6 Times a Day

He waited a couple of minutes, until he sensed she was feeling better. Then he said, "Mom, I have bad news. I'm kind of upset at you."

She frowned with dismay. "Why?! Don't I do all I can to help you out and keep you happy?!" She was still rubbing his sweet spot, but she brought her other hand over and cupped his balls to show what she meant.

"You do, you definitely do. You've been so great that I can't even put into words how much I love it, and how much I love you. Except for one thing. This rule of yours, where I'm not allowed to touch your tits. That changes every five minutes, it seems. It drives me crazy."

She let go of his erection, so she could place his hands back on her ample tits. She held his hands there and solemnly spoke. "Forget that rule! My nipples, my tits - they're yours. Yours to own. Don't even let me joke about denying them to you anymore, because it's not my place to deny them to you ever again! It'll mean that I'll be that much more perpetually horny and crazy for cock if you get me excited playing with my tits, but so be it. Please, you'll have to spank me if I ever push your hands away. Promise me you'll spank me good and then have your way with me - minus that one thing."

"I promise," he said as he chuckled some more. Man! She's making it so easy to bring up spanking! It's like she's practically begging me to do it. Aunt Suzy is right: it's something she needs from me, to confirm our new roles. I'm feeling a lot better about this.

She brought her hands back to his crotch and resumed fondling him, but with more vigor than before. "I'm sorry to deny you my pussy - I mean, my cunt - but take my offering of my tits instead. All I ask is that you go easy on me with sucking on my nipples, and try not to do that unless I'm ready for it. I truly worry that I'll lose all control, and you'll end up fucking me. Besides, I can't take too many orgasms like the one you just gave me!"

He laughed. "Okay Mom. I'll only pinch them now and then." He pinched both of her nipples at once.

She cried, "No! Don't! Too sensitive!" But she thrust her chest closer to him in delight. For once, even Alan could realize that a 'no' was a 'yes.'

He was having a lot of fun with her, but he knew he couldn't get distracted now. So he forced himself to frown, and then say, "I'm glad you're changing that rule. But, that said, I think it's only right that I punish you now for blowing hot and cold on letting me play with your tits for so long. You say you're my 'big-titted sex toy mommy,' and yet you often wouldn't even let me touch your tits! Including when we came into this room earlier!"

She dropped her head submissively. "I'm sorry. You're so right!"

He forced himself to act offended some more. "Furthermore, you promised me a blowjob right after dinner, but then you got a call from your cousin and got cold feet. I thought you were proud to be one of my personal cocksuckers?"

"I am, Son! I am, so much! I've never been so happy. But you're right. I let you down, twice in one day. I think I need to be spanked. Hard!"

He nodded gravely. "I think that would be best." Man! So easy! I couldn't ask for a better set-up. "There's no time like the present. I want you to lay across my lap. Right now."

She looked at him with amazement. "What, now now?"

"Yes. Now. I'm waiting. Don't give me a reason to spank you even more."

Her head reeled and she truly felt dizzy as the implication of what was happening sank in. She sat up in bed, feeling fully energized and alarmed. She loved the idea of getting spanked by her handsome son, but she also had serious concerns about it. She blurted out, "But... I'm your mother! I know I just said I deserve a spanking, but is it really right for a son to spank his own mother? What will happen to my authority over you?!"

He said, "Normally, no, it isn't right. But our situation is far from normal. I'm eighteen, which makes me legally an adult. Our relationship is shifting. I'm still your son, but I'm also the 'man of the house,' as you keep telling me. I'll continue to defer to your motherly wisdom most of the time, but I'm the one in charge now, for most things. If you're serious about being my 'personal cocksucker' and my 'sex pet' and so on, then you need to walk the walk and not just talk the talk."

She gulped, and nodded. Her heart was racing from the thrill of him taking charge like this. The implications of what he was saying were almost too exciting for her to comprehend.

Feeling emboldened, he said, "As the man of the house, I have the right to spank you, or anyone else in the house, any time I feel like it. And that starts now, here, with you!" He pointed to his lap, indicating she should lie across it.

She looked to where he pointed, and saw his stiff erection poking up. She reached out and resumed stroking it. "Can I... can I just suck on it for a while? Your words... they made me... so hot! I'm hungry for cock! Your cock!" Her chest swelled with pride as she exclaimed, "My SON! The man of the house!"

But he said, "Not now. There will be plenty of time for that later. I want you to lay down on my lap, just like a naughty little girl." He realized he could be more comfortable if he scooted back so his back was against the headboard, so he did just that. Then he propped up some pillows behind him to get even more comfortable. "Okay. I'm ready."

Susan was in awe as she got into position. This is... the most exciting thing ever! I know he swatted my ass a few times yesterday, but that was just kind of playing around. This... this... it feels official! This isn't just a spanking; he's taking control! He's TAMING me! Even more than before! I'm falling further into submission to my own son, and nothing has ever felt so good!

Both of them were very aware of the symbolic importance of her position, lying naked across his lap. He reached out and brushed her long hair off her back as best he could, so he could run his hands up and down her fair skin. He proceeded to do just that. He loved caressing her smooth and shapely back, and he enjoyed her firm thighs as well, but it wasn't surprising that he focused most of his attention on her ass.

As he did that, she reached underneath her body with one hand and found his erection. Her hand was trembling with excitement as she resumed stroking him. Oh God! He's gonna spank me, for real! I wonder if it's going to hurt? Actually, of course it's going to hurt, but how much?! I'm so glad that I at least have the reassurance of holding and stroking his great big cock! It's only right that a well-hung son spanks his big-titted mommy! Regularly!

Alan had to pause and rest for a minute, because things already were nearly too exciting for him. Okay. Time to take a big breath. He did so, and then did it again. That's better. Aaaah. Jesus H. Christ! This is crazy! I really need to chill out before I even start and not let this go to my head. All this talk about me being "the man of the house," I need to remember that it's mostly just talk. It's true that I'm taking charge when it comes to sex, but otherwise, in reality Mom is still the one who runs the house. She's still the one who I look up to for advice and guidance. Well, Mom and Aunt Suzy almost equally, to be honest. But that's still true for both of them.

We're entering a time where we're going to pretend otherwise. Mom gets off in a big way on the idea that I'm completely in charge, and there's no harm in letting her feel that way. But the important thing is that I have to stay grounded and remember that isn't really true. Except for sexual stuff. And, admittedly, that's a pretty big exception! Phew! That's a damn exciting exception, too!

Susan still had a hand underneath her body that was stroking his hard-on. He had to clench his PC muscle some, but he decided he could handle that level of stimulation for now. Then, with his fingers exploring Susan's pristine ass crack, he recalled Suzanne's advice that he could use the spanking situation to wear down Susan's rule against him touching her pussy.

So he said, "Okay, Mom, before we get started on the spanking, I'm going to have to check you for wetness."

Susan was alarmed. "What do you mean?!" She figured he was referring to her pussy, and she unthinkingly clenched her legs together.

Looking at her thighs locked together, he said, "Yep, that's what I mean, your pussy. Remember, this is a punishment. So you're not supposed to get any enjoyment out of it." (Actually, he knew that was not true, and the whole point was to give her pleasure. But he understood that the pretense had to be maintained.) "As a result, I need to check that you're dry before we start, and that you stay dry until the end. Open your thighs."

She whimpered shyly, "But I'm not dry! Far from it! How can I be, with you being so manly, handsome, and sexy, and putting me in my proper place like this?! Just feeling my body across your lap is keeping me constantly gushing. Plus, I've got your hot, stiff cock in my hand, and you know how horny that makes me. And things are bound to get wetter still down there, because the spanking hasn't even started yet!"

He used both hands and pried her thighs apart. She didn't try to fight it. "Well then, maybe you should let go of my dick. You'll need to do that when I start the spanking anyway. Try to stay dry, and whatever you do, don't cum! If you do, I'm gonna have to give you a punishment that'll make this upcoming spanking seem like small potatoes!"

She bit her lip and grimaced. She was already close to cumming as it was, and thoughts of a more severe punishment only excited her more. But she was determined to try her best. She even let go of his cock, in the hope that would help keep her calm.

But then Alan reached between her legs and ran a finger through her swampy pussy.

She squealed in alarm and squeezed her ass cheeks and thighs tight, trapping his hand. "What was that?! You know you're not allowed to touch me there! That still stands! I'm sorry, but I MUST keep that rule! I know I just changed the other rule, but if I let you touch me there, there's no telling what'll happen! You could end up really fucking me! Heck, I could even end up begging you to do it!"

His head swooned as he imagined that happening. With such thoughts on his mind, and her body to fondle, he didn't need for her to be actively jacking him off to be extremely aroused, as he was right now. He forced himself to calm down some, and then said, "I know, Mom, I know. And I'm not asking you to change that rule. But we need a partial exception for spankings. I have to check you there and clean you off. We really need a dry pussy for this to work."

Of course that was bullshit, and she probably knew that on some level. But it was a fig-leaf excuse that allowed her to let him break that rule without her having to feel bad about being weak.

He made a show of looking around the room. (He was so horny that it didn't occur to him that she couldn't see his face while lying face down over his lap.) "It's a shame I don't have some tissues or a towel or something. I guess I'll have to use my hand."

She clenched her ass cheeks in alarm again. "Don't you still have something like that near your bed, to help you masturbate with?"

He grinned. "Sorry, Mom. Not anymore, since I have you, Amy, Sis, and Aunt Suzy. Plus, I'm not about to commit the 'sin of Onan.'" He had trouble saying that with a straight face, since he found the whole Onan story ridiculous, but luckily she still couldn't see his face anyway. "Anyway, I can just use my hand, like this." He started wiping her pussy clean with the tips of his fingers. "Remember, stay calm. Think of unarousing things. And whatever you do, don't cum! Then we can get started on the spanking."

Susan whimpered helplessly. That's easy for you to say! You're not the big-titted mommy about to get spanked for the first time by her huge-cocked son! I can't even handle the THOUGHT of getting spanked. It's too exciting! Once it starts, I'm gonna cum in the first minute, for sure, if I even last that long! And then I'll need to be punished for that, and that'll probably be something even MORE arousing, making me cum without permission even more, and on and on, in an endless cycle! I'll end up totally and utterly TAMED! And even that thought is too arousing for me to handle! UGH! Dear Lord, please! Help me!

That passing thought about the Lord helped her a great deal. She was a genuine religious believer, and prayer was a big part of her life. So she closed her eyes and recited some well-known prayers in her mind. That diverted much of her attention.

And she was very grateful for that, because in fact, Alan's attempt to "clean" her pussy was merely a pretense for him to play with it and all around it. He refrained from sticking any fingers directly in her slit, since that didn't fit with the cleaning notion. But he made up for that by repeatedly running his fingers over her wet lips and brushing past her clitoris. Sometimes, he would "accidentally" push a finger in her soaking gash a little bit, but not too far or for too long.

He wasn't doing much with his other hand, so he brought that around her front and under her huge boobs and began fondling them.

Susan's prayers were helping her calm down some, but that went right out the window once he started fondling her super-sensitive breasts. She squirmed with lust and worry. "Ti-Ti-Tiger! What do you think you're doing?!"

He said with a smirk, "I just need to hold you there to keep you in place. Kind of as a counterbalance."

She thought, He IS keeping me in my place, in more ways than one! So HOT! But it's too hot! I can't take it! She panted, "But then, why, why... why are you fondling my nipples so much?!"

He pretended to be clueless. "Oh, am I? Oops. I guess that's how it goes. Remember, you changed the rules. I can fondle your tits as much as I like, anytime I want."

Just hearing that practically made her want to swoon, or scream in erotic ecstasy. OH NO! He can! He can! That's so like him. I change the rules and immediately he takes full advantage! There's no stopping him! And now he really DOES own my tits! I was just saying that earlier as something to arouse us, but now it's TRUE! Oh God! Lord, please, give me strength to endure his sexy, groping hands! I don't know which is worse, the way he's rolling my nipples between his fingers or how he keeps sliding his thumb back and forth over my cunt!

So far, he had restrained himself from probing inside her pussy, aside from the occasional minor "accident." He didn't have a valid reason to do so, as that didn't fit with the "cleaning" theme, and he rightfully worried about pushing her too far too fast. But she was so hot to trot, squirming and heaving in his lap, that he figured he could get away with it. So, pretending more cluelessness, he said, "I don't understand. You keep getting wetter and wetter, no matter what I do. Where's it all coming from? Maybe I should go straight to the source and try to plug the leak there."

With that, he plunged two fingers deep into her hot hole.

She was so surprised and aroused by that move that her entire body actually rose up and fell back down on him. She would have cum for sure, but she struggled with all her might not to, due to his prohibition against it. "AAAAAIIIIEEEE! NO! Tiger, no! Please, no! Too hot! So hot! Can't... can't take it! AAAAAH!"

He pumped his two fingers in and out several times, making her squirm and moan even more. Of course he wasn't actually trying to "plug a leak," but that provided another fig-leaf excuse.

She thought, And to think I didn't know which is worse! The cunt is way, way worse! This is why I don't let him touch me there! I'm gonna cum so, so, so HARD! And then... then... I'll probably beg to get fucked! I've never been so horny in my LIFE! He has total control and I'm helpless to stop him, because it feels so damn GOOD! I really AM just his big-titted plaything!

She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tight. Her hips squirmed around as she struggled with all her might to delay her climax.

He realized how close she was, but he didn't want her to cum just yet. His plan was to keep her riding right at the brink of orgasm for as long as possible, in the same way she frequently did to him. So he pulled his fingers out of her and let her recover somewhat, until her frantic panting abated.

As he took a brief rest, he thought, This is awesome! I love how my "cleaning" just makes her wetter and wetter! I particularly love to see her this horny and happy. Man, life is good!

He'd mostly forgotten his qualms about spanking her; he was beginning to be anxious to get the spanking started. So he said, "Unfortunately, I'm not having much success here in getting you dry. I guess we'll have to leave your pussy like this, for now, and get the spanking started." He couldn't resist stroking his fingers back and forth over her sopping-wet pussy lips a few more times. "But, whatever you do, don't cum! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Son." Her pulse raced a bit faster and her body tingled all over as she sensed the spanking was about to begin. Too bad Brenda can't be here to see this! She seems to have a real special thing about getting spanked! At least I'll get to tell her about it later. She'll understand what a huge deal this is! It's mommy-taming in action!

Alan too, had to brace himself as he contemplated what was about to happen.

She broke the silence by asking, "How... how many times are you going to spank me?"

He thought, How many times should I spank her, I wonder? Twenty? Thirty? I'm so clueless. I have NO idea how much is too much! Maybe it's better not to announce a number first and just do as much as feels right. Yeah, that sounds good.

He said, "I have a number in mind, but I'm going to play it by ear. We'll see how well you do, and how much you can take. Remember that no matter what happens, I love you. It might hurt some; in fact I'm sure it will. But I'm not going to go too far. Most of all, remember that I'm doing this for your own good."

She replied meekly, "Yes, my love."

He thought, I can't believe I just got away with the "I'm doing this for your own good" line. How ironic. She used to tell me that all the time when I was a little kid. Man! The shoe is definitely on the other foot tonight! Wild!

Then it occurred to him they needed a kind of ritual. So he spoke off the top of his head as he continued to fondle her tits. "Okay, Mom. I'm going to swat your ass in a minute. When I'm done, I want you to say, 'Number one,' or whatever the number is. Then I want you to say... um..." He recalled from erotic stories that there was a tradition to maintain here, and it was good for her to repeat some kind of statement after each swat. But he was so very turned on that he couldn't come up with a good, appropriate statement right off the bat.

Luckily for him, Susan had been contemplating being spanked by her son a lot lately, especially in her daydreams. So she drew from previous fantasies when she suggested, "What if I say, 'Number one.' And then, 'Thank you, Son, for punishing your naughty mommy."

He grinned from ear to ear. "Very good! Let's do that. Okay, here we go. Brace yourself!"New ᴄhapters are published on Fɪre.net