6 Times a Day

Chapter 142 Dream & Reality

?Alan had plenty of reasons to be aroused by Suzanne and Katherine and Amy. And even though Susan continued to be as prudish as ever, his thoughts often returned to her as well.

That night, as everyone was going to bed, Alan lay in his bed and masturbated to visions of his mother. Normally he was very quiet while going about his business, but he thought about the intense Tuesday they'd shared together and that led to some very vivid erotic fantasies.

In his waking dream, Susan was back in her prudish mode in the wake of their wild Tuesday. At least she started that way, but that didn't last for long. Standing in his room while wearing typical soccer mom clothes, it appeared at first that she was giving him a prudish lecture. "Alan, lately I've been very concerned about your behavior."

"Uh-oh. What did I do?"

She looked at him sternly with disapproval. "It's not what you did, it's what you didn't do. You're surrounded by very beautiful women. Do you realize that?"

"Um, yes I do. Between you, Aunt Suzy, Amy, and Sis, I'm pretty damn lucky."

She came closer to where he sat on his bed. "Watch your language there, buster. But it's true that you are. And we all know you have a very special condition. You need a lot of female inspiration and even... stimulation." As she said that, she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground.

He was shocked, not to mention aroused. He shifted where he sat to hide his suddenly surging erection. "Um, Mom! What are you doing?!"

Still looking stern, she pulled her dark blue top up to her shoulders, revealing that she wore no bra. Her big globes took a long time to bounce back into place. "Tiger, consider the women around you a resource to help you. You need to take advantage. Yes, take FULL advantage!" The speed with which she'd gone from motherly to horny in his fantasy was most impressive.

Even in his dream, he didn't know how to react at first. In real life, he happily stroked his hard-on under his covers.

She sat down on the bed next to him and put a hand on his nearest knee. She continued in a more tender and understanding, not to mention sultry, tone. She hefted her bare orbs up. "Look. You know that you have a big-titted mommy. I love that you love that." She flashed him a winning and loving smile.

She continued with renewed worry, "But I'm concerned. There's so much more to me. To us! It's true we're all busty, but what about the rest of our bodies?" As she spoke, she pulled her panties down and off her legs. "Look, Son! Look between my thighs. I have a pussy too. Sometimes I think you forget that." She moved next to the bed and slowly spread her legs to showcase her bush.

Alan was shocked. Even though he was mostly still awake, his fantasy had taken a life of its own, and he hadn't expected that at all.

With her legs still wide, she took his hand and brought it to her face. "And what about my mouth? Feel my lips!"

Since his hand was there already, he traced a finger around her lips, red with lipstick. He found it surprisingly arousing, especially with the way they trembled with desire.

"Son, these are cocksucking lips. I know now that God gave me these lips to suck your cock and your cock alone. Consider them a resource to use and even abuse. Yes, abuse. In other words, sometimes I want you to fuck my face!"

That floored him, but the surprises were only beginning. She turned around and lay face down on the bed next to him, partially kneeling to keep her now completely bare ass up in the air. "And let's talk about my ass. Yes, let's. Son, this is an ass that needs to be fondled! By your hands, yes! Mmmm! But even better, by your cock! Yes, you heard me! I want you to rub your great big cock all over my ass cheeks! Smear your pre-cum everywhere as you take claim! Take claim of my ass... and the rest of me! Then I want you to stick your cock BETWEEN my ass cheeks, doggy-style!"

His voice was shaky as he asked, "Mom, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck your Mommy!" She wiggled and waved her ass cheeks at him.

He'd just been sitting there all the while and he'd never taken his clothes off, but since it was just a semi-waking dream, his clothes had come off on their own at some point. As he got up on his knees behind her, he asked, "But what about Ron?"

"What about him? I just had a little talk with him, and he admitted that he had missed the boat. He's been so remiss in his conjugal duties that he's lost the right to touch me!" She wiggled her ass even more vigorously as she continued, "I belong to you now! He admits it! In fact, he's the one who sent me down here!"

In his waking dream Alan began rubbing his cock all over her ass cheeks in the exact way she'd been describing, while in real life he was frantically jacking off. In both his dream and reality his pre-cum flowed copiously, but in his dream his pre-cum also managed to turn her ass sticky in the exact way she'd described. He asked incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack! Son, the best way for you to 'do your thing' is to do it deep in my cunt! Fuck me now! Fuck me daily! And not just me. Suzanne, Angel, Amy, we all agree. We want to be your fuck bunnies. But we drew straws and I get to go first!" She wiggled her ass even more insistently, causing his boner to slip and slide against it.

He got so excited that he couldn't help but moan out loud. As he came close to orgasm, he didn't even realize that he shouted in real life and not just in his fantasy. "Mother! Yes! Oh, Mom. Oh my God!"

Susan happened to be in the bathroom right across the hallway as she shaved her legs just before going to bed. She happened to be wearing nothing but her bra and panties as she went through her nightly rituals, which included changing into her nightgown. (Ron was busy using the other bathroom, off their bedroom, at the same time.) Oh no. My son is calling for help, she thought. She immediately dropped the razor and ran to his room. Since it was just across the hallway, she was there in seconds.

He was so preoccupied with his orgasm that he didn't even notice when she opened the door and rushed to his bedside. "Mom! Unnh! Oh God!" he cried again.

To his horror, he heard her answer, "I'm here, Tiger! What's wrong?!" He looked up and saw her in the darkness. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, so she couldn't see that he was lying in bed jacking himself off. The dream had been so intense that at some point he'd kicked his sheets down his body without realizing it.

She'd rushed right up to the edge of the bed and reached out to him just as he began to cum.

Normally he'd have grabbed a tissue or towel, but the shock of seeing her turned his brain off, and he simply began to shoot his seed up in the air. Since he'd turned towards his mother, she became the main target. Ropes of cum shot towards her before she knew what was happening.

"Oh God, Tiger, NO!" she yelled out as cum began to land on her face, chest, stomach, thighs, arms - everywhere. Some missed her altogether and flew in a high arc onto the carpet, because Alan wasn't thinking or directing it at all.

"Tiger, what are you doing?!" she cried, even though by now the answer was obvious.

For a few seconds it seemed to him that everything was going in slow motion, as if he were watching a car crash but was unable to stop it. But then suddenly his brain clicked into gear, and he placed his hand over his prick and shot the rest of his load into his hand. It was an unusually large load, even for him. At the same time, he cried out, "Sorry! Oh, shit! Mom, I'm so sorry!"

He could see her more clearly in the darkness now. The sight of his cum as it dripped off her skin turned him on, despite his great shock and shame. It didn't help that she was dressed in nothing but a very revealing set of bra and panties. Because she'd been standing so close when he began to cum, most of it had hit her in the stomach, crotch, and upper thighs.

"Mom, please, please forgive me!" he continued while his dick deflated rapidly. "I didn't know you'd come in; I had no idea!"

She was silent, and at first had no response. Her eyes slowly grew used to the darkness, and she finally could clearly see his shrinking dick as his hands now desperately tried to conceal it. Seeing her eyes go to his crotch, he belatedly threw the covers over himself.

She struggled with her emotions. Her wild side wanted to just jump on top of him and do anything and everything to his body. But her prudish side won the internal struggle. She said, "Son, that was so wrong, terribly wrong. You can't keep going on like this! It's over, do you understand?"

"But, Mom, I was just getting some relief. I have to do it some way."

"Yes, but why were you crying my name? You can't be thinking about me when you-"

She stopped because she heard her husband Ron yelling in the hallway: "Darling, you there? Were you calling for me? I thought I heard you calling. Are you coming to bed?"

Both Alan and Susan thought they were caught for sure.

But in her most chipper voice, Susan gamely stated in a loud voice, "I'm in Alan's room, dear. I just stubbed my toe. I'll be along in a minute."

Susan and Alan nervously waited for Ron to open the door. She prayed that in the darkness and with her back to the door, he wouldn't see that she was drenched in her son's cum. Please, God, please! Don't let it end like this! I'll do anything you want! Anything! I'll be good! So good!

Ron stood outside Alan's door, but he merely said through the door, "Oh. Is everything fine with him?" It was highly unusual for her to be in Alan's room this late at night.

"He's fine. He just has a bad muscle cramp and was asking for my advice."

"Try some Ben-Gay, Son," Ron suggested from the other side of the closed door. "That always helps me."

"Th-thanks, Father!" Alan shouted to the door in a nervous voice.

He and Susan waited, still as statues, until they thought Ron was gone. Alan's heart still pounded in his chest; he'd never felt so frightened in his life. He thought, I can't take this. All this sex stuff is so great, but I'm gonna be a heart-attack victim within weeks!

Susan shook with fear and frustration. If anything, she was even more frightened than he was. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "That was too close! What the heck were you thinking, calling out my name like that? What if it was Ron who'd been in the bathroom and came rushing in?"

That made Alan feel even more ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just thinking about how sexy you look, and some of the fun we had on Tuesday. And your promise. Do you remember your promise? Plus, he's so rarely home that I just plain forgot. I didn't even know I was talking out loud."

"Son, this has to stop," she stated more firmly. "Please get yourself a girlfriend, and soon. Tuesday was a big mistake. Forget the promise." They referred obliquely to Susan's pledge on Tuesday to stroke or suck him every single day. "That whole day was my fault. Can we put it behind us, please? Can't we say it never happened? Use some self-control, for crying out loud, or you'll destroy this family!"

"I will. Oh, Mom, I feel so horrible. Please, please forgive me."

"You're forgiven. But don't let it happen again, okay? Now, what the heck am I going to do, covered like this?" She looked down at her cum-soaked and nearly naked body. But she was so shaken up by the close call with Ron that she didn't feel that aroused.

"Here, use a towel," he suggested. He desperately wanted to ask her if she'd had sex with Ron since Ron had come back, but he couldn't figure out how to broach the subject. So he didn't say any more.

She briefly toweled herself off before she rushed across the hallway to the bathroom to clean herself more thoroughly.

In the bathroom she cursed Alan and his close call under her breath. She went to turn on the water faucet and rinse herself off, but she thought back to her intense Tuesday and all the blowjobs she'd given him, and the wonderful, unforgettable taste of her son's cum. The adrenaline rush of almost getting caught was wearing off, and the fact that she was covered with incestuous cum was coming to the fore and making her aroused.

There still was a good amount of cum on her, here and there. Against her will, she found herself wiping up his cum with her hand and putting it in her mouth.

Dear Lord, it's like a drug! It's soooo good. I just can't help myself! Thank God Suzanne told me that Alan's cum is extraordinarily unique and delicious, or I'd be tempted to give blowjobs to every man I came across. Well, not really. I'm hardly some kind of common hussy. But still, if all cum was like this, even Ron would get lucky pretty often!

How much of that accident just now was an accident, and how much was I trying to get his cum on me? Or was he trying to get it on me? I'm not sure, but I know that never would have happened before this whole thing started.

She licked up more cum, and moaned with pleasure. Oh God! This is so wrong! Lord, give me strength to stop. Please! It's just too yummy!

In an unexpected burst of resolve, Susan suddenly used both of her hands to splash water all over her face and chest. That washed most of the cum away, and when it was all gone she came to her senses.

She concluded the experience feeling even more determined that she was correct: things had to change. She felt overwhelmingly ashamed of herself and Alan as she went back to bed and lay next to her husband. She had washed herself thoroughly, but had trouble sleeping, petrified that her husband would detect some funny smell, or see a cum gob on her skin that she'd somehow missed.

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