6 Times a Day

Two hours later, Alan was awakened by his alarm clock. He felt a lot better than when he'd gone to sleep. He came to full consciousness quickly, excited by the prospect of having more sexual fun with his sexpot mother. There had been nothing she could do to get him aroused during his goodnight kiss and tuck-in, but now his erection jutted out proudly just from the thought that he would be near her soon.

However, he also felt strangely shy about initiating something with her. With Katherine, he had no problem walking into her room naked and waking her by licking her pussy. But he couldn't do that with Susan for some reason. She was still his mother and his authority figure, and her bedroom was a sort of chamber of power and mystery to him, not just an ordinary room.

To his dismay, he found himself putting on pajamas and then knocking on her bedroom door. Why am I such a chicken? he thought as he waited. I know she'll totally want this, so what's my problem? But he couldn't overcome his deeply ingrained rules of parental respect.

He kept knocking softly but insistently until he heard her ask in a bleary voice, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Mom."

"Oh dear! Is there some kind of emergency?!"

He could hear shuffling about, obviously assuming the worst. "No Mom, no emergency at all. I just couldn't get back to sleep and wanted to say hi."

The movement from within stopped and there was a long pause before she said through the door, "Say hi? Is that all?"

"Well, yeah. And my dick wants to say hi, too." He hesitated, then boldly added, "To your mouth!"

Her voice went from grumpy to happy. "Oooh! I see! Hold on. I'll be right there!"

"Actually, could I come in?"

"Okay, but give me a minute, would you? I look like heck, I'm sure. And my breath. Yuck! Make that two minutes!"

He stood there, lightly stroking his erection as he waited. He felt a bit odd wearing his pajamas, especially with his hard-on poking out through the front, but he didn't want to go back and take them off when she could be ready for him at any moment.

Time passed while he was dying of anticipation, as he imagined his beautiful, busty mother running around naked on the other side of the door. He complained even as he lightly stroked himself, "Mom, I'm getting some pretty strong Onanistic urges out here. Please hurry!"

"Oh my goodness! Hold on, Son. Be strong! Wait for your big-titted centerfold mommy! I'm almost done."

He groaned and wondered once again why he held himself back from just going straight into her room as he had with his sister earlier that day.

Finally, she yelled, "Okay! I'm all set. Come on in."

He walked in, expecting to be awed by his mother's bombshell beauty, and he was not disappointed. She'd kept the room dark and seductive, turning on just one dim light by her bedside. She was propped up on her bed, lying on top of the covers, in see-through lingerie designed to make men drool.

He held his breath in awe. Fuck, Mom is stacked! And so hot! Of course I know that already, but it's like every time I see her, I'm still surprised all over again!

But as he walked in, Susan appeared to be the one most eager to drool. She lifted her breasts with both hands and said, "Look, Tiger! These have been feeling lonely for you. They were just thinking how good it would feel to have hard son-cock buried deep between them."

He was too staggered by her wanton display to say anything in return. He was positively giddy, thanks to her smoldering sex appeal and lovable excitability.

As he got closer, she gazed at his erection poking through his pajamas, and said, "Oh my! Just look at all that cocky goodness. Is that all for me?"

He grinned. "All eight inches of it, Mom."

"My oh my! Whatever will I do with all that cock? Bring it over here. And don't tell me that's only eight inches; it's got to be ten at the very least!"

He saw no need to disabuse her of her over-inflated estimate of the length of his erect penis. As he got closer, he removed his own hands from holding his boner, letting her take over immediately with both of hers.

She chastised him, playfully yet seriously, "You did the right thing waking me up. It breaks my heart to see your hands on it, flirting with the sin of Onan. You're just such a terribly cum-filled boy with an unstoppably powerful, oh-so-needy cock! But Mommy's going to make it all better." She pulled him in closer via his stiff rod, stroking it all the while.

He sat up on her bed next to her, but even still she gently pulled him closer. He noticed that she had lubrication of some kind on her hands, so that they slid very easily all over his happily throbbing erection.

She said to him with a serious look of concern, "I don't know what to do! All day I've been looking forward to a repeat of our wonderful titfuck last night, but now that I see your cock all hard like that, I have this overwhelming urge to suck on it!" Her forehead wrinkled because she was deeply torn over the choice.

He suggested, "Why not have your cake and eat it too? Suck on it for a while and then titfuck."

But she complained as she stroked, "You don't understand. Once I have it in my mouth, I can't take it out to save my life until you give up another tasty load. That's just how it is."

So he suggested, "Well, has Aunt Suzy taught you how to lick and titfuck at the same time? It isn't easy, especially with tits as big as yours, but we can make it work if we position ourselves just right."

She gasped incredulously. "NO!"

"Yes!"

"No! Really?! I can have it in my lips and between my breasts at the same time?!"

"Yeah, Mom."

That was just about the best news she'd ever heard, assuming she could manage it. "Oooh! Let's do it! Why doesn't Suzanne tell me these things?! This is - oh! Goodness! It's just too great! It's like finding out chocolate ice cream helps you lose weight AND cures cancer!"

He chuckled happily at her expression of enthusiasm.

Susan propped herself up with pillows until her face was practically smashed into her own cleavage. She was determined to get at his cockhead.

He removed his pajama bottoms while keeping his pajama top on. As he straddled her, he said, "Here, let me help you out of that nightie. It'll just get in the way."

"I suppose you're right," she conceded. "Although I'll bet that's just a thin excuse so you can have your big-titted mommy naked and helpless and forced to serve your cock!"

He smirked. "That's true."

She muttered excitedly as she waited impatiently for him to disrobe her, "I still can't believe this is for real. A titfuck and a cocksuck at the same time? It just seems too good to believe, like finding out that chocolate is better for you than broccoli." (She had a sweet tooth when it came to chocolate.) "Next time I see Suz- ... Wait! What are you doing?" He'd gotten her nightie off, and she could feel he was taking her matching set of panties off as well.

"I'm just taking your clothes off."

"But why do you need to take my panties off, too?" She let her panties slowly slide down her legs, not trying to stop him. In fact, because he was sitting on her, she had to bend her knees and do most of the work getting them off.

She thought, He always somehow manages to get me completely naked, and then has his complete way with my body. He's just too clever and spermy for me to resist!

He said casually, "Mom, I don't think you're in any position to tell me what you can and can't wear."

She exploded lustily, "SO HOT! Say that again, please! You're really TAKING CHARGE of your busty mommy, aren't you?"

He was all smiles as he twirled her panties around a finger until they flew off and landed on the floor.ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N(o)vel(F)ire

Her heart pounded hard. Oh God! He is! He is! I'm delightfully defeated, again!

His erection was already in position between her perfect globes, and she started to slide them all over it. He repeated, "Mom, I don't think you're in any position to tell me what you can and can't wear."

She squealed. "Oh! Shivers! I'm getting shivers everywhere! Son, you're just taking TOTAL CONTROL of my entire body, using me to satisfy your extraordinary lust!"

Her words might have sounded distressing, but her tone made it clear that she thought this was just about the greatest thing in the world. She extended her head forward and tried to lick his cockhead, but without success. Her tits were like bumpers keeping her less than an inch from her personal nirvana.

Encouraged by her comment about him taking "total control" of her "entire body," he reached back from where he was straddling her above her diaphragm and fingered her exposed slit a little bit.

She practically exploded into orgasm. The fact that he was fingering her was arousing enough, but what excited her even more was when she thought, I'm so helpless! My big strong Tiger is sitting on my chest and he can do ANYthing he wants to my pussy - or the rest of me - and I can't stop him! He's in total control of his big-titted mother and he's taking his rightful place as MASTER of this house! He could even fuck my juicy pussy right now and I'd just have to spread my legs and LOVE IT!

She felt a belated twinge of worry when she realized she'd just effectively called him her "master." But then she remembered Suzanne's advice from their conversation earlier in the day and felt relief that Suzanne said that sort of language was just harmless fun.

She moaned with great need, "Please! Pleeeasse!"

He wasn't sure what the 'pleases' referred to. Was it that she wanted him to stop fingering her slit, or was it that she wanted him to start the titfuck?

In truth, even she didn't know what she meant at first. She was deeply conflicted. But after a moment she gathered her resolve and said, "No! Tiger, please! You can't do that!"

He'd been worried she'd say something like that, and he'd already come up with an excuse. As he kept fingering her pussy lips, he said calmly, "But Mom. A titfuck needs to be well-lubricated. My dick isn't all wet like last time. I'm just going to another source of abundant lubrication."

He brought his hand back and sucked some of her secretions into his mouth while he still could. He loved the taste, but he couldn't be sure if that was because it tasted sexy or because she was his mother.

She looked at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. Their titfuck was temporarily forgotten, although he still clutched her tits tightly around his shaft. "But Son! You can't! Please! That's my very special place. That's the one place sons can never go, not even well-hung, virile sons like you." She shivered lustily and muttered to herself, "ESPECIALLY not even well-hung, virile sons like you." She shuddered, teetering on the edge of orgasmic ecstasy.

He couldn't stand to see her like that, so he tried to rectify the situation (but without promising not to touch her there again). "I'm sorry! Really sorry! I didn't realize."

She still frowned, and then exhaled loudly. "That's okay. Just don't try that again, please? Mommy has only a limited ability to resist your cocky prowess. And didn't you realize my big tits are lubed up already? I just covered them in coconut oil, just for you."

Actually, he'd realized that already - the smell of coconut was noticable - but he pretended cluelessness. "Wow! Mom, you're the best!" He bent down and inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh of exaggerated satisfaction.

She giggled, and her facial expression changed to smiles. All seemed well again in the world. "Well then, what are you waiting for? Fuck the shit out of me!"

He found that comment bittersweet, since that wasn't the kind of fucking he most wanted to give her. But it was still divine, so he smiled and tried to scoot closer to her face.

She tentatively tried again to lick him in this new position, and this time was overjoyed to find that her tongue just managed to reach his cockhead. She didn't say anything, because her tongue was fully extended; she just looked up at him and wiggled her eyebrows approvingly.

He slid back and forth a little bit, but not much because that would stymie her licking efforts. He paused and said, "Mom, I love the oiled-up feeling. Cool! But next time, please let me watch you oil them. That would be hot." He slid his hard-on around a bit more, enjoying the lubrication of her slippery tunnel.

She loved that idea; it brought her lusty enthusiasm roaring back. She managed a very affirmative sounding "Mmmm!" Then she reached up, grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, and pulled him forward, smashing his groin into her bouncy rack.

He tended to be a little too gentle with her because he loved and respected her so much. But she didn't have any such hesitation herself. As a result, she was able to get him another vital inch or two closer. That let her tilt her head downward and lick the entire head of his cock, although, to her great frustration, his sweet spot remained just out of reach.

She licked for a minute or two, with ever more urgent, loud "Mmmm!" noises. Oh my God! This is heaven on earth! Feeling his hot, throbbing, sperm-filled shaft between my super sensitive tits is divine enough, but then getting to lick him at the same time is almost too much for me to take! I'm getting dizzy from all this cocky, spermy joy!

He'd been content just to sit there and enjoy her suction, but then she withdrew a bit to rest her neck and exclaimed, "Okay, I'm ready! This is the BEST! Don't sit still; spear me! If you can fuck my tits AND my mouth at the same time, I'll just die of happiness! It's like a two-for-one mommy taming!"

He laughed. "That it is! Let's see how it works. You surprised me! Even Aunt Suzy with her long tongue has had trouble licking all she wanted to lick during a titfuck, but then again she hasn't tried a position like this."

He started thrusting in and out, taking very short strokes of only an inch or so. He wanted to see if he could stroke while she kept at least some of his cockhead in her mouth at all times. When that was successful, he started to increase the length of the strokes another inch or so until she was often in danger of completely losing lip contact with his dick.

He eventually found a good compromise position that allowed them to have what was effectively a simultaneous blowjob and titfuck. There were limitations - for instance, he couldn't just freely plow through her deliciously oiled cleavage with deep, hard strokes, because her tongue couldn't possibly stay in contact the full time. Mostly, he just moved his erection slowly back and forth by no more than an inch, while she slid her soft globes all over his shaft as she also lavished his cockhead with attention using her lips and tongue.

After a few minutes in a nice, steady rhythm, he reached back behind him and let his hand wander until it reached her clit. As soon as he started to tweak that, she let out a loud scream of orgasmic release.

She had a great big cum. She worried about waking up Katherine down the hall, not to mention the Pestridges next door, because she let out such a wail.

As she came down a bit from her great high, she thought, It's so true. My son is the MAN of the house! He comes into my room any time he wants, assaults my body with his relentless huge cock, and makes me scream his name with pure bliss over and over again. It's so wrong, but it's so right! Thank you, Lord, for giving me this tempting body and such a wonderful son, and the whole medical treatment he's had, not to mention inventing titfucking and cocksucking for your humble servants - it's all so good!