6 Times a Day

Chapter 163 Mastermind Suzanne

Suzanne, meanwhile, had a lot of damage control to take care of. After dressing, she woke Susan and assisted her to the private shower adjacent to her bedroom.

In the shower, Susan thought, My goodness! I'm just so darn tired. I can hardly keep my eyes open. What the heck just happened there? Now that I think about it, it all started when I was taking a shower a little while ago, just like this one.

Then Tiger took over! He's just soooo assertive! He came in here, and he didn't care that I was naked, just like I am now. He's such a kind, mild-mannered boy. It was so unlike him. I'll bet it was his cock driving him on! His huge, sperm-filled cock! That turned him into some kind of ravenous SEX MONSTER! And naturally, he homed in on his big-titted mommy, all naked, wet, and helpless in the shower!

Oh my! It kind of makes me wonder if he'll come in here again. I suppose he's in his bathroom right now, and he's probably as tired as I am. He'll probably just want to wash up and go to bed. But he'll have to wash his privates to get clean. Mmmm... Wash his cock and balls... Rubbing them... Making his cock long and thick! And that just might wake up the monster in him again! And of course he's gonna look to his busty mommy for relief. For... for... cocksucking! MMMM!

Without really thinking about it, Susan found herself washing her pussy. "No, Tiger, you can't! You just can't. I'm too tired. Suzanne's around here somewhere. Why don't you have her help you out? And then I can watch. Mmmm, yes! Oh, God! Like how she was just fondling and stroking and rubbing your big cock for so darn long! And yet, even that wasn't enough, was it? You made her suck and bob on it, even while your naked mommy danced in front of you, waiting for her turn! MMMM!"

Wait a sec. It wasn't quite like that, was it? I'm getting too horny again. Why is it that every single time I get in the shower lately, I just get too darn horny? The problem is, I have to clean my private parts, and that somehow always makes me think of my cutie Tiger...

But not this time. Darn it, I'm gonna show some willpower for once and NOT spend the next ten minutes or more just rubbing my naughty places while dreaming about sucking on his great, big, thick, long, tasty, yummy cock! Mmmm!

But no. I'm NOT going to do that. Really! Dear Lord, please, give me strength!

The problem is, my body is far too easily aroused. The good Lord must be trying to tempt me or something, because pretty much all I have to do is think about my handsome, adorable son these days, and BAM! Tingles and shivers all over! But I will be strong. With faith in God and the power of prayer, I can accomplish anything I set out to do.

She deliberately pinned her hands behind her back, clenching her hands together for good measure. There! That'll stop me. My naughty hands can't do any harm now. Phew!

But then she remembered Suzanne talking about how she was one of Alan's "personal sluts." Oh no! Why did I think of that?! "Personal slut." It sounds totally wanton and depraved. But it's kind of true, isn't it? Am I one of his personal sluts? If I'm frequently helping him with my hands and even my mouth, what does that make me? Oh God! I AM one of his personal sluts! So HOT! But so wrong! Oh no! MMMM! Too hot! I can't control myself! I'm so bad!

At some point while she was thinking that, her hands wound up on her pussy and breasts again. She truly had trouble controlling herself, because there were too many stimulating thoughts in her head.

After a while, and a fair amount of "cleaning" of her pussy and breasts, she felt something more than just water trickling down her thighs. That made her stop before her usual loss of self-control, to look down to see what was happening. To her surprise the trickle was blood.

Oh no! Of all things, my period just started. I wasn't expecting that until tomorrow. I guess it's early. Maybe it's a sign I should stop helping my Tiger. Actually, what else could it be? The Lord is telling me to stop this before it goes too far.

She did manage to stop masturbating after that. She was proud of herself, and decided that this was a key turning point on her path to regaining her willpower and self-control.

While Susan showered, Suzanne cleaned up the bedroom. She opened windows and used copious amounts of air freshener to rid the room of any sexual smells. She even dimmed the lights and lit some candles so the smell of melting wax could serve as an olfactory distraction.

When Susan finally came out of the shower, she again wore the same big white towel as before. The only difference was that she had panties on underneath, due to the start of her period. She dragged herself to her bed and lay down under the bed sheets. She was too tired to even remove the towel.

Suzanne was still there, fully dressed again, ready to work on the mental damage control. She could tell that Susan was somewhat aroused, but too tired to be fully aroused. Still, she appeared aroused enough to be open to at least some of Suzanne's sexual suggestions.

Susan was despondent. "Suzanne, how could I? What happened just now, it was so wrong! So very improper!"

But Suzanne came back with, "Why? What happened? I gave Sweetie a handjob because he really needed one. Doctor's orders. There's nothing wrong with that, and in fact it's a very good thing, a big step to his getting back on track with his daily target."

ραпdα Йᴏνê|(сòm) Susan snorted unhappily, "You did more than just give him a handjob."

Suzanne pretended to be clueless. "What? You mean at the end?"

"That's exactly what I mean!"

"Oh, that. Well, I didn't want to create a big mess. Would you have preferred for his cum to fly all over? Remember, this is where Ron sleeps too. In fact, you were standing right in front of him; he probably would have cum all over you. Would that have made you happier, to have him douse you from head to toe in his sweet, creamy sperm?"

Susan bit her tongue, because she was afraid to speak for fear that she'd readily agree to that. Instead, after a pause, she complained, "Well, okay, but you didn't have to bob so darn long on him."

"Oh but I did! I've read that the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds. But not our studly Tiger! He had some kind of double orgasm, and just when I thought he was all done, he started cumming and cumming and cumming again!" She patted her tummy. "I feel bloated from the cup or two of sperm he pumped down my throat. Yum!"

Susan was more than a little envious, even though she knew Suzanne must be exaggerating wildly with the "cup or two" comment. She complained, "That was nowhere near six seconds of bobbing. It wasn't even twelve seconds. It was much, much longer than that!"

Suzanne shrugged. "True enough. But I guess I mistimed his start and did a little bobbing there first. And afterwards, how was I to know whether his cock would stay hard or not? I figured it was worth another minute or two of bobbing until I was fully certain he'd gone flaccid."

Susan sighed. "Well... okay. I guess. That sounds reasonable. Besides, I suppose I'm more mad at myself than at you. I'm the one who shouldn't be doing naughty things with him!"

"What did you do? So you gave him a heaping helping of visual stimulation. Big deal. Again, that's doctor approved; nothing wrong with that. You didn't touch him improperly. In fact, you didn't do anything wrong at all."

"But I felt it pressed against me when we were hugging," Susan complained. "I mean, I could feel his... you know."please visit panda-:)ɴᴏᴠᴇ1.co)m

"His cock," Suzanne helpfully suggested.

Susan nodded, embarrassed. "We just kept hugging and hugging, with his rampant..."

"Cock."

"Um, that. Poking into me. My word, it was poking! That definitely counts as inappropriate touching."

Suzanne responded, "But it's so big and thick and hard most of the time, how could you NOT feel it pressing against you? You didn't do anything wrong there. You're completely naked, he's got his usual raging boner, and he's hugging you because he's such a sweet Sweetie. So there's a little grinding going on. Again, big whoop. That's just basic biology. He wouldn't be heterosexual if he didn't take advantage and fondle his busty mommy a little bit."

"But still," Susan grumbled, even as she longingly pictured her son's erection in her mind, remembering exactly how it had pressed into her. "And did you see me at the end? You were probably too busy bobbing all over his delicious cock to notice, but I... I... I had a tingle! A strong tingle! It's so wrong!" She shamefully covered her face with her hands, even though it was a big effort to do so in her noodle-like, completely-drained state.

"Now, now," Suzanne soothed, running a hand along Susan's bare shoulder. She knew that when Susan said "tingle," she didn't mean just a tingle - that was Susan's code for an orgasm when she was in a prudish or regretful mood like at this moment. "There's nothing wrong with that at all. I keep telling you, as long as we have to help him with his treatment, why can't we enjoy it? That's no sin! It would be stupid to force ourselves to suffer. 'Tingles' are nice; why run from them?"

She lied as she continued, "Besides, he was so far gone by that time that he probably didn't notice you falling to the floor. He has no idea that you collapsed in a naked orgasmic heap. In fact, he passed out completely himself. I helped him get up and walk to his own bathroom before he was fully aware. So as far as he knows, you just stayed there watching, dressed like you are now, in that big towel."

"Really?" Susan could have sworn she'd seen Alan staring at her on the floor while Suzanne's head bobbed up and down over his long, stiff prick, but now she wasn't sure if that was a real memory or just her fevered imagination.

"Really."

Susan told herself, I must have been fantasizing. Hallucinating? Maybe I'd passed out already. Yeah, I probably had passed out and was dreaming. Thank goodness, too, because that was so depraved and out of control. And still I feel bad about it, even if he couldn't see everything.

She said, "But Ron! What about Ron? I feel so horrible! If my husband only knew what we're doing here, he'd kill me." She stared at her wedding ring and twisted it on her finger.

Suzanne responded, "Look. There's no point in telling Ron about Alan's medical treatment, because guys can be irrational about sex-related things involving other guys. Not that what you're doing with your son is really sex per se, but we can't expect your husband to understand that. In any case, Ron has no right to be angry about anything you do. Don't forget about all of his cheating when he's overseas. You're just being a good mother, helping your son in his time of need. As you get better at it, you'll be able to control your feelings better too."

"But... But... It just doesn't feel right. Anything that feels that good, it simply HAS to be a sin."

Suzanne laughed. "I really like your parents, generally speaking, but they seriously messed you up about some things." She went to the candles she'd lit and blew them out, leaving the room in near total darkness. "It's late and you're exhausted. Go to sleep and we'll talk about it some more tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay." Susan felt like she was a little girl being tucked in by her mother. Suzanne even went to Susan's dresser, got out her nightgown, handed it to her, and then took her towel away.

Suzanne noticed right away that Susan was wearing panties, but she figured it was just part of Susan's temporary backslide. Susan didn't want to mention that her monthly menses had began, because her prudish side made her reluctant to ever talk about "yucky" things like menstruation.

Susan worried about Ron coming to bed and finding her naked in just her panties, so she managed to put her nightgown on, again with Suzanne's help. But she was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down and closed her eyes; her soul-shattering multiple orgasms had worn her out completely.

After she was asleep, Suzanne borrowed her shower and removed all traces of their activities.

Suzanne left the Plummer house feeling extremely good about herself. My impromptu scheme worked as well as I could have hoped. True, it was a bit bumpy and risky there for a while - when I'd arrived, it seemed like Susan and Sweetie were having a big setback in their sexual development due to his lust for her and loss of control. But I managed to get everyone to pretty much forget all that. Susan's great multiple orgasms bring my ultimate plans that much closer to fruition. Now I can talk to her openly about sex again, and thus bring her along a lot faster. Plus, I had so much fun! I know we all did.

She chuckled to herself when she got home and saw Ron, Eric, and Brad still hanging out in the living room, arguing about football statistics.

She thought, Ron, poor Ron. If you only knew what goes on in your house right under your nose! But then again, you deserve it all, and then some, for what you've done to Susan. Those chickens will ALL come home to roost. I'll see to that, that's for sure.

But the sexual activity in the Plummer household had one more encore. After Alan woke before midnight with a need to pee, he remembered his daily quota and was able to get off once more while thinking about what had transpired earlier. He couldn't believe his luck.

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