Six Times a Day Pt. 03

Alan took one last look at his mother, naked from head to toe only a few feet in front of him. She still had her back turned to him, but even from the back he could see the sides of her orgasm-inducing tits well enough.

He was amazed from the view he had at just how long, shapely, and toned her legs were. It was all he could do not to whip his penis out and openly masturbate right there in front of her. Many guys would have been driven to aggressiveness or even rape by such a sexy scene, but Alan literally was overwhelmed even at the idea of touching.

She had her back arched backwards dramatically, and her head was bent back even further, so the water pouring from the shower head hit the top of her head directly and then sent the shampoo behind her and down her back instead of down her face. Had her eyes been open, she would have been staring directly up at the ceiling. Her arms again reached up so she could rub the shampoo into her hair.

Alan found the sight of the musculature around her bare armpits surprisingly captivating.

Her butt cheeks were clenched, and much of the shampoo suds ran down her back and onto them. Her legs were slightly spread, but a view of her pussy through her legs was hidden by a large accumulation of suds between her thighs.

She turned the water down, and then paused. Suddenly, she turned her head around on her shoulders and looked down towards Alan's waist, to make sure he wasn't doing anything untoward with his rampant erection.

He was merely clenching his hands on the crotch of his shorts, as if trying to prevent his penis from escaping. He also was hoping that would somehow help him stop from climaxing, or at least mask it a bit if he did.

She covered her boobs and crotch as she turned, acting as if it was only a problem if he saw her front side. But her tits were so large that her hands stood no chance of covering them all up, and she didn't even succeed in hiding both of her nipples. She gazed at his crotch far too long to be subtle about it, and then looked up to his face. Her face was one of concern, indicating that things had gone too far and that he had to go.

It occurred to Alan that she was trembling. That finally broke the spell over him long enough for him to turn around and back away. The shower curtain and shower door were still wide open, as was the door to the bathroom. He walked out of the bathroom in a daze, shaking his head in wonder.

He hurried back to his room so he could masturbate to thoughts of his mother even as he was consumed by guilt for doing so. He also severely chastised himself for being so rude and staring so long. He felt like he wasn't himself, but more like a pinball being bounced around until he didn't know which way was up.

Susan thought to herself, Why the heck did I just do that? Why didn't I just tell him to go? Why couldn't I have gotten the shampoo myself in the first place? I'm turning into a complete exhibitionist ... and worse! Why does he have to have such a BIG bulge there? And his bare and manly chest... I'm thinking such sinful thoughts about my own son. I can't! I can't!

But her guilt didn't last long, as she began thinking about Alan watching her naked in the shower. She imagined him aggressively walking into the shower with her, putting his hands on her shoulders, and calling her an exhibitionist slut. Then she imagined him pinning her against the shower wall and slamming his powerfully hard erection into her burning pussy.

Unconsciously she found herself cleaning her breasts, ass, and crotch very thoroughly with a bar of soap, but she still didn't dare openly masturbate. Masturbating was something she had literally never done in her life and she didn't even really know how to do it.

As a result, she ended up feeling very frustrated. After the shower ended she felt tremendous guilt, and she banished all unwanted erotic thoughts completely from her mind. She even cried.

She went downstairs and called Suzanne to come over. She poured out what she called "the whole, sordid, horrible story" of what she'd done in the shower.

Suzanne was surprised and pleased, though she was careful to show only sympathy and concern.

They talked about it a long time.

In the end, Suzanne more or less managed to convince Susan that she'd performed a noble deed to help her son's medical treatment. If her body felt strange or tingly, that was just an inconsequential and perfectly harmless side effect.

Susan was glad for excuses to explain away her behavior. She felt a lot better, and only hours after the shower she changed into a more provocative dress than any she'd worn before. Suzanne didn't even have to explicitly tell her what to wear this time.

CHAPTER 3

Alan meanwhile was very disturbed that he found himself so turned on by his own mother. After he masturbated he tried to take a nap, but he found he couldn't sleep. He'd barely slept the night before, either. Images of Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were filling his head. Thoughts of them were dominating his mind all day long, almost from the moment the new policy to "sex things up" was announced.

He got up and paced around and around. What he really wanted to do was talk about all of this with someone, but he felt he couldn't reveal his wicked thoughts to anyone. More disturbingly, the three people he most closely confided in, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine, were the very people he wanted to talk about. He decided at least that he could talk to his sister in a general way about the overall situation, and get some feedback. He went to her room and knocked on the door.

"Hey Sis?"

"Yes?" she answered through the door.

He waited after hearing this, and hearing nothing more, finally decided to open the door. When he did, the resulting sight was quite a shock for him. Katherine was lying in bed with her satin sheets mostly off of her, and just the skimpiest of nightwear on.

She cried out, "Alan, I'm nearly naked!" as if he needed that pointed out to him. She pulled herself up from the bed, which had the effect of allowing him to see her rack much better.

Alan stood with his mouth agape and face blushing. "Um, uh, sorry! I'll leave." He started to shut the door.

"No, wait!" Katherine cried out.

He stopped, but didn't turn around.

She continued more calmly. "It looks like you want to talk about something important. This is the same as if I was wearing a bathing suit really. It's just that you surprised me. What is it?"

Alan reluctantly opened the door again, and tried to look anywhere in the room except at his sister's body. The first thing that came to his mind was how similar his stumbling into a nearly naked Katherine was to his stumbling into a completely naked Susan less than an hour before. So he started with that. "Weird things are happening lately, Sis. Earlier I accidentally walked in on Mom taking a shower. But she didn't immediately shoo me away, so I kind of looked at her. Naked. Can you imagine that? Our mom, letting me see her naked? And now I see you like ... this."

He looked at her body again, and saw how she was leaning forward as if in rapt attention, but the effect was to cause her tits to nearly spill out of her bikini styled top. One shoulder strap was slowly sliding down her arm.

He went on, with greater agitation and more difficulty in concentrating, "And, uh, anyways, these things never ever happened, and now they're suddenly happening all the time before. Is it all connected to the new 'sexing things up' effort? Does that explain it all?"

Katherine lied, "I dunno. I'm not really sexing things up, I'm just finally wearing the clothes I want to, now that Mom'll let me. Like, look at this nightgown. It's so silky and comfy. If you ran your hand all over it, you'd know just how comfy it is."

Alan fell for that. He imagined himself running his hands over it, but it was basically a bikini. The only place to feel it would be right over her pussy or her breasts.

He suddenly found himself wishing there was a way he could adjust his shorts.

"You are?" Katherine said excitedly. She clapped her hands in delight, causing her bikini to nearly slide completely off a boob. Only her nipple, which appeared to be protruding and hard, stopped it from sliding off. "I'm so happy for you. Isn't that great? Soon you'll be back on schedule with doing your thing."

"Uh, yeah. That's great. I guess," Alan said not very convincingly. He was conflicted and wanted to talk more, but looking at his sister with her clothes so close to falling off was making all attempts at serious conversation impossible for him. So he gave up the attempt. "That's all I wanted to say. That things are weird. I'll go now."

But she kept talking, trying to keep him in the room. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. We're trying to sex things up a little, remember? By the way, how do you like my new pajamas?"

Alan looked around for pajamas and then realized she was referring to the silk bikini she was wearing.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and put herself on display, posing like a model.

Alan was relieved that at least she finally adjusted her shoulder strap.

"Um, nice," he stammered.

"Cool! He likes it!" she answered as if talking to herself more than him. "I bought it just for you yesterday, you know, to help make things sexier. But do you think they're TOO sexy? You're not just my brother, you're like my best friend too. I don't want you to be all weirded out."

Alan was "all weirded out," but he didn't want her to stop wearing it. So he lied, "No, it's cool." He hastily added, "Uuuuhhh, I gotta go. Thanks for talking." His heart was pounding and his brain fogging. He felt he had to go before he reached sensory overload.

"Is that all you wanted to say? Well then I'm going back to sleep." She immediately dropped her head and closed her eyes. But she added, "Thanks a lot, Bro."

Alan just stood and stared at the vision of loveliness. He couldn't fail to miss that the strap had fallen again, causing one nipple to partially poke out of her bikini pajamas. Dang. I've never seen so much of her chest. But there's a nipple, right there! I would never have guessed that hiding under all that clothing my sister actually has an amazing body! She's pretty stacked, too!

Then it occurred to him that her thanking him seemed incongruous, so he said, "Thanks for what?"

Still lying there with her eyes closed, she mumbled, "Just thanks for being such a great brother. I don't mind looking sexy for you, 'cos I know you'd never take advantage of me. I think helping you get hard is going to be a lot of fun." She didn't open her eyes, but she smiled for him.

Alan stared some more, and then staggered out of the room. He left feeling even more confused than before. He thought in frustration, Great. My cure for getting a hard-on thinking about my mother is getting a hard-on thinking about my sister. Crazy!

He was so weirded out by the back to back nakedness incidents that he decided to spend the next day away from the house to give him some time to think. He spent the whole day at the beach with his friends, Sean and Peter.

That evening, he went to the movies with yet another friend. By the end of the day, he felt much more himself, and more at ease.

CHAPTER 4 (Sunday, Oct. 6)

Amy hung out at the Plummer house most evenings and sometimes in the afternoon as well, but she hadn't been there much the past several days. She showed up again Sunday night.

It seemed that Amy, like her mother Suzanne, also preferred the happy environment of the Plummer house more than the gloomy one of her own Pestridge house. Mostly that was because Amy had become very good friends with Katherine, even though they were one year apart in school. Katherine was a junior, while Amy and her brother Brad were both seniors like Alan.

Amy was a truly unique girl. She was one of the most beautiful girls in school, as befitted the daughter of Suzanne. Her breasts were still far from the heaving watermelons her mother had, but nonetheless they were more developed than almost everyone else's at the high school and were even a little bigger than Katherine's. They also looked proportionately bigger because she was only five foot eight inches tall compared to Katherine at five foot eleven.

It also didn't hurt her bustline that she was slightly plump. That by no means meant fat - just that she had a fuller, curvier figure than the typical skinny fashion model. She had mostly light auburn hair that verged on becoming dirty blonde if she spent a lot of time in the sun. But like her mother, she had fair skin and tried to avoid the sun as much as she could.

Her face differed from her mother's though. Whereas Suzanne had a naturally sexy "come hither" look and narrow eyes and eyebrows that made her look very intelligent and worldly, Amy had a much more open and innocent look. She had wider, hazel eyes, and a nearly permanent smiling expression, with big, rosy cheeks. She was almost always happy and content.

But what made her unusual was the rest of her personality. She was frequently called an airhead or a space cadet. She didn't deserve the label, but she did have a unique way about her, and people couldn't get past surface appearances. What perhaps made her seem like such an airhead was her completely naïve and gullible nature.

She also appeared extremely absent-minded, totally guileless, and naturally kind as well. In this way, she seemed the total opposite of her clever, jaded, and conniving mother. Perhaps it was a subconscious desire to not be like the parts of her mother that she disapproved of that made her that way.

Regardless, her personally and looks perfectly fit the role of cheerleader, and naturally she was on the varsity cheerleading squad. She'd become a cheerleader in large part because it was what Katherine was doing. They were already best friends, but being on the same squad of six cheerleaders only strengthened their bond.

Katherine was on the squad because she wanted to be popular, and she was so good looking that she could get on the team, even though her personality didn't fit in with the other ditzy cheerleaders. Whereas, Amy didn't particularly desire to be popular or be a cheerleader, but it just seemed like the thing she was supposed to do, so she did it. Like Katherine, it wasn't hard for her to get on the team, thanks to her looks.

So although Amy was a perfectly wonderful girl, she and her mother Suzanne didn't have a whole lot in common. In fact, Suzanne had a hard time understanding her seemingly flighty daughter.

But Suzanne had an even harder time understanding her other child, Brad. In recent years, he had moved into a world that was completely alien to his mother (and his sister, for that matter). He'd become a rebellious James Dean type, with ever-present black clothes, spiky hair, piercings, and tattoos. He was into loud trash metal music that everyone else in the house hated, and he really loved "macho" men's stuff like cars, football, and fishing. He was on the football team at school as well. So at least he had some areas of common interest with his father. But he had little to talk about with Suzanne other than what food was being served for dinner.

So with a husband she secretly resented and a son she didn't know, the only reason Suzanne had to be home was to be with Amy. But Amy was rarely at home. She was often off with her ditzy friends, doing cheerleader practice, talking about boys, hanging out in malls, and the like.

When Amy did come home, she was like her mother in that she preferred to be over at the happier Plummer household next door. She was somewhat close to Susan and Alan since they'd known her since before she could talk, but both were also on different wavelengths, Susan with her religious prudishness and age difference, and Alan with his nerdy and boyish pursuits. Her main reason for coming over was Katherine. Amy and Katherine weren't that naturally compatible, but they had shared everything together almost since they were born. Katherine acted like Amy's very protective older sister, even though Amy was the eldest of the two of them.

Amy was so clueless that she needed a lot of protection. All of her friends protected her, especially from leering men. Amy had a sexual encounter once, the year before, but it was a very traumatic experience because the guy had taken advantage of her extreme naiveté and tried to rape her during a date (luckily, he didn't get very far before she successfully cried out for help). So other people were always telling her whom she could do what with and when, and they kept her social life on a short leash.

Therefore, the issue of whether to tell Amy about Alan's medical "situation" was a hard one. On one hand, she came over to the Plummers' house a lot, and like her mother she came and went with her own key without knocking. But on the other hand, nobody really knew if she could keep a secret, because she'd never had to keep an important one before. For all they knew, she might just up and blurt out something in her absent-minded way. Even Suzanne tended to think of Amy as an airhead.

The result of all this was a very awkward scene that Sunday evening. Alan, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne were in the living room watching TV when Amy came over. That in and of itself wasn't unusual, because the Plummers had a really amazing wide screen TV. That was another reason why Amy liked to come over so much.

But since no one had told Amy about the new "sexing things up" policy, she didn't understand why the three women there were dressed in such revealing clothing. Susan wore a formal and somewhat revealing dress, and Katherine wore a loose summer dress. Suzanne was wearing a much more formal satiny dress she'd just worn to dinner back at her home. But it was clear to Amy that none of the others were wearing any bras.

None of them realized Amy had entered the house. As she walked into the living room and stood behind Alan, she looked over towards Suzanne and realized that from her point of view, or Alan's, she could see Suzanne's entire pussy!

Suzanne was engaged in a bit of a stealth operation. She'd worn a fancy dress that covered her up more than usual, and even kept her boobs quite restrained, so as to draw Susan's suspicions away from her. But the dress exposed almost all of her thighs when she was standing.

Thus, by sitting on the couch with her feet up on the couch, the fabric rode up to her waist and exposed everything below it. The positioning of the couches meant that neither Katherine nor Susan could see that Suzanne now had her pussy completely exposed for Alan to see.

As if that wasn't enough to blow Alan's mind, her hand was also absent-mindedly lingering in that area. It looked like she was liable to plunge a finger into her pussy at any moment.

Everyone was looking at the TV in rapt attention except Alan, who clearly had his eyes on another show.

"Hi Mom!" Amy finally said, after checking out everyone in the room.

The others all looked up and around to find where the voice was coming from.

Suzanne immediately jumped in her seat and began covering her pussy up even before she figured out who was speaking or from where. When she saw where Amy was standing, she turned beet red.

Alan blushed as well, though Amy could only see the back of his head from her point of view and couldn't see where he'd been looking.

"Amy! You surprised me. How you doin'?" said her mom, scared, but trying to sound nonplused.

"M'kay. What'cha watching?"

"A 'Friends' rerun. Come sit down and join us." Suzanne made a show of making room so that Amy would sit on the same couch as her, putting her daughter between herself and Alan.