Six Times a Day Pt. 19

Her hand was already naturally stroking his erection from the instant she held it, and her second hand quickly joined in. "You know I would. But Suzanne is here. And..."

Alan prodded, "Well, do you think my blue balls just go away when Suzanne is around? No! They usually get much worse."

"I know that, Son..." Her fingers were happily slipping and sliding up and down. "But... But... But there's something else. ... On the tip of my tongue... What was it?" She continued to stroke as she stared into space, and then it came to her. "Oh yeah! Your punishment! No blowjobs until Tuesday. Don't you remember?"

"Dang! My punishment. Huh." Alan was frustrated because he did remember. But then he pointed out, "Well, you only said no blowjobs. You can still give me a handjob, like you're already doing now."

"I suppose I could..." She stroked for some more moments, pondering again. At first, she wondered if it was really proper to give her son a handjob, considering the punishment. But after a minute or two, with her fingers continually running up and down his pre-cum soaked skin, she got so aroused that she began to wonder if it was really fair to have a ban on blowjobs after all.

My son has needs. Big needs! To deny him blowjobs would be like denying a sick patient their medicine, no? And is it really fair to punish a boy with a cock this thick and tasty?

She was completely lost in the act for a couple more minutes. But then she heard some noises, looked up, and saw Suzanne standing there across the kitchen. She blushed all over again. "Suzanne! You're still here! Um, of course you are. What am I thinking? But you're so quiet. How can you just stand there and watch me do this?"

Suzanne stepped forward. "Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. How rude of me. You must need some help. Here. I can take care of his balls." Suzanne drew nearer, with an outstretched hand.

Susan let go of Alan's penis in shock and then physically got between Suzanne and Alan's crotch. "No! I didn't mean that!" She saw Suzanne's hand continuing to get closer and decided it was better to do without than share. That was another sinful boundary she didn't want to ever cross. "Tiger, that's enough of that! Put your thing away right now. We can't do this in front of other people. It's time for dinner in any case. Look. You've made me nearly burn the food."

She turned back around and moved to the stove to tend to the food. Her whole body was shaking with excitement and shame.

Suzanne laughed again. Partly it was the sight of her friend acting serious even as her ass was still unwittingly completely exposed now that she was facing away again. Suzanne also partly laughed at her own chutzpah in stepping towards them and seeing if she could join in.

Oops. I tried too much there. Maybe I'll have better luck next time. It was a bit bold and unwise to even interrupt their privacy. But it was worth it just to see the look on her face. I'm such a terribly naughty meanie these days, heh-heh-heh. Plus, if I keep it up, eventually Susan and I will be able to trade off stroking and sucking and she won't even blink an eye about it.

Since Alan's erect penis was still hanging out of his shorts, Suzanne took another step forward and held it in her hands. "Look at this, Susan. Our Sweetie here is still hard. Are you just going to ignore this and leave him suffering? Isn't this why he was getting your attention? Should I take over if you're busy with the food?"

Susan turned around with another look of total shock and dismay. She'd expected that Alan would have tucked his hard-on away. But now Suzanne's hand was sliding up and down his slippery rod.

Alan spoke up. "That's okay, Suzanne. Thanks for the offer, but Mom's right. It's time for dinner. Anyways, I've already done it eight times today and I could honestly use a break." Actually he hadn't meant to have things go this far - he was just rubbing his mother's ass to allow Suzanne to leave unnoticed, which turned out to be a moot point, anyway.

Suzanne said, "Eight times?! Holy cow."

Susan turned around again to stare at Alan and put a hand over her mouth to hide how widely it was hanging open in surprise.

Alan said, "I know. And the day's not even over."

"Wow. That's impressive." Suzanne was stalling for time with small talk while she kept stroking. But after nearly another minute of gently jacking him off, she looked up at an increasingly peeved Susan and forced herself to ask, "Are you sure I should stop, Sweetie?"

"Yep. I'm sure."

"You positive? Because I would hate to leave you hanging. So to speak." She smiled now at her increasingly blatant attempt to draw things out even more.

He smiled too. He thought, I know Mom's not pleased, but what was she thinking, just stopping right in the middle of something like that? Frankly, this feels far too good to give up. Is nine times in one day doable?!

After another long pause, he looked at Susan with her hands defiantly on her hips and said to Suzanne, "Well, if you insist, you can do that for another minute or two until the dinner is on the table. But please make sure I don't cum again. I don't think my penis will be happy tomorrow."

He cupped his hands and yelled loudly, "KATHERINE! COME! I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN! THERE'S SOMETHING HERE FOR YOU TO EAT!" Suzanne and Alan chuckled, but the comment flew over Susan's head.

In less than a minute, Katherine bounded down the stairs. She was in a great mood after having so much fun with Suzanne.

Susan turned around from the stove to greet her daughter, and saw Suzanne still jacking off Alan's prick. That wasn't much of a surprise, but the fact that Suzanne was now topless certainly was. She'd been fully clothed not but half a minute earlier. "Suzanne!" she griped. "Your blouse. What happened to your blouse?"

As Katherine flew into the kitchen, she took stock of the situation and quipped, "Hi Mom. It probably went to the same place your dress did."

Susan reached around and felt her ass. She realized in horror that her ass was still completely uncovered and now three people were staring at it. She finally pulled her dress back down and covered it up.

Meanwhile, Suzanne answered, "Susan, you don't expect me to jack off Alan with my clothes on, do you? That's so unstimulating for the poor guy. We have to think of his needs." Suzanne technically wasn't blowing Alan, but her mouth was so close to the tip of his penis that her breathing stimulated it even further.

Susan was now increasingly irked, both at herself and at everyone else. She felt like she'd been made a fool of. She said crossly, "Well it is technically possible, you know. And there are more important things in the universe than stimulating Alan, believe it or not. But as a matter of fact, I'm putting my foot down. Please stop that right now. Alan, it's time for dinner. It's time to get seated at the dinner table. You too, Katherine."

Alan was greatly enjoying the whole situation. Getting blown or sucked was such a common thing for him by now that he felt completely relaxed. He stood in a casual pose with his hands in his pockets while Suzanne had one leg snaked between his and her breasts pressed into his pants-covered thighs as her tongue flicked around his penis head.

Even though Susan had just covered up her butt and was now actually fairly covered up, that was almost made up by the skimpy dress Katherine wore.

Life was good for Alan and the only limit to his fun was how much his penis could take. Today he was certainly testing the very limits of just how much stimulation one man could stand.

Suzanne's blouse hung wrapped around her stomach. She finally let go of Alan's rod, pulled her blouse back up, and buttoned it together, thanks to Susan's continued glares. "Susan, you're cross. Sorry. I'm really not trying to be flip or undermine your authority here. It's just that, well, thinking about Alan's penis makes me want to do crazy things. Of course I want to throw my clothes off and suck him to completion."

"Don't we all," Katherine giddily interrupted. "What did I miss here?" She grabbed some plates and silverware and set the dining table.

"Oh, not much," Susan said, glum but a little bit mollified. "Just the usual. Too much talk about sexual things." She turned to the now-standing Suzanne. Alan stood next to her, but he was finally putting his penis back in his pants. Watching it disappear was like a tragedy to her. It was all she could do not to dart over and stuff his erection in her mouth instead.

So Susan was very sincere when she said, "And I understand where you're coming from, Suzanne. Boy, do I understand! I can't believe I let Alan do that to my ass, but it just shows how I get carried away too. Let's try to respect each other's wishes a bit more and be more discreet helping him with his treatments, okay?"

Suzanne nodded. "Yes. Certainly. I'm sorry I interrupted you and then got carried away. And speaking of dinner, I really should be going. My husband and kids must be starving. If my husband only knew what was keeping me, he might get a little bit angry!"

Suzanne held her hand next to her ear as if she was holding a cell phone and pretended to speak into it, "Hello, Eric dear. I'll be over shortly so don't worry. I meant to start dinner already but time flies when you're holding throbbing teen cock in your hands."

She pretended to be listening to her husband's response, then said, "What? You disagree? Well, don't knock it till you try it. You've never felt tempted to rip your blouse open and rub your E-cups all over Alan's chest while he floods your mouth with his sweet seed? No? Oh, I forgot, you don't have E-cups, more like C-cups."

The others laughed. Eric had gained enough weight in recent years to develop some "man breasts."

Then Suzanne added into her pretend phone, "Don't tell me you don't like the taste of his seed. After all, you've kissed me enough times just minutes after I've blown him."

This time, her comment was greeted with more shock than laughter. She had to point out, "Just kidding, folks, just kidding. Even Eric doesn't deserve that. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's forgotten what kissing is. I've gotta run. I'll see you later."

Suzanne rushed to the front door and left. But, as intended, her pretend phone call had at least distracted Susan so she no longer felt ashamed and irate. Instead, she and her children found themselves thinking of Ron and what might happen if Ron ever found out what was really happening in his house. That sobered them all up for a little while.

CHAPTER 4

After Susan finished cooking, she left to change out of her cooking clothes into something more formal and more alluring.

The Plummers sat down at the dinner table. Then Susan said grace.

Finally Katherine was free to talk and she asked, "So what's the special occasion, Mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're actually wearing clothes!" Katherine laughed at her own joke.

Susan wasn't so pleased. "Very funny," she griped. She nervously twirled a strand of hair in her fingers, afraid Alan might not like her appearance. She'd been somewhat freaked out by what happened earlier in the afternoon and wanted to wear something more respectable, but at the same time she still wanted to arouse her son.

"Well, I think you look great, Mom," Alan said positively. "You know, sometimes you're just as alluring all dressed up as when you're naked."

"Thank you, Tiger." Susan was very relieved to hear his compliment.

She was wearing a lilac dress with long white sleeves. It exposed a tremendous amount of cleavage. But compared to what she was wearing lately, it seemed conservative, since it didn't have any potential for her nipples or tits to pop out. The fact that this dress was now considered conservative showed how much things had changed in just a few weeks.

Of course, she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. That Plummer house "tradition" had become so established recently that it was more like an iron-clad rule. The feeling of her nipples and mound rubbing against the rough fabric helped keep her in an aroused state.

Alan nudged his sister. "What do you think?"

"Oh, I think Mom looks totally steaming hot. Good enough to eat." Katherine lewdly licked her lips. Coming straight from sex with Suzanne, she was very aroused by the prospect of doing the same to her mother.

Susan could feel the sexual desire radiating from her daughter, and nervously tried to change the subject. She stood up. "Speaking of good enough to eat, let me get the food."

When Susan came back to the table, Katherine asked her, "So what's all this about your ass, Mom? Why was it hanging out so deliciously naked when I came down, and what did you say Alan was doing to it?"

Susan sighed. "Here we go again. Let's see. How can I explain this?"

Alan helped out. "Sis, I was fondling Mom's ass when Suzanne came over. But I wasn't violating the no-touching rule. You see, when Mom set that rule, she also made clear some allowable exceptions. For instance, she said that it would be okay if I got her attention that I needed sexual relief by grabbing her butt and fondling it."

Susan made an excuse to go back into the kitchen, blushing profusely.

Katherine quietly grumbled and was jealous about that until she thought some more, and came up with an idea. Then she enthused, "Oh great! What a great rule! If you want to get my attention, why don't you do something similar? I know! You can stick your finger up my fuck hole. Or really, any object of that general size and shape. That'll be sure to get my attention, heh-heh."

"Kaaaathriiiine!" chided Susan from the kitchen. "You know Alan shouldn't do something like that. Even talking like that is so unladylike. It's so very improper! Words like 'fuck hole' - for shame. Angel, I thought I raised you better. Why don't you think of something else?"

"Okay," Katherine said, delighted that Susan didn't mind the general concept of having her own special way of getting Alan's attention. "Let's see... the butt is already taken. We could make it the boobs, but let's face it, mine aren't as nice as some other people's around here." She made a frustrated, screwed-up face at that thought. "Oh, I know: my pussy! Not the inside, Mom, don't worry, but the shaved smooth outside. That's something special. Alan could pet the outside. What do you think, Big Fa- ... Uh, Brother?"

"Sounds fine to me!" He picked up his fork and knife and began to eat.

"What about you, Mom?" Katherine asked. "Is that an okay signal?"

"Well, Angel, I don't really see why we need these signals in the first place, but I guess since I have one it would be hypocritical of me... Tiger, do you promise to restrain yourself and go no further than the outside with this signal?"

"Yes, I promise. I won't go any further when signaling." He was careful with his words because he thought to himself, However, when not signaling I'm going to keep fucking her silly!

Alan had never broken a promise, as far as his mother knew. But he often would only adhere to the "letter of the law" and this time he realized he'd found another loophole. He even justified fucking his sister by the fact that his mother had never explicitly forbade them from fucking each other.

Before Susan could fully process his clarification, Katherine cried, "Goody! Why don't we try it out right now, and see if it works?" She stood up and walked around the table to Alan. She wore a short dress and pulled it up, so that her brother's face was inches from her bare pussy.

"Katherine, please! Not at dinner!" Susan complained. "You haven't eaten yet."

"But MoooOOOOoooom..." Katherine whined.

Alan more cleverly said, "Mom, do you suppose we could try it out for just a minute? I think it would be important to establish just what's acceptable here, while you're nearby, so you can help us clarify some gray areas. Otherwise we won't know how far to go when we're alone."

Susan felt trapped but compelled by that logic. "I don't know. It's so improper. I mean, doing something like that in a common room, in front of someone else..."

"But Mom," he persisted, "you were just letting me fondle your ass when Suzanne walked by. And you blew me in the back yard today in front of two people, even."

Susan blushed some more.

Alan thought that both cute and arousing.

As usual, she relented. "Don't remind me of my shameful mistakes. ... Okay, okay, fine. You're completely incorrigible. But just to clarify the boundaries. Very briefly! Your food is just sitting there getting cold. I made that lasagna with love."

"Excellent!" Katherine cried. She immediately took all of her clothes off. The two of them moved to a couch near the dining room table.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Susan complained to her daughter. "Your clothes!" She rightly wondered why Katherine had to take her top off for Alan to touch her bald pussy.

But rather than let Katherine answer, Alan immediately placed his hand on his sister's pussy and asked Susan, "Here's a question: the clitoris. What do you think about my touching the clit? It is on the outside, you know. So isn't it okay?"

Alan naturally rubbed Katherine's clit as he asked this. He used his left hand to pull back the hood and rubbed the tip until it stuck out like a little prick, red and swollen. He used his sister's moans as an excuse to push things even farther. "I hope I'm not being too rough; maybe you need a little lubricant." He licked his finger and rubbed her nub even faster now that it was covered with spit.

Susan waffled. "I don't know. I mean, that seems awfully sexual."

"But is it really that different from pinching a nipple after touching a breast?"

"Well, no, but..."

He cut in, and went on before she could think, "Then we're in agreement. But what about the pussy lips? That's a tougher one. If I put my finger right here, along Katherine's slit, I'm still on the outside, but I could kind of press down, like this."

His finger first circled around the outer lips, then slid back and forth in between the inner folds. He was still holding back the hood with his other hand. He managed to rub her clit while massaging his sister's meaty pussy lips.

Susan was silent, as if struck dumb by the sight. She felt her own pussy start to moisten.

He said, "So that's on the outside. Whereas THIS is on the inside." He dramatically plunged two fingers into his sister's slit and started up a rapid fucking action with his hand.

Katherine moaned loudly. She was in a very happy place as his fingers explored her clit and then caressed her pussy lips, all wet with her juices. She could even smell her own aroma as it started to fill the room.

Her mother could easily smell it too, even over the steaming lasagna. "Tiger, please! Outside the lips only! And in any case, the proper time for that is after dinner! Your food is getting cold. I thought you were talking about just petting the area where she used to have hair." Susan looked down into her lap and noticed that her legs were rubbing together, as if someone else were in control of them. It took all of her self-control to force them to stop moving.

"Oh, you mean like this?" Alan took his fingers out of his sister's steaming hole and caressed her silky skin all around her pussy lips, which was very sensitive. "You're saying this is okay."

Katherine moaned again and kicked her legs about in excitement.

Susan formed a serious, disapproving frown.

So Alan tried to wrap things up. "I'll try to keep it like this and go no further than what I was doing earlier."

"Fine." Susan sighed. "Now that we've got that sorted out, The two of you, please sit down and eat the food I spent so much time making. You really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing in front of other people, even me. Can we be a normal family for five minutes?"