6 Times a Day

Unfortunately, Alan still hadn't cum, but Susan had to rest her neck and recover for a bit after her powerful climax.

She'd let go of her breasts while she was resting, so he took advantage and gleefully caressed her massive orbs with both hands.

She didn't mind that at all, even though it was technically against the rules. However, the way he'd been playing with her pussy up to and through her climax greatly distressed her.

Once she'd regained her breath, she complained, "Tiger, what did I tell you? You can't touch me down there! What's your excuse this time?"

She sounded upset, but he could tell she wasn't really upset, because when she was she never called him "Tiger."

He lightly grazed his fingertips over her bosomy curves as he said, "I totally wasn't going to do that, but I knew you hadn't cum in a while and I figured just a little touch there would set you off with a nice cum."

"Well, thank you, I suppose, but you can't make a habit of that. I know I've talked a big talk about giving my body to you, but in all seriousness, that's a no-touch zone. You make me too horny. If you keep doing that, I just know I'll wind up on my back with my legs wrapped around you and your big cock diving deep into my... Well, never you mind about that; just don't do it! Besides, if you want to make me cum, just play with my nipples for a couple of minutes."

He dropped his head and tried to look contrite, but avoided making any actual promises. Within seconds, he started fondling both of her nipples at the same time. His hands had been mere inches away anyway.

She felt thrills run up and down her spine. Dear Lord! Too intense! He's turning me into his tit slave!

Oh God! So hot! He's not content to just use me anytime he desires as one of his personal cocksuckers; he's going to make me his devoted, obedient tit slave as well!

After revealing her phrase 'tit slave' to Suzanne, she'd promised herself never to use it again. She realized that she just couldn't help it, especially when he was playing with her nipples. She didn't even know what she meant by the phrase; she just knew that those words excited her powerfully, somehow seeming more "sinful" than almost anything else she could think of.

As her tongue reached out again for the head of his cock, she pouted, "No fair! You're just too good. You've totally taken control of my mouth AND my tits, and you haven't even cum yet!"

He smirked happily. "Sorry, Mom."

She brought her hands back to her tremendous rack and tightly squeezed his boner with her round tits. "I'll bet you are. But don't you DARE jack off in the middle of night and spill your seed, do you hear me? If you wake up and have any arousing thoughts whatsoever, you're to march in here and shove your lovely pole deep down my throat or into my cleavage, or both at once again, and play with your naughty mommy until you get release! That's an order!"

"Yes, Mom," he said with exaggerated tiredness, as if he was put out by such an "order." He resumed slowly sliding his shaft back and forth between his mother's giant orbs, now that she was again using her hands to press them in from the sides.

She continued to "order" him, "Or, if you must, I suppose you can also unload in your sister's mouth in the middle of the night. After all, you're the man of the house now and you have great needs, and Suzanne keeps telling me that variety is very important for you. So of course the choice is yours. But I'd rather you choose me since she needs her sleep for school. Whereas you could fuck my mouth all night long and I can always take a nap the next day."

He teased, "That's very selfless of you."

Busted, she smiled naughtily. "Yeah, well, it doesn't hurt that it feels so damned fantastic! Enough of the holding back and small talk. Let's see you just OWN my tits by fucking them as hard as you did last night! Remind your mommy that resistance is useless, that she has no choice but to SERVE her studly son with her big hooters and hungry red lips! Prove to her again and again that she has to swallow every last drop of your spermy goodness whenever your balls need draining!"

He loved the titfuck/blowjob combo, but as his arousal grew, he desired something more proactive and vigorous. He spent the next ten minutes treating his mother's tits the same way that he'd earlier treated Heather's twat in the school parking lot. He plowed her chest so hard and fast that her tongue and lips couldn't really join in the fun. He only had to pause or slow down a couple of times to gather his energy for another burst of action.

But she didn't mind at all. Her breasts were so sensitive and easily aroused that she practically forgot her own name as her entire world centered on pleasuring the thick pole squeezed tightly in her cleavage.

When his stamina finally flagged and his thrusting slowed, she lurched forward and licked his most sensitive spot in such a delightful way that he immediately blew his load all over her face.The source of this content is No(v)elFire.net

And a face painting it most definitely was. He fired his first rope from less than an inch away. After that, he pulled back a bit and liberally coated her forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and neck. She had to wipe her eye sockets clean before she dared even open her eyes again.

That delighted her to no end. She wished she'd had a camera or at least a mirror by her bed, just so she could admire his "painting job." She could have easily gotten a mirror, or even a camera with a bit more effort, but she didn't want to disturb him by doing so.

After they'd finished and rested a bit, she got out from under him and had him lie where she had been. Then she climbed on top of him, with her pussy directly above his face and her big tits squishing against his lower abdomen.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he stared up into her dripping pussy lips.

She said proudly, "Mommy's a full service cocksucker and titfuckee. And that means your cock and balls need an exceptionally thorough tongue cleaning."

He groaned in lusty anticipation. He looked up and saw some pussy juice threatening to drip directly onto his face. Man, Mom is practically torturing me here. Why'd she have to pick THIS tempting position?

The "torture" went on for quite a while. She mostly focused on licking his balls, since she could tell he got a lot of pleasure from that, even when his dick was flaccid. She liked to kiss them and roll each ball sac around in her mouth too. At the same time, her pussy was constantly shifting in position a few inches above his face. A couple of times, it even briefly rested directly on his face.

That finally made him say, "Mom, I've gotta give fair warning. If you rest your pussy on my face one more time, and my tongue is in range, I'm gonna lick everything I can reach!"

Her voice sounded more delighted than concerned. "Oh dear! I'd better be more careful then. I should hurry up too. It's just that your balls are so big and they demand so much licking. They must be full with all those billions of little spermies eager to get to where they belong: on my face or tits!"

He groaned. Oh man! Better yet, what about in your hot cunt? How many sons would be this respectful of your proclaimed desire not to get fucked? It's like you're trying to push me over the edge. The horny smell of your pussy is enough to make me too fuck-mad to think!

It took her about five minutes to finish polishing his balls. Then she sat up on the bed next to where he lay, revealing that her face was still dripping with his cum. "Goodness! That's was just great. I can't wait to tell Suzanne tomorrow. She'll be so envious. Do you take total control of her tits like that? Silly me, I'm sure you do. How does she like it? No, wait, don't tell me; I want to hear it straight from her own cocksucking lips tomorrow."

He just grinned at his mother's enthusiasm.

She let out a few weary breaths as she lay down on the bed next to him. "Phew! I'm so sweaty and bedraggled and ... well, thoroughly fucked. I really ought to take a shower before I go back to sleep, but I just can't muster the energy."

He let out a long yawn. "Phew! I'm too pooped too. I'm just gonna go back to sleep too. We can shower in the morning. By the way, Mom, crazy thought: what if I just fell asleep right here?"

She bit her lower lip. "You know I'd love that, in theory. But I'm afraid we can't. Bodies move in the night. You might even wake up with your big cock deeply impaled in places it can't be before you realize it. Sorry, but remember, we can't ever cross that boundary, even by accident." To which she added mentally, especially by accident. That would be impossible to undo.

"Shucks. It would be so nice to sleep in your arms. ... Well, goodnight. I really love you."

"I really love you too, Son."

Alan thought about the Freudian implications of sleeping in his mother's bed. Despite everything we've done, somehow physically replacing my father in her bed would be a way huge step. The symbolism is pretty mind-blowing, actually. It almost takes my breath away, just thinking about it. It's like Mom would be my wife. Or if I slept with Sis all the time, then Sis would be my wife. Hell, what if I took turns sleeping in their beds so they were both my wives? Sweetness!

I guess I'll just have to be content with all I've got - at least for now.

He got up to walk away, but then he looked back and pointed to his own face, using it as a mirror for her own. "Mom, you've got something on your face here. And here. And here, and here, and here." He grinned as he kept pointing all over his face. "In fact, I think it's safe to say that your face is pretty well covered in my cum. Aren't you going to wash up before you go back to sleep?"

It seemed that comment relit her fiery lust. She shot him a passionate "come hither" look as she replied, "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe Mommy needs a sticky reminder of her proper place around here. Don't worry about me. Just remember that if you wake up and your cock is feeling at all twitchy, Mommy's mouth and tits will be waiting for you."

He shook his head in amazement at his good luck, finally staggering back to his room with his pajama bottoms in his hands.