6 Times a Day

223 Aim for my face - Suzanne

It only took a minute for Susan to put her high heels on. She still wasn't exactly sure why she needed them, but Suzanne had been touting high heels so much lately that she felt better and sexier having them on. And she saw the hungry way Alan looked at her when she wore them (though to be honest he looked at her like he was a starving man and she was an eight-course dinner nearly all the time, no matter what she was wearing).

However, she hesitated before leaving her room. She paced around, thinking, I don't know. I just don't know! It's true I need to check if this top looks improper, but Suzanne's been acting so strange lately. If I go in there, there's no telling just WHAT kind of lewd and licentious behavior might be going on! She could be stroking his lovely member, or blowing it, or, or... worse!

And since when did Tiger get total say over what I can wear? I sure wish I would have understood that when I agreed to this no panties rule. I guess it's too late now. I just hope he doesn't abuse the rule. I mean, we also could be eating as a family at dinner, with Ron there too, and Tiger could just announce out of the blue, "Mom. Strip. Now." And then I'd have to stand up and take all my clothes off! Ron would see I hadn't been wearing any underwear in the first place. It would just be like some of my dreams lately, which is definitely not a good thing. And what could I say to my husband then? The worst part of it is that I know the whole thing would get me so uncontrollably horny that I'd probably drop to my knees and stuff my son's monstrous member deep down my throat, even if he didn't ask me to!

Oh dear. I'm getting all wet again. That's another problem with this no undies rule. I'm staining all my clothes and just about every chair I sit on. I'm going to have to ask Suzanne what to do about that.

What if she says the solution is to just go completely bare assed and sit only on plastic chairs? God, that makes me so HOT! My bare pussy would be creaming just about everywhere I go! Heck, it already is; the only difference would be going naked all the time, which means Tiger would be fondling my breasts more often. Heck, even that wouldn't be so different, the way he's always talking me out of my clothes. Oh! So hot!

I really should wait and calm down before I go in there. I'm burning up from head to toe. At the very least, I should wait until my breasts stop heaving like this. But on the other hand, the longer I wait, the more likely it is that Suzanne will have started doing something sinful and naughty.

She decided to breathe deeply and count slowly to ten before leaving her room. However, that hardly helped at all, and she was panting with excitement before she even reached Alan's door.

She knocked. "Tiger? You in there?"

"Yeah, Mom!" he shouted back.

Suzanne doubted anyone could hear a reasonably quiet voice through the door, but even so she whispered at a nearly inaudible level just to be safe, "Sweetie, that's her. Finally. Now, I don't want to plot with you, but just keep in mind it would be a good thing if you could steer the conversation around to ordering her to take her clothes off."

"What?!" he whispered back incredulously. Between Suzanne saying that and the way she was lapping around his cockhead, he worried he'd cum in the next minute and spook Susan in the process.

Suzanne quickly added, "Oh, and if she complains that things are 'terribly improper,' point out that you're wearing your T-shirt."

"Huh?"

"Shhhh!"

"Can I come in?" Susan asked through the door. "Are you decent?"

Alan spoke loudly so she could hear. "Um, pretty much."

Susan cautiously opened the door. She gasped in surprise at the sight of Suzanne kneeling before him while lovingly stroking his slippery erection. But what really got her pussy throbbing was seeing Suzanne's head bent down and alternately licking and blowing on it too.

"Suzanne! What's going on here?!"

Suzanne was grateful Susan had taken some extra minutes to arrive, because that gave her the excuse to say what she did. "What does it look like?" She smiled, as calm as could be. "Just helping Sweetie with his problem. You took so long that I didn't think you were coming. Do you mind?"

"D-d-d-d-do I mind?" Susan's eyes were fixated on Alan's firm erection. Suzanne had cleverly positioned herself to make sure Susan had a good view from the door.

Susan's anger morphed into a too-long suppressed hunger for cock. After nearly a minute, a very long minute, she snapped out of it enough to reply, "Yes! Of course I mind!"

Suzanne's hands were steadily sliding all over Alan's dick while she waited for an answer. Then she finally deigned to look up at Susan and calmly asked, "And why should that be?" Even as she talked, she kept blowing on his bulbous crown.

Alan just kept his head low and tried to stay out of any argument.

However, Susan turned on him. "Son, you said you were decent?! You call this decent?! This is, this is... just... terribly improper!"

He almost laughed, since Suzanne had all but predicted that she'd say almost those exact words. He looked down at himself. "Well, I am still wearing a T-shirt. I would be pretty decent if it wasn't for what Aunt Suzy's doing to me." It was a lame answer, but Suzanne had told him to say it. Besides, he couldn't come up with anything better since the blood had left his brain, heading south, due to what Suzanne was doing to him at that moment.

There was another pause. Susan was too transfixed by the handjob to think. Finally, she nervously asked, "Suzanne, what if it wasn't me who walked in? I mean, what I mean is, what if it had been my husband, or Angel, or, or, or... your daughter Amy who had walked in here? Especially my husband?! What would you have said?"

"That wouldn't have happened," Suzanne replied matter-of-factly while she continued to lazily stroke and blow air on Alan's rod. She didn't even particularly look in Susan's direction or seemingly pay much attention to her presence. "I knew it would be you. Remember how you spoke through the door? Obviously if it was someone else, I would have stopped and taken the proper precautions. Now, did you have a question to ask? Have you forgotten what you came in here for?"

Suzanne returned her gaze to the hard dick right in front of her face, and caressed it lovingly. She let out a particularly big breath of air onto Alan's spongy cockhead, causing him to shiver all over.

Susan found herself walking further into the room. The fear of getting caught gave her the presence of mind to at least close and lock the door behind her. She closed her eyes and said, "Um, I just won't look." She walked to the stereo and turned the music way down, to the point that it might as well have been turned off. "What have I told you about playing your rock and roll music so loud?" she complained in a very typically mothering way.

The song currently playing was "In the Midnight Hour" by Wilson Pickett. Alan wanted to point out that was actually soul, not rock, but he knew Susan didn't know and didn't care. She'd been raised so traditionally that she still had a lingering sense that rock music was somehow immoral.

Susan cleared her throat and continued, "Anyway, Son, if you could tear your attention away from, uh..." She coughed nervously as she gawked at the handjob a few feet in front of her. "Um, in any case, the reason I came in was to ask you a question. Do you notice anything unusual about the way I'm dressed?"

He had been luxuriating in Suzanne's ministrations so much that he hadn't been paying much attention to Susan's appearance after noticing that she was wearing her frumpy old-styled clothes. But now he gave her a more thorough visual examination.

The first thing he noticed was that Susan's chest was heaving up and down so much that it was almost like she was jumping slightly. He saw her hard nipples poking out and knew immediately that she was braless. He decided she was worth checking out after all.

Before he said anything, Susan asked, "Do you think... Er... What do you think Ron would think of this outfit?"

He knew that Susan wanted a certain answer, but he didn't know what it was. He wished Suzanne could have clued him in a bit more, after all. He decided to use the old psychologist trick of stalling for time by answering a question with a question. "What do YOU think?"

Susan found herself staring at him again, and her eyes ended up glued to his crotch. Belatedly realizing this, she turned away and said, "I can't do this. I'd better come back later when you two are done. How can I hold a conversation with you when you're ... you're... doing you-know-what?!"

"Doing what?" Suzanne asked with false cluelessness. She talked in an exaggeratedly breathy manner, which meant every word she said nearly popped Alan's cork. She wanted to alternate that with licks as well, but she was restraining herself so as to not freak out Susan too much, and out of concern that Alan would cum too soon.

"You know what I mean!" Susan pointed with her finger at Alan's crotch. "That! Your hand is pumping... Your fist is around his... Sliding up and down and up and down and... and... And your tongue doing... Breathy... You know! His thing!" Her words came out more like panting.

"What thing?" Suzanne loved to play dumb.

"His member. His penis! You know - his great big pumping and throbbing... Well, his erection!" Susan was bug-eyed now as she blatantly stared at where Suzanne was stimulating her son. Her chest was heaving even more than before, if such a thing was possible. It was as if she were jogging in place, yet her legs kept mostly still, aside from some nervous shifting back and forth. The cause was all her panting plus her lack of breast support.

Alan was glancing occasionally at his mother, whose braless voluptuousness was raising his level of excitement even higher.

Suzanne was nonchalant. "Oh. His erection. If you feel that way, then fine. I'll just finish up here, then, so we can talk after that. Or would you rather that I stop and you take over? My hands are getting so tired. It seems his penis is insatiable."

Susan licked her lips unconsciously and her eyes opened even wider. "Um, no, you can finish."

"Oh goody! That's so generous of you to give me his sweet, sweet love nectar. Sweetie, are you ready to cum?"

"Oh, yes!" was all a barely-coherent Alan could manage in reply.

Suzanne began to rub him more vigorously, especially right on his sweet spot. Since he had been on the edge of an orgasm so long, it didn't take him much to cross over. "Then be a dear, Sweetie, and cum. Did you hear your mother? She wants you to cum for her!"

His loud grunts and the pained look on his face indicated he'd blow within seconds.

Suzanne tried to think of where he should deposit his cum, but realized there wasn't a good place that would satisfy Susan's prudish side. "Quick, Susan, where should he cum?" she finally asked.

Susan was still transfixed, her eyes still wide open. At first the question didn't even register. Then she started thinking about all the places she would want it on herself. The chest is good. I remember when he splashed a big sticky rope right on my left nipple. Tiger loves that I'm his big-titted mommy! But the face is better. And the mouth! Right in the mouth! To guzzle it all down!

Susan was so busy fantasizing that she didn't actually say anything out loud.

There was no time for feedback in any case. Suzanne cried out, "Too late! Sweetie, aim for my face!"

Alan's load shot towards Suzanne's face from several inches away. His hot semen zoomed straight towards her cheek like a rocket, splashing against her skin.

But after the first two shots of cum squirted out, Suzanne opened her mouth wide and quickly redirected his aim with her hand so that his cum mostly ended up inside her gaping maw instead.

Susan thought, So IMPROPER! even as she licked her lips hungrily and had to staunch a buildup of saliva. She was thinking that if she'd been in Suzanne's shoes, she would have had all of Alan's cockhead in her mouth and been bobbing frantically on it to help make sure she coaxed every last little bit of cum out of him.

Suzanne closed the distance until her mouth was almost on his prick, like she had leaned into a drinking fountain for a delicious, cool drink. She moaned extra lustily, for Susan's benefit. She took most of the rest of his many ropes without making much more of a mess.

"There, that wasn't so messy, was it?" Suzanne said as she stood up and faced Susan. She smiled at her friend as she ran her fingers over her face, swept up Alan's gobs of cum, and slowly sucked them into her mouth. She repeatedly licked her fingers like she was cleaning them of a delicious sauce. However, she made sure to leave her face quite cummy.

Susan's mouth just opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. She unconsciously clenched her legs together because her pussy pulsed with a mind of its own. She staggered backwards and propped herself against a wall. Then she climaxed, despite being fully dressed and not touching her privates. Although she was able to remain silent, her entire body spasmed and trembled.

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