6 Times a Day

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1213 [4.5K words]

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[Adrian Chapter, Skip if you don't like it]

Adrian sat at his computer controls, feeling bored and despondent, but most of all, anxious. Unlike most kids his age, the controls were not to some video game console, but to the video system covering the entire mansion he lived in. In a relatively short time, Adrian had become a veteran at monitoring the mansion. He had multiple windows open on a big computer monitor, revealing the activity in many rooms at once.

If there was nothing interesting going on, he also was running the graphics computer program Photoshop. Adrian was an excellent artist, but almost exclusively only with art made on his computer. He had learned to use many of the tools the program offered during the long periods of time he spent alone in his room. He even owned a drawing tablet to draw with. However, no one really knew about his artistic talent except for himself, because nearly all his artwork consisted of imagined nude or semi-nude pictures of beautiful women.

Sometimes he drew purely from him imagination, or from popular models, but he preferred to draw women he actually knew. His favorite subject was his mother Brenda. But he also frequently drew pretty girls from school, especially one named Cynthia. Cynthia was a pretty, shy, and surprisingly busty girl in some of his classes. She was the only other person he lusted for, although his desire for her was much less than how he felt for Brenda.

However, he didn't have time to do much Photoshop work at the moment. The house was bustling with activity, so there was plenty for him to watch through the video system. There were half a dozen paid staffers putting the finishing touches on a big Thanksgiving meal, and the trusted old maid Anika was in charge of everything.

But Adrian didn't care much about any of that, and even the sight of Anika, whom he loved like a grandmother, rushing around and telling the others what to do, could barely hold his attention. The one person he cared about above all others, his mother Brenda, wasn't home, so there was nothing to hold his interest except to imagine what it would be like when she finally did arrive.

What really got him upset as he sat and waited was thinking about where she was and what she was doing. Even on Thanksgiving, which should be a special family day, she spends half her time over at Alan's house! It was like she stabbed me in the chest this morning when she told me that's where she was going, but what could I do about it? It's not like I'M her master. Oh no! Some guy named Alan who apparently isn't even much older than me gets that lucky role.

I'll bet at this very moment Alan is rubbing his hands all over her huge breasts while she gives him a good titty fuck. Those big melons are probably all oiled up and he's having the time of his life as he drowns her chest in spunk! He must be cackling and chortling with glee as he thinks about poor schmucks like me, if he even thinks of me at all, which I'm sure he doesn't.

What's he got that I haven't got?! Why would Ma have this total personality change just because of him?! I've been reading some stories on the web about how perfectly normal women turn into insatiable submissive sluts, but that's just over the top fantasy! It never happens in real life! And even in the fantasies it's usually the son who turns his mother into a submissive slut. But noooo! She's gaga over some other guy I'll probably never even meet. What a body blow. My self-confidence was nearly nonexistent already; every day at school is a nightmare, and now this. I get to sit here alone while some totally hot sex orgy fantasy involving my mom plays out for real somewhere else.

This royally sucks!

He watched as most of the staff finished what they were doing and left. They were under orders to have everything finished and be gone by noon exactly, except of course for Anika who lived at the house and practically never left it. She had been a de facto family member for years, and in fact the only three people at the Thanksgiving meal were to be Adrian, Brenda, and Anika. That's how it was lately at almost every breakfast and dinner. Brenda had taken to wearing such revealing outfits that no staffers besides Anika were allowed in the house when she was there, aside from some rare exceptions.

Finally, the house was empty except for Anika, and even she just sat down on a couch to rest. But Adrian started to get excited and adjusted the controls of one video camera so it pointed at nothing but the front door. He stared and stared at the door, willing for it to open.

About ten minutes later, his hopes were realized as Brenda walked in through the massive front doors and shut them behind her. To Adrian's disappointment, she was wearing an overcoat, but this wasn't so surprising to him since she'd left dressed in one that morning. More worrisome was that she seemed slumped down and dejected, and she even let out a heavy sigh.

Anika roused herself and quickly crossed through several rooms until she came into the large foyer where Brenda stood. That marble floored room was larger than a typical condo or apartment, and that wasn't even counting the two huge staircases leading to the upper floor where Adrian lurked.

Ironically, even though Brenda loved to serve at the Plummer house, she expected to be waited on hand and foot in her own mansion. She didn't even deign to take off her overcoat but waited until Anika arrived and took it from her.

Oh baby! Party time! Adrian's heart began pounding like a drum as the overcoat fell away and Brenda's outfit was revealed. Even though he'd seen her dress in the same outfit that morning, he was so excited to see it again that he was practically salivating. She wore an extremely skimpy gunmetal-gray dress that was just barely enough to wear outdoors and not get arrested. Frankly, it made her look like a high class hooker on the prowl. He knew for a fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath it, since he'd watched her dress.

The sound on the surveillance system was as top notch as the visuals, so when Brenda said to Anika, "Hi. I'm back. How's Aidy doing?" it was like she was ten feet away and saying it right to him.

Anika replied in her thick Austrian accent, "He's goot. He's up in his room, I tink."

Brenda sighed again and said, "Let's take a walk out back."

Adrian was crushed. He had his fly open and was ready to masturbate to the video of his mother walking around the house, but there was no video coverage of the expansive gardens behind the house. The best he could do was look out the window, and that wasn't very good at all.

He'd noticed that in recent days, Anika and Brenda had been taking an unusual number of walks in the back yard, and this puzzled him. He was too young and naïve to put two and two together and realize that the walks had started exactly when the video surveillance system was installed. It was a safe way for them to talk without Adrian overhearing.

But happily for Adrian, the walk out back didn't last long, and when Brenda came back in the house her mood had taken a turn for the better. She headed straight for one of the marble

staircases.

Adrian knew she was coming to look for him so he zipped up his fly, rushed back to his room, picked up a book, and flopped down on his bed. The wait seemed interminable. He tried to look like he was relaxing and enjoying the book when Brenda came in.

Brenda walked in without knocking - she wasn't much on privacy these days. "Hi Aidy! You miss me?"

He'd been hoping that she'd come in still wearing her sexy gray dress, especially since it had so much potential for accidental nipple exposure. But to his shock, what she wore now made that dress look positively frumpy.

She paused after entering and closed her eyes, giving her son a perfect opportunity to gawk without fear of embarrassment. All she had on was a see-through nightie and a tiny pair of panties that were nearly as see-through. (She also wore black "fuck me" pumps, but Adrian didn't notice them since his eyes didn't get anywhere near her feet.) The nightie, which was white insofar as it had enough material to have any color at all, hung over her so loosely that it didn't do a thing to stop her breasts from wobbling about and crashing into each other like two Jell-O-y bowling balls.

She said, "Anika, that spoilsport, said the dress I was wearing just now was indecent. She made me go change. But she doesn't know what I've changed into! This can be our little secret, can't it? ... I said, can't it, Pooh Bear?"

But he was beyond words. His blood was boiling and his breathing was so excited that he was in danger of hyperventilation. He thought that life couldn't possibly get any better than this, but he was wrong. Her sweet perfume wafted to his nose, and nearly bowled him over. That smell alone was enough to get his penis hard at any time.

She bee-lined right to where he sat and enveloped him in a big hug.

She was standing and he was sitting, so he found his upper chest, neck, and chin enveloped in gloriously abundant tit-flesh. He could feel her two long nipples poking into his chest just as firmly as if she was poking her index fingers into him with considerable pressure. The satiny lingerie material seemed like no barrier at all to her nakedness. He was in heaven. The only minor fly in the ointment was the fact that he was wearing pants and a T-shirt.

"I take it you like my little outfit?" She giggled nervously. She wasn't used to being this bold.

He nodded frantically. Then he gasped, "Oh Momma! I missed you so much!" The way she'd come up on him and hugged him while he still sat was unusual. He'd opened his arms with the intention of wrapping them around her, but without intending it his hands wound up on her

ass instead.

He felt horrified when he realized what he'd done and was about to pull his hands away, but then she cooed, "Mmmm. Someone's feeling frisky. Don't stop! Do you like Momma's ass?" He'd actually already pulled his hands away some by the time her words registered in his brain. He was shy and timid, but he was no fool. He quickly put his hands back on her butt. While there was some cloth between his fingers and her ass, it was delightfully thin and silky. He found himself actually liking the fact the cloth was there because it somehow heightened the tactile delight of exploring her ass cheeks. And her ass was even more delightful because it was being firmed up by the high "fuck me" pumps she was perched on.

He was too busy with his hands to answer her question, so she continued in a sensual voice, "Mmmm, you DO like Momma's ass. That's good. Momma likes it when you touch all her

naughty places."

But even though his hands were in ass nirvana, a large part of him was still peeved that she'd been gone all morning. He complained, "Momma, why'd you have to go back to his place? I've been so bored and lonely without you. It's not like I can really go anywhere on Thanksgiving, and I don't even have any homework. Why'd you have to be with HIM?!" She pulled back from her hug and looked him closely in the eyes. After a long pause, she said, "That's really eating you up, isn't it?" She broke the hug completely and sat on the bed right

next to him.

"It is! Thanksgiving is a family day. But you leave me all alone!" He was rather regretting bringing the topic up because it separated his hands from her ass, but his feelings were bottled up from hours of waiting and he couldn't hold back his frustration.

She cooed, "Awww, poor Pooh Bear."

"Momma, don't treat me like a baby!"

Ignoring his words, she fanned herself with a hand, and the movement of her upper arm

caused her whole chest to shake in the most beguiling ways. "Is it just me, or is it hot in here?" She hissed with extra passion, "Hot and sexy, with my sexy young son. I feel so terribly overdressed." She giggled at the absurdity of that comment, especially since he was wearing a black T-shirt and long pants. "I might just have to take off this heavy nightie. Would you like

that, Son?"

He felt like his brain was set on "fry," if not "broil," but he persisted with wanting to complain about Alan. "You're trying to distract me!" He added to himself, And it's working. By God, is it working!

She chuckled. "Am I? So you're saying you might find this a bit distracting too?" She lifted her

nightie up over her head and pulled it off. Then she tossed it aside. All she still wore were her panties and heels.

He gulped. There was a long pause as he simply tried to stare at her chest without passing out from sheer excitement.

She beamed with pleasure at his reaction. "You were saying something?"

Prior to the baring of his mother's monstrous breasts, he was about to say, "I'm not a little

kid anymore." Now he still said those words, but they came out as little more than an awed

whisper.

She looked at the visible bulge in his crotch. "No you're not! I can see that." She pointed a

finger at his bulge, and then the fingertip of that finger began to slide up and down it. "Is that all for Momma? Have you been thinking naughty thoughts about her while you've been waiting? Here, let me help you with that."

She unzipped his fly and fished his erection out. Then, for good measure, she pulled his pants down his thighs some before firmly grasping his erection with both hands.

He was staggered, and incredibly nervous. True, just the day before she had held his penis and

even stroked it a bit before Anika told her to stop, but that hardly meant he was expecting it to happen again, and certainly not in such a quick and matter-of-fact manner.

She held his shaft lovingly. "Ah, such a nice one. It's not as big as Alan's, but then again,

you're still a growing boy. Yours is just as fun to play with. MMMM! Feels so warm and alive! Hand me that hand lotion, will you?"

He was embarrassed by the fact he had a bottle of hand lotion by his bedside to help with his

frequent masturbation sessions. But he quickly forgot about his embarrassment as he watched his mother cover her hands with the lotion.

Then, with a naughty smile, she began stroking his erection with both hands. "So Aidy, tell me. What's bothering you about Alan? Let's talk."

"Let's talk?! But Momma, you're holding my, well, you know, with both hands!"

"Shhhh! Keep it down. You don't want Anika to find out and spoil our fun, do you?" she

winked conspiratorially. "I'll only keep doing this if you tell me what's bothering you." She figured that if she pleasured his penis every time he talked about Alan, before long he wouldn't mind Alan that much anymore. It was simple Pavlovian association, like teaching a dog to drool at the sound of a bell. In fact, she hardly moved her hands at all because she didn't want him to shoot too early, and she really did want a meaningful conversation. "Well, um, Ma, it's just not right! I know we talked about this yesterday, but I still don't

understand. Why him? Look at how wealthy we are, how beautiful you are! You can do so much better than just be one in a group."

"A harem, Aidy, a harem," Brenda corrected him.

"A harem! That's even worse! I can't even get myself to say it. It's so humiliating. Momma,

you have to stop. Please! For me!"

"Stop my stroking?" Her hands stopped, but only for a second or two. They resumed their languid journey up and down his shaft. She giggled, knowing that wasn't what he meant, but then turned serious. "I can't stop, my Pooh Bear, and it's not right for you to ask me to. I'm a

woman, with womanly needs. What if Alan asked me to marry him? Would you stop that?" "No. Of course not. That's socially respectable."

"Who cares about socially respectable? Should I stop stroking your lovely cock? Certainly

that's not socially respectable in the least. Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he whimpered, almost imperceptibly.

"I thought not. Aidy, I need Alan so much. You can't understand how strong my need is. Please

don't try to get in the way. He makes me happy. Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Yeah, but why can't he just marry you? Then it wouldn't be so painful to me." "Well, he hasn't married me, per se, but I've been accepted into his family of lovers in a

special ceremony. In fact, it took place just last night. That's why I was so happy this morning when I came home briefly to check in on you. It's not really the same as marriage, but again, try to think of it like what the Muslims do with their four wives." Adrian asked with some hope, "So, you mean you're like a de facto wife now?"

"Not exactly. He has some others that are more like his wives; I'm more like his sex slave."

His heart sunk. "SEX SLAVE?! Moo0000000000m! That's just so wrong!"

She could see he was upset, and combated that by speeding up her stroking. He certainly

wasn't so upset that he lost his erection.

"Why? Look at me." She took one hand off his erection long enough to gesture dramatically at her glorious nudity. She decided this wasn't the time for modesty. "Look at me and tell me my body isn't made for sex. If some mad scientist with a big breast fetish could genetically

engineer a body for sex, how would it be different from mine?"

"I don't know," he admitted. Between her increased stroking and her bountiful bare chest

staring him in the face, swaying and wobbling enticingly as she stroked him, all the fight had gone out of him.

"Well, my body is built for sex, and I've come to accept and indeed revel in that fact, rather than fighting it and feeling ashamed. Just like I told you yesterday. Alan was the one who

discovered my 'on' switch, and so naturally should reap the rewards of my new found sensuality. Isn't that fair?"

"But Ma! Does he love you?"

She thought about that. "No, probably not. But I think he will, in time. It would be nice if he

did, but ultimately it doesn't matter. I am his possession, his toy to play with, no matter

what."

"Mo00000000000m!"

"Adrian, think for a minute. You're being foolish! Alan has turned me into a sex fiend! I can't

stop. Like right now, I feel so much better stroking you as I talk. It just feels right, and natural, for me to do this. That's my role now: getting naked and making cocks cum! For what it's worth, Aidy, there are only two men in my life, Alan and you. So the more my master turns me into a perfect sex toy, the more you'll benefit too!" She found her words making her hotter, and so she stroked with increasing passion. "When I get all hot like I am right now, who knows what might happen? Your Momma's gonna make you cum and cum so very much!" As she continued to talk, she started to work herself into a frenzy. Her son's erection was extremely slick due to the hand lotion on it, not to mention copious amounts of his pre-cum, so her hands started to practically fly up and down it. The faster her hands moved, the more

her arms shook, and that caused her entire upper body to shake and bounce too. Adrian was a goner. He didn't have Alan's PC muscle control, and in fact had little control over his erection at all. Only the fact that he was in a daze, hypnotized to near idiocy by his mother's jiggling rack and her constant stroking, enabled him to hold out this long. But once she really went for broke while saying such slutty things, what little self-control he had

completely collapsed. His hips bucked as he started to spurt his cum.

Brenda kept both hands away from his cockhead for the time being, so there was nothing

stopping his cum from shooting into the air. Even as she stroked, she made sure to aim the arcs of flying cum onto her chest as much as possible.

He was a quiet type, so even he was surprised when he yelled out a triumphant roar as his cum splattered his mother's massive tits.

She was surprised; she'd never heard him make a sound even remotely like that. He rarely so

much as raised his voice. But his cries encouraged her. "That's it, Pooh Bear! Mark my tits! Make me yours!"

That just drove him on. He thought he was running low on cum due to his recent fevered pace

of self-love, but somehow the sheer arousal of the situation coaxed a few more ropes from him before he fell backwards, completely wiped out.