6 Times a Day

Chapter 269 You're Driving Me Mad, Mom! [DD Sponsored]

?Drunk Dargon [3/3]

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Alan had tried to take a nap, but he was too agitated from his mother's unusual outburst to fall asleep quickly. Seeing that a nap wasn't going to happen, he went to his computer and surfed the web and answered e-mails, because his mind was too scattered to do any homework. He put on his favorite Nick Drake album, "Pink Moon," but even some mellow acoustic guitar music couldn't soothe his troubled mind.

By the time Susan entered his room, Suzanne had manipulated her into such a lustful state that her anger was completely gone. She still wore nothing but the robe, though at least she'd stopped by the bathroom to clean up her sopping wet pussy as best she could. It's telling that she took the time to do that but didn't bother to change clothes.

She actually did give him her lecture about values and virtues. She tried to sound stern and authoritative, but she was only partially successful at best. Her chief problem was that she was still so horny that she had trouble staying focused. Among her other difficulties, her nipples were so hard that they poked out noticeably even through the loose-fitting robe.

As she lectured, Alan had a hard time concentrating. Instead, he thought about her nipples and wondered what was making her so aroused. He also noticed her robe continually opening up more and more, and idly wondered when her breasts would bounce completely free. It was a testament to his attempt to be a good son that he managed to follow her speech at all.

At one point, she explained the punishment she was giving Suzanne, and that prompted him to ask if he was getting punished too.

"Normally yes, you would be too. But this is your time of trouble, what with having to keep your daily target and everything. Besides, Suzanne was the one who tricked me, and you were just being used by her. Also, how could I expect a young, virile man like you to resist a gorgeous, busty beauty like her? But I'm still a bit disappointed in you!" She wagged a finger at him disapprovingly.

He didn't know it, but behind Susan's conscious thought was her feeling that a son with such a big, tasty cock should never be punished, only rewarded, preferably by lots of blowjobs. His recent acting job in pretending to be tortured by sexual frustration also helped in getting him off the hook.

She kept her lecture mercifully brief, lightening her tone as she finished. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not all rules and boundaries, you know. I'm trying to loosen up and get sexy, just like you asked. Since Suzanne is in the doghouse now, it looks like more of the burden of keeping you stimulated will fall on me. I was just shopping for a new bikini before I caught you two. Why don't we go to the pool and I'll show it off for you?"

Susan was so upset that Suzanne had co-opted all of Alan's attention earlier that afternoon that she'd rushed to the store as soon as both of them left and bought the skimpiest bikini she could find. When she got back she was eager to show it off, and that's how and why she'd realized what Alan and Suzanne were doing, because she went looking for him and she'd heard the sounds of their sexual fun over the wall.

She was still eager to show it off. This latest bikini was thong-styled, just like Suzanne's. It had barely enough fabric to cover her nipples and her bush, and nothing more. In the back it was simply a string that disappeared up her butt crack.

It wasn't a hard sell to get Alan interested in seeing his voluptuous mother in a teeny new bikini. In fact, his desire for a nap disappeared altogether.

She went to her bedroom to change, while he also changed into his usual swimsuit. They met by the pool a few minutes later. Suzanne was nowhere to be seen; she'd made herself scarce because she knew that Susan wanted this time alone with her son. Katherine was still at the beach with Amy.

Susan stood proudly before her son, modeling the new white bikini and a matching white pair of high heels. "What do you think, Tiger? I promised I'd wear a sexier bathing suit. Does this fit the bill?"

He loved the excited, joyful smile on her face at least as much as her exposed, shapely body. "Oh, Mom! Wow! You know it does! You're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. I love you so much, and that you're always trying to help me out so much, even with all the danger."

Susan was giddy with the compliments. But that mood was broken by his reminder of that Ron could come home and find them there. "Danger? Don't even talk about getting caught, please. Thank goodness your father is out, because I'd hate to see what he'd think if he saw me like this. Even though it IS just a bikini. It's not like I'm showing off anything I shouldn't. But it's just such a daring bikini; he wouldn't know what to think."

She glance at his crotch. Oh boy! Just look at that big fat bulge! Mmmm! So many inches of yummy cock-meat for Mommy!

The two of them sat down on lounge chairs next to each other and engaged in idle chat. There was a buzz of anticipation in the air, but they were playing it cool for the moment, just enjoying being together.

As the minutes passed, Susan started to loosen up. She'd been worried that Suzanne might come out to join them and again steal her thunder, but that worry faded. She commented, "You know, it actually feels kind of funny to wear this, since I don't wear any underwear anymore. I'm getting so used to having my breasts bounce free - and exposed to your eyes much of the time - that I don't know what to think when they're all bound up like this."

"Thank you, Mom, so much, for dressing up just for me. Or undressing, I should say."

They both laughed. "It's the least I can do," she said. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise, from two weeks ago. You know, when I promised to suck you off every single day. It's been difficult for me adjusting to... well, to everything. But really, that wasn't just a promise. Suzanne has helped me see that it's actually my responsibility to make sure your member is well drained on a regular basis."

He could hardly believe his ears. He just nodded his head dumbly.

She fingered the edges of her bikini in a seductive way. "I'm going to try harder to fulfill that vow. We can't forget Nurse Akami's instructions that it's not just a matter of how many times you cum, but we have to keep your, um, member stiff and stimulated for as long as possible!"

That idea was so exciting for her than she had to calm her breathing before she could continue. "Of course, I'll do my best in the visual stimulation department. Like this bikini. This is the kind of bikini that good mommies wear, don't you think? The kind of big-titted mommies who make sure to use their lips and tongue to always keep their son's balls drained dry!"

Seeing that she was on a roll and didn't need much encouragement, he just nodded. His rod felt as rigid as a steel bar. Man! Mom loves blowjobs so much! I wonder what'll happen when she discovers titfucks too?!

She continued, "But the problem with a bikini like this is that it covers so little you never know what will happen. Like if I try to redo the tie at the back of my neck..." She raised her arms and began retying the bikini top. As she did so, the top slid up her boobs until her nipples were completely exposed.

"You see what I mean?" she squealed. "This bikini is so small I can hardly keep it on at all!"

"Yeah, I definitely see what you mean," he said, very aroused. It wasn't just the bikini that got him going - every last inch of her was hot. She wasn't wearing a hairband, so her long, dark brown hair fell more freely than usual. That, plus the fact that she wore high heels, made her seem nothing like the suburban soccer mom he'd known and loved for so many years. Only her owlish prescription glasses reminded him of her "old mom" ways.

She continued to play with her bikini top for several minutes, driving him slowly insane with lust. She showed him all the different ways her nipples could be exposed: by popping a nipple out the top, or the bottom, or one side or the other, or both nipples at once in different variations. Throughout most of this she found her fingers straying to her nipples and brushing up against them, even pinching them. The bikini top had one knot at the back of the neck and another in the middle of the back, and she found different excuses to untie one or the other or both.

Her nipples were not especially large or pronounced, but they grew more erect than he'd ever recalled seeing them before.

His only frustration was that he didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. He figured the danger of that was increased due to her recent angry outburst. So he was forced to let her take the lead, keeping his boner tucked away. It was like sexual torture, but a wonderfully arousing torture.

By and by, she said, "I'll bet you have the same kind of trouble with your bathing suit. For a well-hung, cum-filled boy like you, I'd be surprised if you could keep your big rod cooped up in there at all."

He knew when to take a hint. "Now that you mention it, I'm having a problem too." He immediately readjusted his crotch, making sure to cause his erection to snake down his leg until it poked out. But it wasn't that tiny a suit, and only a couple of inches were exposed. So, correctly judging his mother's mood, he simply slid his shorts down past his knees.

She smiled and licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the erection that now jutted out like a flagpole. "I think you have the right idea there, Son. A big cock like that just can't be tamed or restrained in any way! As you can see, this bikini top is just as much trouble. Don't you think it's better if I take it off altogether, instead of having to always battle it? It simply doesn't fit over my chest very well."

"Oh yeah!" he agreed. He was already holding his erection and rubbing it, but just a little, which he hoped she wouldn't notice. She was really sensitive about the "sin of Onan" issue.

She tossed her top away, then struck another sexy pose for him.

DANG! Mom is a walking orgasm! I can't take any more teasing. I have to step up and say something, or I'm gonna have a heart attack! "Mom, this is just too much for a stimulation-starved guy like me. Could you help me 'do my thing' right now?"

"Sorry. Mommy would love to, but she can't do that. Imagine if Ron comes home and finds Mommy with her hands around her little boy's not-so-little member! Or, even worse, what if he sees Mommy bouncing her head up and down on her son's lap, sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow? Sucking his big, thick Popsicle, except it's such a hot Popsicle too. Throbbing hot! No, that won't do." She clearly was getting more than a little excited herself.

"Mind if I do it myself then?" he asked excitedly. Even as he asked, he was already stroking himself in an increasingly blatant manner. He was so turned on that he already had to firmly clench his PC muscle to stave off an impending orgasm.

"Does your mommy really arouse you that much?"

He laughed. "YES!"

She turned and sat up on her heels, giving him a great view of her backside. "Here. Take a look at my ass. Isn't it just scandalous how little cloth they put back here? I should go back to the store and complain: 'Hey, I wanted a bikini, not a fucking G-string!'"

He was shocked; she never, ever used the word 'fuck'.

She added, "Pardon my dirty language, by the way, but I'm just so angry! What, did they run out of fabric or something? It's like I'm totally nude. I might as well be, except for these high heels."

She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Can you imagine that? Your mommy totally naked except for high heels? That would leave me completely helpless to resist your spermy spear!"

He could imagine it well, since that was pretty much exactly what she looked like already. He groaned as he stroked, somehow even more blown away by her high heels and bikini bottoms than if she'd been completely nude. They were proof that she dressed outrageously just to please him. He was amazed that he hadn't already shot his cum all over the pool deck.

She slowly ran her hand over her buttocks. "And this tiny string. It gets lost up my ass crack." She probed her butt crack with one hand. "What do you think Ron would say if he came home right now and saw us like this?"

She looked off in the distance and continued as if she were speaking directly to Ron. "What would you think, Hubby, if you saw your wife wearing nothing but a G-string and high heels, and your son a few feet away with his swimsuit around his ankles, jacking off to his mommy's naked body? Well I have news for you, Ron. Your son is twice the man you'll ever be! And his prick is so THICK and HOT and TASTY! You have no idea how to satisfy a woman!"

She turned back to Alan and looked with genuine dismay at his hand stroking his erection. "Tiger! I told you, you can't do that!"

He moaned, "Mom! Geez, you're just too sexy!" He looked down at where his hand was still sliding up and down his thickness. "I can't stop myself!"

She smiled wickedly. "Try, Son. You know that's a sin. So VERY improper!"

He tried merely hold it instead of stroking it, but he knew that his was a losing battle. He wouldn't be able to hold back for long.

She slowly scooted forward. "I hope I don't have to help you out. Are you going to make me do all kinds of wanton, naughty things to your fat cock with my lips and tongue? Why, if I did that, you just might blow your nuts all over your sinful mother's naughty face! Imagine that. Imagine if Ron came home and I greeted him just drenched in your creamy jism? He might think something's not quite right. No, it's better if I just show you the rest of my bikini. It's good if I only help with the visual stimulation. I haven't even shown you the backside yet. Well, not much." She giggled.

He interrupted again. "Mom! You're getting me soooo turned on. Please! I think I'm gonna lose it soon. What should I do when it happens?"

She surveyed the situation and considered the time. God, I'd love to suck his cock, but I shouldn't. Suzanne was supposed to keep watch, but she seems to have gone. And what if my husband really DOES come back and find us like this? This is crazy! I really should have stayed with him in his room. I'd be gulping down his sweet, salty seed right about now. But Ron's due home any minute!

She said, "Tiger, I hate to say this, but we have to stop. Ron might come home anytime. Please go back to your room and finish up there, okay?"

"Fuckin' A!" Alan cursed under his breath. As if I can just start and stop like that, turning my urges on and off like a light switch! You're driving me mad, Mom! ... Fuck! Unbelievable!

But after taking a deep breath or two, he continued with a conciliatory tone. "But that's okay. I understand." He looked at her with dejected puppy-dog eyes.

"Awww..." She wavered, turning fully towards him. "I suppose we could. Maybe just a couple of licks... Just for a minute, to taste a little bit..." She scooted closer.

He prayed with all his might that she'd help, even though he wasn't religious.

But she hesitated, looking extremely nervous. Just then a big truck drove past, which they could hear from their backyard. That reminded her of her husband arriving home, causing her to pull back. "I'm sorry. We can't. Not now."

"DANG!" He sighed heavily. Stupid truck! "Oh maaaaan. ... Well, anyways, thanks so much for helping out. You and Aunt Suzy helping today - this is what I've been missing. Later."

It took incredible willpower and all of his PC muscle training to pull back from the brink, to where he thought it likely that he wouldn't cum at any second. But he did it.

Now that she was distancing herself from helping him, her religious concerns reasserted themselves so she added, "Oh, and remember the sin of Onan."

He thought, You've GOT to be kidding! Is this my punishment for earlier?! He got up and literally ran back into the house, clutching his still-raging erection to his stomach the entire way.

As soon as he was out of sight, Susan headed back to her own room. As she hurried naked through the house, holding her bikini top loosely against her chest, she thought, There you go again, Susan. You turn into a complete exhibitionist at the first sight of your son's cock. But it's so much fun! The problem is, I just can't trust myself not to go all the way. Not to just up and let my son fuck me! Oh God! Now, THAT'S incest, and there's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I'd go to Hell for sure, and I'd be taking my son with me!

She stopped by the laundry room and looked for something of Alan's. It seemed there was always cum-stained laundry to do these days. She found a hand towel he had used to masturbate into, inhaled deeply to get his aroma from it, then ran with it the rest of the way to her room.

Soon she was on her bed, with one hand in her crotch while the other held his cummy towel up to her nose. She inhaled his scent deeply. This is so wrong. So unsanitary, for one thing. What would my mother think right now, seeing me with this towel? But I can't stop. Good Lord I can't stop! Mmmm! So good!

Now that she was in her room, she started masturbating frantically. She didn't have an issue with female masturbation, since there was no "seed" that was "spilled upon the ground." Suzanne had convinced her that, since the sperm and the egg were the life-creating elements, and since no eggs were lost from her masturbation, there was no harm done in her wasting just a little pussy juice.

Suzanne in fact had been lurking in the den downstairs the whole time. She wanted to stay out of the way, but when she saw Alan and Susan sit down by the pool she couldn't resist spying on them. She ended up getting as hot and bothered as either of them, so she frigged herself to orgasm from her secret viewing spot.

She didn't understand what had caused Susan to run off before getting more intimate with her son's erection. She thought about going home, but then she came up with a new, devilishly-fun idea.

Alan ignored Susan's admonition against masturbation; he considered it wildly unreasonable, given the way that she'd aroused him and left him high and dry. As soon as he got to his room, he started masturbating. He'd had to stop by the bathroom across the hall to piss, and that cooled him down slightly. In fact, it had taken a couple of minutes before his erection had softened enough to let him pee. But with that out of the way, he knew it wouldn't take more than a minute or two before he would be spurting his load.