6 Times a Day

Suzanne noticed the climax, but pretended that she hadn't. Not giving Susan any chance to recover, she said to her, "Okay, now that that's done, you can ask your question."

"What? Oh... Question?" She was out of it. She'd been swept away in a raging river of lust and still hadn't found her bearings to come back to shore.

Alan was wiped out as well, but he decided he'd better keep the conversation going before Susan fully recovered from what was an obvious orgasm, and possibly slipped back into her prudish mode. He said, "Mom, you were asking me about your outfit. Did I think Ron would like it. Sure. Why wouldn't he like it?"

Flustered and still panting, she asked, "No. I meant, is there anything odd that Ron might notice?"

"Oh. You mean, like the way you're not wearing any underwear?"

Susan gasped in horror. "You noticed?!"

He was surprised Susan could think there was any question in the matter. He started to reply, "Well..." But then he remembered Suzanne's suggestion that he order Susan to take her clothes off. He didn't understand what that was about, but he knew Suzanne's suggestions led to good things. Plus, he was always delighted to see Susan naked, even if he'd just climaxed and his dick at least couldn't respond to it as much as usual.

He didn't have the heart to order her around, but he said, "At least, that's what I'm guessing. But you need to prove it. Why don't you take it all off so we can see if you are or not?"

Susan's hands reflexively flew up to her chest. "You want me to take my clothes off?! All of them?"

Alan looked at Suzanne, who gave him an encouraging nod. He turned back to Susan and grinned. "Yeah." It wasn't exactly an order, but it was about as close to one as the polite Alan could get with his mother.

Susan's hands trembled as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Meanwhile, she said angrily, "I don't know WHAT'S going on around here. Everywhere I look, there's stroking and sucking and nudity. Sinfulness and hard cocks and depravity at every turn! What would my husband think if he could see me now? Answer me that! Are you happy? Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Well, I hope you're happy, because I think I just about have!"

But while she sounded angry, her body told a different story. She was taking her clothes off under duress, but at the same time with enthusiasm. She had a pained and fierce look on her face, but she also had an extra wiggle in her hips, and an extra proud up-thrust to her chest.

After opening her blouse wide to expose her huge tits, she left the blouse on loosely. Then she turned around, pulled her skirt up, and thrust her ass up in the air. Swaying her ass back and forth provocatively, she complained, "Look! I'm not wearing any undies! No panties, no bra. Are you satisfied? Can I end this degrading humiliation now?"

He didn't like to hear words like "degrading humiliation" from his mother and was going to tell her to stop. He completely missed the fact that she was getting off on it.

However, Suzanne was still sitting before him while also watching the spectacle, and she sensed his concerned mood. She immediately grabbed his arm so that he looked at her and she caught his eye. Knowing what he was thinking, she shook her head no.

Then Suzanne spoke for him. "Susan, Sweetie here told you to take your clothes off. I think that was a clear command. And look! I can hardly believe it, but he's hard YET AGAIN! This is the third time in less than an hour! See what you do to him?"

Alan didn't feel like he was commanding anyone to do anything, and he didn't want his mother feeling bad, much less humiliated. So he said encouragingly, "Yeah, Mom. I can't believe it either, but it's true. You make me so stiff, all the time. I love how you're so willing to help me out. Thanks for always being so helpful."

It was true: his dick had gotten stiff again with remarkable speed. Suzanne immediately began stroking it, and even though it felt ultra-sensitive at the moment, he was so incredibly aroused from the entire situation that he didn't care. His dick was quite wet from cum and saliva, and Suzanne made sure to slosh her fingers around so that there was no way Susan could miss the loud, wet sounds or not realize what they meant.

"Well, I'm trying," Susan muttered. She stood back up. She took her blouse the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. That left just her short skirt, which was pulled way up leaving her ass exposed. But now she was facing Alan and Suzanne, and she worried about him being able to see all of her pussy once she took her skirt off. She kept her eyes closed for fear of what she might see.

She thought, Just like Daniel, I'm smack dab in the middle of the lion's den! Dear Lord, please give me strength and tell me that's not the sound of Suzanne jacking him off? Oh, but it is! It is! He's just so VIRILE!

She bashfully turned her head away, even though her eyes were already closed. She was painfully aware that she'd pulled her skirt down enough for her bush to be peeking above the top. She asking quietly, "Um, do I have to take this off too?"

Suzanne hoped Alan would be decisive and tell Susan that she had no choice, but he didn't say anything. So Suzanne attempted to compensate for his timidity by saying, "When he ordered you to take all your clothes off, did he make a special exception for your skirt? No! Obey your son!"

Susan pulled it down a couple more inches, until her clit came into view. She was blushing as she said, "Are you sure? This covers up a very sensitive area. It would be terribly improper to let my own son see me there."

Suzanne replied, "Don't worry, he's only going to look, not touch."

Susan reluctantly pulled her skirt down a couple more inches, exposing the pink of her pussy lips. Her arms were pressing in tightly, inadvertently causing her big tits to push together and spill forward.

Alan gasped loudly, because just as he was gawking at his mother's newly exposed (and very wet) pussy, Suzanne unexpectedly bent over and took his revived erection in her mouth.

Susan had just decided to get things over with as quickly as possible, so she'd suddenly bent over and pulled her skirt down to her ankles. Unconsciously, she had lingered in that position and even wiggled her hips as she thought about how fat and hard her son's cock would feel sliding through her lips. Hearing Alan gasp brought a smile to her face and a tingle to her pussy, because she assumed that his gasp was in reaction to her sexy display.

But then Alan yelled "OH GOD! JESUS H. CHRIST!"

His voice sounded so impassioned and agonized that Susan was fairly sure it signaled he was cumming. Stepping free of her skirt, she immediately stood back up and opened her eyes to find out what was happening.

She complained, "AGAIN?! SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! Don't you ever take that thing out of your mouth? Please, some dignity! Spare me!" But she was so aroused by what she was seeing that she writhed in place in a very titillating manner. She even had to rest an arm under her rack, her big boobs were bouncing around so much.

Suzanne was just starting to hit a good bobbing rhythm, but she immediately stopped and pulled off. "'Spare me,' you said? Okay, I'll spare this load for you. It's only fair since I had the last two. Tiger, do you want your mother to finish sucking your cock?"

"Do I ever! Sweetness! Thanks, Mom! You're the best."

Susan stood there naked but for her high heels, now with both arms crossed under her chest in another unconsciously boob-boosting pose. She was trying to be angry, but she was too aroused to do it very well. "Now hold on a minute. You know I can't do that. I'm a married woman! My husband could be home any minute! Oh my goodness, he really could! Suzanne, when is he supposed to be back?"

"You told me not until dinner," Suzanne answered. "You have time for a nice long suck." She stroked Alan's erection with one hand while occasionally licking it with her freakishly long tongue, but at the same time she was pointing it directly at Susan and offering it to her.

Susan exclaimed with indignation, "Suzanne, I forbid this behavior in this house! I forbid it!" But even as she said this, she felt her pussy tingle more urgently. In fact, her whole body tingled with extreme arousal, and her nipples in particular demanded to be squeezed and sucked.

She was filled with the desire to throw caution to the wind and fling herself across the room so she could wrap her lips around her son's proud rod. This is the most depraved and sinful sight I've ever seen in my life! Oh God! Oh God! Look at her tongue slobber all over his sweet spot! Mmmm! MMMM! Oh, please! I need to kneel between my son's legs and suck on his big log, just so I won't have to see Suzanne do it! In fact, it's best if I give him a long and loving suck, so... uh, so we can finish here, and, uh, go back to doing normal, proper things! MMMM! But I can't! What if Ron comes home and sees?!

Suzanne still had a few gobs of cum on her face from Alan's first climax, and a lot more from his second climax. Now that Susan was staring at Suzanne (since her face was still inches from the top of Alan's dick and in fact was either licking or blowing lightly on the very top of his cockhead), she was electrified by seeing all that dripping cum. She wanted to be painted just like that with her son's cum. And if she couldn't have that, at the very least she had the urge to help Suzanne lick the cum off her face. She ran her own hands over her own face, as if feeling for cum gobs there.

Susan thought, It feels so good to be naked in front of my son. Wearing nothing but heels. Suzanne is so right about those; they lift up my ass and make me feel extra sexy. But I really won't feel right until I have his cum in my tummy and more on my face! Then my cutie Tiger will know for sure that I'm his and only his. Wow! Look what she's doing with her tongue! It's like watching a giraffe pull leaves from a tree! It's not human. But it's SO HOT!

Suzanne changed Susan's meaning by correcting, "So basically, you're saying no cocksucking his big, delicious erection in front of you when your husband is in danger of coming home. Fair enough. I can agree to that."

Seeing the hungry look in Susan's eyes, she added, "But what are we going to do about all this cum? As you know, really the only way to get rid of his cum is to eat it. He keeps filling my mouth to the brim. I've got so much cum in my tummy that I feel full. Would you like to take care of the leftovers on my face? I feel greedy eating all of it." She stood up, scooped a big gob of cum off her cheek, and presented the gob-soaked finger to Susan, just as she'd done earlier.

"Um... No... Yummy... No... I really shouldn't..." Susan blushed a deep red and closed her eyes in embarrassment. She covered her pussy with her hands, and was shocked to feel how wet and swampy she was down there. Her labia pulsed in time to her heartbeat.

"Okay then. More for me!" Suzanne laughed with glee, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She swiped another gob into her mouth and acted so delighted at the taste that it looked like a huge orgasm had hit her.

Susan stared back and forth between Alan's stiff erection (still being held and lightly stroked) and Suzanne's cum-soaked face. With her hands over her pussy, her big urge was to finger herself and reach the next climax that she felt was so close at hand.

But with her last shreds of willpower, she wordlessly opened the door and staggered off to her bedroom. She was almost too weak in the knees to walk, and the hallway seemed to shift around on its own as if she were drunk.

She finally made it to her room, slammed the door shut, and fell to the ground. With a loud cry that Alan and Suzanne could easily hear, she plunged three fingers into her hot box and got the orgasmic satisfaction she so desperately needed.

Then she got up to cool herself off with a cold shower. As her orgasmic high faded, feelings of shame and humiliation welled up. She realized with embarrassment that she'd left her blouse and skirt on the floor of Alan's bedroom, and prayed that Suzanne would take care of that before Ron found them. She was too frightened to go back to that room, for fear of losing control.

After Susan left, Suzanne was all smiles. She licked her way all around the head of Alan's dick a couple of times, looking up into his eyes. "Good job, Sweetie. That went just as I'd hoped. Now we've got all these inches of cock to take care of. So very many inches of mouth-watering fuck-meat! Whatever will I do with them?"

Showing remarkable agility, she wrapped her long tongue halfway around his shaft and stroked it up and down, just like it was a finger.

He groaned and sighed contentedly as Suzanne unleashed her incredible oral talents on him. He was a little frustrated that she didn't allow him to touch her big tits while she was doing him, but other than that, life was great.

A minute later, he shot his load onto Suzanne's face. As he did so, he made sure to scream as loudly as he could. He rarely did that, but he'd seen that his door was still partly open and he figured Susan would be able to hear him from her bedroom down the hall.

She did. She was lying naked on her bed, masturbating furiously when she heard his orgasmic cry. It was faint, since she'd closed her door, but it was audible. Oh! Oh! Tiger! That's it, Son! Shoot a creamy load on Suzanne's face and tits! Show her who's who and what's what! Oh yes! Mmmm! Put her in her place, like you're putting me in mine! MMMM! God, it's so good!

When Suzanne had squeezed the last drop of cum from Alan's prick, she got up quickly. "Sorry, Sweetie. I hate to suck and run, but I've got something to show someone."

He was woozy from extreme sexual satiety, but he managed to say, "You wouldn't."

"I would!" She winked saucily.

He gasped between pants, "Your face... It's... it's covered!"

"I know!" She stepped to where he had a mirror on a wall, and looked at herself. "Aaaah, would you look at that? The better part of three cummy loads. Susan will love this!"

Shaking himself free of his post-orgasmic daze, he said, "Aunt Suzy, sometimes you push too hard. Give my mom a break, please. You've got her hot as an oven already; anything more will be overkill."

Suzanne replied, "But if I push her harder, she'll get over her indecisiveness that much quicker, which in turn will cure her profound unhappiness that much sooner."

"Maybe, maybe not. I think she needs a break."

"Okay. For you, Sweetie. Maybe you have a point."

So Suzanne went to the bathroom across the hall to wash herself clean, then left without seeing Susan again. But she was extremely disappointed that she'd passed on the opportunity. Maybe it was a mistake to let Sweetie in on my plans. He's just such a kind and loving softy. But one never gets anywhere without pushing people out of their comfort zone. I think it's better if I don't tell him much in advance and instead just surprise him. He'll probably enjoy things more that way anyway.

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