6 Times a Day

To Alan's disappointment, despite having a nearly-naked gorgeous woman on each side of him who loved nothing better than sucking him off at the drop of a hat, and despite feeling very horny mentally, his penis hadn't recovered by the time that breakfast ended.

Occasionally, he'd reach out to stroke Susan's or Katherine's sexy outfits, but he did so in more of an affectionate way than a sexual one. Cumming so many times yesterday must have worn me out, he realized. I didn't actually reach my record of ten times in one day, but thanks to getting to skip school, it seems I spent the whole day playing with bombshell beauties! He chuckled to himself. Yep, it's definitely a tough life!

Although the near-constant stimulation and daily PC muscle exercise of recent weeks had given him impressive powers of endurance, he still had his limits. That morning he found that his penis was weary and sore after so many intense orgasms in past few days. His body was literally almost entirely drained of cum. He considered putting his shorts back on as a signal that he was done for a while, but he kind of liked the extra attention he got when half-naked.

Alan's orgasm hadn't been up to his usual gusher standards. That was obviously on his mother's mind when she placed a bottle of fruit juice in front of him and said, "Drink a lot, Tiger. Replenish your body with lots of fluids." Ever since she'd realized that the high fruit content of his diet helped make his cum taste sweet, she encouraged him to drink fruit juice, especially orange or pineapple juice (since their acidity countered the naturally alkaline taste of cum).

All three of them were mindful of the fact that they actually had to complete some tasks BEFORE school started, the biggest of which was eating breakfast. They ate as quickly as they could and without any talking, so they could have more time for their now-usual sexual play.

Katherine and Susan kept glancing at his penis whenever his T-shirt wasn't covering it. However, it remained flaccid, although by the end of breakfast it had started to twitch with a little life.

Feeling frisky again, he placed one hand on his mother's thigh and the other on his sister's. His mother's legs were covered with the nightie while his sister's were bare, but his mother's nightie was so thin that he disregarded it. Within seconds, he was sliding his hands to within an inch or two of their slits.

Susan gasped, and said, "Tiger! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to check out who's wetter. Both of you are so... gushy." He stroked their inner thighs in the same way at the same time.

But Susan was unhappy. She was embarrassed over just how wet she was, and concerned about getting too aroused with Katherine right there. She was always leery of him touching her pussy, and doubly so after she'd just come so close to begging to be fucked.

Katherine said, "Mom, don't you just love it? Bro's not just touching us, he's showing that he effectively owns us! Our bodies are here for his enjoyment, and he's putting us in our place."

Susan griped, "Yes, that's all well and good, but there are rules just the same."

Katherine asked, "What rules? He can do whatever he wants to us!"

"No, there are rules. For one, he shouldn't touch both of us at once. That could lead to orgies." Even as she was explaining this, his hand strayed closer to her slit. That caused her to give it a light slap and say, "Okay, enough of that! That's the second thing he shouldn't do. Touching in that area is terribly improper!"

He withdrew his hands from both their crotches, but being able to explore those areas had stimulated him enough to get his tired penis half-hard.

That was hard enough for Katherine to curl her fingers around his shaft and ask, "Big Bro, would you like me to help you with that?" She was horny enough to want to use her one allowed time with him already.

"That's okay, Angel," Susan said to her daughter, "I can handle it."

Katherine reacted to that grumpily. "Hey, I can help too! What am I, a potted plant?" She was furtively squeezing his penis back to full size.

"No," Susan answered, "but you said you didn't want to use up your one time just yet."

"Yeah, but that was then and this is now," Katherine explained. "I knew then that he was gonna blow quickly. Whereas he's just getting hard now, and he came once only a few minutes ago, so that means he'll have extra stamina! I'm hoping I can spend every last remaining minute until we have to go to school stroking and pleasuring his big fat cock!" She started openly jacking him off.

But Susan wasn't happy. She wanted this turn, for much the same reasons Katherine did. She said, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that."

"Why not?" Katherine asked as she rubbed her thumb hard against his sweet spot.

"Tiger needs a tremendous amount of stimulation, and simply jacking him off isn't gonna do it. A powerful cock like that one needs a lot of loving sucking! Besides, I failed to tuck him in last night, and I feel terrible. I'd like to make it up to him with a long, slurpy, sloppy blowjob until you two have to leave." She licked her lips as she watched Katherine's hand slide around in his pre-cum.

"Sucks to be you then," Katherine said smugly. "I get my one time, and I'm gonna take it now."

Alan finally decided to speak up. "Mom, don't stress about last night. It was no big deal."

But the two women ignored him.

He added, "Besides, Aunt Suzy knew you were zonked out, so she took care of me."

Susan glared at him unhappily. "She did, did she? What did she do, exactly?"

Sensing that Susan was possessive about this new tuck-in tradition, he was careful with his words. He also decided this wasn't the time to bring up what Amy had done to him last night. "Well, Mom, she's not you. You're my nightly, uh, tucker-in-er. But my dick was still stiff when I went to bed, and she knew it, so she took care of it. With, uh, her mouth."

Susan thought, So hot! She conceded, "I suppose that was the thing to do." She continued to stare at Katherine's stroking fingers. "But Angel, if you keep doing that, that's going to count for your one time."

"I'm okay with that," Katherine replied happily. "I'm gonna service this great big cock until the minute we have to go. Then he's gonna splooge all over my face!"

"Wait!" Susan pleaded, her desire increasing steadily. "Today is Tuesday, and you know that means a lot to me. That's, uh, that's the day the nurse says I need to pay special attention to his cock. You know, check it for abnormalities and so forth." She knew she was blatantly lying, using that rationale to provide a "medical need" for her to pleasure Alan all day long on that day each week, but she did it anyway to maintain the pretense (mostly to herself).

Katherine's fingers were sliding much faster over his sweet spot, because she was getting the sinking feeling that she'd soon be forced to stop.

Susan continued, "I'd really like if you don't take your turn at all today." She knew Katherine was going to blow up, so she quickly added, "However, in order to make it up to you, you can do him twice each day through to Friday to make up for it. How's that for a deal? Three for one."

"Well... okay, but only if I get to blow him those times. As you just pointed out, handjobs just aren't enough for his demanding cock."

Susan licked her lips again. Angel is so right! His powerful cock DEMANDS more! "Well, one handjob and one blowjob for the next four days. That's a GREAT deal, and you know it."

"I guess," Katherine admitted grudgingly, even while she continued jacking him off. She was trying to act nonchalant, but she was secretly excited because she knew it really was a great deal. It just about negated her punishment, except for the fact that she was still limited in where she could go while she was being grounded.

"Take your hand off him now," Susan commanded, "or this will count as one of your times for tomorrow."

Katherine immediately removed her hand. She noted, "You must really have a thing for Tuesdays."

"I do!" Susan replied with gusto.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N(o)vel(F)ire

And, in fact, she did. After all that had happened in recent weeks, just thinking about Tuesday in the abstract made her hot. If someone even mentioned the word "Tuesday" in a conversation, it usually started a whole series of sexy fantasies for her. She was trying (and succeeding) to build on past Tuesday successes to create a Tuesday "tradition" within their family.

She'd already made clear to Suzanne that she wanted to be alone with Alan every Tuesday, and that Amy should stay clear as well. In return, she hinted that she would step back and pretty much leave Wednesdays to Suzanne and anyone else who wanted them.

With so many women now openly competing to "help" Alan, if he actually masturbated it would make a number of women very unhappy. Increasingly, there just wasn't enough of him to go around.

Susan eagerly knelt down before her son, intent on slurping on his cock.

But a devious plan was forming in his mind. His penis was already starting to grow flaccid now that Katherine had stopped stroking it, and he thought that if he could fake having trouble getting it fully erect, he might be able to use that 'problem' to push Susan's boundaries a little further. So just as she was reaching out for her prize, he said, "Wait!"

Her hand froze in the air.

"Could you take your nightie off first? I love the way it looks, but I've got a good feeling that I'm gonna blow a sticky load all over you. Sis had it right before: we don't want to ruin your beautiful new outfit."

"Okay, Son." She loved it when he told her what to wear, or, more often, what not to wear. She pulled the nightie off her shoulders, baring her chest.

"No," he said firmly. "I want it all off. All the way off."

Katherine giggled with glee. "Way to go, Bro! That's how to handle your big-titted cocksucking mommy!"

Susan blushed at that, and at having to strip completely, but at the same time, both things increased her lusty need. As she got up and took her nightie off, she thought, That IS how you handle your big-titted cocksucking mommy! Angel is so right! I'm totally humiliated, as usual, but so what? Serving your spermy needs comes first, over my dignity!

He'd decided to try to stay flaccid, in hopes of breaking more rules. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing them and acting like he had some minor irritant in one eye, because he knew she'd make a sexy show of disrobing if he was watching and that wasn't going to help him go flaccid.

Finally he couldn't stall any longer without making her suspicious, so he opened his eyes.

Once again she was totally nude but for her high heels, and immediately knelt back down between his legs.

Just the sight of her like that nearly knocked him out of his chair. "Wait," he said, trying not to pant too hard. "We should probably move over to the dining room table, where we can be more comfy."