6 Times a Day

That evening, Susan and Ron went to play night tennis with each other. Tennis was one of the few things they actually did together.

Susan felt conflicted being near Ron. On the one hand, she felt guilty for having jacked off her son hours before, but on the other hand she suspected Ron of rampant adultery. She let out her frustrations by playing aggressively.

Not only was she in great shape and playing at the top of her game, but Ron was quite out of shape from sitting behind a desk too much. Her maternal instincts kicked in. She prided herself on being a good wife, so when they were done playing she said to him, "Ron, honey, are you all right?"

He was panting badly as he clutched his side. "I'm just... winded... I'll be... all right... Good game... First time... you beat me."

But Susan said, "You're not all right! Frankly, you haven't looked yourself lately. What have you been doing in Thailand? Whatever it is, it sure isn't exercising."

He griped, "It's called 'getting old.'"

"Nonsense. Look at Suzanne and me. Would you believe I got carded the other day when I bought some wine at Trader Joe's? It's true. When did you have your last physical?"

"Uuuh, I don't remember." He was still bent over and gasping.

"You're having one now! I'm going to set one up for you and I don't want to hear you're too busy to go."

Ron just nodded.

Susan thought, AND, when he goes, I'll make sure he gets a blood test. Then we'll be able to test him for STDs too. It's not exactly a Suzanne scheme, but I'll bet Suzanne's gonna be proud of me for my cleverness! It's not even immoral, because he does need a check-up.

Not long after they returned home, Suzanne came over to see if circumstances would allow her to help Alan some more. She noticed Ron watching TV in the living room, then she wandered upstairs. She heard the stereo in Alan's room, which presumably meant he was studying, and she also heard Susan down the hall in the bathroom attached to her bedroom, just starting to take a shower.

An idea came to her and she rushed back downstairs to Ron. She told him, truthfully, that her son Brad had been having trouble with his fantasy football team and needed advice. She knew Ron was a big football fan and she correctly figured he'd volunteer to go over and help Brad. She further knew that when either of them got to talking about football it was nearly impossible to get them to shut up, so that meant Ron was out of the picture for a good while.

Then, giving Ron a minute or two head start, Suzanne rushed back to her own home, went to her private office there, and called the Plummer house on her private line.

Alan's bedroom door was slightly ajar, so he heard the phone ring in Susan's bedroom. Hearing the water running in the shower and the phone still ringing, he rushed over to her room to catch the phone before the answering machine took it. He made it just in time. "Plummer residence?"

Suzanne chuckled. She could tell it was Alan's voice, and there was no mistaking her scratchy voice, so she decided to have a little fun with him. "The Plummer residence? I'm not sure I have the right number. I'm looking for an Alan. I understand he needs to have his cock sucked."

Alan was so shocked by this that he was momentarily rendered speechless, and just muttered, "Uh, ah..."

"Is this Alan?" she continued. "Because this is his friend Christine, and I just wanted to tell him that I'm so sorry about turning him down for a date. I'm just standing here in my opened robe playing with my big breasts and thinking about how I need to make it up to him with blowjobs. Lots and lots of blowjobs!"

Alan was slow on the uptake, especially since his head was filled with an image of Christine playing with herself. It was as if so much blood had suddenly rushed to his cock that there was none left for his brain. He stated the blatantly obvious. "You're not Christine!"

"Oh, but I am. Who am I speaking to? Is this Susan?"

"No, she's in the shower. Aunt Suzy, I know that's you. I mean, come on. You're not even trying to sound like Christine. Heck, you don't even know what she sounds like. What's this all about?"

"But I AM Christine! And I need your help!"

Her plea for help sounded so urgent and sincere that Alan couldn't help but reply, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know! It's my body. You're the only man I can trust, so I'm calling you!"

"But what is it? What's the problem?" Against his will, Alan found himself increasingly drawn into the scenario. His vision of Christine talking on the phone grew more vivid.

Suzanne said in her boner-inducing scratchy yet sultry voice, "It's like cats when they go in heat. It's just like that. I'm in heat! I need your help. I need you to come over here right away! My breasts! They're so... needy! They need a man's touch! I'm standing here in my room, virtually naked, writhing with lust, but when I pull on my nipples and fondle my breasts it just doesn't do it! Alan! Please! I need YOU! I want you to grope and maul them! Pull on my nipples HARD! Touch them all over!"

Alan thought, Shit! If she keeps talking, my dick is gonna rip my shorts to shreds! Christine!

Suzanne paused just to pant for a few moments, then continued, "I think, if you rub your penis all over it, that would help a lot. Can you do that? Can you rub your stiff dick all over my big breasts? If you put it between them, I'll squeeze them together and rub and rub until you squirt all over my face! Can you help me with that? Please? Is that what you call a titfuck?"

He groaned lustily. Oh, man! She's killing me! Christine! Titfucking her is practically my very favorite fantasy!

But Suzanne wasn't done. "And my pussy is even worse. It's on fire! I think the only thing that can cool it down is cum. Lots and lots of sticky man-cum! Alan, I need your help! I need your cum! If you don't come over here and stick your big cock in my tight little blonde cunt, I think I'm gonna die! You just have to come here and fill all my holes, over and over, in and out and in and out with your big hard log, all night long!"

She snickered quietly to herself as she heard Alan breathing heavily and unevenly. Then she upped the ante. She gasped as if attacked, "OH! OH! Oh, my breasts! Oh, GOD! If you can help me with just one thing, they really do need to get fucked! Please, I'll do anything if you just come over here and fuck my tits! Oh God! Please! And then the blowjobs! I'll suck your cock forever if you just promise to fuck my big tits like they need to be fucked!"

Suzanne was getting herself increasingly worked up with her rapid-fire sexy talk. She had to pause to catch her breath.

That gave him a chance to finally get a word in. He was extremely aroused, but deadpanned, "Aunt Suzy, shit, man! If you ever need any money, you could make a fortune as a phone sex operator. Jesus! That was like being hit by a truck! A full-on sex truck!"

She laughed. "I don't know what a 'full-on sex truck' is, but it sounds like fun. But you got me. I'm not Christine."

He laughed too. "No, you're not. You're pure sex, and pure evil too."

She chuckled knowingly. "There's maybe some truth in that. However, would you be less mad at me if I said I really am playing with my tits and I really am looking for you so I can help you with a blowjob?" She chuckled again, because she could hear him gulping with shock and arousal.

"Oh, man!" He stammered a bit and then said, "Aunt Suzy, God I'd love for you to help, and that Christine talk got me really worked up, although it would have been just as great if you were you, but you can't. Ron is here."

"No he's not. He's over here. He came over just a few minutes ago and he's gonna be here a while. He and Brad are talking about football, and even my husband has joined in. I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

"What?"

"I'll help you reach your daily target with a handjob or blowjob, but you have to ask your mother for her assistance first. But the offer's only good for the next five minutes. You snooze, you lose."

"But Aunt Suzy! She's taking a shower. How can I even ask? And you know how she is lately, especially since Ron came home. What's this all about?"

"She needs to get more involved, because I can't handle it all by myself. I heard she helped you with an abnormality check earlier today, so you need to strike while the iron is hot. Not only that, but a shower is a perfect time. She's very susceptible to your charms when she's naked, believe me. I've noticed that all her religious morality seems to come off with her clothes."

"But Aunt Suzy. I can't just walk in there when she's naked and ask for help with an orgasm. That's craziness!"

"Think of it this way, Sweetie. It's win-win. If you go in there and she says yes, then you're obviously a very happy camper. If you go in there and she says no, then you still get my help. AND you get to see her naked. The only way you lose is if you're too frightened to go in at all. Fortune favors the brave."

"But... but... Aunt Suzy! Grrr! You ARE evil!"

"Did I mention the five minutes has started already? Your mom and I keep no secrets, so don't try to wriggle through any loopholes. Oh, and you can't mention that I suggested any of this. Good luck!" She hung up the phone.

Standing in Susan's bedroom, he was already quite close to her adjoining shower. In fact, Susan probably could have heard his end of the phone call had the shower water not been running. Thinking about her showering there so close was very tempting. Furthermore, thinking about Suzanne's promises and her talk about Christine helping out had put him in such an excited mood that he was ready for practically anything. His dick was fully erect and throbbing with need.

Still, he thought too much to be naturally assertive, and he found himself pacing back and forth in her room, wondering what to do.

He tried to think of some reason to enter the bathroom while his mother still stood wet and naked. Even as I'm thinking, she's probably close to getting out and toweling herself off. If she does that, it'll be too late. Dang. But I can't go in there as if by accident, since this isn't the bathroom I normally use. Maybe I could say there's some kind of emergency? Nah. At best I'd get a quick look... There's something really wrong with me to even be standing here in this room, but I'm so horny that it's beyond unbearable. My dick is so stiff and hard, I can barely walk around! Damn Aunt Suzy and her sexy talk!

Before long, the only thing he could think about was how his mother would look under the shower, seeing the water pouring down all over her glistening skin. But still he hesitated because he couldn't think of a good reason to go in there and violate her privacy.

Suddenly, the shower came to a stop.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Time is running out! Not to mention Aunt Suzy's five minute window. That could even be over already! I wonder what she's thinking. Today she actually told me she might give me a blowjob sometime soon. And she DID give me a handjob.

Hey. Wait a minute. What did she say earlier today? "Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be precisely what you want." That's it. I'll just say I can't take it anymore and see how she reacts. If worse comes to worst, she can't be THAT mad at me, can she?

Fortune does favor the brave! What the hell, I just have to do it!

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