6 Times a Day

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Times like this served as training sessions for Alan to improve his PC muscle control. He kept rhythmically squeezing that muscle so often that he didn't even have to consciously think about it after a while.

But doing that was tiring, and he knew that he was rapidly reaching a point where he would either have to take a serious break or give up his cum load. He figured it was a holiday and he had a lot of free time to enjoy, so he pulled off. He went to a nearby sofa and sat down.

Susan was thinking along similar lines. Nobody else is here. Not Angel, not Suzanne, not even Amy. This is my chance to shine! I can love and worship his cock for an hour or more. Maybe even two or three hours, non-stop! Who knows?! I can practice all my moves and really impress him. And there are so many moves to practice: the Candy Cane Stripes, the Reverse Candy Cane, the Lollipop, the Mommy Choker, the Ice Cream Cone, the Teeth Scraper, the Second Snatch - oh my goodness! And that's just for starters. So many! And it seems I love each one more than the last, because they all make my darling boy throb and moan with pleasure!

She understood he needed a break, so she made sure not to touch his privates. But she sat on the sofa next to him and cuddled up to him with her great tits pressing into his chest. Actually, it was more like she was sitting on him. She kissed his cheek and nibbled his earlobe.

"So, Tiger, tell me... How did it go with you and Christine?"

"Good. Very good. But Mom, you asked me if I'd started 'taming' her. You need to understand there's no such thing as 'taming' a person. At least not someone like her. Besides, I don't even want to get sexually intimate with her."

Susan frowned. "So why did you go to the beach with her?"

"Because we're good friends, and we're getting to be better friends. We had a really good talk about meaningful things. I'm glad how it went. It kind of took our friendship to the next level. But, that said, she does look like she does. I can't deny that she's a total goddess! And, if we're at the beach and she's wearing a nice bathing suit, I certainly can appreciate that, can't I?"

Susan grinned knowingly. "You can!" She thought, He says he wants to be 'just friends.' And maybe he even thinks he means it. But I can see the fire in his eyes whenever she's so much as mentioned. He's got a special sexual talent, there's no denying it. Once he realizes his power, he'll seduce her and add her to his stable of big-titted beauties. I don't mind, since he obviously has strong feelings for her and she sounds like a lovely girl. Until then, I'll try not to push him on it.

She asked, "So what did she wear?"

His penis had actually just gone flaccid, despite his curvy mother being all over him, due to its sheer exhaustion. But as he pictured Christine in her bathing suit while forming a response, his penis immediately shot up to a fully erect state.

She pointedly stared at that, and said, "It must have been something nice!" She giggled.

Knowing he was busted, he just grinned impishly. "Yeah, well... like I said, there's no harm in looking, is there?" He couldn't stop thinking of the way Christine had applied the suntan lotion to her deep cleavage.

"Definitely not!" Susan ran her fingers up his newly revived shaft, but then she let go when she remembered his need to take a break. "Anyway, so how did she look already?"

He sighed in fond memory. "She wore a one-piece bathing suit, which was a bummer. I was hoping she'd wear a bikini. But she still looking totally smoking, and it showed off a ton of cleavage. I even got to put suntan lotion all over her back, twice, which was really nice. I have to admit that I fantasized about fucking her tits there at the beach, kind of a lot. Driving home, all I could think about was fucking YOUR tits as soon as I got through the door. But you surprised me with that towel, and then you sucked me so good that it was too amazing to stop."

Susan had an idea. She kissed and licked his face a little bit, and then got up. "Stay right there, okay? I'll be back in a minute."

"I'm not going anywhere." He turned and watched her bare ass cheeks undulate as she walked out of the room and then up the stairs. That reminded him of getting to watch Christine's ass swishing and swaying from right behind her. Needless to say, that didn't help his erection go down.

But Susan was gone for several minutes. He managed to close his eyes and let his mind go blank, allowing him and his penis to have a true rest.

Susan came back downstairs holding a bag, with a bathrobe covering her body. She even had the robe tightly closed. She wore prescription sunglasses instead of her usual glasses too. She walked right through the living room where her son was resting. As she went by, click-clacking in her high heels, she said to him, "I'll meet you in the backyard. You might want to wear some sunglasses. Oh, and put your bathing suit back on, please."

He was confused but intrigued. He sat up and watched her walk on by. But he asked, "Should I shower first? I forgot about that when I came in, but I'm still sandy from the beach."

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Alan walked to the backyard with his T-shirt, swimsuit, and sunglasses on a couple of minutes later. His penis was starting to engorge again because he had a good feeling his mother Susan had something very fun planned.

He found her lying on a towel on the ground near the pool, with her robe put aside. There was another towel laid out next to her that was obviously for him. This was curious and unusual, since there were comfortable lounge chairs scattered all around.

But what really took his breath away was the bright blue bathing suit she wore. There were just two thin strips of fabric that rose from her pussy mouth, covered her nipples and not more, went over her shoulders, and then turned into a single strap of fabric going down the middle of her ass right between her butt cheeks. She still wore high heels and sunglasses too.

She stood up and posed for him. She slowly turned around, and then struck another sexy pose. "You like? It's on loan from Suzanne, though I've never seen her wear it. I remember she said it's a slingshot-style bathing suit, because the fabric curves from my hip up over my breasts in a slingshot shape. Then there's just a little bit of fabric connecting from the top of my hips down to my... well, my you-know-what."

"Your pussy," he pointed out. He loved that his mother had turned into a cocksucking fiend, yet she still got embarrassed over saying words like "vagina" or "pussy." Somehow she retained her fundamental innocence and goodness no matter how sexually enthusiastic she got.

She nodded. She was blushing slightly, not because of any words, but because of her outrageously erotic bathing suit. Once she'd made another 360, she sat down and said, "Come. Sit. And remember that I'm no longer Susan Plummer. I'm Christine Anderssen! We're sitting at the beach together. Right?"

Alan shook his head in amazement at that idea. "Wow! Mom, you're too cool! You just gave me an amazing, amazing blowjob. That must have tired you out. You spoil me. It's too much!"

She stared defiantly and pointed at the unoccupied towel until he sat his ass on it. Then she said, "Let ME be the judge of that, please." She looked away shyly. "The truth is, I'm not doing this simply to help you out. I enjoy it a lot too. Okay? In fact, I totally love it. So don't question it. Please?"

He smiled from ear to ear. "How can I say no to you? You're the greatest!"

She smiled back. "No, Susan is the greatest." She giggled at that self-reference. "I'm Christine, remember?"

She suddenly took his hand and held it. Her demeanor changed and she got serious, attempting to become 'Christine.' "Alan. I have something to confess."

He tried to get in a serious mood to fit the role-play, but he was too happy to stop smiling. "Yes?"

"I know... I know you want to be just friends. We've talked about some important stuff today, and I feel like I've really gotten to know you better. Our friendship is stronger than ever, don't you think?"

He nodded. His cock was practically ready to bust through his tight swimsuit, because he knew this was going to get good, very good.

She continued, "That said, I... Well... I have feelings for you! I want to be more than just a friend!"

He was even more amazed. He'd had no idea she could act this well. She didn't sound like Christine, per se, since she didn't know much about her beyond the basic facts. But she came across so earnest and emotional that it was totally convincing that she was confessing her love.

She let go of her hand and gestured at her chest. "Look at this bathing suit, this slingshot suit. It's embarrassing, if not downright humiliating. Nobody would get caught dead in public in one. But I'm wearing it to the beach for you. Because I want you to want me. I know that God blessed me with these..."

She clutched at her big breasts from below with both hands, and hefted them up and down slightly. "And I know that you're a 'tit man.' Don't I tempt you, at least a little bit?"

He replied, "You do. You definitely do! You're gorgeous all over! But that's not the problem. It's that I really enjoy our friendship, and I don't want to risk that. What if we tried dating and it didn't work out? Could we stay friends? Besides, you know that I have some other girls that I'm involved with, and I'm not willing to give them up. I don't think you'd put up with that for long."

That wasn't exactly what he would have said to the real Christine, since he wanted to keep things short and simple with Susan. But his words hit some of the genuine issues he had.

She continued to hold and even slightly fondle her breasts with both hands, "I don't mind those other girls." She stared wantonly at the bulge in his swimsuit. "I understand you're a very handsome and virile young man. All the girls want you, because you give them just what they want. What they need! It's all over school, what you do to them, how you make them scream." She licked her lips hungrily as she kept on clutching her tits and staring at his crotch.

She finally looked back up at his face. "A guy like you can't be satisfied with just one girl. I get it." She looked away with convincing embarrassment. "I want you to do to me what you're doing to them!"

"But Christine! That would ruin our friendship."

Susan gave him a mysterious look. "Well, we'll see about that." Then she suddenly switched her demeanor. "Think about my offer. Now, on a totally different note, my skin is very fair, and the sun is hot. Can you help me put some sunscreen on?"

"Sure." He noticed that she'd brought out some coconut-scented sunscreen. He picked up the bottle and waited for her to turn her back to him.

But she laid face up on her towel instead. She stretched her hands up above her head, which did wonderful things to her round melons. "You can get to my back later. I need help with my front side first." She brought her hands back to her chest and pushed her tits tightly together, creating a line between them. "Especially here."

Alan was staggered. He knew both Susan and Christine far too well to confuse one for the other. But he was suspending disbelief and getting into the idea that he really was sitting with Christine. Susan didn't talk like Christine did, but she was taking the few tidbits she knew about his beach visit today and was turning them into an irresistible fantasy.

Seeing that he was just sitting there dumbly, she brought a hand to her tummy and patted herself. "Why don't you sit here? Get comfy. This could take a while." She spoke in an erotic moan as she pressed her tits together some more. "My breasts are so fair! They really need a lot of attention!"

He mumbled as he straddled her midsection, "Like... like an official breast inspection."

"Exactly! Please give them a good inspection as you cover them thoroughly. I don't mind. You're not like other guys. I trust that you'll take good care of me." She was still speaking in a remarkably sensual tone of voice.

Alan was so exhilarated that his hands were shaking. He squirted some lotion into his hands, rubbed them together, and then placed them on her massive globes. Oh God! What if Christine really let me do this?! Oh man! Too much! My heart is going to burst!

Susan moaned like she'd just had an orgasm. "Oh! YES! Like that!"

He started spreading the lotion out and massaging it into her skin. Strangely, he found himself relaxing as he did that, and his hands soon stopped shaking. It was like he felt his hands belonged there somehow.

The straps to Susan's slingshot suit were barely clinging to her breasts in the first place, and in less than a minute they were pushed to the side, all the way off her huge peaks.

He happily squeezed more lotion onto his hands, and worked on covering every inch of her incredible G-cups. Mom is so cool! This is the best role-play ever! If only this could happen with the real Christine, but it's happening now, and that's still pretty great! Mom may actually be even more beautiful than Christine, if such a thing is possible, and she definitely is more stacked! They're both so gorgeous that you can't compare. But still, I love this!

Susan said, "Tig-, er, I mean, Alan, I love what you're doing to me! I know you say you want to stay just friends, but what if we become 'breast friends?'"

"Best friends?" With her help, he pulled the straps off her slingshot suit all the way off her arms so they wouldn't get in the way. Then he went back to adoring her nipples with his fingers.

"No, BREAST friends. And sure, why not, best friends too." She giggled at that.

"What does that mean?" he asked while applying still more lotion to her tits. He loved that they were getting delightfully slippery with so much lotion.

"It means, I know you love playing with my boobs, and I love it when you do. So, whenever we're hanging out, you can do whatever you want to me. Pinch and pull my nipples. Caress and fondle and knead my tit-flesh! Take my clothes off and run your hands all over them to your heart's content. All over me! Don't stop!" She grunted lustily as he played with her nipples.

She realized that the slingshot suit was still covering her pussy (and pretty much nothing else). In fact, it was stuck there due to her copious pussy juices. She briefly reached around Alan and yanked it down her thighs. With her son sitting on her, it was too hard to take it all off at the moment. But at least she could feel completely naked.

"That doesn't sound very platonic," he noted. His voice sounded surprisingly calm, but his blood was practically boiling with lust.

"No, it doesn't. But so what? In return, I want you to be my 'cocky friend.' Can you do that?" She suddenly reached into his swimsuit and whipped out his erection. Using her very practiced skills, she began jacking him off with both hands.

He knew this was getting farther and farther from what the real Christine would ever possibly do or say, but it felt so good that he ran with it. He pretended to ignore her stroking hands while he kept caressing and even kneading her tits. "What would that mean?" he asked blandly.

"Here. Scoot up and I'll show you what it means."

His entire body was pulsing with energy and lust as he scooted forward, until his cock was resting between her perfect orbs.

She kept on jacking him off, with a continual emphasis on his sweet spot. It seemed like she couldn't let go in order to get the titfuck started. But after a minute or so, she moved her hands to the outside of her tits instead and pushed them together, trapping his cock between them.

"It means this!" she said triumphantly. "You see, I love it when you play with my tits, and I can't wait to play with your cock a heck of a lot. This way, we can do both at once! I'm not an A plus student for nothing, you know. I've got good ideas. Besides, scoot forward a little more, because I can do this too."

He pressed forward a couple more inches, driving his cock closer to her face.

She craned her head down and unleashed her talented tongue on his cockhead. Suddenly, it was like she was licking it everywhere at once. At roughly the same time, she started moving her tits, sliding them tightly back and forth over his urgent boner.

All he could do was groan needfully. Since her hands had her tits pretty well covered at the moment, he switched to exploring other parts of her flawless upper torso.

Between licks, she said, "See? Isn't this nice? Even though we're on a public beach, I don't care who sees! I don't care who talks either! Let 'em talk. Let 'em know I'm one of your girls now. I know you have a whole stable of big-titted babes. Rumor has it that it even includes your mother and your sister!"

"Well, that's not true," he complained, playing his role.

"Even so, it could be true, because you're unstoppable! Look at me: straight A student, reduced to doing this. But I love it! No more beating about the bush, okay? If you're feeling horny, do what you want to me, like I'm your personal plaything! If you're feeling bored in class, slip your hands under my shirt and play with my tits!"

"In class?!" He was panting hard, and clutching his PC muscle. Between her lapping tongue and her sliding tits, he was rapidly losing control. He knew Susan's role-play was getting out of hand, and Christine would never express her desire to be his "personal plaything," much less the rest. But he was totally loving the fantasy anyway.

"Mmmm-hmmm!" Susan couldn't say more, because she'd started sucking on most of his cockhead while the tip of her tongue flicked at it inside her mouth. She managed to get all of it in her mouth, but only for a few seconds, because the effort to keep that position was too difficult.

After catching her breath, and with her lotion-covered tits sliding around his tightly trapped hot boner, she said, "I won't be wearing a bra anymore, obviously, or panties either. My body belongs to you now! Like your other sexy, seriously-stacked babes. I've seen what you've done to them, how you've bent them to your will and turned them into your personal sex toys. That's what I want too!"

"You do?!" He thought, Would Christine ever say that? Fuck no! But, dammit, this is a great fantasy, no matter how un-PC it is!

Susan panted, "Of course! You're the best! The best at sex. I always want the best, and I get what I want. Those girls know they're your sex toys now, and they're very humiliated about it, but they've never been happier or more sexually satisfied. I know, because I've talked to them. I want to be your very favorite sex toy!" She really meant that last comment as herself, not Christine.

She just licked and titfucked his cock for a while as she thought of what else to say. "They're creaming all day long in their miniskirts, thinking about your fat cock! I've seen how you kiss and fondle them in the halls, and in class. You're so shameless, the way you feel them up in front of everybody like you own them. I think you broke my will when I saw you fingerbang Betsy in history class yesterday!"

He laughed at that made-up name. "Who's Betsy?"

Susan laughed too. But then she ran with the idea. "You know, Betsy! Brenda Hunter's daughter. The totally fit redheaded fox with the G-cup tits! We know she's one of your sex toys. She boasts to all the girls about how good she is at serving your cock. The way you pulled her shirt up and suckled on her nipples yesterday got all the girls wet, including me! Even Ms. Rhymer! I saw how she called you behind the podium for another 'private discussion' and then dropped to her knees. Everyone knew she was sucking your cock yet again!"

He thought, Fuck me! Glory too?! And if only Brenda did have a daughter like that. Wow! Mom has a freakin' genius mind when it comes to sexy fantasies! Hot damn! Fuck! I really need to take a break, a long break, or I'm gonna cum. But Mom is on a roll!

Susan continued, "Even though all your classes with Ms. Rhymer end that way, I stood up and peeked behind the podium just to check. I couldn't believe how deep she'd taken you down her throat! I want to learn how to do that too. I can be your..." Her voice trailed off.

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