6 Times a Day

Katherine came home late. Mother and son covered up when they heard her come in, and they wouldn't say a word about what they'd done. Still, Katherine didn't need to be a psychic to have a general idea that they'd had a lot of fun.

Susan, for all her enthusiasm, was nonetheless quite embarrassed about all the liberties she'd allowed her son. But at the same time, she was glad she was wearing an open-backed dress to help flaunt her smell.

As Katherine stood next to her mother, the smell of Alan's cum was overwhelming. She just inwardly cursed her mother's luck and seemingly unfettered access to his penis. Later on she wrote in her diary:

God damn these Tuesdays. He spends way too much time with Mom until she literally smells like his dick. I swear, Diary, I was downstairs earlier standing next to Mom, and I could definitely smell his spermy baby juice! It drove me crazy. I wanted to lick every inch of her face like I was an eager dog. Sigh! Tuesdays. Actually, it's like every fucking day is a Tuesday for her, and Tuesdays are just a bit more so. ... I wish I had my own day. If Brother really loves me, he should give me a day of my own. How can I talk him into doing that though, without sounding greedy?

And as if that isn't sucky enough - literally, knowing the way Mom's mouth is having a love affair with my Brother's cock! - Mom happened to mention to me that Heather came by for a study session with him. "Study session?"! Yeah, right! I don't think Heather has EVER opened a textbook. Somehow she does okay in her classes, probably because of the way she blinks her blue eyes at her teachers, but it certainly isn't because of study sessions. No, she was getting it on! I should have known for sure when she fell into my 'high heels at the beach' trap. Plus, Brother admitted that "things happened" with her already. I'll bet dollars to donuts that "things happened" in his bed today!!!! GRRRR!

I swear, I'm trying my damnedest to be the very best fuck toy any sister can be. I would literally do anything to pleasure him and his wonderful cock at any time. All he'd have to do is cross the hall and open my door, and I'd lie back on my bed and spread my legs, and who gives a fuck about getting caught. Why doesn't he do that?! But anyway, I do all that, and it's still not enough. How on Earth am I supposed to compete with motherfucking HEATHER?! True, she's a total bitch, but I know from personal experience that when she gets going she turns into a seriously hot slut!

I get horny thinking of him boning other girls, but not her! I'm not even writing this one-handed right now. Well, technically I am, but you know what I mean. She's pure evil. I've gotta find out what's really happening between them and put a stop to it. Being a loving sister is not just a matter of keeping his cock constantly throbbing with pleasure; it also means saving him from himself sometimes.

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Alan's day ended back in his bed with an incredibly prolonged goodnight kiss from his mother. They necked for many long minutes.

She started out fully clothed at his request, so he wouldn't get too excited, but as their kissing continued they both gradually lost their clothes. She was finding it increasingly difficult to stay in her clothes for more than an hour or two, no matter what she did, because if she wasn't getting naked for him, then she was probably masturbating.

She finally remembered that she still hadn't given him his Tuesday abnormality check, so she went ahead and did that. Alan made her swear that she couldn't make him cum again, so she just did a thorough pressing on every last bit of his semi-hard prick without stroking him at the same time.

He was able to stay under control, just barely, but it drove her crazy to hold his dick and not be able to lick it or suck on it, or even give it a thorough handjob.

Susan ended up having an intense orgasm while she was rubbing his cock against her cheek.

Alan was increasingly tempted to go all the way and cum while in her mouth. But he knew he would regret having a ninth orgasm, if not immediately then when morning rolled around. Instead, he tried to think of some other fun thing he might do, even as his nude mother continued to effectively jack him off while literally rubbing his erection against her face. He said, "Hey, Mom, you know what would be really great right now?"

She replied sadly, "Son, I'd love to suck your cock so very, very much. But you know that's technically not part of the abnormality check. Although-"

He cut her off before she could arouse him even further. "No, actually, I was thinking about ice cream. Do we have any good flavors?"

Her eyes lit up. Despite her fantastic figure, she loved ice cream and ate a little bit of it fairly often. "Oh, you know we do. We have some pumpkin that's extra special; it's only available in November."

"Mmmm. That sounds good. Would it be too much if I were to eat some of that in bed?"

"Sure thing!" She started to get up.

But he put a hand on her shoulder. "No. You do too much for me already. Let me get it. I'll get some for you too."

"Okay. But just a little for me. A spoonful or two at the most." That was an exaggeration, but she did keep her servings small to help keep her fantastic figure. She particularly wanted to limit the additional calories, given all the chocolate frosting she'd eaten with him earlier.

Alan hurried downstairs to get the ice cream. He was genuinely trying to be considerate in getting it himself, but he also hoped that going all the way to the kitchen and back would help him lose his erection and allow him to calm down. Then he and his mother could kick back and enjoy eating ice cream and spending time together without him feeling an overwhelming urge to thrust his stiff cock back into her mouth.

It worked. His dick went completely flaccid. Or so it seemed, at least until he got back to his room. He'd assumed that she would have put her clothes back on while he was gone, since their sexual fun time was over. But she was still completely naked, and even struck a sexy pose with an arm over her head when she saw him open his door.

He thought, Dammit! Mom is just too hot. And she's wearing nothing but high heels. Damn those heels! Shit. I should'a put some clothes back on, because bam! - just like that I'm fully erect again. That took, what, two seconds?

He sat down on his bed with his back against the headboard. Susan sat next to him, cuddling up close. He'd brought just one bowl of ice cream but two spoons, because he thought it would be more fun to share.

She was in a particularly happy and playful mood. Instead of taking a spoonful of ice cream for herself, she took the spoon and fed it into his mouth. Naturally, he reciprocated.

Then she asked him, "Son, have you ever experienced an ice cream kiss?"

That resulted in them taking turns French kissing and feeding each other more ice cream. Alan had never enjoyed an ice cream kiss before, and he found that he loved the cold sensation.

Then some of the ice cream he was spoon feeding her accidentally fell onto the upper slopes of her great tits.

She pretended to be upset. "Uh-oh! Tiger, you'd better clean that up... with your tongue."

Alan really didn't want things to get too sexual, because he didn't think his dick could handle cumming for a ninth time that day. That was why he'd gotten the ice cream in the first place, as a distraction. But he was finding it was only increasing his sexual arousal. And the truth was, his resolve was weak, or he wouldn't have gotten back in bed with his nude sex-bomb mother in the first place. So he bent his head and licked as instructed.

Susan giggled with glee. "Oooh! That feels nice. But I think you missed some." She took a spoon and dropped a lot more ice cream into her cleavage.

Naturally, he felt "obliged" to lick all that up too.

As soon as he started doing that, he felt her hand wrap around his erection and start sliding up and down.

He wanted to protest, but all that came out of his mouth was, "Um, Mom, is that more of the abnormality check?"

She replied cheekily, "No, I think we're done with that for now. Consider this a 'normality check' instead. I want to see if you have the responses of a normal, growing, all-American boy. If your sexy big-titted mommy starts stroking your cock, is it going to throb with pleasure?"

He thought, Damn, between licking the ice cream from Mom's huge melons and what her hand is doing, this is too much fun. How can I say no? Why not just run with this for a while? The main thing is that we have to stop before I cum. Then my dick will be okay. I think.

So he replied, while digging his nose deeper into her cavernous cleavage, "Mom, it's already throbbing with pleasure. Big time!"

"Oh, goody. But then the question is, can I get it to throb with even MORE pleasure? For instance, what if I bring a second hand over, like this? One hand is just going to work on your sweet spot and the other one is going to slide up and down all ten inches. And play with your balls. Mmmm! I love to play with your balls!"

He could sense he was losing control of the situation. Already, the bowl of ice cream had been put aside, and what little remained was forgotten. He soon finished licking up the ice cream that had dripped deep into her cleavage. Her tits were so naturally big and round that he actually had a hard time getting his tongue to reach all the delicious dessert.

Since he'd run out of ice cream, he went back to kissing her and nuzzling her neck. He pondered the situation while he did that. He knew that her cocksucking lust was so strong that it was just a matter of time before she would start bobbing on his shaft. And he was almost 100 percent certain that would end up with him blasting his load down her throat or onto her face. As good as it might feel in the moment, he knew his dick would torment him for it later.

So he decided to turn his attention back to licking her fulsome globes, despite the absence of more ice cream. He was fairly certain that as long as he did that, she'd remain sitting up against the headboard, which meant she couldn't bend over to suck him off. He knew that if there was one thing she loved as much as cocksucking, or at least almost as much, it was stimulation of her tits.

She moaned lustily, "MMMM! Oh, Tiger! So good! Don't... Not the nipples! You know I can't... Mmmm! Too horny!"

He loved making his mother squirm with arousal, nearly as much as he enjoyed feeling great arousal himself. He tried to block out what her hands were doing to his privates and just focus on her tits, and especially on licking and suckling on her nipples, but she made it difficult to concentrate.

Eventually he was forced to say, "Mom, please! You gotta let go, or I'm gonna blow!"

But she didn't stop. "And that would be bad? Let me bend over and... Mmmm! Swallow all of that... Ah! All of that, that fat cock-meat! Mmmm! YES!"

He begged with greater urgency, "Mom! Please!"

But she was only getting hotter and hotter. "Mmmm! I need it! I need it in my mouth! Son, fill my face! Fill mommy's mouth with son-cock!"

It was all too much. He knew he either had to cum, right away, or get away fast. He was seriously concerned that he could damage his dick if he came again. He wasn't sure why the act of cumming was the decisive part, but that's what his body was telling him. So he suddenly disengaged and hopped off the bed like it was on fire.

She was more than a little confused, finding herself holding air rather than her son's hot, pulsing boner. She whined, "Tiger, what are you doing?!"

"Sorry, Mom. Gotta... gotta... Gotta take a cold shower. Can't cum. My dick can't handle it!" He was doubled over and panting. He suddenly stood up and ran from the room, heading toward the bathroom across the hall.

At first, he felt bad that he'd had to do that, but a quick, cold shower made him feel nice and refreshed. He decided that he'd done the right thing. I've gotta listen to my body. Everything is so arousing around here, I could keep going and going until they literally have to call an ambulance. I have to use some common sense. There have to be limits.

But dang! Mom is just too much fun! Ice cream and a handjob? Man! So good. This is the life!

He was a bit surprised that she wasn't around when he stepped out of the shower and returned to his room. Nevertheless he was grateful, because he knew what would probably have happened if she'd still been there. He considered going down the hall to her bedroom to at least tell her 'good night', but decided that even doing that much could be too risky; he had an instant vision of fucking her hard and long, not leaving her bed until morning.

He fell asleep instantly and slept the sleep of the dead.

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