Six Times a Day Pt. 20

She was even more disappointed at Alan's attitude. She called the others around her. "Did you see that? He didn't really seem into it. Of course he got into it eventually and filled my mouth with a load of hot and tasty seed. But it seemed like he was fighting it; like he just wanted to be left alone. I've never seen that before. Do you think he's getting tired of us?"

The four females put their heads together and tried to figure out what was wrong. After some discussion, everyone came to agree with Suzanne's observation that sometimes a person just needs a break, a chance to step back and absorb everything that's happened.

But Susan pointed out with concern, "That's fine, but he's been doing that half the day already. Here it is, past one o'clock already, and he's only cum twice! If this keeps up, he's not even going to make his six quota, much less seven or eight. And he's already in danger with three sub par days in a row before an admittedly remarkable number yesterday, and the scouting trip coming up. He can't take the day off! We just have to find a way to keep making it interesting for him so he can at least get to six."

They all nodded in unison.

"But how?" Amy asked.

Alan's medical story hadn't been completely explained to Amy yet (mostly to protect Akami and Dr. Fredrickson in case Amy slipped up and talked to someone), but now she knew enough to get the gist. Just earlier in the day, she was told that Alan needed to be "made happy" six times a day, every day, or he'd feel really tired.

Suzanne said, "I've long believed that clothes can do wonders. Partially naked is often more sexy than totally naked. Why don't we all try to dress up in new things that'll make him look twice?"

So they went up to Susan's room and tried on clothes (except for Amy, who was only allowed to watch). Since Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were all so similar in size they could wear each other's clothes. By now, most of the clothes in Susan's bedroom were Suzanne's anyway.

Once they all picked out outfits they liked, Amy said, "Everyone's look really sexy. Super duper sexy. Incrediwonderfantaburifically sexy, even." She looked at Suzanne. "I especially like what you're wearing, Mom. If that doesn't get him happy, then what will?"

"Thanks, Honey Pie, " Suzanne replied. She wore a skin-tight black leather outfit. It was brand new and the first time she'd worn it in front of others. With the dark glasses she had on, she looked like she'd stepped off of the set from one of the Matrix movies. "But I don't know if this'll get his mojo working. Maybe I'm not flashing enough skin. Or sometimes someone just isn't in the mood. But in any case, I have a more radical suggestion. You know what I was saying earlier, Susan, about the beach?"

"No beach," Susan replied firmly. "How many times do I have to say no already?"

"Wait. Hear me out. Instead of just Alan and I going to the beach, what if we all do? I know Alan is being grounded, but if you're there with him, you can supervise his punishment. Maybe he just needs a change of scenery to liven things up. If going to a beach with all of us in sexy bathing suits won't get him going, then nothing will. That'll be better than any of these outfits."

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully, but not ruling the idea out.

"Oh, come on! It'll be great," Suzanne enthused. "Just imagine. There will be sexy women everywhere. Alan's tongue will be hanging out of his mouth like a horny, happy puppy-dog. But we'll be the sexiest of them all. Alan's dick will be sooo hard. And he'll wear that new skimpy bathing suit I got him, the European-styled one. His hard, throbbing penis will barely be able to stay contained in that little slip of cloth. He'll just have to whip it out and get a nice cocksucking from his mommy."

"Mmmm. Lucky you, Susan." Amy spoke up again.

Suzanne turned to her daughter, a bit horrified. She frequently forgot that her daughter had slowly gotten on the same wavelength as the rest of them. She thought, I really, really have to have a serious talk with Amy soon. She's just a child; she can't be giving blowjobs at her age! I keep putting it off. I guess I have to accept her watching these things, but there has to be a boundary. ... Fuck. There I go, sounding like Susan again.

She conveniently forgot how sexually active she was when she was Amy's age, and younger.

Amy continued, "When will I be able to get a full load of his yummy cum to fill my mouth? I keep hearing so much about it."

Suzanne was even more disturbed by that. "You aren't going to, dear. Sorry. Susan and I were discussing this earlier. I know you've been stroking him some, and you've been a big help in the visual stimulation department, my sweet Honey Pie, but you have to leave it at that, okay? You're just too young and innocent."

"But I'm the same age as-"

"That's final," Suzanne cut her off. "I really shouldn't even be including you in discussions like this, but I'm trying to be accepting of what is, and what you've already done repeatedly. Okay, I guess you can stroke him all the way to orgasm, since you're doing that already. Then you can eat his cum off of your hands or where ever it lands. But no more than that. Okay? We really need to get you a boyfriend, and fast. What's happening to you is not how a girl should develop sexually. You're giving handjobs before you've had a proper date."

She sighed, and then redirected her energy to the problem at hand. "In any case, Susan, if we all go to the beach, we'll be able to send his libido into overdrive, and at the same time we'll be insured from going too far like what happened yesterday, because we'll be at a public place."

Susan was pretty much sold on the idea already, ever since Suzanne concluded her description of the beach trip with a "nice cocksucking from his mommy," which presumably would happen once they got back home. But she still had worries. "Hmm. Possibly. But what happens if, you know, he gets all excited, and needs relief right there on the crowded beach?"

Katherine naughtily clarified, "Relief? What do you mean, Mom? Do you mean if his big, thick, hard, pulsing erection is crying out for the warm mouth of a sexy and buxom, sweet-assed woman such as yourself? Do you mean if he's just so aroused by the likes of us that he can't take it any more, and he just has to rip his bathing suit off and shove his penis down your throat?"

Susan blushed and coughed nervously. She unconsciously crossed and un-crossed her legs as her pussy began to dampen at the thought. "Um, something like that," she meekly admitted.

She cursed her own body part: Damn you, pussy. Always betraying me. You're almost as bad as my tits. Can't you ever get satisfied or are you going to make me die of dehydration as I just plain gush myself to death?

The more they discussed the beach idea, the hotter Susan got and the more she found herself amenable. "But what will we do if that kind of thing happens in a public place? I would be terrified. Anyone could see! Maybe it's better we just hang out by the pool in the backyard. That's what we have a pool for, after all."

Suzanne had an answer for that, too. "There are two kinds of beaches we could go to. One kind is a very busy, public one. The other is a very empty, private one. Not exactly private, but I know of a beach that's so remote that we'll be the only people in sight, even if it is a weekend."

"Are you sure?" Susan asked in a worried voice. "You know how I feel about letting strange men look at me." But inside her mind, she'd already acquiesced to the idea. Suzanne usually knew best.

CHAPTER 3

A little over an hour later, the group arrived at the beach after a very long drive. Suzanne took them to Black's Beach, far to the south in San Diego County. The others didn't know it, but it was a nude beach. Amy joined Alan, Suzanne, and Susan, but Katherine did not.

Katherine very much wanted to, but Susan wouldn't allow it.

Susan pointed out that Katherine was also grounded, and since her offenses were much more serious than Alan's, her grounding would be adhered to more rigorously. In actual fact, there was a bad double standard at work. Susan was simply so hungry for her son's cum that she was incapable of punishing him for any length of time, and she also didn't want the competition from her even more eager daughter.

Suzanne drove the whole way. She parked the car in a parking lot that was on top of a two-hundred-foot cliff from the beach.

As they gathered their things to walk down a steep and winding path, a male surfer-type walked up to them and said to Alan, "Whoa, dude, one guy with three total babes? Are you lucky or what! What is this, some kind of photo shoot or something?"

Alan reflexively replied, "Yeah. Yes it is. It's a photo shoot." He leisurely put an arm around Susan's shoulder possessively, to make it clear that these women were with him and him alone.

Susan, while surprised at the move, didn't say a thing or discourage it. As a matter of fact, she rather enjoyed the way her son had suddenly gotten so territorial about his women in the presence of another man.

"Wow!" The surfer answered, completely believing it. The three women were all so sexy and gorgeous that it was no wonder he swallowed the story without any doubts."Right on! What kind of magazine? Can I watch?"

"No, you can't watch. And it's, uh, the magazine hasn't been decided yet. Probably Maxim or something like that." He did have a nice camera, so he purposely took it out to bolster his story.

"Rad, man. No way." The surfer then asked, "So who is going to be on the cover?" He looked from one of women to the next trying to determine who was best-looking.

"Who do you think?" Susan surprisingly replied. She wiggled her body back and forth in her red bikini, as her body language tried to shout: "Pick me! Pick me!"

Alan looked over at Susan and was stunned by the way her tits swayed from side to side as the golden sun beamed down upon her fair skin and the sight of the ocean off the edge of the cliff far below them. His breath caught in his throat.

"I don't know, lady," the surfer uncertainly replied. "I would totally say you, you're just about the hottest babe I've ever seen on this beach, and that's no lie. But then I look at this woman, and then this one..." His eyes jumped from one female to the next, each of whom mugged for him seductively.

It occurred to Alan that all three of women were shamelessly preening and posing, eagerly wanting to be the one chosen. It further occurred to him just how competitive his mother could be. That was very unusual - she was so shy around strangers, but in an attempt to be picked she moved her body like a practiced stripper and thrust out her hip to each side as she made bedroom eyes at the surfer.

A few more seconds passed and it became clear the surfer was unlikely to make a choice any time soon. "Don't make me choose!" he said in honest exasperation.

"Diplomatic answer," Alan laughed. "We've gotta run." He wrapped his arm around Susan's shoulder again and dragged her off, even while she continued to mug and pose.

The surfer gave Alan two thumbs up with his hands. "Excellent! Good luck. And whoa!" He whistled appreciatively at the three women and then walked off.

Alan was extremely glad that the stranger didn't pick one of the women, because he always tried his best not to verbally play favorites. If one of the women had been picked, it would have caused all kinds of damage control problems for Alan.

There was a lot of joking as the group walked down to the beach. The women were all very flattered to have been so easily taken for fashion models. They'd been called beautiful and many things besides, individually or together, but they'd always shown themselves off as suburban family types. Whereas now they were dressed to kill, so it was very believable that they were models. For instance, Suzanne was still dressed in her Matrix-like black leather outfit (in total defiance of the hot weather), and Susan also looked cool behind her dark glasses and flashy red bikini. Amy maintained more of the girl-next-door look, but that was sexy in its own way, especially given how revealing her dark blue bikini was.

When they made it down to the beach, Suzanne was surprised that it wasn't as empty as she'd hoped it would be. The beach was mostly empty, but not totally empty. They couldn't find any spot completely free from sight of anyone else. They picked a stretch of sand that had two men, naked, about three hundred feet away in one direction, and a family, partially naked, about two hundred feet away in the other direction.

Susan immediately commented on their neighbors and their nakedness. "Suzanne, you said we'd be completely alone. And why are those guys without any clothing? It's outrageous. This is a public beach!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes behind her glasses as she stripped off her black leather. She had a bathing suit under that, but she planned to take that off, too. "Susan, don't tell me you don't know about nude beaches. This is a public NUDE beach. Don't worry about those two guys looking at you. I'll bet you a million bucks they're gay. Half the people on these kinds of beaches are gay men."

She pointed down the beach. "That family on the other side is probably European. You just have a grandma, mother, and kids there anyway. So, really, we're pretty private. And I'm sorry it's not completely empty. That's how it was when I was here once before. But I guess since it's such a brilliant, lovely day, even though it's November, and the fact it's the weekend, put a few more people here. We'll live. And not to put too fine a point on it, but have you considered what they might think of US being here? If they have the courage to stick around, why can't we?"

"Suzanne, you tricked me. I don't mind being naked in front of family, but in front of strangers is something else! My body is for my son's eyes only. Period!"

Suzanne pointed out, "You were just putting on a show for that guy up by the parking lot. So what's the difference?"

"First of all, I was hardly 'putting on a show'. I can't help it if he admired my body. But that's totally different when I'm wearing a bikini. Tiger completely owns my breasts, so only he gets to see all of them."

Suzanne said, "Relax, Susan. The waves are pretty flat which means we don't have to contend with the surfers today. So really, the only other men around are gay men, and what difference does it make if they see you? Plus, we'll sit way back here near the cliff so anyone walking along the beach is going to be 100 feet away from us at the least. And you can see them coming from a ways off and cover up."

Amy said, "Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I LOVE it! Nude beaches totally rock! And Susan, think of the bright side. You won't be the only naked one here. Alan'll be naked too."

Suzanne picked up on that, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she goaded, "You know, he's gonna be horny and hard, watching all of us lathering each other in suntan oil. His big stiffy is going to be bouncing all over the place in need of motherly attention."

That got Susan. "Well, I don't know... I'm not happy about that this. Not happy at all." She bitched a little bit more, but it wasn't as if she was ready to go home.

Alan took a moment to survey the pleasant scene. Susan sat up on a towel on one side of him while Amy and Suzanne were on the other side. Suzanne was still changing out of her clothes, since she had so much clothing to take off and had gotten caught up in the argument with Susan.

Amy, by contrast, was already nude as the day she was born. It had taken her mere seconds to take of her clothes and lie face down on her towel.

She looked back up towards Alan and flashed him her usual winning smile. Of the four of them, Alan had fully expected Amy to disrobe first. He was amused to see that he'd been right.

"How you doin', Amy? You likin' the beach?" Alan asked her with a grin. Meanwhile he slipped off his own bathing suit, revealing his erection. He didn't care much if other people saw him; he'd gotten used to being naked recently. He saw, off in the distance, a small flock of seagulls swoop and glide gracefully in the pleasant beach wind. Between the beautiful beach atmosphere, lovely company, and the pleasant erotic buzz he was feeling, he felt very good.

"I love it! Wow! It's super duper cool. A nude beach! That's the bestest idea, like, ever!" The look of glee and excitement on Amy's face made her appear even younger than she actually was, which also made her seem even more beautiful. "Wouldn't it be cool if ALL beaches were nude beaches? And not just beaches, but everything! Nude shopping centers!"

Alan smiled approvingly. That's so Amy. She's naturally all over nude beaches like white on rice. I don't know where her love of nudity comes from, but it seems to be infectious. Heck, my package is hanging out all over and I'm not minding it at all. I don't even care if those gay guys over there see. It's not like I'll ever talk to them or see them again, and Suzanne says they're not gonna get that close.

And Amy. Look at her. She looks so good like this. Just one look at her cheery smile gets me hard, not to mention her cute, round, naked butt. That's a damn fine butt. Or Suzanne - turn this way, Aunt Suzy. Yes! Turn around some more, you giant pale goddess. Awesome. What a great-mother daughter combination!

With his penis sticking out like a flagpole, Alan casually asked Amy, "You ever been to a nude beach before?"

"Are you kidding me? Certain people" - she rolled her eyes, both to express her frustration and to motion towards Suzanne - "never let me. She doesn't even let me run around naked in the house!" Amy made this sound like she was practically the only teenager in town who didn't live completely naked in her home.

She turned towards her mother. "Thanks so much for allowing me to come, Mom. I feel like one of the gang."

Suzanne smiled benignly at her daughter as she straightened out her towel and lay down on it. "Sure thing, Honey Pie. I guess maybe I'm too protective sometimes. But it's hard for me to see you turn into an adult. I still think of you as my little baby."

Alan looked in the other direction, towards his mother. She was wearing prescription sunglasses and a very skimpy red bikini. The sight of the dark fabric against her light skin with the ocean in the background was breathtaking. It seemed completely improbable that someone so beautiful, such obvious centerfold material could be the mother to a teenager. But it occurred to Alan that it could get even better.

He said, "Mom, we're at a nude beach. Suzanne, Amy, and I, we're naked. Can you guess what I'm hinting at?"

"Oh, but Tiger, I can't! Being naked at home is one thing, but out here..." She scooted closer to him and then sat up on her heels in a dramatic cheesecake pose, with her hands behind her head."Isn't this good enough? Don't you think I'm good looking like this?"

Alan gasped. His mother looked like some supermodel photograph in a magazine come to life. He had a nearly overwhelming desire to push her backwards down into the sand and roughly fuck her then and there. But of course he couldn't, especially not in the middle of the beach.

He tried to hide his approval, and managed to eke out, "That's nice, Mom, but it IS a nude beach, after all." It occurred to him that he could use her own favorite phrase against her. "It would be rude to stay clothed. It actually would be SO IMPROPER to stay clothed." He couldn't help but grin at that. He could hear Amy and Suzanne giggle behind him too.

Susan grinned too, despite her consternation. "Very cute. Let me think about it, okay?" She thought back to her behavior with the surfer, just moments earlier. It was one thing to preen a little to be chosen as the most beautiful. It was quite another for her to actually get naked in front of any other males, even if they were probably gay. She really had a big issue with that.