6 Times a Day



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Alan was having the greatest dream: he was having sex with his beautiful mother. He was in ecstasy as he thrust into Susan, over and over. There was nothing unusual about that, as he'd been having variations on that dream quite frequently these last couple of months, but the sensations seemed unusually intense. Dreams are fantastic! he thought. My life is nonstop heaven when I'm awake, and now it seems just as good when I'm sleeping. Although...

A realization dawned on him, and he opened his eyes. He was momentarily confused when he saw Susan straddled atop his waist, bucking up and down on his groin, which was precisely what he thought he'd been dreaming of. Her big breasts were bouncing up and down. He blinked several times and pinched himself to make sure he was really awake.

He wanted to savor the moment. He watched contentedly and luxuriated in the intense feelings of arousal surging through his groin. He felt incredibly tired and sore, but the joy of fucking overwhelmed such trivial concerns. He didn't mean to let her know he was awake just yet, since her eyes were generally closed in her own dreamy ecstasy, but his cock started to thrust involuntarily, which gave away the fact he was no longer asleep.

She turned his way and smiled down at him. "Oh, Tiger! Did I wake you up?" She chuckled at the pretense that her heavy fucking might not have been the cause of his waking.

Alan smiled. Not only did it feel great to wake up to fucking, but it felt even better waking up to see that his warm, sexy, and loving mother was the one fucking him. He was greatly amused to reply in a deadpan voice, "Morning, Mom. As a matter of fact, you did."

"Oh dear. I'm so sorry." She was grinning from ear to ear. "By the way, you have a new alarm clock. How do you like it?" Despite their calm tones, both of them were intently thrusting away by now. Their timing was excellent, with their thrusts perfectly complementing each other.

"Veeeery nice. But where is the snooze button?"

She paused on the upstroke, with his cock nearly out of her pussy. "Wait a sec." She spent some more moments recovering and thinking. Then, with just his cockhead inside her, she clutched back at her ass cheeks. "Oh yes. I remember now. On this model, you have to put your finger in this hole." Her grasp held both her ass cheeks wide apart, clearly offering her asshole to him.

"Like this?" He licked his index finger and then inserted it. He was surprised by how slippery her anus seemed, but then he remembered she must have done her morning ass lubing at some point earlier in the morning.

"Like that!" she gasped, and then her upper body slowly fell down onto his chest. His stiff dick was still in her pussy and his finger up her asshole, but she pretended to be oblivious and began a rather obviously faked snore.

He shook her, puzzled. "Hey, Mom! What are you doing?"

She opened one eye and looked at his face from just inches away with a great big smile on her face. "You did hit the snooze button, didn't you?"

He laughed. "Oops. My bad. I'd better be careful not to stick my finger in your ass anymore."

She sat back up. "No, you should be careful not to call me Mom. The proper word is Mommy." She resumed bouncing on his prick. "The snooze button is now my belly button, so don't stop with your finger - or anything else you might want to put up there."

Alan laughed at her concern that he would misinterpret her desires and not anally finger her again. "Mom, oops, Mommy, sorry about the Mom thing, but I am just waking up. It's a bit, uh... surprising to wake up this way, to say the least! Anyways, it seems kind of weird and naughty for an eighteen year old son to use the word 'mommy.'"

"That's why I love it," she enthused as she bounced up and down, up and down. Her long hair flew about and her massive chest heaved with each thrust as a fine sheen of sweat began to coat her body. "Just like I love morning wood. Mmmm. Extra hard morning wood! What a way to start a day - with a big-titted mommy taming!"

Alan had been living in the moment since waking, but now he tried to recall where he was and how he'd gotten there. He looked around and saw he was in Susan's bedroom, not his own. Then all the memories from the previous evening came flooding back. It seemed like an endless blur of fucking and brain-melting orgasms. He began piecing the memories together - not an easy thing to do with all the fucking going on. He recalled being dropped off by the scouting van, all the way through some late night fucks in complete darkness. He began to fathom why his body felt like it had gone through a marathon, because it had - a sexual marathon.

He asked, "Mommy, how many hours has it been since our last fuck?"

"Let me see... Woooo! ... I'm riding my wild Tiger! ... Yeah! Hard! Fuck your mommy good! So good!" She seemed to have missed the question, but then after a couple more thrusts, she questioned, "Remember when you said you wanted your 'midnight snatch'?"

"Yeah?" More memories came flooding back.

"That's a good one: 'Midnight snatch.' Mommy's cunt is open to her son's snacking needs twenty-four hours a day, every day of the year. We're better than Seven-Eleven! ... But after that, we slept a while, and then we ... OH! FUCK YOUR MOTHER! GOOD LORD! ... MMMMM! Yeah! That's good, baby! My baby!"

Suddenly the door opened, and Alan's head quickly turned to see who it was.

Susan turned her head more slowly. The truth was, she was tired and sore too, and her reaction times were still off.

It was Katherine. She was dressed in sexy see-through lingerie, but she looked really pissed off. She fumed, "I should have known!"

Susan looked abashed, but nonetheless kept fucking. If anything, she only bounced on Alan's rod even faster. "Oh, hi there, Angel."

"Don't you 'Angel' me, Mom! You know what we were just talking about! I can't believe you'd do this to me!"

Susan closed her eyes and bowed her head in shame, as if she wanted to will herself away to some other place. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... But I came in here to wake him up, and then I saw the covers had been kicked back and Alan Junior was standing straight up. I thought I'd just give it a playful squeeze, but then..." She grunted in ecstasy, still fucking, though a bit slower now.

"That's no excuse, especially because it's always stiff!" Katherine growled as she pounded a foot into the carpet in frustration. "You should have called for me. This is MY TIME!"

Susan kept her eyes closed and didn't say a word.

"I'll be downstairs," Katherine said in a nasty voice. "WAITING!" She slammed the door behind her and stomped off.

Alan was puzzled, not least because of the fact that Susan and Katherine acted like he wasn't even there.

Susan immediately resumed bouncing energetically but still kept her eyes closed, as if that could keep reality out.

He gasped between labored breaths, "What ... was ... that ... about?"

"Later! ... I'll tell you later! ... Just fuck ... your mommy!"

He could hardly say no to that idea, so he turned his full attention to their fucking.

He noticed that Susan seemed unusually distraught and worked up in the wake of Katherine's interruption, but she channeled that energy into even more passionate and animalistic fucking than before. With the way she ground down on his cock, rotating her hips and pushing up and down, over and over, he could hardly stand it without cumming.

He felt a bit of what it must be like to be a female on the helpless receiving end of a hard and relentless fucking. He tried to give as good as he got with his own thrusts, but he just didn't have the energy to match his horny mother. He tried his PC muscle trick, but even that effort seemed futile, for once. The need to cum was simply overwhelming for them both.

She cried out, "Cum for me! Cum! Let's cum together!"

So he did. Their fucking came to a sudden end as a sizzling rush of semen surged into her vagina. She was surprisingly silent during their mutual orgasms, so he didn't yell too much either. He suspected that ecstatic screams throughout the house wouldn't exactly improve Katherine's mood.

She again fell down onto him, only this time his dick popped out as it continued to shrink. Drowsiness appeared to overtake her, but she mumbled, "Set the snooze button."

Her body was now all over his, pressed tightly onto him, but he wedged a finger in between and poked a finger in her belly button.

She giggled. "Not that one."

So he pulled that hand away and poked a finger back into her asshole.

"Not that one, either!" She giggled even more, but clenched her asshole to prevent the withdrawal of his finger. "I mean the real alarm clock. I don't want us to drift off for too long. You have school to go to, buster."

"Oh." He laughed at their "snooze button" confusion. "Don't worry. I'll stay awake."

"Okay. And let me clean your cock and balls for a while. That'll help keep you up with lots of tingly mommy love." Susan scooted down and started to lick. She kept her eyes closed and recalled why Katherine was so upset with her.