6 Times a Day

Later that evening, Susan sat alone in her room and thought about Alan's problem as Suzanne had explained it that morning. She felt like she had to do something to help, but she also worried about going too far.

About an hour after that, she called for Alan, making sure it was at a time when her husband was out of the house. "Tiger? Could you come here for a moment, please?"

Alan heard the call down the hallway and walked in. Since his mother had been dressing in nothing but her old, conservative clothes for the past five days, he was rather surprised to find her on her bed, dressed in a maroon bathrobe that exposed more than a little bit of cleavage.

In fact, right before Alan had walked in, Susan had carefully arranged the robe to show everything right up to the edges of her nipples. She knew it was a violation of her rules, but figured such sights might help ease his suffering a little.

Alan's dick got hard in a heartbeat. The cleavage she was showing off was simply awe-inspiring, especially since he could see nearly all of both her nipples, due to the way her robe was slightly opening even further.

"Tiger, can you sit here for a minute? I have something to discuss."

Alan sat on the bed next to her, and tried his best to hide his suddenly raging erection.

"What is it, Mom? Is there something you'd like to get off your chest?" He belatedly realized that wasn't exactly the best choice of words at the moment. Her dramatically exposed chest made it extremely hard for him to maintain eye contact.

She held his hand, and asked him, "How are things coming along with your... problem... now that you don't have anyone to help you?"

Alan absolutely hated to lie to his mother. But with the sight of her huge tits jiggling not far from his face, he was tempted. Luckily, he realized that he could take advantage of his rather poor performance in the afternoon and leave the impression Suzanne would want him to leave without lying overtly. "Gosh, Mom, it's tough sometimes. You know how Amy and Sis were teasing me a little while ago?"

Susan nodded. She lightly stroked his hand.

Even that gesture aroused him greatly, because it seemed to mimic how she'd stroked his hard-on before she'd rediscovered her prudishness again. He had to compose himself before he could reply. "Well, even seeing Amy open up her top didn't do it for me. I went back to my room and... didn't do anything! I just wrote some e-mails. And Aunt Suzy wanted to help earlier, but I practically embarrassed myself with such a disappointing response. You have no idea how tough it is sometimes."

He added, still mostly honestly, "The longer I do this, the more I realize that six times a day is nearly inhuman, over the long term. I don't know how long I can keep doing things like this. I mean, if I slack off one day and climax 'only' two times, then the next day I'd have to cum TEN times to make up for it. TEN! I really don't even know if cumming so much is humanly possible. It's such a totally weird medical treatment."

"That's what I feared," she said with great concern. "It's very hard for you, isn't it? So very hard." As she spoke, she stared right at his lewd bulge with obvious lusty desire.

Alan gulped. He figured that she didn't consciously realize the double meaning in the way she was talking about things being "very hard" for him. He also doubted she consciously realized the provocative way her fingers were stroking his hand, just like it was a substitute penis. But he certainly realized all that, and more, such as the way her robe was slowly slipping down her shoulders.

She finally managed to resume eye contact with him. "After your father leaves, I promise that we'll reevaluate the situation, okay? Maybe I can help more... with visual stimulation." Her gaze went back to his straining erection. "Plus, then you'll be able to get Suzanne's help more often. So hold out until then."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll try. I hate to say this, but I'm counting the days until he's gone. If it weren't for small kindnesses, like what Amy did after dinner, I wouldn't have made it this far."

She just nodded. "I know. I'm so sorry... I'm sure it's not easy for a virile, energetic, well endowed young man such as yourself." She licked her lips hungrily as she spoke to his crotch. "That's why I let you all have fun teasing each other and didn't put up a big stink. Too bad Suzanne is so protective of Amy or maybe she could directly help you out too."

He pushed his luck, and said boldly, "That would be nice, but I know who I'd like to help the most of all."

She let go of his hand and turned away, both embarrassed and tickled pink. Oh my goodness! If only! Tiger, if only! There's so much I would do with your big dick, Son. I feel like I was just getting warmed up on Tuesday. Gaawwwd! I'd take your fat knob, cram it in my mouth, and SUCK! Good Lord, I'd suck it so much! So long! So deep! Naked and kneeling, like a big-titted mommy should be!

Her thoughts were making her chest heaving up and down a little bit, and that movement in turn caused her robe to slide off her shoulders. She pulled the fabric back up, but only just enough so the robe hung precariously on her. "I wish I could do more, but... I get so confused... There are other things to consider, like, what would Ron think? Okay, that's all I wanted to ask." But she looked like she was lost in deep thought.

Alan got up to go. He tried his best to hide his raging hard-on as he did so, but there wasn't much he could do, because putting his hands over his crotch would only draw more attention to that area. "By the way, Mom, just seeing you in this robe will give me a lot of stimulation help. That should last for the next few days. Thanks."

She looked up at him and smiled a wide smile. Her eyes lingered at the bulge in his crotch some more, and she found herself salivating. She stood up too, and that caused her robe to slide off both shouldered again. She reluctantly pulled it back into place, more or less, while still leaving her nipples uncovered. She met his eyes, and said, "This darn robe. It has such trouble staying closed." She made a pretense at closing it, but ended up leaving it just as open as before, if not more so.

They both smiled at the charade.

She said, "Don't think this changes anything, Tiger, but sometimes my morals have to make compromises to help you out. I'll try to help with the visual stimulation a little bit here and there, if Ron isn't home. I only hope it's worth it, for your health."

She openly gawked at his bulge as she thought, I'm going to help him, that's for sure! I'll strut around in front of him in sexy clothes, or no clothes at all! Then his penis will get so very thick and full of cum! MMMM! And then, then... he'll squirt it all out! If only Ron wasn't here. If only I wasn't his mother. I'd help him out right now... with my mouth!

"You're the best, Mom!" He started to turn to leave, but then he gathered his courage and asked, "By the way, speaking about sexual things, how are things going between you and Ron these days on that front?"

"Alan!" she exclaimed indignantly. "I don't think that's the kind of question a son should ask his mother!"

He dropped his head. "Sorry, it's just that..." His voice trailed off.

"What?"

"Oh, it's nothing. You said I shouldn't talk about this kind of stuff, so never mind."

"Yes, but you can't leave me hanging like that." She found herself staring at his bulge again, until she forced herself to look away.

With his head still bowed, he said, "Well, when I think about you and him doing those things together, I kind of... Well, I kind of lose my inspiration. You know, to do my thing." That was true - such thoughts certainly were an erection killer for him. "I know it's weird, but I thought you should know that's something that is making my treatment more difficult to carry out."

"Oh. Hmmm. That does sound bad... Well, do the best you can, given the circumstances. You know what I say: there's nothing you can't do, if you put your mind to it." She smiled at him proudly.

He looked up and smiled back. "Thanks. You're the best." But his happiness was forced, because her comment wasn't exactly the reply he was looking for. He'd been hoping she'd promise not to be intimate with Ron until Ron left town again. But he realized he was pushing his luck with that idea, and he might scare her off if he pushed that too explicitly. Besides, he was treading on some weird Freudian territory, and that made him uncomfortable.

He finally turned and left the room, making a beeline to his bedroom where he stripped off his clothes and beat his meat once again.

Susan was upset with herself, because she failed to bring up what she really wanted to talk to him about: tomorrow would be another Tuesday, the day he was supposed to have a penis "abnormality check" again. She didn't know what to do about it, especially since Suzanne insisted that it was something only Susan or Akami could do.

He thinks about me when he masturbates. He did last night. Suzanne says thoughts of my body and especially my breasts arouse him when nothing else can. But it works both ways. Why does the idea of him thinking about me make ME so horny? It's wrong. Wrong! I can't touch him when my husband is here, not even a little bit! I'll just have to be strong and say no. I have no choice but to turn to Suzanne in my hour of need. She'll be able to do the check for me, I'm sure.

She slipped her robe off altogether and decided to take a shower. She wasn't really in need of a shower, but it was a good excuse for her to thoroughly "wash" her private parts until she got a big "tingle."

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