6 Times a Day

Considering that the Plummer house was supposed to be under a new, moralistic regime, not to mention the danger from Ron being home, Alan still had a lot of fun, both while awake and in his sleep.

During the night, Alan woke from an intense dream during which he had relived the events from the movie theater the night before, but with some even more arousing additions. In his dream, he and his sister had moved to the front row of the theater where anyone that cared could see them, where he actually fucked her long and hard while hearing catcalls and cheers from the audience. When he finally climaxed, it felt like the flood gates had opened: he just kept shooting rope after rope into his wanton little sister as the others in the theater clapped and roared their approval.

His dream left him feeling very confused. As he was trying to get back to sleep, he thought, I really need to temper these incestuous fantasies. I know Sis and I aren't related biologically, so it wouldn't really be incest, but she's my sister in just about every possible way, including legally. It just wouldn't be right. On the other hand, she clearly wants more from me. Can I really say 'No' to her if she asks me to take the next step? I love her so much, but that would be crossing the line. I don't know anymore. Maybe Mom is right and we need to take a break. But how can I, given this prescribed treatment that requires me to cum six times every damn day?

Oh well, no point wracking my brain over it now. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. But somehow, it seems likely I'll be getting to it sooner rather than later.

He quickly grabbed a fresh towel to wipe most of the cum from his sheets, then closed his eyes to let sleep take him away again.

When he woke on Sunday morning, he masturbated twice, the second time in the shower. Both times, his thoughts were focused on his sister, and especially doing wild things with her in movie theaters.

After breakfast, although everyone else left for church, he stayed home. He'd grown tired of going to church the last few years, avoiding it when he could because he found the service and socializing with his mother's friends too boring. He planned to just kick back and read the Sunday paper.

But almost as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, Suzanne came over to the house and let herself in. She changed quickly into some sexy see-through lingerie she had stashed away for a situation like this. Then she found Alan in his room, reading his e-mail.

"Hiya, Sweetie!"

He gasped audibly when he swiveled his chair and took a look at her. "WHOA! Shiver me timbers! Aunt Suzy, you look incredible!"

She chuckled. "'Shiver me timbers?' Where did that come from? But hey, if you're a pirate, shouldn't you be doing some ... plundering?"

"Oh, man!" He had no idea why he said those particular words, but he was glad now that he did. He stood up, which showed off a suddenly insistent bulge in his shorts.

"Let's make up for lost time, shall we? Don't you want to stake a claim for your share of the booty?" As she said "booty," she put one of his hands on her ass, making clear what kind of booty she was talking about.

"Dang! I meant, uh... Ahoy there, um..." His words faltered because he was too horny to be able to think of any clever pirate-themed things to say.

Suzanne also was too aroused to just stand there and talk while they were fondling asses. "Come on, Sweetie. Let's make up for lost time!" She grabbed his hand before he even knew what was happening and dragged him to his bed. Even as she did that, she shucked off her lingerie, leaving her in just a pair of stockings and her usual high heels.

Then she sucked and jacked him off like there was no tomorrow.

Alan watched her long tongue snaking out and flicking at the very tip of his erection. Good God! So intense! So arousing! And speaking of God, I could be in a church instead, listening to a boring sermon. It's a good thing I'm not religious, or I might be too morally distraught to properly enjoy this. He chuckled to himself.

Between licks, she said, "Oh God!" <lick, lick> "It's ..." <lick> "so long!" <lick, lick, lick>

As Alan's lust was just starting to build, he pointed out, "What do you mean, 'so long,' Aunt Suzy? It's been less than twenty-four hours."

"That's too long in my book," Suzanne said, and then she engulfed his cockhead and twirled her tongue all around it for a little while. "Besides, I was also talking about the length of your dick. It's soooo long, and soooo thick! Mmmm!" She ran her tongue all over it as he moaned happily.

Finally, she let up a bit and asked, "Aren't you happy to see me? You seem a little grumpy."

"I'm totally happy to see you. It's just, well, ... this is kind of embarrassing and maybe Freudian, but I keep thinking of Mom and Ron. ... I'd probably even get flaccid thinking about it, except that you're the cocksucking queen of the universe."

After she went to town on his most sensitive spot, he added, "DANG, that feels good!" But he was still frowning, despite the intense pleasure.

Suzanne looked up briefly, saw his worried face, and said, "Don't worry. They didn't have sex last night, if that's what you're thinking."

"They didn't? How do you know?"

Suzanne looked like she was going to tell him something, but in the end she just went back to gobbling on his cock, mumbling, "I just know."

Alan thought back to how tired Ron had looked after his flight and found himself nodding, even though Suzanne couldn't see him doing that. He also sighed with relief, because the thought of Susan and Ron having sex disturbed him greatly. Man, that's some weird Freudian shit. I used to really love my Dad. But then, about six or seven years ago, it's like he just abandoned us. Ever since then, Aunt Suzy has been more of a father to me than he has, by far! I guess I've got some serious anger issues. Besides, Mom is just so friggin' HOT! I really want her, so bad!

After a while, Suzanne cupped his balls with a free hand and came up for air, then said in an especially sultry voice, "Do you like that? Do you like that your mother is putting the horns on your father because she's so addicted to your cock? She's married to him, obviously, but I'll bet if she had sex with him, she'd feel like she's cheating on YOU. Oooh! It's all so Oedipal!" she added with glee.

"It's not like that!" Alan protested, even though he'd just been having exactly that kind of thought. "She was just reluctantly helping me with my condition, and she doesn't even do that anymore." But secretly he was very pleased. His erection even twitched and surged in approval, something Suzanne couldn't fail to notice.

Alan, emboldened by Suzanne's sexy words, the fact that she wore nothing but panties, and even by what he had done with his sister the night before, waited until she was busy with his erection in a near deep throat and had both hands tugging on his balls. Then he reached down, pushed her panties aside, and put a finger in her wet slit. He was delighted to find that she did nothing to stop him.

Instead, when she had to take a breather from all her expert cocksucking a minute later, she jokingly pretended that she didn't know what he was doing. "Boy, Sweetie, it's a good thing you don't know anything about fingerfucking, or you just might dare to try it out on me. And we both know how that's against the rules!"

They chuckled at the pretense.

One thing that Suzanne was very talented at was sensing just how close he was to cumming. Whenever he got too close, she would slow down or even stop for a little while. She knew he could only climax so many times, and she wanted to maximize their fun.

Alan thought with amusement, I normally hate how long church sermons go on, but now I wish church would never end. Damn! Aunt Suzy's tongue is as long as a snake, and just as flexible! This feels soooo fuckin' great! There are no words to describe the joy!

Suzanne had been stroking and sucking for a good twenty minutes, changing positions repeatedly, and it seemed like the two of them could keep doing it forever.

But they could only dance on the edge for so long. Eventually, without any special stimulation or reason, Alan suddenly lost control. He just barely had time to shout, "Watch out!" before he started firing into her tonsils.

She eagerly took his entire load directly into her mouth, without spilling a drop. A little bit of cum dribbled down her chin, but she licked it all up with her extraordinarily long tongue.

It had been great fun, but unfortunately Suzanne couldn't coax him back to life again that morning. By the time the family returned, the two of them were sitting innocently in the living room, reading sections of the newspaper.

The time with Suzanne helped Alan get over his recent bout of moral indecision. Any qualms he'd had were decimated by the overpowering image of Suzanne naked, dripping cum, panting like a bitch in heat.

After she left, he thought, How could something that feels so good possibly be wrong? It's not wrong to fuck someone like Aunt Suzy or even my mom. What's wrong is letting a beautiful woman like that go even one hour without being fucked. She needs to be impaled and fucked every hour of the day! It's not my fault that I have such a hot mother, and an equally hot aunt. Well, technically she's not really my aunt, which is probably a good thing given what we just did!

One such woman would drive any man to complete distraction, but I've got four in my house if I count Aims, and then there's Akami to consider too. Dang, she looks fine. It's amazing I haven't been reduced to a drooling, gibbering idiot already, with all these fine ladies running around. I guess that's the "price" of living the rich life in Southern California. He chuckled inwardly.

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