6 Times a Day

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Last but Extra Long Chapter. 5K words.

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Alan followed his sister's blowjob with a long shower, after which he went downstairs for brunch.

Katherine couldn't stop smiling. She ate quickly and then left the house. She'd made her point, staking a claim to her brother, and now she figured she should back off for a while so their mother wouldn't think that she was too demanding of her brother's time.

However, Susan didn't get to be alone with him because Suzanne arrived shortly afterwards and joined the meal. Once the three of them finished eating, the two gorgeous mothers looked at Alan expectantly.

He thought to himself, I wonder what they're thinking. I bet they're thinking of helping me out. After all, that's just about all that goes on in this house anymore! But what'll I do now that it's not just Aunt Suzy openly helping me? My dick is getting stiff again, which is not a surprise, just looking at these two incredible six-foot-tall wonders. If I ask Aunt Suzy for help, then Mom's going to be offended. If I ask Mom for help, then Aunt Suzy's going to be offended. And if Sis were here too it would be that much worse! Mom won't allow two women helping me at once. So how can I divide my-

His thinking was interrupted by Suzanne, who leaned over the table where he was sitting. They'd been drinking tea, so she asked, "Would you like some more tea?"

He nodded.

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. Naturally, she was braless too, and it showed. She kept her head and eyes cast down so he wouldn't feel shy about scoping her out. She wriggled her shoulders subtly to present an extremely enticing "tit-quake."

However, Susan 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 you know I practically live here. I'm happy to help out. I'm especially happy to help Sweetie. I like to take my share of the load."

Then to Alan, she asked, "Would you like some more tea?" She leaned forward again, jiggling her boobs, knowing full well that his teacup was already full to the brim.

Susan crossed her arms under her own tremendous rack and frowned. She was still wearing the extremely revealing blouse and short shorts she had on during the earlier phone call with Suzanne, so that pose was even more titillating than usual. "Suzanne, thanks, but really, when it comes to serving him, I think I've got it covered." She glared at her best friend.

"Fine," Suzanne said, "but I'd like to serve him too sometimes."

Susan barked, "I can serve him very well, thank you very much!" She leaned forward as if there was something wrong with his teacup or saucer and she was fixing it. But her move was really just a blatant attempt to show off her cleavage by thrusting her chest forward outrageously.

Suzanne finally stood back up, acting as if nothing were wrong. "Okay, sure."

Alan thought, These two are getting really competitive all of a sudden. I don't want that. There's an obvious undercurrent in what they're saying, like Aunt Suzy saying she wants my "load" and Mom talking about "serving" me. God, so fucking hot! 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 arrogant 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 doing my thing today, and it would be great if you two could help me. I'd really appreciate it."

"Certainly," they both replied, at the same time.

"I'm going to need help more than once. Probably once now that 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.

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

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other. They were not loving looks.

For a moment, he 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 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, showing everyone how understanding, generous and self-disciplined she was. She envisioned Suzanne giving her a grateful hug before running off to Alan's room while holding his hand.

But Suzanne brushed it off, literally, as she breezily waved her hand in the air. "Nonsense. I need your frequent involvement in this. There's just too much hard cock here that needs to be stroked and sucked for me to take care of it all by myself. Besides, I'll be particularly busy the next couple of days, so this is a really bad time." That wasn't true, but she didn't want Susan to get the time to clear her head by going without. "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," if Suzanne was so busy. But she looked over at her son and thought about his next tasty load that she could swallow. 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; in particular, her catching him with Katherine the night before no doubt especially still rankled and troubled her. He wanted to solidify her recent transformation before she had a chance to slide back once again towards her prudish instincts. But he had to live with their agreement and the results of the toss.

Suzanne was a bit disappointed also, because she too felt that changing Susan's attitude was really important, and she thought letting Susan have a turn right now would help with that. But winning the toss had a big practical upside for her: more intimate and arousing time with the man she loved.

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

But suddenly Susan said, "Wait! You two, stay here. Don't do it upstairs, 'cos I want to go there right now."

"Uh, okay," he replied. He realized that Katherine or Amy could walk into the house at any moment, so the living room area wasn't good. "We'll go to the basement. How does that sound, Aunt Suzy?"

"Fine." She pulled him out of the room, and they walked arm in arm like teenagers on their first date.

Susan hurried upstairs.

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Susan went straight into Alan's room. She had originally planned to return to her room so she could masturbate some more - she'd already had a wonderful orgasm just after waking, since now that Ron was gone there was nothing stopping her from jilling herself more often. But she decided to stop by Alan's room to check the chart on the inside of his door and see how many times he'd cum the day before. Checking his chart was still a daily habit for her.

As Susan entered the room, she was overcome with the smell of Alan's cum. He still hadn't opened his window recently. The room smelled stuffy and stale, but mostly there was the odor of sex. It was a powerful reminder of how his cock tasted. If she couldn't have it in her mouth right at that instant, being in his room was the next best thing.

She looked at his orgasm chart on the back of his door. Oooh! Seven times yesterday. Impressive. Tiger is getting to be such a sexual stud. Such a big, strong, cum-filled young man! Mmmm! His needs... He just has such powerful needs! Sticky, gooey... So stiff and strong! He really does need three personal cocksuckers, at least!

Without warning, her legs nearly buckled. Oh no. My head - it's like I'm getting dizzy just standing here. Between looking at this chart and knowing what's happening in the basement, I don't know if I can control myself!

She closed the door to his room and rushed to his bed. Then she lay on top of the covers and frigged herself. She imagined that he was right there in the room, standing on the other side, watching her.

She knew that he kept some towels next to his bed that he liked to cum into; soft, silky towels. As she worked herself towards climax, she picked up one of the towels and sniffed it. It was still fairly wet with his cum - she figured the cum was some hours old and from some point in the middle of the night. (She didn't know it, but it actually had been used much more recently, since he'd cleaned his penis with it after cumming with Katherine.)

Susan was so eager for his cum that she didn't care how old it was. She rubbed it over her face and then licked at the cum, pulling it into her mouth. The cum wasn't fresh, but the towel had been rolled into a ball and there was a patch that was still wet instead of crusty and hard.

Look at me! This isn't right. I've lost all dignity and restraint! I volunteered to stay away from Tiger's cock for several days, but that was a total lie! The truth is, I couldn't last a day. I'm totally hooked! People say I'm an extraordinarily beautiful woman. I should be able to divorce my cheating husband and replace him with any man I want. And yet, the only man I want, the only man I love, is my very own son! I'm deeply ashamed to be one of his official personal cocksuckers, one of his big-titted sex pets even, and yet nothing makes me happier! I'm totally hooked on my son's fat cock! It's so wrong, but Gaawwwd it's so good!

She eagerly lapped at the cummy towel as her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Suzanne and Alan went downstairs to the basement, which was filled with the two mothers' exercise equipment (although there was plenty of open space as well). The two of them went there instead of Alan's room because they incorrectly assumed Susan wanted to do something in her room or bathroom without being audibly reminded that Alan was having his dick sucked only a short distance away.

Within a very short time, Suzanne found herself kneeling in front of a standing Alan, giving him a slow titfuck. She was wearing nothing but high heels, while he was naked too, at her insistence. The titfuck was just serving as a prelude to a blowjob, because she wanted to talk first and the titfuck left her mouth free.

She said, "Sweetie, I know what you were thinking. You're worried about a rivalry between mothers, given the tense and competitive situation we just left upstairs. But don't worry. She and I are the very best of friends; it would take a hell of a lot to split us apart. As long as there's plenty of your cock for both of us - and of course there is - everything will be fine." As she spoke, she raised one tit while lowering the other, keeping his shaft tightly squeezed while her boobs went up and down, up and down, up and down.

He was still discovering the joy of titfucks; he loved them so much that it was difficult for him to think. That made him slow to answer, "I'm trying, Aunt Suzy, I'm trying. ... It wasn't that long ago since I had to do most or all of my six times by myself."

Suzanne laughed. "Now that your father is gone, I don't think you'll ever have to do that again. We're going to make you feel so good, you won't know if you're coming or going." She giggled. Then she snaked her tongue out and flicked it at the tip of his cockhead. "I take that back. You're going to know very well that you're cumming."

They both chuckled at that.

He looked down and saw his rod sliding back and forth between Suzanne's ivory orbs. They didn't have any special lubrication this time, but his cock was already drooling so much pre-cum that it didn't matter. Dang! Titfucks are great! They're just as good as blowjobs even, in their own way. At least with big, pillowy tits like these. I feel like I'm really fucking, and her tunnel is so tight and yet still so soft!

A couple of extremely enjoyable minutes passed for them both. He liked the vigorous titfuck, where his shaft was trapped between two boobs quickly sliding up and down, particularly when they went in opposite directions. But then she slowed down.

When it came to Suzanne, he decided that he liked slow titfucks better. That's because with his dick staying more-or-less in place, her long tongue could come out to play. The things that tongue could do to his cockhead defied description. She could easily reach his sweet spot with the tip of her tongue, so she did so, repeatedly.

However, after a while, Suzanne had to slow down to a near stop, to avoid having him shoot his load too fast. For all practical purposes it served as a strategic break, even though his stiff pole remained buried in her ample cleavage the entire time.

As they rested, he asked, "Aunt Suzy, I've got a question. Titfucks are totally awesome, but when it comes to Mom it seems like they're not even on her radar screen. Is there a reason they're so taboo for her?"

"Well, I mentioned this to you the other day. Your mom has been so sheltered sexually that I don't think she even gets what titfucks are. I've explained them to her before, but she seems to think a titfuck would be little different than, say, rubbing your cock against her butt."

"That sounds like fun!"

She snickered. "Somehow I thought you'd say that. But I guess it's true that I'm mostly to blame. You see, I've mentioned it to her here and there, but only in passing. To be honest, I guess that on some level that was on purpose. I know you don't like to talk strategy with me for fear of me feeling like a co-conspirator against her or something, but I've kind of deliberately avoided cluing her in about them. I've been following kind of a one-step-at-a-time approach, and right now the plan is to get her fully onboard the handjob and blowjob train."

He kidded, "That train has left the station and it's moving full speed ahead - I can tell you that!"

"Yes, I've noticed," Suzanne replied with obvious understatement. She pressed her boobs tightly together, giving his cock an especially tight squeeze. "So I won't say any more about my strategy. But let's just say that now that she's making good progress there, expect more good things with her in the near future."

"Oh! I like the sound of that."

"Let's just say that I've looked into the crystal ball and I see your dick sliding through a pair of perfectly round, G-cup mommy boobs."

He stared down at his dick where it was trapped in Suzanne's cleavage. "Yeah, I see that crystal ball too, and it feels as good as it looks!"

She rolled her eyes, but grinned too. "I'll have you know, these are 38G auntie boobs."

He joked, "Anti-boobs? Is that like anti-matter?"

"I said AUNTIE boobs. Don't quit your day job to become a comedian." Knowing that this talk of titfucking Susan was firing his libido, she resumed sliding her tits up and down either side of his shaft. "Speaking of more good things, it's almost time for my lunch. I think I'm going to eat some Alan sausage, with a side order of balls, and then a cup of piping hot crème de cum soup!"

She craned her head down and tickled his sweet spot with the tip of her long tongue some more. "But I must admit that I do feel a bit of rivalry with your mom. Now that she's becoming a committed and talented cocksucker, I have to stay one step ahead. That's why I've been working on my deep throating skills. It's a real pain in the ass, believe me, but I want to do it for you, Sweetie."

That wasn't entirely true. She used to be very good at deep throating in her wild college days, but she hadn't done it in the years since then until she'd resumed recently with Alan. None of her lovers had moved her enough to make it worth the great effort. But, even so, it wasn't something that needed practice, just determination. She just said that to emphasize that it was difficult but she wanted to do it for him.

She continued, "I want to be your favorite cocksucker and stay that way. Deep throating is a special thing that only I can do to you."

She started to reposition for the deep throating, but a certain look in his eyes stopped her. She said with chagrin. "Wait. Oh no. Somebody else has done it to you?!"

He could have lied, but he loved Suzanne and wanted to be honest with her. He nodded shyly.

She sighed. "How can that be? I know for a fact it's not Susan or Angel. Right?!"

He nodded again.

"Then who?"

He blushed. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on. You can tell your Aunt Suzy." She squeezed his erection with her big melons more insistently. Then, she dropped her hand from where she'd been pressing her tits together, and used her upper arms to maintain the tit-tunnel instead. With her hands freed, she momentarily halted their titfucking rhythm and caressed his balls in a pleasurable way to help squeeze the secret out of him.

He groaned with pleasure but was still in control enough to say, "Nope! Can't kiss and tell. But to satisfy your curiosity, just know that it was someone from school." He figured Glory certainly wouldn't want him to tell anyone what they were doing. They had never really discussed the need for secrecy about their affair, but then again there wasn't a need, since the danger of her losing her job due to loose talk was so dire.

Suzanne resumed her intermittent licking of his cockhead with her freakishly long tongue. "Oh. That's not so bad then. I was afraid there for a moment that your mom had beat me to it. I can't imagine her knowing how to do that without my help, but she is full of surprises lately. Or your sister. I gotta admit I feel some competition there. Just what have you two done together?"

He remained mum, enjoying her sliding tits and flicking tongue as he thought over what he should say. Then he concluded, "I can't kiss and tell."

"Okay. Enough talking anyway. Deep throating time!"

Suzanne knelt down further and put her mouth over his erection. Just like Glory, Suzanne didn't try to go all the way at once. She slowly took his long dick in deeper and deeper each time her head bobbed on it.

But unlike Glory, Suzanne was clearly having trouble. She repeatedly gagged as his boner reached the point of triggering her gag reflex. She sputtered and choked.

He had to take his cock all the way out again and again, giving her a chance to recover.

She was frustrated that she was having such trouble, because she recalled that she'd previously managed to deep throat him with ease. She realized that she'd been overconfident, and she hadn't mentally or physically readied herself to do it.

She said, "Sorry. Just a sec. I'll get this." She thought, Now I remember why I gave up on this all those years ago. It's a total bitch! But I'm not about to let some slutty teenage girl outdo me! Since he mentioned it was someone at school, she assumed that it was another student. It didn't occur to her that it could be a teacher.

She focused her resolve and determination, and got into position to give it another try.

She simply bobbed on him for a couple of minutes, to get in the mood. She slowly took him deeper and deeper, until she was slightly gagging on him. Then she pulled all the way off him to take a very deep breath. Since he was still standing, she suddenly lunged her head forward until more than half of his erection was in her mouth.

That was well past her gag reflex and into her throat, but she didn't stop there. She kept going and going until her nose was pressed up against his body.

He exclaimed, "You did it! You're amazing!"

She was very glad, but she thought, Ha? You think that's impressive? Try this! Then, with his cockhead still lodged deep down her throat, her long tongue got busy with the portion of his shaft in her open mouth. It felt like his cock was enjoying a good fucking AND a good blowjob at the same time.

Alan loved it. Nevertheless, the experience wasn't as good as with Glory. The problem was that Suzanne didn't have her heart in it. She was doing it to prove something to him, not because she truly wanted to do it and was having fun with it. She had to be extremely aroused to be in the mood for it, and she was aroused, but not that aroused.

Suzanne deep throated him twice, keeping him down her throat nearly a full minute each time. But then she gave up and finished him off with a traditional blowjob. Although the deep throating wasn't as great as Glory's, it still was extremely arousing, and she didn't have to suck him very much longer before he was ready to blow.

When she sensed he was close, she mumbled, "Face, tits, or tummy?"

"Oh man! What great options! You mean directly on your tummy, or down your throat to it?"

"Down the throat. But hey, whatever floats your boat."

He joshed around, acting like he was ordering from a menu in a fine restaurant. "Let's go with tummy, with just a little on the face. And I'll take a side order of two ripe boob squeezes, and an extra helping of Aunt Suzy awesomeness."

She had a good laugh at that.

So she squeezed and stroked and sucked him while he shot his load down her throat, straight into her stomach.

But she honored his request by backing off when they came to his last couple of ropes, letting them hit her on the nose and chin.

When they rested, Suzanne proudly said, "How'd you like them apples? I KNOW your teen slut at school can't lick you like that even when you're that far in her throat."

He was rather abashed when he apologetically said, "Actually..."

Like him, she'd been slumped against the wall as they recovered. But she sat up stiffly like she'd just been bit in the ass. "WHAT?! Are you kidding me?!"

He shrugged, also apologetically. "I'm really not. I wouldn't lie to you about this."

She shook her head and stared into space. "Unfrigginbelievable!" She kept on shaking her head a few more times, and then turned to look him right in the eyes. "You've got me really curious now. You HAVE to tell me. Just who is this girl?! How did you get intimate with her?! And how the hell did she learn to do all that at her age?!"

He was tempted to tell her that it wasn't a 'girl,' but he worried that if he did, she'd figure out right away that it was Glory. His crush on his history teacher was very well known to her. Therefore he said, "Unfortunately, I can't tell you anything. I want to, but I can't. It would be betraying a confidence."

"Grrr!" After a long pause, she asked, "At least tell me this: is she as beautiful as I am? Is she as curvy as I am?"

He carefully replied, "She's definitely beautiful, there's no doubt about that. But I don't want to make comparisons. As far as curvaceousness goes, I think it can't be denied that you're a fair deal curvier than she is."

Suzanne huffed, "Well, thank God for that, at least!" She thought, It sounds like I've got some serious competition with this mystery girl. She's beautiful, curvy, and she even knows my deep-throating tricks! I honestly didn't think he had it in him to snag a girl like that. His penis is larger and thicker than most, even if I hype it up well beyond that, and he's got impressive stamina and recuperative abilities. I've had some really intense orgasms with him, and I know Susan has too. He has a special knack, that's for sure. But he's not a true lady-killer, at least not yet. For starters, I don't think he'd know the first thing about how to seduce a stranger.

Hmmm. So it must be someone he knows well already. That narrows the pool considerably, since he doesn't have many girls that he knows to begin with. Christine?! Nah, no way. "Pristine Christine" is one of her nicknames, because she's well known to be a virgin. She can't possibly be deep throating like a pro already, and anyway, she's plenty curvy.

Then who?! I don't know enough about who he knows at school. Damn. I guess I'll have to put that in my pipe and smoke on it for a while. She didn't even consider Glory, because she still assumed that it was another student.

Both of them were tired and sweaty after that effort, so the two of them rested for a while in each other's arms. This was fine with Alan, who had been looking forward to a simple, restful day, with little more to do than be sucked off by his lovely ladies before and after brunch.

Suzanne asked him, "Okay, so you can't tell me about your mystery deep throater. But you CAN tell me about your recent help from your mother and sister, can't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose. We don't really keep secrets. Besides, Susan tells you everything already, and you could wheedle answers out of Sis if you put your mind to it. So why ask me?"

"Because I want your perspective. I'm going to get a very different account depending on who I ask, even though all the answers are sincere."

He ended up giving quite a long explanation about how he and his sister had gotten caught last night, about the new "goodnight kiss and tuck-in" tradition, and much more. However, he skipped most of the sexual details, since he considered that private.

Suzanne didn't mind his editing too much; earlier on the phone she'd already heard another version of most of the same events from Susan. Now that Alan had given his account, she could go back and question Susan further to get a still more complete picture of what had really happened. It wasn't that Susan was dishonest, but not surprisingly, she'd glossed over some of the more humiliating aspects. For instance, Susan had vaguely mentioned wearing a "sexy shirt" but she hadn't described how she'd worn a T-shirt with a large area cut out in front for her boobs to stick through.

At one point, he described how he'd cleverly managed to humiliate Susan, due to his belief that she "really got off on that."

Suzanne said to him, "You know, you're right that she gets off on that. You should explore that some more with her. I don't think you want to make her do something really absurdly shameful-"

"No! Definitely not! I love her too much to even think of it. Like having her do something in front of a stranger? Or even TO a stranger? Forget it! I love her too much to even consider it."

"Good. I figured you'd say that. But little things you can do to her around the house are good, like what you had her do with that shirt. Find some excuse for you to not like the clothes she's wearing and have her strip right in front of you. Or have someone like Angel or me watch while she blows you. Heck, even someone like Brenda, since she's in the know now. What do you think of that particular suggestion?"

"That would be okay, I guess. If the mood was right, and Brenda really is safe as we hope she is."

"Good thinking. I'm glad you worry about those kinds of things. Always be careful and mindful. You've got a secret power over your remarkable mother. I've seen that you've been using it instinctively for a while, without really realizing what you were doing, but now that you're consciously figuring out how it works, it's easy to go too far. I know she's got a body built for sex, but she's still your mom. It's a fine line, trying to humiliate her to turn her on while still leaving her basic dignity intact."

He pondered that. "Yeah. I'll have to think about that. I guess I should err on the side of caution."

"Smart. But don't err TOO much in that direction. I think she's beginning to understand how much she enjoys being humiliated by you in a sexual context."

Suzanne was cheered by everything she'd heard. She felt her overall plan was working out better than she'd expected, and on a much faster timeline too. Her only frustration was not knowing exactly what Alan and Katherine were doing with each other. Alan was frustratingly vague when it came to talking about that. He admitted that he was "involved" with his sister, but wouldn't say any more. He explained that he hadn't talked to Katherine about possibly sharing such things with Suzanne, so he wanted to err on the side of caution with that too.

Suzanne figured she wouldn't get much more from Katherine either. Normally, she "could wheedle answers out of Sis if [she] put your mind to it," as he said, but not this time. She was like Katherine's second mother, but she'd already pestered her with questions, to no avail.

Suzanne went back home, content to have a big load of Alan's cum in her belly.

As she walked the short distance back to her house, she thought, Excellent. As usual, another two steps forward and one step back. Sweetie and Angel getting caught is proving to be a really good thing, there's no doubt about it. Angel's sex activities are coming out in the open and Susan hasn't put up a big stink about it. The more her sexual "help" becomes normal and accepted around the house, the better, and the sooner we can push ahead into our new sexual life. Another piece leading to the fulfillment of my overall scheme falls into place.

I feel just like Mr. Burns on the Simpsons. "Eeeexcellent!" I wish I could do a convincing "Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" laugh. I don't even really need to actively scheme that much anymore - everything is developing as it should, naturally.

But there's still a long way to go. Getting Susan to actually fuck her "Tiger" is going to be the hardest mental barrier to overcome, by far. Getting her to have sex with Angel and me will be easy by comparison. Oooh! Won't that be fun? She snickered with delight.