6 Times a Day

Chapter 509 Son, Are You Gonna Spank Me More? [Iveyflame Sponsored]



Chapter 509 Son, Are You Gonna Spank Me More? [Iveyflame Sponsored]

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Alan realized that the situation at home had changed dramatically in the past few days. He felt like a dam of sexual energy had burst in his happy abode. Susan had given up the pretense that she was "forced" to sexually assist Alan due to his six-times-a-day treatment, and she'd fully embraced helping him for the sheer mutual joy of it.

Susan's increasingly enthusiastic attitude meant the others could get more sexually active, even out in the open. The only question was how eager the women there would be to please him.

After Alan left home to help with the pussy painting and such, Susan had spent some more time with Suzanne. Together they verbally relived their sexual encounters with Alan over the weekend (except for Suzanne's almost-fuck at the beach), plus Susan's morning blowjob and titfuck fun. They even reviewed Alan "watching" them exercising in the basement. After Alan came and went for his quick lunch, they made up a prolonged pornographic fantasy together about what he'd do to Christine on the beach.

It was a near thing that they didn't resort to masturbation in front of each other, especially when they talked while they sunbathed in the nude. (Of course Suzanne would have been happy to do so, but she had to be mindful of what remained of Susan's reticence about such things.) There was a lot of talk about just how "squishy" they were, though. That became the operative word: "squish." For instance, if Suzanne asked Susan for feedback from a story, Susan might reply, "Oh, so arousing! That was a three-squisher. Squish! Squish! Squish!"

Meanwhile both of them would furtively rub their legs together and rub their pussies against almost any object that presented itself.

Susan frequently sat up in her lounge chair as if she were leaning towards Suzanne in rapt interest, but she really sat that way so she could sit with a particular metal bar of the lounge chair between her legs. Then she would slide up and down it as unobtrusively as she could. The bar helped, but wasn't quite enough to get her off. Susan grew to think of it as a game and tried to get away with as much as she could without Suzanne noticing.

Suzanne actually did notice it all, but she pretended not to, instead subtly trying to encourage Susan to do such things and more.

The end result was that Susan was kept almost constantly horny, but rarely was given any opportunity for real relief. She was antsy for Suzanne to leave, so she could she run to her room and bring herself off. But Suzanne didn't leave in the late morning like she usually did. She wanted to leave Susan extremely horny and unsatiated for when Alan returned, in the hopes that would spur Susan to override yet even more of her self-set boundaries.

In fact, Suzanne only left out the front door once she heard the garage door indicating Alan was parking the car there. She purposely just missed him, so all the focus would be on a very horny Susan.

Thus, when Alan got home, still wearing his swimsuit and T-shirt from the beach, Susan was bursting with energy, lust, and anticipation. She met him as he walked through the front door, and said, "How ya doing, Tiger? Need any help with your problem?"

She glanced at his crotch, and smiled to see a prominent bulge. As was happening more and more, Alan would get erect before even getting home, just from thinking about the reception that was awaiting him.

Alan was checking her out too, from head to toe. She was dressed in nothing but a towel, and held a bottle of liquid soap in her hand. Suzanne had talked her into wearing this, to greet Alan with a sexy surprise that could be removed in a flash.

He asked, "Did you just take a shower?"

"Yes. Funny coincidence, that." She couldn't stop smiling. She was slightly bouncing on her high heels, causing her tits to jiggle too.

"Mom, you never take a shower at this time of day." He reached out and touched her forehead where some hair was peeking out below the towel. "Not only that, but your hair isn't even wet. Not even slightly." He looked down to her feet. "Besides, who showers in high heels?"

She was a bit embarrassed, but that was blunted by her enthusiasm. "Oopsies. You got me. Sorry, Son. But sometimes your mommy gets so horny for cock that she can't even think straight."

He smiled wolfishly at his mother and stepped closer to her so that their bodies were mere inches from each other. "Is this one of those times?" he asked in a low whisper in her ear.

"All the time is 'horny for cock time' with your new-and-improved mother, Tiger," she answered with a slight blush. She'd been practicing with Suzanne on how to sound sexy, and she said that in a very sultry voice indeed.

He stepped away again, enabling him to better appreciate the view. If his dick hadn't been stiff before he walked in the house, the sight of her voluptuous body in just a towel would have immediately taken care of that. And if not that, her "new" sexy voice would have. She didn't realize that he was so horny from what happened with Christine at the beach that he didn't need any sexy inspiration at all.

Susan mock-complained, "Not only that, but this stupid towel is far too short, don't you think?" She wiggled in distress and tried to pull the towel down a bit further, seemingly to make sure it covered her pussy. But that caused it to slide farther down her boobs. Even a fraction of an inch more would start to expose her nipples.

She deliberately writhed her hips in a provocative manner while still slightly rocking on her heels. "Oh dear! Look what's happening. Son, this towel just isn't big enough for me!" The towel had been precariously clinging to her breasts due to her very erect nipples. But she gave it another tug, causing it to slide down to the bottom of her great globes. Only her arm under her rack prevented the towel from falling off her body altogether.

Alan was smiling from ear to ear. "You're right. It's not a good towel for you. Here, let me help you with that." He gave the towel a yank and pulled it clean away from her. He threw it across the room.

She squealed and pretended distress. "Oh, Tiger, now I'm all naked! Whatever will I do?" Even as she said this, she held the bottle of liquid soap with both hands. One hand was to keep it still while her other hand stroked up and down it in an obvious demonstration of what she wanted to do to him. She was already so aroused that the smell of her wet pussy filled the room.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," he quipped. He was in a very relaxed mood indeed. His calm sense of control and security had given him the courage to yank away the towel, something he normally wouldn't have done. Plus, he was just really damn horny.

They stood right next to the underwear cabinet where Susan had lots of clothes to wear, but that's not what she really wanted. Her heart was beating wildly as she tossed the bottle of liquid soap aside and tugged his swimsuit down below his erection. "Tiger. I lied to you about the shower. I'm so naughty. I'm so bad!"

With his swimsuit down to his thighs, she grasped his stiff cock like she'd discovered an ancient, priceless treasure. "I just wanted to greet you in a towel so it could fall off and you could see me completely naked like this. Isn't that too naughty?" She began to stroke his needy pole. "What kind of sinful, shameless, cock-hungry, big-titted mommy willfully flaunts her naked body for her son? Don't you think I deserve to be punished?"

"I do," he said, smiling with an agreeable nod. Knowing what was about to come, he guided her a few steps so she could kneel more comfortably on the living room carpet.

She kept a hand slipping and sliding on his cock all the while. She loved how it was already throbbing and hot. She noted, "Your cock is raring to go. I love it! Can I thank Christine for this? How did your beach trip go? Did you start the process of taming her? Did you get your hands on her perfect tits?"

"We'll talk later. But yeah, it was a great time. Why don't you drop to your knees and suck my cock? Worship it with your tongue. I think that will start to show you the error of your ways."

She giggled with glee as she fell to her knees. He said "Worship it!" I can't believe it! I ADORE that kind of language! He's really starting to take control. This has gone so far beyond just helping him with his orgasm problem. I love being one of his personal cocksuckers! My mouth belongs to my son now!

"I'm way ahead of you there, Son." She briefly held his cock so she could lovingly rub it against her cheek. But then she let go in order to quickly yank his swimsuit the rest of the way down his legs and off him. She desired full access to his cock and balls.

With her hands latched back on to his throbbing rod, she spoke with excitement, "I don't know if I can learn my lesson in just one day, though. It might take me YEARS of daily cocksucking to even BEGIN to see the error of my ways!"

With one hand pumping up and down his shaft, she licked the tip of his cockhead. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. Dear Lord, please give me the talent and passion to suck this cock like it needs to be sucked! Help me "worship it" like he demands. That's no disrespect to You, Lord. This is a very different kind of worship. Amen!

She was starting to cover more and more of his cockhead with her eager tongue. "If that's gonna be my punishment, then I guess I'll just have to suck it up, so to speak, and submit!" She craned her mouth open wide and began to slowly feed his erection into her mouth.

Alan grabbed the top of her head and pulled the towel she'd wrapped her hair in clean off for good measure, causing her beautiful, long, dark brown hair to cascade down her back. He grasped her hair tightly and held on to the back of her head as her mouth tried to mate with his cock.

"Mmmm. Now this is a nice welcome home," he mumbled, with shivers racing down his spine. He thought, Fuck me, man! It's so great to come home! Chills all over! Even my toes are curling! Look at her. She's already starting to do her corkscrew move. Hot damn! That one gets me every time!

And then, when I think about Christine's big tits in her tight blue bathing suit... WHOA! It blows my mind! I really should be fucking Mom's tits right now. If I can't even touch Christine's amazing cleavage, I can titfuck Mom's even MORE amazing and slightly larger tits! But this feels so good, I don't want it to stop!

With big tits on his mind, he asked, "Hey, Mom, rub your tits up against my legs while you're doing that, okay?"

"Mmmm hmmm!" Her boobs mashed up against his skin, conforming to the shape of his thighs.

That only added to his overall pleasure, feeling her soft melons slide all over his skin. It seemed like her massive hooters completely enveloped his legs. He loved the feeling of her hard nipples as they pressed insistently into his skin, especially since he was imagining they belonged to Christine.

He further suggested, "Speaking of rubbing, if you're still keeping to that dumb rule that I can't touch your pussy, then I hope you'll take care of that area yourself. It really turns me on to see a woman masturbate, and get off with a big orgasm."

She stopped sucking momentarily to talk. He thought she'd say something like, "Are you sure? That's so improper." But instead, she muttered as she reverted to licking for a while, "Cock! Mmmm. Big cock in Mommy's mouth. Fills me up. Hot load. So delish. So naughty. MMMM! Yummy, yummy cock! Mmmm..." She fingered her clit, and as she grew more excited she slurped even louder than before.

With the mention of punishing her, he felt inspired to playfully slap her on the butt, so he bent down and did so. It was far too mild a slap to count as a spanking, but it still seemed to drive her into a frenzy.

She nearly came on the spot when she felt that smack. That spurred her to suck on his erection like it was the most important task in her entire life. She frigged her slit faster and faster as she thought, Dear Lord, have mercy on me! This is so wrong! So debauched! I should be doing this just for him and his medical benefit, 'cos when I play with my pussy, it shows that I'm doing it for me too! But I can't stop. Can't stop! He told me to "worship" his cock with my tongue, and that's exactly what I'm doing!

And if I do, he'll SPANK ME! Oh no! That's the ultimate disrespect of parental authority! SO HOT! But that's 'cos I'm less his parent now, and more his personal sex toy! UNGH! HRRNG!

A couple of minutes passed. It was impossible to tell which of them was enjoying this experience more, because they were both flying so high.

Her head repeatedly tilted this way and that while sliding forward and back. She was going all out to give him maximum pleasure. Son, I love you so much! Can you feel it? Can you feel it with my tongue? Or with my lips sliding tightly over your incredible cock? Or with my fingers jacking all these thick inches of naughty son-cock? MMMM! Talking with Suzanne about serving this cock is too much fun, but actually doing it is ten times better!

And the spanking! Jesus, oh Jesus up in Heaven, please don't judge me harshly. How can I resist him when he talks about spanking me like that?! So hot! Too hot! Mmmm! Mmmm! Cock! In my mouth! I need to reward him! To worship this! I neeeed it!

She didn't want to pull off long enough to speak, so she mumbled around his shaft, "Thun, arr you gonnn thpanne me moah?"

She'd said, "Son, are you gonna spank me more?" but it was too muffled for him to understand.

So she reached back and slapped her own hip, to give him a better idea. Her tightly-suctioned lips continued their relentless sliding all the while. She wanted his cum now!

He finally got the hint. He bent down again and slapped her ass a few more times while saying, "Bad Mom! Bad Mommy! Bad mommies get spanked!"

Even though he could barely reach her ass, much less really whack it, those slaps, plus his inadvertent use of the word "Mommy," pushed her over the edge, giving her a great orgasm. She completely let go of his boner and played with both her slit and clit while her body shivered and shook.

For a minute or more, she gave him an excellent "hummer," because her lips hummed and trembled around his shaft. At times, she even screamed despite the fact her mouth was still crammed full.

Though it all, she was determined to never take his pole out of her mouth, and she succeeded in that. Soon enough, she was happily slurping, stroking, and licking it again. I am a bad mommy! Bad, bad mommy! When I cum like that, it shows my motives are all wrong. I have to be selfless. It's not about my pleasure; it's all about servicing his powerful cock!

She brought the hand that had been fingering her slit up to his balls, and she lovingly fondled them. Remember, my never-ending goal is to coax the billions of spermies out of these lovely things. Tiger suffers so much if they start to fill up. It really is a full time job for me helping him drain these dry over and over again, every single day. That's what I need to focus on doing from now on. Mmmm! Such is my yummy fate! Although, I can't forget Akami said it's not only about helping him cum many times a day, but keeping him riding on the edge of orgasmic nirvana for as long as possible too. My own possible orgasms don't even figure into it.

She was still playing with his balls, on top of her busy cock stroking and sucking. But... that said... I suppose there's no harm if I accidentally have one or two from time to time, is there? I get so worked up that it kind of can't be avoided.

Somehow, he sensed that she was stepping her efforts up yet another notch. He hadn't thought it was possible that she could do more to make him feel total sexual euphoria than she already was. Hot damn! Such a constant, intense, erotic buzz. Would fucking Mom feel even BETTER than this? The mind boggles!

She spent a long time sucking him. Suzanne had also told her a lot about deep throating earlier in the day and she tried her best to do it, but she couldn't get the hang of it at all. She had to give up again, although from time to time she experimented with swallowing enough of his shaft to begin choking and gagging on it. She certainly didn't want to get sick, but she thrilled to the idea that he was "forcing" her to choke on his thickness (when in fact he had no such intention, and couldn't understand why she kept doing that).

She also loved the mere sound of the choking and struggling. It made her feel like she was being totally dominated by his cock, and that she had no choice but to suck and serve.


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