you,  Son. So much. So good. I don't deserve a son as good as you. Can you  promise me one thing? I want you to meet me like this every day after  school. Every single day, surprise me by taking me in the ass or doing  me doggy style. These holes on this pair of big tits belong to you, and I  hope you'll use them at every opportunity."

"Oh, I will, Mommy. But sadly, not every day after school. I  do hope to work you into my busy fuck schedule at least once a day, but  it's up to me to determine the where and the when. It's more fun when  it's a surprise."

"Oh, Son! 'Work me into your busy fuck schedule'. I love it!  Of course, that is your right and your privilege. This pair of big tits  must obey you in all things. Oh, and I loved what you said about me  being naked all the time! But what will I do when I have to go outside?  Or what if we have guests?"

"If we have guests, I assume they'll be sexy women wanting  sex. You'll crawl on your hands and knees and service their pussies,  naturally. Nakedness obviously will not be a problem. If they're male  for some strange reason, we'll hide you away until they're gone, because  no other man should be allowed to see my cum-starved mommy looking so  extremely sexy. As for going outside, that is a bit more of a problem.  If you're going to do something like go shopping at a supermarket, I'll  allow you to wear a little more. You can wear cow ears, a cow bell, and a  cow tail sticking out of your son-loving butt. Oh, and a collar around  your neck. You can put your money underneath the collar in a wad, like  the way strippers keep their tips under a garter when they're dancing  naked."

"Fuck! FUUUUCCK!" she cried out desperately. She'd been too  wiped out to squeeze his still very erect penis buried in her ass, but  she climaxed again and involuntarily squeezed it some more. "Oh shit!  You just made me cum again, you big meanie! Is that any way to treat  your helpless mother? Those little cow things don't cover anything at  all. Are you serious about this no clothes rule? We'll get in trouble  and then everything will be ruined!"

She said with a serious urgency, "I love the idea of everyone  seeing that you're my master, but we can't! I'm so sorry, but I can't  let that happen, I can't let them take you away!"

He rolled his eyes at her gullibility. "Relax, Mommy. It's  just sex talk. Of course I like seeing you dressed or partly dressed in  sexy clothes. Although... Maybe we can do some stuff like that from time  to time. For instance, one of these days we should try a Bound and  Naked Mommies Week, where you and Mother are tied up naked, tied to each  other for the whole week. Would you like that?"

She was panting frantically as she thought about that. "Would  I like it? God, it makes me so fucking hot! Shut up, please, now, or  your butt slut is going to cum again and I don't think I could take it!"

He wiped the sweat from his brow. "Oh no. Cumming again. That  sounds horrible," he said sarcastically as he began plunging his  erection in and out of her asshole some more. He had his second wind now  and was ready to get his satisfaction. The truth was, he'd worked  himself up with all his talking too, and he was ready to get off.

"NooooOOOOooooOOOOooo!" she wailed. "Not the mommy-splitter!  Not the big fat mommy-splitter! It's too good! Far too fucking GOOD!  UGH! MMMM! I'm truly gonna lose my mind!"

As she started to rhythmically slam into the kitchen counter,  he decided to push her a little bit more. He reached forward and  grabbed her breasts with both hands. They were flattened down on the  counter as much as the two massive round pillows could be flattened, but  he quickly took care of that by lifting her up by his hold on her rack.

"NooooOOOOooo!" she wailed even more. "Not the tits! Not the  tits! Anything but the tits! They're too sensitive! I'm going to cum so  hard I'm gonna cry! Please have mercy!"

"Tits? I'm not holding your tits. I'm holding your udders.  Are you or are you not a sex cow, making milk and pussy juice for your  children to drink up every day?"

"I am! I AM! Milk your mommy's tits! Squeeze them until they  burst with milk! Use me! Abuse me! Drown me in milk and sperm! Milk and  sperm! No! Noooo! Nooooooo! Here comes another one! Oh God, please!  Mercy!" Yet another multiple orgasm tore through her brain and body,  seemingly electrifying every nerve ending she had.

Alan now had his mother under his complete control. Her body  was a limp rag. She was unable to consciously do much more than beg or  breathe. He realized he could literally fuck her until she went insane.  It was actually in his power to give her so many multiple orgasms that  she lost her mind, unless she fell unconscious first. But of course he  didn't want to do that. He loved his mother more than anyone in the  whole world. His energy still surged through him like a man possessed,  but he decided it was time to end their fun.

"I'm gonna cum, Mommy, cum! I'm gonna fill your ass, fill your ass with cum!"

"Yes! ... Fill me! ... Hot seed!" The remarkable thing was  that the nearly hyperventilating Susan was somehow still able to say  that much.

Soon, both of them were screaming like their guts had been  ripped open. They screamed as if the orgasms washing over them were  their last acts on Earth.

And in a sense, that was true. They both felt as if they died  while cumming. It's not for nothing that the French words for orgasm,  petite morte, translate as "little death."

Once his penis was emptied of cum, his energy seemed to drain  out of him all at once. He fell to the ground, taking her down with  him. They ended up in a sweaty heap on the floor, with her mostly  sprawled out on top of him. Neither of them could do anything except  simply struggle to keep breathing.