6 Times a Day

By the time Alan and Katherine got home, it was already past six.

Dinner would be ready in less than an hour, but Alan went back to his room and immediately fell fast asleep. He'd never imagined a person could feel so utterly exhausted.

Katherine did the same. She tried to walk around as little as possible, and when she did it looked like she'd just been in the saddle all day, which wasn't too far off, metaphorically speaking.

They tried to rouse themselves for dinner, but with only partial success. They were forced to make up stories about their fake club's first meeting to answer their parents' questions.

Alan was careful to continue acting tortured by his stimulation obligations in front of his mother. It was easy to do, since he was already in a sort of agony from sexual exhaustion after the fucking marathon.

After dinner, Susan took a shower. While switching tampons, she noticed there was hardly any blood there, signaling the end of her period. She therefore decided to just go with the regular menstrual bandage in her panties for the night, and see if there was any more spotting in the morning.

She was about to put some clothes on when she heard Alan come up the stairs. Still struggling within, she decided to just quickly wrap the towel back around her and go talk to him. She figured that would be okay since she was still wearing panties. She wanted to check how he was doing, since Suzanne's comments had her worried.

As Alan walked up the stairs, she met him at the top and asked if she could have a moment alone with him.

Ron watched TV in the living room downstairs, totally unaware of the other things going on in his house.

Alan couldn't help but notice that Susan was wearing only a towel. It had occurred to him that in recent days she seemed to frequently come and go from taking a shower. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what this was about: that allowed her to wear next to nothing to titillate him, but at the same time her husband wouldn't think anything was amiss in the extremely unlikely chance that he could be torn from the TV.

Plus, there was the danger that the towel could fall off altogether. Thoughts of that were more than enough to give him an instant boner. The fact that she was slightly blushing proved that she knew she was doing something "naughty," and that just aroused him even more.

She could even partially drop or readjust the towel, but so far she hadn't done that. She was still afraid to take things back to how they had been before Ron arrived.

As they walked along the upstairs hallway, she asked Alan in deliberately vague terms, "Tiger, how are things going with your problem?"

He put on another extremely pained expression, and replied, "I'm hanging in there, but it's hard. So hard." He deliberately used the word "hard" instead of something like "difficult," and really emphasized it to help ensure she would visually imagine his engorged dick.

Her eyes opened wide, so he knew his little verbal trick had worked. It helped that she didn't have to expend much mental effort to imagine his hardness: his erection strained the fabric of his shorts, fighting to get out.

They reached Alan's room and went inside. "Hang in there," she said reassuringly. "It's just another week." That was a vague reference to when Ron would finally fly back to Asia. Her voice sounded bland, but her eyes were glued to his crotch. She thought, Oh my. Just look at that thing! If he adjusts his shorts, maybe it'll poke right out the bottom. Do it, Tiger! Let me see all of you!

"I know, Mom, I know. Seven days. I can't last that long!"

Susan patted his head reassuringly. She said calmly, "Don't worry. It'll be all right."

But her thoughts weren't calm at all. It would be even better if I let this towel drop. Then Tiger would see me in the buff, and his thing would burst right through his shorts! I'd be forced to suck it off before Ron saw how obscenely his woody stood out. Isn't that the kind of help I'm supposed to give?

He said with heartfelt love, "Thanks, Mom. Your support gives me strength."

Saliva was building up in her mouth in anticipation of cocksucking. "Son, you can do it. Be strong." Be firm too. Firm, strong, and thick! Maybe if I let this towel fall, that could help you. Or you could really be a man, and yank it off. You know you want to! The door is closed, so don't be so shy.

Her hand drifted to where the towel was tucked in over her huge rack. She thought, If only Ron wasn't home, I'd drop it for sure... No, I can't think that. Lord, give me strength!

"Mom, you're the best. I love you."

"I love you, too," she answered, with a benign smile. But her inner voice was practically screaming, and it was all she could do not to gawk openly at his crotch. Her hand nervously grabbed the towel and she felt a nearly overwhelming desire to pull it open. If you love me so much, Tiger, rip this towel off! Take it off and ravage me! I don't care if my husband IS downstairs! Show me your love and take me! Do me right here!

Suddenly, she turned around and rushed out of the room. She fell onto her bed in her own room and sobbed quietly. Her mind was filled with visions of burning in hell. She cursed herself for her lack of control. That was too close! What's wrong with me?! I very nearly let my towel slip. I need to have my head examined! Lord, please forgive me, but my body is just too horny lately; I can't control it!

Alan was unaware of his mother's inner torment, because on the outside she'd acted the same as she'd been doing recently when she was titillating him. The only difference was a slightly trembling lip and a hand which clutched her towel far too tightly.

He felt a twinge of guilt for lying to her after just having had sex with his sister, but not nearly as much as he thought he should feel. As he headed towards the living room to watch TV with his father, he thought, How could Mom really criticize me or blame me for doing anything with Sis, when she herself has sucked my cock so enthusiastically? Why should I feel guilty?

Shortly afterwards, Susan and Ron left for some social function with Suzanne and her husband Eric.

Alan and Katherine were left alone, but both were happy to just vegetate, especially since they had their own rule about fucking only at Kim's house so they wouldn't get caught. They were both so emotionally and physically spent that neither had any hope of doing any studying that evening, even though Alan had a big test the next day.

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