Six Times a Day Pt. 14

That idea sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Am I that depraved? That desperate for cock? Am I just a hopeless, exhibitionist, cocksucking whore? Yes! Yes I am! Do I even want her to watch? I do! Come look, Angel! I'll show you how it's done by an expert! Your mommy is a cock slave cum slut for your brother's fuck stick!

These ideas excited Susan so much that she started orgasming long before he did. And she didn't have just any climax - her whole body trembled so violently that she had to take her mouth off his penis briefly until she could calm down some. But then she renewed her attack on it with even more vigor.

Alan used his ever-increasing control over his PC muscle to hold out what seemed to be an incredibly long time, because the feelings were so intense and good, but in fact was only a few minutes more.

When he finally came, Susan had yet another awe-inspiring climax of her own too. Inspired by what she'd seen earlier with Katherine earlier, she'd been planning to let him do it all over her face. She wanted Alan to spray his sister and mother's face with cum in the same evening. But with his pulsing erection in her mouth, she found she just couldn't take it out. She ended up swallowing nearly everything and finished with a surprisingly clean face.

When they were done, she was hit with a strong post-coital guilt. She had truly let her mind run free completely unedited because she was so far gone into pleasure, but now she recalled some of her thoughts and felt lower than dirt. My lack of willpower is bad enough, but I actually had the gall to imagine Alan as my husband?! I must be mad! And did I say "cock slave"? I think I did. "Tit slave," too. Here I am, a modern, liberated woman; why do I get excited thinking such horrible things?!

She looked at the open door and felt bad about that, too. Yet at the same time she was disappointed that Katherine didn't take advantage of the open door to watch.

She said glumly, "Tiger, you said 'I hate to say this, but it makes you look totally slutty.' Why do you hate to say it? Maybe we should just face facts and recognize that your mother is a slut. A sinful, despicable, low life slut. Look how I'm dressed. Look what I'm doing to you, my own son. I feel so ashamed, even though I can't stop."

Alan took great offense at that. "No, Mom, you're not a slut. Don't EVER say that. A slut is a woman who sleeps around with just about any guy. Does that describe you at all? No way. In fact, you're not even sleeping with anybody right now. You may feel slutty, but that's just 'cos you're helping me out in lots of ways and being such a great, caring mom. I want you to take back all those things you just said! I'm proud of you and so honored that you help me like you do."

She just frowned, unconvinced that she wasn't somehow evil for enjoying what she was doing.

He continued, "It's okay if you enjoy it. It makes me really happy that you do. So no more talk of the word 'slut.' Keep your dignity. You're smart, you're beautiful, kind, good, caring, and all kinds of other great stuff. I love you and don't want you to feel bad about yourself. And remember what we were saying last night about physical interaction just being another expression of love? There's nothing to be ashamed about at all."

All the compliments finally got to her and lifted her spirits. "Oh, Tiger, you're such a wonderful son! You're too good for me!" She gave him a big hug. Still wearing the open T-shirt, her tits pressed up against him so firmly that he couldn't help but reach around and cup them in his hands.

He apologized, "Sorry, Mom, can't help myself." His hands pinched and pulled at her nipples.

It broke her rules, but she let it slide. Her nipples were terribly sensitive, and her whole body shivered and trembled in delight. She was happy to bury her worries deep away and just live in the happy moment of feeling her son fondle her. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd feel ever worse later, but at this point she didn't care.

He told her as he groped, "Now that Ron is gone, we're going to have fun. A lot of fun. So thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. You're just doing what the doctor wants, so don't get down on yourself. You're sexy and loving and caring, not slutty. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry." She smiled at him gratefully, even though she still felt somewhat ashamed and slutty. If only he knew my thoughts, he'd think twice about not calling me a slut. What about the ache deep in my loins demanding that I get fucked? What about that? It's driving me fucking crazy. What am I going to do about that? I don't even allow myself to think about those feelings most of the time, but they're there. There's no way to avoid the fact that intercourse with my own son would be a sin.

"I love you, Mom," he said as he kissed her on the nose and gave her nipples a final tweak. "See you tomorrow."

"I love you too, Son," she said, nearly tearful with both happiness and sadness. "But what's this 'see you tomorrow' stuff? Don't you want your goodnight kiss and tuck in?"

"Of course! I thought this was kind of it, because it's already so late."

"Well, it almost is. Here's the actual kiss." She leaned forward and gave him a very chaste kiss on the cheek. Then she straightened his sheets out and pulled away.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously.

Her tone was pouty and a bit playful. "That's all you get. Your punishment for treating me so mean today. I thought you would be more excited to be with me now that Ron left, but noooOOOoooo. You go running to Amy and Katherine."

Alan laughed. "Fair enough. I was kind of playing around, asking you to wear the T-shirt and everything. But it was so much fun to confound your expectations. I promise not to do it again. And I didn't go running to them. They just kind of grabbed my attention and pulled me away before I could do anything. Really, I was longing to be with you."

She kissed him again, this time a dry kiss on the lips. "That's all right. You can do it again, but just remember that I'm going to tease you too. And the shirt is fun. But you can be so frustrating!"

She got a little bit of playful revenge by leaving him without any more kissing. As she walked out into the hallway, still wearing the hole shirt, she left the overwhelming smell of cum that filled his room. It was as if her head cleared instantly, but at the same time she was filled with the desire to hurry back into his room just so she could inhale the odor some more.

Later, as she lay in the darkness in her bed, a new wave of guilt washed over her. Now that her desire for another cocksucking had been satisfied, she worried about how much she'd enjoyed it. She didn't want to wind up in the embarrassing position where she was begging Alan every day to suck his penis.

Worse, she had a growing desire to fuck. She was worried that once she got started helping him to reach his target on a daily basis, she'd break down altogether before long and even beg him to fuck her. One reason why she didn't give him a deep kiss was because she was worried that the next thing she knew she'd be pulling herself down to the bed and before long they'd be rutting like wild animals. But not only was she morally repulsed at the incest idea, she also feared that if that happened Alan would lose all respect for her, and that she'd lose all respect for herself.

She thought, He's such a great son. I have to do better by him. I have to have more self-control so I can please him and at the same time not give in to my desires, not break the rules. Help him out, but no incest. That's the most important rule. What he did today wasn't incest - it was just a harmless little blowjob and handjob. He needs to get rid of all that sperm! There's no harm in that.

I don't know if I can handle not going further, though. I don't seem to be strong enough and have the willpower to say no. I'll just have to take it day by day. In the meantime, at least I can dream and masturbate about what would happen if I said yes. If I let him go all the way! If I let him fuck my pussy! Yes!

She proceeded to do exactly that. She was too shy to buy a dildo at a store, but her fingers did the job very well.

CHAPTER 4 (Saturday, Nov. 2)

There was a big party planned for Saturday night, so Alan figured Saturday day would be relatively quiet as people saved their energies and prepared for the party. However, everyone was keen to test the waters on how things would be now that Ron was gone.

Katherine woke up fairly early and went jogging. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. The first thing she noticed as she walked in the door from her jog was that the underwear cabinet was back again, once again placed near the front door.

She ran inside to the kitchen, said "Hi, Mom," and gave Susan a kiss on the cheek. They chatted for a few minutes.

Katherine could see that Susan was wearing a sexy blouse and short shorts. It wasn't completely outrageous, but it was the most risqué thing she'd worn as normal clothing in two weeks. It was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear either, but she'd never really stopped doing that once she'd started, except for a few days. "Mom, you're such a great mom. I can see you're helping Alan again."

Susan coyly smiled. "I'm trying," she said bashfully.

"Great! So do you mind if I help Alan 'do his thing' too? He must be up by now."

Susan was taken aback. Just the night before, after catching Katherine sucking off Alan, she'd had a talk with her daughter and agreed, in theory, that her daughter could help Alan with his erections. But she didn't expect theory to turn to reality so fast, especially with Katherine getting grounded.

Susan thought, Boy, she's really cheeky to ask, isn't she? But what can I do? They've already done it, and I'm doing it. They're going to keep doing it whether I want it or not, so I might as well keep it out in the open and have some control over it. She finally just nodded.

"Cool!" Katherine kissed her again and bounded out of the kitchen.

Alan had just awakened and was lying in his bed, naked, when Katherine came in. He didn't used to sleep naked. More and more, Alan was finding himself nude or at least without underwear, and was growing to like it.

She came in all excited and bouncy, dressed in a negligee (she'd purposely changed from her jogging outfit into something sexier). "Good morning, sleepyhead. I have great news. Guess what? I'm expecting!"

That woke Alan all the way up in a hurry. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Expecting? Oh, fuck! I've made my sister pregnant? Fuck! Yesterday? Was it from yesterday? Could she know that fast? Didn't we use protection? Finally, all he could mutter was, "Expecting?!"

"Yes. I'm expecting to suck you off. Mom just said it's okay. So pull down your sheets." She carefully shook her shoulder just enough to let a strap of her negligee slide down.

Alan felt his brain whipsaw. He had a stupid expression on his face for a few seconds as everything sunk in. Then he got mad. "Sister! What the fuck? You nearly scared me half to death!"

She laughed. "I'll note it did wake you up. Let me make it up to you with a friendly good morning blowjob." She leaned forward, pressing her arms to make her tits push forward and look bigger than they already were. She knew Alan always loved that.

Alan pulled down his sheets, chagrined, but too aroused to complain much. "Promise me you won't joke about that again. I'm totally freaked and my heart is pounding like crazy. Seriously. I've been completely disassociating what we're doing with the possibility of having children, despite all your frequent 'baby juice' comments. Please don't pull that kind of thing. Period."

"Okay. Sorry. You gotta admit it was pretty funny though. Would you prefer if I pull on this kind of thing?" She tugged at his penis, and continued to giggle.

Katherine soothed his jangled nerves with a loving blowjob. As she often did, she wanted to take things too far, and did everything she could to tempt him to fuck her despite her agreement not to ever do that at home.

She was big on "accidents." She stopped the blowjob and sat up on Alan's chest. "Oh no. What if your penis accidentally slipped between my tits? Then you just might be titfucking me." She folded her tits around his slippery shaft and stroked it in her cleavage briefly.

But that wasn't enough. In an even more theatrical voice, she said, "Oh no! What if I slip up big time on your sticky fuck-monster, and it slips on down my tummy..."

She scooted back and dragged the penis over her belly button and on down. "What if it just keeps on sliding down and down, and we're both helpless to stop it. Gravity... Can't be helped..." She brought it down over her shaved pussy, right to the top of her clit. She giggled, "Then we'd really be screwed. Or at least I would!"

But Alan was especially strident to stay firmly within Susan's boundaries, because he was feeling guilty for violating them with Suzanne not long ago when Susan discovered them in Suzanne's back yard.

He grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Okay, that's enough. No more accidents. Remember Mom. Remember the slippery slope. We shouldn't even be talking like this."

"Big Minaret Brother, you just skied down the slippery slope, oozing pre-cum all over me. After all that tough skiing, don't you want to rest for a bit inside my cozy ski chalet?" She pulled at his penis to enter her pussy lips, but his hand still held onto hers and kept it back.

He chuckled. "So it's a ski chalet now, huh? No. I'd rather ski inside your mouth for a while. I liked skiing in the twin peaks region, I'll admit. That was too brief. But blowjob only, please. That's all Mom allows you, right?"

Katherine didn't press too hard to do more, once he'd clearly put his foot down. She knew she'd get her chances with him at Kim's house at the very least.

Alan could see a happy pattern forming here, even though both Suzanne and Katherine had to ask Susan for permission now each time before helping him. It didn't seem to be as big of a barrier as he feared. Mom, Sis, and Suzanne at home, maybe Amy too. Then there's Glory at school and Heather and Kim to have fun with elsewhere. Seven total babes! Wow. It couldn't possible get any better than that. Well, I suppose it would be even greater if Christine could help me too, and that Brenda woman is pretty stunning, but come on! Get real. Even my luck has a limit.

After getting a nice warm load in her mouth, Katherine liked to keep some under her tongue so she could savor it for some time afterwards.

Feeling devilish, when she went downstairs a short time later for a late morning brunch, she gave Susan another kiss. Her mouth tasted and smelled like her brother's cum, and she breathed onto Susan's cheek as the kiss ended just to make sure Susan didn't miss that fact.

Susan's eyes went wide and she clutched her hands to her chest. She wanted to chastise Katherine for what she just did, but was too embarrassed to acknowledge what happened.

Katherine watched Susan's nipples grow erect in a matter of seconds, and the pace of Susan's breathing increased too. Inwardly Katherine chuckled. My mother is sooo predictable.

CHAPTER 5

Alan followed his sister's blowjob with a long shower and then went downstairs for brunch. Katherine was already gone, but Suzanne was together with Susan in the kitchen. Both of them looked at him expectantly.

Alan thought to himself, I wonder what they're thinking. I bet they're thinking of helping me out. After all, that's about all that goes on in this house any more, heh-heh-heh! But what'll I do now that it's not just Suzanne helping me? I'm getting hard, not surprisingly, just looking at these two incredible six foot tall wonders. If I ask Suzanne for help, then Susan's going to be offended. If I ask Susan for help, then Suzanne's going to be offended. And if Katherine were here too, it would be that much worse! How can I divide my-

Alan's thinking was interrupted by Suzanne, who leaned over the table he was sitting at and asked, "Would you like some more tea to go with your biscuits?"

Alan nodded, and she leaned further forward across the table with a teapot, sending her boobs soaring downwards towards him as they barely remained hanging in her skimpy top. She kept her head down and her eyes closed so Alan wouldn't feel shy scoping her out.

Susan though saw what her buxom friend was doing and said, "Thanks a lot, Suzanne, but I can handle it. A guest like you shouldn't have to-"

Suzanne cut in. "Nonsense! Technically speaking, this isn't my home, but I'm happy to help out. I'm especially happy to help Alan. I like to take my share of the load. Alan, Sweetie, would you like some more tea?" She leaned forward again, jiggling her boobs, knowing full well that Alan's teacup was already filled to the brim.

Susan crossed her arms and frowned. "Suzanne, thanks, but really, when it comes to serving Alan, I think I've got it covered." Susan glared at her.

Suzanne finally stood back up, acting like nothing was wrong. "Okay, sure."

Alan thought, These two are getting competitive all of a sudden. I don't want that. I think there's an undercurrent in what they're saying, like Suzanne saying she wants my "load" and Susan talking about "serving" me. I have to diffuse this situation quickly, but I also have to be subtle, polite, and not act like some macho jerk. One reason they like me so much is because I don't say things like, "Hey baby, you'll get your turn."

He said to both of them, "Speaking of helping out, that reminds me. I could use some help with my medical treatment today, and it would be great if you two could help me. I'd really appreciate it."

"Certainly," Susan and Suzanne said at the same time.

"I'm going to need help more than once. Probably once now when I've finished eating, since you two have given me such outstanding visual stimulation, and once again in the afternoon. So maybe one of you could help now and one later?"

They both nodded enthusiastically.

Alan said, "Great! Then could the two of you decide who goes when?"

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other.

For a moment Alan thought his solution of letting them decide would only make matters worse as they fought over who went when.

But then Susan gathered all her willpower together and said, "Suzanne, why don't you go ahead? It's probably better for me, anyway? In fact, why don't you take all of my responsibilities for the next couple days? I need to keep to my vow and clear my head."

She thought that would hit like a bombshell.

But Suzanne brushed it off, literally, as she breezily waved her hand in the air. "Nonsense. I need you. There's just too much hard cock here needing to be stroked and sucked for me to take care of all by myself. Besides, I'll be particularly busy the next couple of days so this is a really bad time. I've got an idea. Why don't we flip for it?"

Susan considered putting up more of a fight. She could have suggested that Katherine take over her "duties." But she looked over at her son and thought about all the tasty loads she wouldn't be able to swallow, all the happy hours of holding and licking her son's erection she would otherwise miss. Finally, she just nodded.

Suzanne flipped a coin and she won.

Alan was a bit disappointed, because he knew his mother had been frustrated lately, and in particular, the fact that he was caught with Katherine the night before no doubt especially rankled her. But he had to obey the results.

He finished his food and then wordlessly took Suzanne in hand and began to head towards the stairs leading to his room.