Six Times a Day Pt. 04

Yet somehow her bashfulness turned Alan on even more, as if she was willing to do anything to please him, but also as if she was forced to do it like a slave.

At one point, Susan leaned over to Suzanne and whispered in her ear. She'd assumed Alan couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could, mostly because reading her lips while she whispered helped quite a lot.

She whispered, "Suzanne, I can't do this. It's like I'm naked. They won't stop bouncing and jiggling with every move I make. And my nipples! Everyone can see how aroused I am. It's so improper."

Suzanne whispered back, "You have to be strong. Think of all that cum Alan is going to shoot, thanks to your sacrifice. Hang in there."

Susan whispered in return, "That's part of the problem. I keep thinking of him cumming. I'm telling you, it's not right."

Suzanne just squeezed her hand. "Be strong."

She finally leaned back, inadvertently causing a new series of chest earthquakes.

Alan was so aroused that he wanted to cry.

But Alan's great arousal wore down his defense and he ended up explaining some of what happened with Akami.

Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest.

Alan's version of events was highly edited and censored. He did explain how he'd climaxed three times during the appointment, but he left the impression that it had been more of a clinical treatment than the mind-blowingly lusty experience it really was. He mentioned next to nothing of what Susan did, and said she'd kept her eyes closed the whole time.

But even Katherine, who knew nothing of what happened so far, could read between the lines more often than not. She strongly suspected Susan did more than just sit bored with her eyes closed the whole time. Her suspicions were strengthened by watching Susan's nervous reaction to Alan's retelling of the event.

Susan mostly just squirmed and blushed in great embarrassment. She squished about as well, because her pussy got quite wet. It wasn't what Alan said that made her so horny, it was her own memory filling in the gaps of his account that did it. Mostly, she couldn't get the image of Akami's hands rhythmically sliding all over Alan's big erection.

Since Katherine was the least knowledgeable about the appointment, she kept pressing for many of the very sexual details Alan was trying not to mention. She said things like, "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling me, the whole time you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your hard-on? And she did this in the nude?!"

"Not exactly the whole time, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her panties on." He valiantly tried his hardest to steer the discussion from questions about what his mother was doing or saying, in an attempt to protect her honor.

Despite his efforts, Susan was aghast with shame, and the more aroused she grew, the more ashamed she got as well. She thought, What's wrong with me? I can only imagine what I look like in this outfit, with my erect nipples plainly visible for all to see. This top gives no support whatsoever. I might as well be topless. It's like someone just painted a part of by breasts red and called that a top.

But what's worse are my naughty thoughts. I don't care what Suzanne says, thinking about my Tiger's big hard thing being so lovingly stroked by the good nurse HAS to be some kind of sin. I'll bet it's hard right now, under the table there. Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about how he splattered his seed all over Akami's face and chest. At least he didn't spill it on the ground. Thank goodness for small blessings.

She stared at where she would have been able to see Alan's crotch had the table not been in the way. I'll bet his member could use some help right now. It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release. I could be the one to stroke it at this very moment! It's for his own good! And if he cums all over me, I'd be saving him from moral depravity.

She took some heavy breaths to calm down. There must be something wrong with me. Suzanne seems so calm and collected. Katherine is her usual giggly self. True, they're both dressed very provocatively, but I'm the only one dressed like a complete whore and thinking terribly naughty thoughts about my own son. I have to get my act together. But I have to do it on my own. I can't even let Suzanne know that I can't stop dreaming of holding Alan's pulsing, throbbing hardness in my hand or I'll die of shame.

She was right about one thing: Alan was terribly excited and in great need for release. It was mostly due to Susan's top. In fact, it was cleverly designed to cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked because of the way it managed to lift them up yet leave them there without significant support.

Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork to her plate, caused her boobs to bounce around wildly. She was frustrated at all the movement she was making and felt like there was a shining spotlight pointing right at her chest, everyone staring at her. But she didn't know what to do.

Alan skipped dessert. Instead, he rushed upstairs, hopped on his bed, and climaxed into a towel.

He was emotionally and physically exhausted from so much sexual stimulation in recent days. And his penis felt like it had been rubbed raw, too. He was greatly relieved later that evening to simply go watch a movie with his friends Sean and Peter. It helped too that he took a cold shower before leaving.

But it wasn't so easy to simply shut off all that had happened. He spent most of the evening with his friends, yet not really with them. Instead, he thought about things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into his house to pick him up to go somewhere, and saw her dressed the way she was. Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him to come back and take care of some "unfinished business."

Once he left for the movie, Susan desperately needed her own release as well. While she washed the dishes with Katherine, she debated whether she should masturbate or not. It wasn't that she distrusted Suzanne, but she wondered if maybe Suzanne only knew one school of thought when it came to the sinfulness of female masturbation. She didn't want to live a life of sin based on a misunderstanding.

But on the other hand, she was so aroused that she felt like falling on her knees and screaming, "Why me, Lord? Why me?" She was reminded of the trials of Job.

After much restless agitation, she came to a compromise solution: I'll just go back to my room and practice my breast exam. Akami did say that one cannot do that enough. Since I didn't have one in years, I probably need a lot of them now, to make up for it. Plus, if I don't practice, I'm going to forget how Akami did it exactly.



So that's what she did. She ended up having an orgasm just by "examining" her breasts. She decided that didn't count as masturbation since she didn't even touch her pussy.

She tried at first to think of her favorite movie stars, but failed miserably. Within seconds, her thoughts were filled with nothing but erotic fantasies involving her son. She loved wearing her scandalous red outfit at dinner and her thoughts at first involved that.

In her daydream, in the middle of dinner Alan ordered her to sit next to her. Then, without saying anything, he reached over and began fondling her through her top. But soon he had her top completely off and casually pulled at her nipples while holding a normal conversation with the others. In her mind, it really was her son's fingers pulling on her nipples right then instead of her masturbating.

Then in her dream, Suzanne sat on the other side of Alan, pulled out his erection, and began stroking it. All the while Alan kept pulling on Susan's nipples.

She never got beyond that in the dream because it was all so exciting that she came within minutes.

She felt a lot better when it was over. It was like a fog had lifted from her brain. She decided, This kind of ... activity ... is good because it purges all those nasty, depraved, evil, SINFUL thoughts from my head. I feel halfway normal now. What I need to do in the future is to have some more breast exams but think about things - anything! - other than my son's extremely tempting member.

She looked back at her thoughts, such as the idea that she needed to have lots of breast exams to make up for not doing them for years, and wondered how she could have fallen for such illogical thinking.

Suzanne lurked around the Plummer house after Susan went to her room. Like a spy on a secret mission, she wanted to know just how excited Susan was getting. So, after an impatient pause and when she thought the coast was clear, she snuck up to Susan's bedroom and put her ear to Susan's door. She heard the sound of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

Smiling with satisfaction, she headed back to her own house.

Her husband was working late, so she was alone as she stood before her bedroom closet and started to undress for bed. I knew it! I'm shocked, but not completely shocked. Susan has been so repressed that she's a volcano of passion, and now she's starting to erupt. She can't even control herself in the slightest. She's so fucking horny for Alan! It's obvious.

This certainly changes things. My goal was to relax her morals enough so that she'd accept my relationship with Alan. The problem is, I think she's sliding down a slippery slope and there's no way to stop her just half way down. She's resisting, but deep down she wants some of Alan's cock. I could see the way her eyes were practically boring a hole through the table. It was like she was praying for X-ray vision.

So that could be bad. That definitely opens up a whole can of worms. But on the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I can realize my ultimate, impossible sexual fantasy: seduce not just Alan, but Susan and Katherine too! It seems too good to be true that I'm getting this far with Alan, but I never would have expected the two of them would react like this on top of it. It's like they're total nymphomaniacs exploding into lust at the first opportunity.

She finished undressing while she continued to ruminate. Susan's reaction has been wild enough. But there's Katherine's reaction too. Like the way she was pumping Alan at dinner with questions about how Akami stroked his penis. Pumping is the perfect word. She looked like she could barely contain herself from reaching over and jacking him off right at the dinner table.

Now that Suzanne stood naked, she began fingering her pussy in front of her mirror. I had Katherine pegged all wrong. I thought she was another prude just like her mother. How many years did I try to get Susan to have an affair to spice up her life, and it was the one thing I could never make her do. I couldn't even get her to dress more sexily. But no, mother and daughter are total hotties. In fact, I'd almost suspect Katherine had a thing for him even before I put my scheme into motion. Maybe she does! It's so hot, sister and brother together! I can't stand it!

Suzanne was really assaulting her pussy now. Her whole body buckled with every thrust. Her other hand worked furiously on her clit. But unlike Susan with her brain that fogged over so easily, Suzanne was much better at keeping her wits about her. She continued to simultaneously fantasize and scheme even as she grew more and more aroused.

Alan could be the key to all three of them. I need to develop and cultivate their lustful feelings for each other. Then, one day, we'll all be in bed together, all four of us! If we're all on Alan, it'll be natural for the touching between everyone to develop until we women are all madly fucking each other as well. It'll be glorious! I could move in with them, and, oh God! Oh, too much! Too much!

I can move in with them and maybe, maybe even, oh, yes! Maybe even marry Alan! Oh Lord God! Yes! Only I can marry him. I'm the only one not related! Fuck! They'll have to agree. Fuck yeah! Oh! Good God! The fucking hunky Alan, my fucking husband! And Susan and Katherine my partners in bed! Oh! Lord! One giant orgy, every day! God yes! Oh! Aaaaiiiieeee!!!

Suzanne arched back and let out a loud wail as she had the best orgasm she could remember in years. As it went on, visions of all three Plummers flashed in her head, one after another. Mostly it was Alan, and then Susan. Suzanne had a slight crush on Susan for years, but never pursued it because she considered Susan just a tad less prudish than a nun with lifelong chastity vows.

She'd never really had sexual feelings for Katherine, she had no interest in underaged girls. But there was no denying that Katherine was reaching the age of an adult and her body was the body of an adult. Now Suzanne was amenable to the idea of seducing Katherine, too. Suddenly, she was very amenable.

She lay back on her bed in the nude. If I had a REAL man as a husband, he would be here for me now. I never would have started wandering. I can't even remember the last time we made love. It's like Susan and I aren't married at all. I don't know which is worse: Susan's husband being overseas all the time, or my husband being here but not here at the same time.

Well, Alan's a real man, and a good man, too. He's no mere boy. He'd never neglect me or leave me alone. She looked around the empty bedroom and sighed.

CHAPTER 3 (Wednesday, Oct. 9)

The next day, everything seemed perfectly normal again for Alan. It was just another day at school, and then a typical day at home except for Susan and Katherine dressing more sexily. Admittedly, a lot more sexily. He overheard Susan chastising Katherine over her outfit, but Katherine pointed out that Susan wasn't one to talk, given what she was wearing.

Alan masturbated several times in the afternoon as usual. The outfits he saw helped, but he certainly wasn't lacking mental stimulation material.

He hadn't seen Suzanne at all that day and worried that he'd miss her altogether. But when he got back from a quick trip to the grocery store after dinner, Susan told him that Suzanne was in his room waiting for him and had something she wanted to talk about.

Alan had a good feeling that Suzanne wanted to do more than just talk. As he walked up the stairs towards his room, he felt scared and apprehensive. She was so sexual and physically perfect that just being near her could be intimidating. One part of his brain said, Don't let me go in there! But on the other hand, a team of wild horses couldn't have kept him out.

Suzanne looked absolutely ravishing. She now wore an elaborately designed black silk kimono not for a love of Japanese style, but strictly for the potential it had to open up in the front.

It was already about nine in the evening by this time. Alan reflected that this was probably the type of thing she wore just before climbing into bed. Just the thought of Suzanne getting into a bed was now enough to get him horny. Yet he reminded himself it was only days ago when he didn't have any sexual thoughts about her at all.

No sooner had they sat down than Suzanne took advantage of how the robe opened in the front. She leaned back on his bed and allowed a boob to fall out of the kimono. There was a wide sash across her midsection which kept the kimono rather bound up, but she quickly worked to make sure that it "accidentally" came undone. Her hands began roaming over her kimono, and wherever they went, the kimono opened up more and more.

As she explored her body, she said, "I'm so glad you're here. I've been getting so hot and bothered just thinking about you."

"You? About me?"

"Sure! You think I'm helping you out just for you? Sweetie, believe me I would if I have to because I love you, but I'm enjoying this just as much as you are." By the time she said that, her robe had opened enough to completely expose both of her breasts. She reached up to a nipple and loudly moaned as she pinched it.

"Really?" Alan honestly asked, "But I don't deserve you. You're like a Playboy centerfold - you're actually hotter than the typical Playboy centerfold - and I'm just some guy, some random teenager."

She raised an eyebrow as she played with her breasts with both hands. "Don't sell yourself short. You're not just some random teenager. You're my Sweetie! You're the most kind and good man I've ever met, and you're turning into a total hunk to boot. Note that I say 'man' and not 'boy'. Now, are you going to release the beast from its cage or are you going to leave me suffering?"

Her looked at her in confusion and saw her eyebrows wiggling as she stared at the obvious bulge in his shorts. He was slowly learning. Suzanne actually sees ME as a sex object of some sort? Wow.

She added impatiently, "Are you going to unzip your shorts so we can get down to some nasty porn watching, or am I going to do it myself?"

Alan was learning fast. He grinned. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do it yourself."

She said wryly, "Now I know why you're in the gifted classes." She let the kimono fall off her shoulders. It was stopped from falling all the way off by the sash around her waist. Then she got down on her knees in front of where Alan was sitting.

She reached out and unzipped his shorts zipper.

Alan held his breath. He couldn't believe what was happening.

She took her time just staring at his bulge, letting the anticipation grow. Finally, she reached in through the fly on his underwear and grasped his erection firmly.

Alan exhaled and then sucked in another big breath. His heart was pounding.

She pulled his erection out and left it sticking straight out, right at her. "Did I really just grab your cock?" she asked rhetorically. "I'm such a naughty girl. If I'm not careful, I might end up grabbing it, and stroking it, a lot more. That would be bad. Very improper." She winked.

Alan felt dizzy. It was like every last drop of blood in his body had rushed to engorge his erection, leaving nothing to keep his brain working. He tried taking deep breaths to calm down.

Suzanne was tempted to lean forward and suck on his meaty rod, but she also wanted to draw out his seduction as much as she could. She looked up and playfully asked him, "So, a penny for your thoughts. Is something arousing you? What could it be?"

Alan was going to burst out, "You!" But he thought, I have to be clever. Cool. I'm not just some random teenager. I have to live up to Aunt Suzy's high expectations. After a long pause, he grinned and said, "I'm just looking at the porn pictures."

Suzanne was amused. "Oh, the porn pictures, eh?" She pretended to pout, and flicked a finger at his erection, causing it to sway from side to side. She brought her face closer to his erection, allowing her to breathe on it. Then she said in a very breathy voice, "JUST the pictures? Having your Aunt Suzy nearly totally naked and on her knees before your cock thinking about how good it would feel to touch and fondle doesn't have anything to do with it?"

Alan felt assaulted with erotic sensations, even though she wasn't touching him. For one thing, she was breathing on his penis quite heavily. He could actually sense the minty flavor in her mouth as she puffed on it. He also loved her flowery perfume (he detected lavender) and her scratchy voice. Add the words she was saying and the way she was showing off her naked torso, and he was in serious danger from cumming without any skin to skin contact at all.

He answered her question, "Maybe a little."

Her grin widened. "Just a little, eh? What am I going to do with you?" She cupped a tit as she said this, and with the fingers from her other hand traced the outline of the nipple on that tit.