6 Times a Day

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Susan focused her anger on Alan, crossing his bedroom to stand right in front of him.

Alan sat on the edge of his bed with nothing on. His penis was a semi-turgid, gooey mess. His thighs too were dripping with errant cum streaks. He considered covering up his crotch with his hands, but then he looked up at his steaming mad mother.

Somehow, he found the rare instances of her being really angry extremely arousing. Partly it was because she had a habit when she was upset of crossing her arms beneath her tits, pushing them up and out, as she was doing at the moment. But mostly it was her face, which was flushed and intensely passionate.

He figured that if he held onto his dick, he might find himself unconsciously stroking it before long, just as Katherine had been busted for doing. So he decided to keep his hands clear of that area and think unsexy thoughts. He let his cummy dick just lie on his thigh in open view.

Susan's if-looks-could-kill eyes were now aimed at him. "Alan Evan Plummer! Am I ANGRY! Just because I'm not going to punish you doesn't mean you're off the hook!"

He knew that whenever she called him by his first and last name, it was a bad sign. To throw in his middle name on top of that was the Plummer family version of being sent to death row.

"But Mom!" he bravely defended himself. "Don't blame me! We were right on the edge of climax when you came in. I can't help my body. You know I can't stop these things once they get started. My body just takes over. My body betrayed me! I'm sorry!"

She nearly snarled, "Your 'body.' You mean THAT." She pointed at his penis. It was going flaccid quite rapidly. "As usual lately, that's the source of all our troubles. Your member has turned this house upside down!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! It's like what you were just saying to Sis, how I have great needs. The doctor said I have to climax six times a day, each time after prolonged stimulation. What am I supposed to do?! That's what I have to do!"

Susan was calming down, especially since she her jealousy had made her angrier at Katherine and Katherine was gone. After a pause, she spat out tersely, "I know, I know. But darn it, why does it, why does it have to be so BIG?!"

Alan hadn't expected that. He had to redouble his efforts to stay limp and not rebound immediately to full hardness, but he was losing the battle. Seeing her all angry was just too arousing for him. Additionally, he couldn't help but notice that an angry fist she'd been holding in front of her chest was now pumping up and down ever so slightly, as if her subconscious wanted to jack him off.

She continued to stand near the door and stare at him, though her facial expression had become slightly less angry. For what seemed like the thousandth time in recent weeks, he stared at her huge tits, which as usual made it difficult for him to think rationally.

Her nightie didn't particularly highlight her boobs, at least not compared to some of the other things she'd been wearing lately, but that didn't matter. It occurred to him that it was almost irrelevant what she wore anymore; everything about his sexy mother got him hard. Besides, he now knew every inch of her body so well from constant staring, not to mention frequently fondling, that when she was clothed he was able to imagine her naked and visualize that perfectly.

He noticed too that her anger was not that much different from her arousal: her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. In fact, he was pretty sure that the anger was fading and the arousal was taking over, in part because he could see the lower half of her pussy. He noticed that she was getting quite wet.

She went on, slightly less menacingly, "Why does it have to be so thick and hard and tasty all the time? Nine or ten inches, at the very least."

In fact, it was slightly less than eight inches, and he'd told her that numerous times, but she kept insisting that it must be two inches longer.

She raved, "Look! It's getting erect again even as I speak, God dammit! And so delicious! Damn you! How do you expect me to be a good, responsible mother in the face of all that spermy goodness? Stop being so sexy!"

She pointed at his dick with an outstretched arm while using her other hand to block her view. She made it seem as if Alan had some unholy demon between his legs that was too dangerous to even look at.

He was calmer now. He could clearly see her anger passing and her lust rising. "Mom, I can't help it. That's just how it is."

"I know. But it's not fair! Not fair!" She stared at his long, fat prick more overtly now. Her hands were clenched into fists, and she suddenly shook them in the air in abject frustration. "I try to run a respectable house here. But your sister obeys the throbs of your cock more than the weight of my words. She was sucking you off! Cocksucking! My innocent Angel! Did you see her face? Covered in sperm. Absolutely soaking in it! Obscene. Completely obscene! And of course you had to splooge out a really huge load, as usual. Her face was just..."

Her voice trailed off, in part because she was tempted to say "sexy" or "hot." Seeing Alan shoot his load all over Katherine's face had aroused her more than she was willing to admit even to herself.

She concluded helplessly, "What am I going to do?!"

In a flash, the remnants of Susan's anger faded away, to be replaced by anguish and defeat. Utterly drained, she sat on the bed next to him. She pointed at his rapidly engorging penis. "And look at that thing! It didn't even have time to get flaccid before it gets hard as steel again. What am I supposed to do with it? It just keeps needing to cum and cum and cum, and it never stops!"

He looked over at her face, and felt like his heart would break to see her so sad. He thought, Look at that. This is why I could never purposely go against her will or make her mad. I have to make her feel better! Come on; don't be sad, Mom!

He put his arm around her shoulders and hugged. "Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry." He could see that she was right on the verge of tears. "It's not your fault. It's my dick that's to blame. And this treatment. All this six-times-a-day stuff has made my dick extremely excitable all the time. Like right now. It has a mind of its own. I'm sorry Mom. I don't mean to blame you, but it tends to get like this whenever you're near."

Both of them looked down at his still exposed, slippery crotch. His dick was suddenly harder than ever, even twitching in the air as if looking for a tight female hole to fill.

That sight seemed to divert Susan from her sadness. Despite her anguish, she couldn't help but think, Look how hard I get him. And so fast. He just came minutes ago, and now he's like steel all over again, because of me! Is it my nightie? Or is it my body? I think it's my body, 'cos I have much sexier nighties these days. I wonder how much more he'd love it if I took my nightie all the way off.

He said pleadingly, "Don't blame Sis, okay? She sees how I have needs, and she was just trying to help. She was just doing what you and Aunt Suzy have already done; what's wrong with that? The two of you couldn't always be here to help, so she stepped in."

He could feel Susan trembling in his partial embrace. "I just can't imagine my darling Tiger with my sweet Angel. It's just too ... strange! Your medical treatment is simply too much for me to take sometimes."

She inhaled deeply and realized how much the room smelled like her son's cum. Oh dear. He really has to air this place out. It's so stuffy and smelly. She looked at the open door. I wish we had more privacy. It would look awkward if I got up and closed the door now.

"Mom, don't you think you're being too harsh on Sis? This wasn't the first time, that's true. But she should be commended, not punished. When I was hanging out with her and Amy, they were helping out with visual stimulation and so my dick got stiff. Really stiff, so much that it hurt. Blue balls. She saw my suffering and her heart went out to the brother she loves. Once Amy left, she tried her best to help out. She's seen what you and Aunt Suzy are doing, and she felt she needed to handle her share of the load. Er, so to speak." He grimaced at the accidental double meaning. "Even if it wasn't something sexual and pleasurable, she still would have done the same, because that's the kind of person she is."

He rubbed Susan's back comfortingly. Her nightie had very little fabric in the back, which let him be acutely aware of the sensual feel of his hand sliding against her silky skin. He was also quite conscious that he was still totally nude and that she was dressed in nothing but a skimpy nightie. Despite all the emotional distress, he nonetheless found himself horny as hell. The fact that she kept mentioning how big, thick, and tasty his cock was certainly contributed to that mood.

Her body language welcomed his touch, but she nonetheless began to cry. "I must be a horrible mother. To have my son... with my daughter..." She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed.

"There, there, it's not your fault," he consoled her. "It's nobody's fault. It's just biological. I have certain needs that have to be taken care of, thanks to this crazy medical situation. She was just trying to help. It's not incest; it's just the same as how you and Aunt Suzy have been helping me..."

"I know, I know, but..." she cried. "But it's just... It feels wrong. Even merely hearing that word makes me queasy! The 'I' word. I know where she's coming from, but other people wouldn't understand. I just can't see how we could be put in this situation with that doctor's approval. It's crazy! I mean, she took such a big load right in the middle of her face! Did you see that? Your special seed completely soaking her face? All that fresh, potent sperm dripping down her cheeks?"

"It's called a facial, Mom. Or a pearl necklace. Although I guess that's more used when doing it on the chest."

"I know that. Suzanne's been teaching me things. You've painted my face enough times for me to know that term VERY well." She huffed at that, but it was increasing her arousal as well.

She went on, "But how am I supposed to react to that sexy sight, even if she had good intentions? Not to mention the sight of your pumping cock shooting out all that sperm. I meant, uh, your penis, or er, member. Penis, let's call it. Seeing that is rather, uh, troublesome. Not to mention coming here and seeing your thick, uh, penis buried up to the hilt in her mouth! How much can I take? This just isn't normal. And I'm worried. Two young people like you might be well intentioned and just trying to follow the doctor's orders at first, but do you know when to stop?"

"I know, Mom. It's weird. But please don't be mad at me or Sis, okay? Why don't you go to her now and have a talk about boundaries? Now that she and I have done this much already, what's the harm of her helping me out sometimes, if she understands the same limits that you gave Aunt Suzy? I need all the help I can get. Especially while Ron was here, you and Aunt Suzy weren't helping enough. Actually, Aunt Suzy tried, but you wouldn't let her either. It's been SO difficult for me to cum six times a day. You wouldn't even understand how tough it is! I've been having blue balls all the time, all week long!"

He wasn't really lying overtly; he was just playing up his so-called "needs" to gain sympathy.

Susan looked at his crotch once more. His prick was very erect and VERY inviting. Very insistently erect. She looked at the door to the room, which still hung open. She again consciously smelled the room. The scent of cum made her weak in the knees and drove all reason from her brain.

She'd been longing to suck his cock so badly since dropping Ron at the airport that she was practically aching with need. She remembered when she'd given Suzanne her punishment the day before yesterday. Then she'd envisioned that she'd be sucking Alan off four times a day at least, but it hadn't worked out that way at all. Her need was simply overwhelming.

She wrung her hands together and fidgeted. It was all she could do not to just lean over and force her mouth onto his erection while grabbing the base with her hands, pumping it both orally and manually until she was rewarded with a big load. But she held back, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," she said contritely. "Your father obviously wouldn't understand any of this, so I've been staying away from you, and trying to keep everyone else away from you. I haven't been that successful, but I've been trying. I forgot how difficult it must be for you. When your penis was hurting on Tuesday, it must have been because you had to do it yourself, without anyone helping. We can't have that. And I can't forgive myself for aiding and abetting your Onanistic sin last night. I'll try... I'll try to be better."

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