Six Times a Day Pt. 08

She murmured, "Can we stop for a minute? I'm having a really hard time not moving. I think it's your checking for bumps. It's making me all shaky."

He grinned; she was just too cute. "All right, I'll stop, but keep your eyes closed and keep still." He realized this was for the best, since it was obvious Amy was about to climax. That was something Katherine had just done a minute or two earlier, and fairly noisily, too.

"Tell me, Amy," said Alan. "Have you ever masturbated?"

"No, but I've heard about it though," she replied brightly. "What's it like?"

At that both Alan and Katherine couldn't resist laughing out loud.

Finally, Alan responded, "It's somewhat like checking for bumps. But it's kind of different."

"Oh. Well then I think I'll like it then," she said, innocently.

"I think we can continue, so keep still," Alan finally said. "I believe I'm done shaving, but before we finish, we need to check again for bumps. The allergic-type reaction can often be delayed some minutes after the shaving is done, so it's good to keep checking for bumps for some time."

"M'kay. I'll try to keep still," said Amy out of the corners of her mouth, "But it's really hard when you check for bumps."

"Do your best," Alan said. "Now that I'm not shaving, it's okay if you have to move around some, but definitely keep your eyes closed no matter what."

He began to finger her pussy again, more vigorously this time. Since that only took up one hand, he slipped the other underneath his towel and massaged his very ready erection. He was so aroused by playing with Amy's pussy that he was already on the verge of a big climax even though his penis hadn't been touched at tall.

Katherine also started to masturbate herself again as well.

Amy soon began to wiggle her ass around in response to Alan's fingers.

"That's okay, Amy, move around if you have to, but don't even think of opening your eyes!" Alan added this last part because his towel had now fallen off of him completely and he was masturbating himself a mere foot or two away from her with the hand not "checking for bumps."

Finally Alan couldn't take it anymore and, as he shot his load, he pointed his hard-on straight down. The cum landed all over the bathroom floor. He then took some shaving cream and splattered it on the floor as well. He hoped that Amy would just mistake his cum for more of the cream.

When he saw that his sister had reached another climax a minute later, he said, "Okay, I think we're done." He wrapped the towel around his waist again.

"Done?" said Amy, eyes still closed. "Are you sure you don't need to check for any more bumps? I had a really interesting feeling. I think it may be really good if you check for bumps a little more - at least another minute!"

Amy's pussy leaked a lot of juice, and obviously she was right on the verge of climax again. Her pussy lips were distended and had darkened considerably in color as the blood had rushed to her groin from the constant stimulation of Alan's fingers.

Her pussy smell wafted into the air and filled Alan's nostrils. "Are you feeling flush and tingly?" he asked.

"Oh yes! Very flush and very tingly!"

"I'm afraid you may be getting an allergic reaction," he lied. "Sometimes it doesn't just manifest itself with bumps but there are other symptoms. When that happens it's important to check for bumps even more vigorously. We'll do that in a few minutes. In the meanwhile, let me clean up the last of the shaving cream..." - he wiped her pussy and thighs of her juices - "and you can check out your new look! Oh yes," he said almost to himself as he remembered that her eyes were still closed, "Open your eyes now."

Amy opened her eyes and walked in front of the bathroom mirror. "Wow," she exclaimed, "Neat!" The shaved pussy made her look more like the big-titted, wide-hipped jail bait type than she already was.

"It looks great!" said Katherine. She lifted her naked and wet body out of the bathtub, knelt down in front of Amy's pussy, and asked, "Can I touch it now?"

"Sure!" said Amy.

"Feels smooth..." Katherine cooed as she ran her fingers over it.

"Does that mean I can touch myself down there now?" Amy asked.

"Yes. But keep it a secret okay? Everything in here today is a secret."

"M'kay!"

"That reminds me," said Katherine. "I think it's time we check for more bumps. Don't you think, Brother?"

"Yes. Definitely a good idea, Sis. Why don't you help her out this time?"

Katherine began to thrust two fingers into Amy. She gave Alan a knowing look from behind Amy's back and playfully motioned with her free hand that he should take his towel off.

"Make sure to check all the hard-to-reach places, Sis," Alan added helpfully. Then he said to Amy, "You can keep your eyes open now if you want. In fact, now that you've shaved your pussy, you'll need help shaving it in the future. As you can see, it's a two- or even three-person operation. You have to keep it very closely shaved, and each time, it's important to check for bumps, especially since you were feeling flush and tingly. You can have Katherine or I help you out anytime. Especially for a newly shaven pussy, it's important to shave it at least a few times a week. Actually, it wouldn't hurt to shave it every day."

"Y-y-yes," replied a very horny Amy. Her big boobs jiggled and shook along with the rest of her body, which made Alan start to think of excuses to play with them as well.

After a minute or two, Alan asked, "Little Sister, how is it going there? Have you found any bumps?" Amy was wildly rotating her hips around by this point.

"Well, Very Big Brother, funny you should-"

But Alan never got to hear if the elusive bumps had been found, or figure out a way to play with Amy's boobs right then, because at that moment he was just able to hear the sound of the garage door opening. He interrupted his sister and said, "I just realized I have to go! You two take your clothes and immediately go to Katherine's room. Now! I'll clean up here."

When Amy's back was turned, Alan frantically pointed towards the garage, and Katherine got the message that a parent had returned.

They managed to wrap everything up without suspicion.

Alan took a shower, to better cover their tracks. Even though it could only have been his mother at that hour, he was still shaken by how close they'd come to being caught.

CHAPTER 7

Katherine most certainly ignored all boundaries and pushed things as far as she could.

A case in point happened that evening. While Katherine and Alan ate dinner, talking and facing each other, Susan and Ron were engaged in another conversation at the head of the table.

Katherine reached out to the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and grabbed a banana. She peeled it, but instead of biting into it, she started to lick it. Katherine had toyed already with seductively eating phallic shaped food on several occasions, but it stopped when Susan had her change of heart. Now, for the first time, she dared to be so seductive with her father sitting only one chair away.

That was far too risky for Alan's tastes. He kicked her in the shins underneath the table, at first lightly and then more vigorously, until she stopped.

But rather than give up altogether, she completely unpeeled the banana and put it on her plate. Periodically throughout the meal, when she thought her parents weren't looking, she would pick the banana up again and lick it just like a penis, even focusing on where the sensitive spot just below the penis head would be. She would give up in the face of renewed kicking by Alan, and then the process would start all over again.

It kept Alan on edge throughout the meal, in more ways than one.

When Susan and Ron finished eating and went to the kitchen, Katherine and Alan stayed behind.

Katherine picked up the banana again and nearly deep throated it this time, while grinning madly.

But Alan urgently whispered, "Stop that right now! Sis, please! Are you fucking insane?! For the love of God will you please stop and promise me you'll never do it again?"

"Never? Don't you like it?" She pulled it out of her mouth but kept licking.

Had he been truthful, he would have said he loved it but also hated it. But not wanting to encourage her, he avoided the question. "At least never when Father's at home, okay? Please?"

She paused in her licking and asked, "And in return I get what?"

"Aside from not going to prison or get killed by Father, I'll owe you one."

"If you promise to do any favor I say, I'll keep my word."

"Okay, but just one favor."

She stopped and smiled. "Excellent. That means I won't have to just practice on bananas."

"What's that dear? Something about practice?" Susan walked back into the dining room with a plate full of homemade chocolate chip cookies for dessert. She had caught Katherine's last few words.

Katherine replied deftly, "Yes. I was just telling Alan here that the way Heather makes the cheerleader practice go on and on drives me bananas."

Susan just smiled a sweet motherly smile. "That Heather," she tut-tutted.

Alan nearly had a cardiac arrest though. He thanked the powers that be that his mother was so sexually oblivious.

The two siblings got up and went about cleaning the house, because the Plummers planned a big after-dinner party that very evening. About twenty guests were invited. They typically threw a party like this every time Ron returned home, which meant they had parties only a couple times a year.

The party was otherwise uneventful for Alan's sex life, except for the fact that Suzanne took special note of one particularly cute and buxom woman named Brenda who attended the party.

The next morning, when Suzanne and Susan were alone, Suzanne asked about Brenda. Suzanne had crossed paths with Susan's friend Brenda at some Plummer social events in the past, but hadn't seen her in a while. Susan explained that Brenda had been going through a painful divorce, and so hadn't been doing much socializing. But she appeared to be on the rebound.

"Excellent," Suzanne said, rubbing her hands together.

"Uh-oh," Susan said suspiciously. "Do you have some scheme in mind? You've been known to have a scheme or two in the past, to say the least."

"Not a scheme exactly. I was just thinking that you should invite Brenda over to a lot more social functions, and we should get to know her a lot better."

"May I ask why? She's all right, but not exactly my best friend, since she has a very unpredictable temper."

"Susan, have you taken a look at her? Talk about a knockout! I've literally never seen such a big chest in my life. She's bigger in that area than you or me, and that's saying something."

Susan passed along some old gossip. "Rumor has it those boobs were the top two reasons her millionaire husband married her. But what's your point with her?"

"Alan still needs to be stimulated, mentally and physically, to make his difficult daily quota. You're certainly not helping - I've seen that you've avoided even touching him like the plague. You won't even hug the poor guy!"

Susan suddenly recalled some of her previous hugs with Alan, when she'd rubbed her tits over practically every inch of his chest. She blushed profusely and tried to bury the thought.

Suzanne noted the reaction but continued, "Brenda's the perfect eye candy for him. So cute and so, so, sooo busty! If we have her around a lot, it will reduce the pressure on us just to have him look at her." Suzanne didn't add that her lesbian side was also very excited by the prospect of being able to look at the Brenda eye candy herself more often.

So Susan made a mental note to invite Brenda to something soon. However, she was reluctant about it. She was concerned that Alan might find Brenda more attractive than herself. Very few women could even hope to even come close in matching Susan's looks, but Brenda was one of them.

CHAPTER 8

Alan had plenty of reasons to be aroused by Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy. And even though Susan continued to be as prudish as she ever was, his thoughts often returned to her as well.

That night, as everyone was going to bed, Alan lay in his bed and masturbated to visions of his mother. Normally he was very quiet while going about his business, but he thought about the intense Tuesday they'd shared together, and he got so excited that he couldn't help but moan out loud. As he came close to orgasm, he didn't even realize that he loudly said, "Mother! Yes! Oh, Mom. Oh my God!"

Little did he realize, but his mother happened to be in the bathroom right across the hallway as she shaved her legs just before going to bed. Oh no, my son is calling for help, she thought, and immediately dropped the razor and ran to his room.

He was so busy with his orgasm that he didn't even notice when she opened the door and rushed to his bedside. "Mom! Unh! Oh God!" he cried again.

To his horror, he heard her answer, "I'm here, Tiger! What's wrong?!" He looked up and saw her in the darkness. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, so she couldn't see that he was lying in bed, naked and without any covers on as he jacked himself off.

She'd rushed right up to the edge of the bed and reached out to him just as he began to cum.

Normally he'd have grabbed a tissue or towel, but the shock of seeing her turned his brain off, and he simply began to shoot his seed up in the air. Since he'd turned towards his mother, she became the main target. Ropes of cum shot towards her before she knew what was happening.

"Oh God, Tiger, NO!" she yelled out as cum began to land on her face, chest, stomach, thighs, arms - everywhere. Some missed her altogether and flew in a high arc onto the carpet, because Alan wasn't thinking or directing at all.

"Tiger, what are you doing?!" she cried, even though by now the answer was obvious.

For a few seconds it seemed to Alan that everything was going in slow motion, as if he was watching a car crash but was unable to stop it. But then suddenly his brain clicked into gear, and he placed his hand over his penis and shot the rest of his load into his hand. It was an unusually large load, even for him. At the same time, he cried out, "Sorry! Oh, shit! Mom, I'm so sorry!"

He could see her more clearly in the darkness now. He could only be turned on by the sight of the cum as it dripped off her skin, despite his great shock and shame. It didn't help that she was dressed in nothing but very revealing underwear. Because she stood so close when Alan began to cum, most of it had hit her in the stomach, crotch, and upper thighs.

"Mom, please, please forgive me!" he continued while his penis rapidly deflated. "I didn't know you'd come in - I had no idea!"

She was silent, and at first had no response. Her eyes slowly grew used to the darkness, and she finally could clearly see his shrinking penis as his hands now desperately tried to cover it up. Seeing her eyes go to his crotch, he belatedly threw the covers over himself.

She struggled with her emotions. Her wild side wanted to just jump on top of him and do anything and everything to his body. But her prudish side won the internal struggle. She said, "Alan, that was so wrong. You can't keep going on like this! It's over, do you understand?"

"But, Mom, I was just getting some relief. I have to do it some way."

"Yes, but why were you crying my name? You can't be thinking about me when you-"

She stopped because she heard her husband Ron yelling in the hallway: "Darling, you there? Were you calling for me? I thought I heard you calling. Are you coming to bed?"

Both Alan and Susan thought they were caught for sure.

But in her most chipper voice, Susan gamely stated in a loud voice, "I'm in Alan's room, dear. I just stubbed my toe. I'll be along in a minute."

Susan and Alan nervously waited for Ron to open the door. She prayed that in the darkness and with her back to the door, he wouldn't see that she was drenched in her son's cum.

Ron stood outside Alan's door, but he merely said through the door, "Oh. Is everything fine with Alan?" It was highly unusual for her to be in Alan's room this late at night.

"He's fine. He just has a bad muscle cramp and was asking for my advice."

"Try some Ben-Gay, Son, " Ron suggested from the other side of the closed door. "That always helps."

"Th-thanks, Father!" Alan shouted to the door in a nervous voice.

He and Susan waited until they were sure Ron was gone. Alan's heart still pounded in his chest, and he never felt so frightened in his life. He thought, I can't take this. All this sex stuff is so great, but I'm gonna be a teenaged heart attack victim within weeks!

Susan shook with fear and frustration. If anything, she was even more frightened than he was. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "That was too close! What the heck were you thinking, calling out my name like that? What if it was Ron who'd been in the bathroom and came rushing in?"

That made Alan feel even more ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just thinking about how sexy you look. And your promise. Do you remember your promise? Plus, he's so rarely home that I just plain forgot. I didn't even know I was talking out loud."

"Alan, this has to stop," she stated more firmly. "Please get yourself a girlfriend and soon. Tuesday was a big mistake. Forget the promise." They referred obliquely to Susan's pledge on Tuesday to stroke or suck him every single day. "That whole day was my fault. Can we put it behind us, please? Can't we say it never happened? Use some self-control, for crying out loud, or you'll destroy this family!"

"I will. Oh, Mom, I feel so horrible. Please, please forgive me."

"You're forgiven. But don't let it happen again, okay? Now, what the heck am I going to do, covered like this?"

"Here, use a towel," Alan suggested. She briefly toweled herself off before she rushed across the hallway to the bathroom to clean herself up more thoroughly.

In the bathroom she cursed Alan and his close call under her breath. She made to turn on the water faucet and rinse herself off, but she thought back to her intense Tuesday and all the blowjobs she'd given him, and the wonderful, unforgettable taste of Alan's cum.

There still was a good amount of cum on her, here and there. Against her will, she found herself licking up his cum and stuffing it into her mouth.

Dear Lord, it's like a drug! It's soooo good. I just can't help myself! Thank God Suzanne told me that Alan's cum is extraordinarily unique, or I'd be tempted to give blowjobs to every man I came across. How much of that accident just now was an accident, and how much was I trying to get his cum on me? Or was he trying to get it on me? I'm not sure, but I know that never would have happened before last Tuesday.

She licked up more cum, and moaned with pleasure. Oh God! This is so wrong! Lord, give me strength to stop. Please!

Susan suddenly used both of her hands to splash water all over her face and chest. The cum mostly washed away, and when it was all gone she came to her senses.

Susan left the experience feeling even more determined that she was correct: things had to change. She felt overwhelmingly ashamed of herself and Alan as she went back to bed and lay next to her husband. She had washed herself thoroughly, but had trouble sleeping, petrified that her husband would detect some funny smell, or see a cum gob on her skin that she'd somehow missed.

CHAPTER 9 (Monday, Oct. 21)

On Monday morning Suzanne decided to was time to begin a new effort to push Susan's sexual awakening forward again. It had been five days since Susan declared a new resolve to back off from anything sexual with Alan. She had been extremely restrained, but slowly her resolve weakened, even with her husband Ron at home. Suzanne figured that she could nudge Susan along until Ron left, and then hopefully by then Susan's sexually resistance would be much less. Before long, Suzanne would be able to get physical with her best friend.