6 Times a Day

The next morning, Alan woke up bright and early, excited about the new day. He'd been worried about Susan's state of mind lately, but he felt very encouraged after Susan's "goodnight kiss and tuck-in" the night before. And what he'd considered a Brenda problem - the necessity for him to seduce her to protect the family incest secret - had turned into a Brenda opportunity in his mind, after Suzanne's confidence-boosting training. He didn't worry much about that.

But more importantly in his mind, he was acutely aware of what day it was. Woo-hoo! Tuesday! This is rapidly becoming my favorite day of the week. If the pattern of the past two weeks holds, Mom is gonna jack me off, at the very least. This whole weekly 'abnormality check' thing sounds pretty weird, but what do I care? My super busty, super loving mom! Heck, given the way she's been acting lately when she gets horny, I wouldn't be surprised if she gives me a blowjob too! The past couple of days have been pretty great when it comes to that.

He felt like a young kid on Christmas morning, although no young kid could have been as horny. His dick was erect even before he got out of bed.

When he got downstairs, Susan was there all alone. He'd set his alarm about half an hour earlier than usual, with the hope that he could have some time with her before Katherine came downstairs. To his great joy, he noticed from the dishes still on the dining room table that Ron had already eaten his breakfast and gone to work. All right! Excellent. Just Mom and me.

He waved hello, and she waved back. But just from that little exchange she started blushing heavily.

Cool, he thought. Sweetness. She's really nervous, and she doesn't seem to be in one of her prudish moods. After that "goodnight kiss and tuck-in" last night, she must be really horny. She knows as well as I do that today's a Tuesday. I'll bet she's struggling not to just up and suck my cock right now. She's so fuckin' HOT, and STACKED, and she's totally ready for action! If I can just get a little more aggressive, something good is bound to happen. Maybe more tit fondling with my supermodel, centerfold mom! Oh man. I get so hard just thinking about it!

He walked up to her, gave her a brief good-morning hug and said, "Hey, Mom, how are you today? Feeling good? I'm feeling great! Yesterday was a great day. What are you thinking?"

"Well, I'm thinking that I might have taken things a little too far last night with the way I tucked you in. But overall I'm feeling pretty proud of myself, because I managed to resist serious temptation."

"Good. Did Ron leave for work?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact he just did."

"Great! I was thinking that we-"

She exclaimed, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

He had started to fondle her breasts through her clothes while he continued hugging her. But his hands froze as he said, "I'm just doing what I did last night. Is that a problem?"

"You bet it is! You can't just walk up to me and fondle my breasts any time you feel like it, you know. There's a time and a place for that kind of thing."

"Okay. Sorry!" Hurt and confused, he withdrew his hands and broke the hug. "So when is the proper time?"

She explained, "Last night was a special occasion because I gave you permission as part of an exercise for us in practicing self-control. If there are other such special occasions I'll let you know. Otherwise, you need to ask permission first before touching me there."

"Okay. Sorry, Mom." While he accepted that restriction as reasonable, he was still terribly horny and didn't want to be denied completely. His hands went down to her ass instead.

She practically shrieked, "Tiiiiiiger! What do you think you're doing now?!"

"I'm getting your attention. Don't you remember? You told me that I could fondle your ass at any time to show you when I'm horny. Well, I'm horny now." He pressed in close so his hot erection rubbed up against her right hip.

"Oh dear. I did say that, didn't I? What was I thinking?!"

"I don't know. But I'm sure glad you said it. And I may have a lot of 'getting your attention' to do to make you see just how horny I am."

He'd been fondling her ass over her pale green dress, but now he lifted the dress and came into contact with her panties.

He said disapprovingly, as if he were the parent, "Mom, what's this? You know you're not allowed to wear underwear in this house. Do you have a good excuse for this?"

She bowed her head bashfully in defeat. "I'm sorry, but Ron ... he just left literally a minute or two ago, just before you came in. Suzanne said I'm allowed to wear them when he's around. After all, we don't want him to suspect anything."

"True, but I don't see him now. So what are you waiting for?"

"You want me to take my panties off? Right here? But that's so humiliating: I'm your mother!"

"Hey, I didn't make the rules. Besides, as Aunt Suzy has pointed out, I get to decide what you wear and when. I don't want to see any hypocrisy here. Why is it that you're so keen to enforce the rules you DO want, like no tit fondling, but not the ones you don't want?"

She sighed. "Very well. I can't believe the things you make me do."

But despite her appearance of reluctance, she was secretly delighted that he was acting unusually aggressive and "forcing" her to do erotic things. She bent over at a right angle, spread her legs a bit, flipped her dress up over her butt, and pulled her panties down ever so slowly. Although she suggestively wiggled her ass as she did so, despite her inner eagerness she somehow gave the impression that she was reluctant about doing the whole thing. That made her actions look even more titillating.

As soon as she'd pulled her panties all the way down her legs and removed them, he reached out and resumed fondling her ass. This time he could see and feel her bare skin.

She was so surprised at his action, or at least seemed so surprised, that she immediately stood back up. "Tiiiiiiger! What are you doing?!"

"I'm getting your attention."

She sighed theatrically. "Well okay, if you must. But remember, 'getting my attention' only involves the ass. You can't put your fingers in my most private place."

In fact, he had been working fast and was already rubbing two fingers across her slit. But he said, "Okay, I'll stay clear of there if you spread your legs a little wider. Remember, you're supposed to be helping with visual stimulation too."

"Oh, poo! You meanie! You're incorrigible." But she spread her legs.

She just remained there, bending over the sink, while he explored her ass cheeks with both hands. The way she was bent forward allowed her dress to hang around her lower back most of the time, although sometimes he would have to tug it back up to continue his unimpeded fondling.

She thought, This is so humiliating! This is NOT how I thought my morning would go. He's got me bent over with my ass sticking out at an obscene angle like I'm some kind of sexual plaything for him! Why can't I tell him to stop? If I really insisted, I'm sure he would. Maybe that's what I should do. Why do his hands have to feel so damn good on my ass?! This is wrong! It's depraved!

After about a minute of exploring her ass, he started to make small talk. "You know what I'm thinking about?"

"What?" she pleaded. "And Tiger, no pussy! You promised."

He was repeatedly rubbing her perineum (the space between her anus and pussy), but his fingers had wandered a bit too far over her labia. He withdrew them ever so slightly, but kept working on her sensitive perineum area. "Sorry. It's just that I'm thinking about my new alarm clock."

"Your new alarm clock? You've got a new one? What does that have to do with anything?"

"You don't remember? If I recall, I believe you called that alarm clock the 'cock hungry mother.'"

Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into her consciousness. She recalled that fateful Tuesday two weeks before when she'd nearly lost all control with him, and how she woke him up with a blowjob and called herself an "alarm clock" with that name.

She was so shocked that she spun around and pushed her dress down. "Alan! Let's not speak about that again! I think you've got my attention plenty by now. Enough attention getting!" She was miffed, but not that miffed, because her arousal was dulling all her other emotions.

He was disappointed. He was having so much fun playing with his mother's body that he didn't want it to stop. He would have been more than happy to knead her peachy ass flesh all morning and see just how wet he could make her. Although he obediently followed her orders and withdrew his hands, he tried to think of some kind of new angle to justify more play.

Then a thought came to him. "Okay. Sorry again. It's just that you're so sexy. But are you wearing a bra too? You know that's not allowed either."

"Tiger! You're a real trial this morning, you know that? You know I'm wearing a bra; I'm sure you got a good feel of that earlier. But what am I supposed to do about it? Look at this dress."

She had chosen a high-collared dress because she'd been in a fairly prudish mood when she awoke and hoped it would discourage her son's attentions. But now her choice had backfired on her: there really was no way for her to reach under the dress to remove the bra.

"You'll just have to take the dress off first," he pointed out, trying to hide his glee.

"But Tiger," she pouted. "Can't I just take the bra off later?"

"Rules are rules." He had never been so happy about house rules before, even though he wasn't quite sure where this particular rule had come from in the first place.

She looked around the kitchen frantically, as if trying to find an escape she could exit. "But what about my Angel? She could come down at any minute. Do you want her to see her mother standing naked in the kitchen?"

He honestly wouldn't have minded that too much, but he said, "Sis is still sleeping like a baby. You know her alarm won't wake her up for another fifteen minutes or so, and she has a normal alarm clock."

She blushed like a new bride at that oblique reference to cocksucking. She complained in a desperate voice, "But she could come down earlier than that. You did."

He pressed her, "Well then, the sooner you get it over with, the safer you'll be. We can't have you running around with a bra all day."

"Fine!" She complained hotly as she began pulling her dress over her head. "But I'm not happy about this. Not one bit! Somehow, you always seem to find a way to get me out of all my clothes, and it's not fair! It's so improper."

He waited until she had the dress on the counter and her bra in her hands, then put his hands back on her ass and resumed his fondling.

"Tiger! What's gotten into you?! What's your excuse this time?"

He grinned mischievously. "Well, I'm just getting your attention again, 'cos you've got me even more aroused than before and I'm supposed to let you know that."

"You're dangerous! I want you to go to the breakfast table and sit down. You're really pushing your luck this morning, buster!" But despite her firm words, her rising lust was obvious in her tone of voice.

He said "Okay" but left his hands on her butt. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack as he said, "But no underwear, right? All the time! Every day!"

She bowed her head again, this time even more submissively. "Yes, yes, yes, already! I'm sorry I broke the rules and I'll keep my undies off from now on, at least when your father's not at home. Is that okay with you?"

He was feeling a bit devilish, so he probed her ass crack as he replied, "Yes, so long as you get permission from me or Aunt Suzy first if you have some special need to put them on."

She grumbled, "Oh, very well. But please! Control yourself. Is my ass really that interesting to you?"

He grinned in triumph while he continued freely kneading healthy handfuls of ass flesh. "Yes it is."

"What's so interesting about it, anyway?"

"Well, you see here?" He firmly cupped both her ass cheeks again and jiggled them up and down a little bit. "There's just something special about how you're so firm, yet so squeezable here. I think it shows how much your daily exercising is paying off. When you tense your ass muscles" - she immediately did so - "you have buns of steel! But when you relax them" - she did that too - "you're so soft and pliable. It's almost like a fluffy marshmallow, so inviting and yielding. How is that? I think I need to explore this mystery with much more kneading and groping."

She laughed, despite her best efforts to stay stern. "Perhaps, but not now! Behave yourself, okay? You have my full attention, so there's no excuse anymore."

He was having more fun than he could believe, but he realized that he was pushing his luck. "Thanks, Mom." He removed his hands from her ass, kissed the top of her head, and went to the dining room.

His erection was so hard and unsatisfied after all that teasing that he thought he was discovering just how painful blue balls could be. But he figured he was on thin ice already, so to do something bold like take his boner out to stroke it would be downright unwise. He definitely didn't want to drive her into another prudish mood swing. Besides, he still needed to shower before school, so he figured he could jack off in the bathroom.

He could still see most of Susan's naked body, because the only thing separating the kitchen and dining room was a high counter. Rather than go all the way to the breakfast table, he chose to eat at the counter so that sitting on a high stool he continued to have a great view of his voluptuous mother.

She walked from the stove to the sink and back again, doing her usual cooking tasks. She had prepared Samoan coconut tapioca porridge with honeydew slices for them this morning. But her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were erect, because she knew that he was closely watching her every move. I'm totally naked! Buck naked! Starkers! This is not right. Wait! What am I waiting for? I can just put my dress back on. He can't object to that, as long as I don't wear undies. Ha-ha! I got him, for once!