6 Times a Day

But she wasn't done. In fact, a big reason she decided to end her "abnormality check" was because of what she planned to do next. She pulled his swimsuit back up over his erection, then said, "Son, I was just checking your penis for abnormalities and such, and everything seems to be in order. You can't be too careful about that sort of thing, you know."

He could only grunt in response. He was still panting and clenching with his eyes closed, desperately trying to delay orgasm a little longer.

She lifted her weight off him while remaining on top of him. "Now, my sweet love, we're going to do something a little different. Suzanne said I need to get you fully aroused so you could have a nice, prolonged masturbation session, and make another checkmark on your daily chart. She gave me some suggestions on how I could do that."

He opened his eyes to stare into her face in sheer disbelief. "Fully aroused?!" Is she kidding me?! If this isn't fully aroused already, then what the hell is?! But he stayed silent, aside from his heavy breathing.

She said, "I want you to sit on your hands, to make sure you don't get too naughty. Can you do that for me?" She leaned in to his face and gave his cheek a couple of encouraging kisses.

He nodded. He had no idea what she had planned, and he hated to lose the use of his hands, but he figured that if it involved his fully naked and very horny mother in any way, it had to be good. He lifted himself up slightly and sat on his hands.

"Good." She smiled at him, and settled her weight back down on his lap. "Now, keep your hands like that. No touching allowed, okay?"

He nodded again, and smiled back. Even though he'd just come back from the brink of orgasm, his body was still brimming with energy and lust. But he was determined to keep his hands safely under his ass.

She scooted off his lap a little bit, and gave him a sultry smile. "Now, since you're a good boy, good boys get rewarded." She pulled his swimsuit down again, even though she'd pulled it up only about a minute ago. His cock seemed stuck to his swimsuit due to all the pre-cum, but it finally, and dramatically sprung free.

Her mouth formed a perfect "O" shape as she gazed at his wet erection poking up at a jaunty angle. Oh my! So much cocky goodness! His medical condition is very fitting. A cock like that needs to get stroked and sucked a LOT! Even by his... his... naked mommy! MMMM! Her mouth watered and she repeatedly licked her lips as she thought back again to all the oral loving she'd given him on that Tuesday.

But she remembered that she wasn't allowed to do that to him again, at least not now. She refocused on her task at hand, and pulled his swimsuit the rest of the way off. "Okay, Tiger. You may find this hard to believe... I know I do... but Suzanne made me promise her that I sit naked on your lap, and, well, kind of grind and churn my ass all over your cock."

His eyes widened, and his already rapid pulse sped up even more. Aunt Suzy, God bless you! YES! I have the best sex goddess auntie in the whole wide world!

Susan was feeling a bit bashful, because she found that such a very lewd thing to do. Even as she settled back down on his lap, she shyly asked him, "Is that okay with you?"

He nodded eagerly. Oh yeah! Hell yeah! He didn't say that out loud, because he didn't want to appear too eager.

She seemed to steel her courage. "Okay. But keep your hands where they are. And be careful. We don't want to have any naughty accidents."

Fuck me! he thought. That's literally true. The "naughty accident" she's talking about is if my dick happens to slide into her cunt! Oh my God, that's so incredible! I could end up fucking Mom! And even if I don't, Jesus, this is gonna be good!

She was already sitting on his lap, but she slightly repositioned herself to maximize ass-cock contact. She still felt embarrassed to be doing this, so she kept her eyes closed as she started to grind.

From the very beginning, Alan was so aroused that he just about went out of his mind. He was grateful to Suzanne for teaching him about PC muscle control, because he knew that he was going to constantly strain with all his might not to cum.

In terms of tactile stimulation, what Susan was doing wasn't as enjoyable as the de facto handjob she'd been giving him during her "check" on his erection. But the mental aspect of it was off the charts. The mere thought that his gorgeous mother was actually squatting naked on his lap and churning her ass on his boner practically fried his brain. Opening his eyes and seeing her do it, complete with her huge boobs bouncing and swaying in time to her hip movement, was twice as arousing. Then feeling the pleasurable sensations on his wet, stiff pole doubled the thrill yet again.

As if all that wasn't enough, the look of pure, unadulterated lust on his mother's face was about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He knew right away that it was a sight he'd never forget.

Susan was feeling as aroused as she looked. She thought, MMMM! This is SO HOT! God bless Suzanne! (Her thought matched Alan asking God to bless Suzanne just a minute or two earlier.) Why do I ever doubt her? She has SUCH excellent suggestions! I know I must look a sight. If anyone were to see me like this, I would just die. Especially Ron! Oh no, Ron! I sure hope Suzanne is keeping an eye out for him! But I can't stop. I don't want to stop! I've never felt so free and alive! And sexual! I feel like Aphrodite, the goddess of sex!

Oh God, I'm just grinding down on my son's cock! Grinding, grinding, grinding! It's so big! So very BIG! It feels like I'm sitting on a log! Normally, I would never let myself do this, but it's okay because I have to! I promised Suzanne, and Tiger clearly needs it. His cock is just so full of cum! Sweet, creamy, spermy cum! Tiger, you need to squirt it out! MMMM! Shoot your cum out for Mommy!

Susan started out feeling somewhat self-conscious about what she was doing. But the more she churned her hips on her son's cock, the more uninhibited she felt and acted. At first, she kept her eyes closed. Then she opened them, but was careful not to make eye contact with her son. But eventually, after a couple of minutes, she looked right into his eyes and gave him a loving smile.

As she did so, she slowed her hips down and asked him, "So, Son... how are you enjoying this? Does it feel good? Are you thinking about those hotties you saw on the beach?"

He was too far gone to speak coherently. In fact, he was sure that he was going to cum at any moment. But he was determined not to give her the wrong impression about why he was so aroused, so he shouted, "NO!" After more gasping for air, he added, "NO! Screw them! It's YOU! YOU!"

That made her feel warm and tingly inside, on top of the erotic pleasure already coursing through her entire body. If she had any lingering doubts about doing this for him, those loving words banished them. She purred, "Oh, Son!"

Then she fell forward onto him. Her breasts had been in the open air, and she'd been "forced" to hold them most of the time to stop them from bouncing too much during her grinding (although her holding was really more like fondling). But now she pressed them against his T-shirt covered chest, and she happily slid them up and down his body.

Even though she was supposed to be merely arousing him so he could masturbate himself to orgasm up in his room, she sensed that he was about to cum, and that knowledge spurred her on. Her ass kept on gyrating over his boner while she purred, "Look at me, Tiger! You've made me act so very naughty! Such a naughty Mommy! Your naughty, big-titted, ass-grinding mommy. Don't you think so?"

He finally couldn't take any more, and he let go with a strangled cry. He freed his pinned hands from under his ass and brought them to her tremendous rack. He kept on yelling incoherently as his cum shot out like a rocket.

The only problem was where his cum would fire. Had Susan simply kept going, some of it would have splattered against her ass while the rest would have shot through the gap between his legs below her ass and arched far across the dining room. However, she could sense his impeding explosion, and she quickly took action. She scooted back down his thighs, grabbed his stiffness, and pointed it up towards her own body.

She tilted her head way back in erotic ecstasy as his cum shot straight up and splattered on the undersides of her gigantic, bouncing tits. She didn't touch herself in any way with the intention of inducing her own orgasm, but she came hard anyway.

Her screams mingled with his, and then continued on her own, because her orgasm lasted much longer than his did, as female orgasms usually do.

When it was over, he felt completely wrecked. But he'd never felt so sexually satisfied, content, and loved. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her tight.

Her body continued to tremble from time to time, due to orgasmic after-shocks, but eventually she calmed down and just enjoyed his warm embrace. She closed her eyes and basked in their intimacy.

Eventually, with her cheek literally pressed against his, she felt a wetness and realized that tears were leaking from his eyes. She pulled back and looked at him with concern. "Tiger? Is something wrong?"

He smiled at her and wiped his tears away. "Nope! In fact, things have never been so right. It's just that I'm so happy right now. I feel totally overcome and awed by your love. I know that wasn't easy for you to do, from the way you dressed when I came in, to, well, everything else. But you did it anyway, for me, because you love me that much. I feel so... I'm not worthy!"

Her heart was filled with joy from hearing that, just like his was. Her smile was a mile wide. "Son, I'd do anything for you, don't you know that? You and the rest of our family, you're my life! I know you'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

He chuckled as he imagined himself sitting naked on his mother and rubbing his cock all over her perfect body. Uh, yeah! Talk about a no-brainer! Good God, that sounds as much fun as this was! But he just nodded, and said, "Of course. We're a team, aren't we?"

Somehow, her smile grew even bigger. "We are! We stick together and help each other." She grew somewhat more serious. "Mind you, there are certain limits as to how much I can help you with your special problem. I'd like to do more, but I'm a married woman, and you're my son, and there are certain things we just can't do."

She frowned. "The whole point was that I was supposed to get you worked up so you could masturbate to completion, but things got a bit carried away, didn't they?" She couldn't see his cum splatterings, because he'd thoroughly painted only the undersides of her big tits. But, as if searching for proof of her comment, she brought a hand there, ran her fingers through his copious load, and brought her hand up in front of her face for both of them to see.

He said, "That's okay, Mom. What difference does it make if I came here or up in my room? You didn't violate your rules, and you saved me from the sin of Onan. It's all good."

She thought with worry, Well, I don't know about that. If I didn't violate my rules, I sure as heck stretched them beyond all recognition! Especially with that prolonged, uh, abnormality check. Was that strictly necessary? Be honest with yourself, Susan. You're only supposed to do that once a week, on Tuesdays. But at least I did stop myself, twice. So I suppose it's okay. Besides, the main thing is that he had a nice orgasm. The fact that I enjoyed myself and got quite tingly there at the end, well, I suppose that can't be helped sometimes.

She finally said to him, "Well, maybe. I don't know if it's all good. This is definitely not how a married woman should behave, especially with her own son! I'm concerned that this kind of situation could spin out of control, and accidents could happen. So don't expect a repeat performance any time soon. Is that clear?"

He nodded.

Now that Susan was coming down from her erotic high, worry about Ron coming home was in the front of her mind. So she abruptly got off Alan and stood up. "Come on, Tiger. Let's make ourselves presentable. It shames me to say this, but Ron could come home at any time. We don't want him to see us like this! Would you like me to make you lunch?"

He grinned. "Sure thing. Man, you're the best!"

She smiled back, but ruefully. I'm probably TOO good. I really shouldn't have done that. But I did promise Suzanne, and he'll get to make another checkmark on his orgasm chart. No harm done, right? But still, I feel guilty.