6 Times a Day

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It was after dinner before Suzanne returned from her day in L.A. She stopped by the Plummer household to check on Susan's mood and talk to her about some things, and also because there was another card game with Brenda planned for later that evening. She walked in just minutes after Alan had left his sister in the kitchen, so he was in the middle of taking his shower while Katherine was still cleaning up.

Suzanne succeeded in hiding the fact that she'd been out of town at all, which wasn't that hard to do given that no one was checking into her whereabouts. She reminded Katherine that Brenda would be over before long. Then she went upstairs to look for Susan, who was still luxuriating in the steamy tub.

Susan was in the middle of a great daydream. At first, she had been bemoaning the fact that Alan had chosen Amy as his official girlfriend. She thought, despite all reason, Why couldn't he have picked ME?! Okay, admittedly, I'm a bit older. And I'm his mother. That IS a bit of a problem. She briefly giggled to herself at what an understatement that last one was.

But what if? What if?! What if nobody at his school knew me or especially about my relationship to him?

Imagine if I just strolled onto the high school grounds one day and was introduced as a new transfer student. Everyone says I look so much younger than my age, and sometimes I even still get carded at restaurants. So I could pull off being a rather mature-looking high school senior. Suzanne couldn't do it, but I could.

Since I'm so buxom, Tiger would probably end up banging me by the end of my first day at school, even if he didn't already know that I was his naughty mother. His "porn mom," hee-hee. He'd just bang me because I'm a certified busty hottie and he has his way with the hot busty babes at school! In fact, by now it's probably institutionalized school policy that if there's a new cutie with double-D's or bigger, they make special arrangements so he can bang her right away, over and over, like a cheap screen door flapping in a hurricane.

That thought led her to start fingering her pussy under the water once again.

I can see it now. I'd be wearing the kind of "dress to kill" tiny outfit that slutty tramps like Heather must wear to school these days. The kind of outfit that schoolgirls wear when they want to say, "Alan, throw me to the ground and drill me right here and now!" And definitely no bra. Or even panties!

In any case, some matronly, frumpy school official would hand me a class schedule. I'd look it over and ask, "What does this mean: 'Third period: Orientation'? What kind of class is that?"

The old crone would cackle and say, "Oh, that's a very special class brought about by... Oh, you could say it's thanks to a special endowment."

"An endowment?" I'd ask cluelessly.

"Oh yes. A very big, really thick endowment. In fact, that's the endowment class all around because only the most endowed females can attend. It's a very TIT-illating class, hee-hee! It's strict school policy that new students who look like you need a whole lot of extra 'orientation.'"

Naturally, I'd be puzzled and say, "I don't understand what you mean. And what does that mean, exactly: 'orientation'?"

She'd cackle some more and say, "You'll find out soon enough. Alan - he's one of the students, but he effectively runs that class - Alan will 'orient' you good, don't worry. It's easy. In fact, you'll find out that to be properly oriented, pretty much all you have to do is lie down and spread your legs. Then Alan will 'fill you in' with so much 'orientation' that you'll need two towels to clean up whatever comes dribbling out."

Of course, since I'm so clueless about sexual innuendo, all her comments would go right over my head. But it wouldn't matter what I understood or thought at all. If you've got the jugs and you go to Alan's school, he's gonna fuck you!

So then I'd go to a special room the school had set up in recognition of Alan's studliness and great sperm-draining needs. He'd be surprised to see me there and he'd have to pretend not to know me, but he'd give me a very thorough 'orientation' just the same! Hee-hee-hee! He'd rip off my flimsy clothes, toss me on a sofa, and screw me into oblivion for the whole hour-long school period while the rest of his hand-selected babes in the class are forced to just watch and masturbate!

She writhed around outrageously, as if she was unable to control any part of her body. Water was splashing all over and sometimes even sloshing out of her large tub, because she was moving about without restraint. All the while she kept fingering her pussy, digging in deep while assaulting her clit.

Oh GOD! Totally nude, bent over and FUCKED in front of all my son's other sex toys! How hot is THAT?! Oh! Oh God! SO HOT! SO HOT! If only it could be! Clumping four fingers, she thrust her hand in and out of her pussy like it was a thick penis. Oh God, I can feel his HUGE COCK, sliding inside me! So hard! So deep! So perfect! Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMM! HNGGG!

She came hard. Water continued to splash out of the tub until her orgasm finally ended.

Eventually she fell still, completely sated, simply breathing hard for a minute or two. But her fantasy was so arousing that she resumed fingering her pussy (with only two fingers this time) as soon as she had recovered somewhat.

She continued in a calmer tone, But that would be just the start. I'd be able to help him wherever he goes. At home, I'd still be his same "porn mom." Tiger can't fuck me there, 'cos motherfucking your very own mommy is just too naughty. But I could live with that because at school I'd be Susan, the surprisingly stacked transfer student. Susan, the surprisingly well-FUCKED transfer student! Hee-hee! Since I wouldn't have all the same classes as him, I'd let Amy and the others jack and suck him off in those classes, or in the halls from time to time. After all, it's his right and his prerogative to get a little variety. If nothing else, he has serious medical needs!

But most of the time I'd be there by his side, pressing my big, braless tits into him. Everyone would just accept the fact that I'd always have my hands inside his shorts as one of those quirky things. All his friends would just roll their eyes when I'd spend yet another lunch in the cafeteria with my head in his lap. Or better yet, sitting in his lap, lightly bouncing up and down on his 'special endowment,' hee-hee! And then, of course, I'd have my Orientation class with him every day. Or maybe they should call it the Astronomy class, 'cos I'd end up seeing stars every single time! Hee! Hoo-wee! This is fun!

We could all get naked and practice our double and triple blowjobs on him, for hours! I know he really has a thing for Christine, and for good reason. She's a hottie! She and I could take turns bobbing on his knob. Oooh, and Heather! She's another hottie! She could take care of his balls while all his other women watch! Mmmm! MMMM! YES! SO HOT!

Susan was increasingly busy fingering her pussy under the water. Yet despite her growing arousal, she was also building up some righteous indignation. Sadly, that's just a fantasy, because people just don't understand! If only they knew about Tiger's critical needs. Sex isn't just fun and games for him; it's a vital medical procedure! He NEEDS holes to stuff his-

Just then, Susan was interrupted in her reverie when Suzanne entered the bathroom. The two mothers were so familiar with each other, and by this time with each other's nakedness, that Suzanne usually didn't even bother to knock. But this time Susan was so lost in her erotic dream world that Suzanne had to knock on the side of the bathtub just to attract her attention.

Susan didn't protest that she was naked, though some lingering sense of modesty caused her to partially cover up her rack with one ineffectual hand.

"Oh, poo. It's you." She reluctantly quit fingering herself.

"Boy, thanks for making me feel welcome," Suzanne said with surprise at Susan's unusually bad manners.

"No, sorry. I don't mean that. It's just that I was having such a lovely daydream. What's up?"

Suzanne began talking while Susan remained lying in the water like a limp noodle. "I talked on the phone with Xania today. I should tell you what-"

Susan interrupted. "Hey! Why are you taking your clothes off?"

Indeed, Suzanne was, but she just laughed as if that was a silly question. "Susan, look around. I need to talk to you for a while, but this room is soaked. It's like you used it for your personal water park. I don't want my clothes to get wet." To make her point, she took her blouse off and carefully hung it on a towel rack.

"Oh," Susan replied, disappointed. She didn't want Suzanne to take her clothes off because she found her friend so incredibly attractive, particularly when naked. She felt like saying, "Okay, but please don't act too sexy," but she didn't.

They discussed some of the logistics of Susan's upcoming visit with the psychologist, including what Susan might say to her and the like. That took nearly half an hour.

Halfway through, Susan started to get too cold in the tub, with her skin starting to wrinkle, so Suzanne talked her into getting out and drying off before they continued the discussion on Susan's bed. She also managed to talk Susan into keeping her clothes off, and she kept her own clothes off as well. But they just lay in bed side-to-side, talking, with only incidental physical contact even though they were both naked.

Suzanne had serious things to discuss, so she didn't want to engage in any hanky-panky. However, she also loved to look at Susan's perfect body, and she knew that Susan would be in a more mentally receptive state if she was a little bit horny. And indeed she was right: Susan agreed with everything quite readily.

Near the end of the discussion, Suzanne suggested, "You know, with everything in flux regarding the psychologist and all, maybe it would be better for the time being if I take care of Sweetie's needs more of the time."

"Perhaps," Susan said grudgingly. That was one issue on which she wasn't going to easily cave. "However, I'm sure you'd agree that his needs are greater than any one woman can satisfy, don't you think? To be on the safe side, I think it takes the four of us: you, me, Amy, and Angel, at a bare minimum. I mean, there's just so much stroking and sucking and teasing that needs to be done."

Suzanne could have pointed out how Susan had been doing just fine handling Alan all by herself every Tuesday, but she figured that to get between Susan and her scheduled weekly semen fix was about as unwise as getting between a mother grizzly bear and her cub.

She also didn't like it that her daughter would be so actively involved with Alan, despite the fact that she knew him to be an honorable and essentially good person. She didn't want another major competitor for his attentions, and she definitely didn't like seeing her "Honey Pie" daughter grow up so fast. But in her heart of hearts she knew there was no stopping Alan and Amy being together, and she realized it was probably for the best in the long run. Amy was a part of "the gang," and it just wouldn't work to keep her out of all the sexual fun. If Amy had to be with someone, and given her blossoming interest in sex she would insist on that, Alan would be the best for her.

So, after pondering the Amy situation, Suzanne merely nodded and said, "At least you wouldn't mind if I take care of the rest of his needs this evening, up until the party, would you? You seem exhausted."

Susan was very grudging, but couldn't think of any rational reason to refuse. "No, I suppose that's okay. I guess I need a break and some time alone to think. But what's this about a party?"

"Get your rest now, because you're not going to have that much of a break. Brenda will be here in about half an hour. Another weekly card game, you know."

"Oh dear. I totally forgot. I'd better get ready. Time flies when you're having so much fun sucking cock." She grinned and stretched her body to get more comfortable.

Suzanne grinned too, happy that Susan was loosening up and enjoying herself more each day. She thought, Now if we can just get Xania to play the psychologist role and quell her last doubts, we'll be home free. Susan will be a totally uninhibited sex maniac. We're soooo close. I can't wait.

Taking advantage of the fact that she wore the exact same clothing sizes as Susan, Suzanne put on something sexy from Susan's closet and went to look for Alan. She'd consciously tried not to think about him all day long, just to calm her overheated mind. Setting up all the details for the psychologist visit had been a good diversion, but on the long ride home from L.A. she could think of little else but fucking her young lover for the first time.

As she walked to his room, she found herself shaking with excitement. She crossed her fingers, hoping that the time was finally right for them to fuck. But when she found him there, lying on his bed doing nothing, she was surprised to see him laugh in response to her appearance.

"What's so funny?" she asked, slightly hurt.

"Sorry, it's just that you should see my sister. She was just in here a couple of minutes ago, wondering if my dick needed any more assistance." He yelled out, "Hey Sis, can you come here?"

Katherine walked across the hall and into Alan's room, and then started laughing too. Both she and Suzanne were dressed in nearly the exact same outfit, which consisted of nothing but a few thin straps of clothing. The only difference was that Suzanne's outfit was black and Katherine's was red. Both even happened to have one nipple uncovered at that very moment (though with such an outfit, it was nearly impossible not to).

Suzanne blushed and thought, How embarrassing. It makes me look like I'm just another woman in his harem. I'm the mastermind here, dammit. This shouldn't be happening!

When Suzanne remembered that she was wearing Susan's clothing, she finally saw the humor of their identical clothing and poses, and joined in the laughter. "I guess the effect of this outfit has been ruined," she said as she pulled on the straps repeatedly to expose more skin. "I'm just trying to get you aroused, because your mom has put me in charge of your penis for the rest of the evening."

"Has she?" asked Katherine. "Rats!"

Suzanne said with a sexy wink, "However, there's no rule against sharing, is there?"

Katherine's face broke into a huge grin. "Oooh! I like the sound of that!"

Alan groaned, pretending to be bothered by the implications.

"Actually, maybe this outfit isn't a total loss," Suzanne said, as she unzipped the zipper on Alan's shorts. His ever-resilient boner sprang to rock-hard attention. "It does seem to inspire you. Maybe it's just the associations with someone else who might have worn it."

"Yeah, don't get rid of that," he said. "I like it. And I like it even more when both of you are wearing similar ones at the same time. It makes you seem like twins or something."

He could have added that the way Suzanne had placed her arm to accentuate her huge tits certainly helped his appreciation of the outfit, but he realized that tit size was a dangerous topic whenever Katherine was present.

"Unfortunately," he went on, "even though my dick is somehow responding again - it was kind of hurting a while ago - we really shouldn't. Mom said that things need to cool off until she gets this psychology thing resolved, but you certainly wouldn't know she meant it, at least from my perspective. It's been nothing but sex, sex, sex for me all day, and then Brenda's coming over in a little while! I was just trying to recover a bit, mentally and physically, to prepare for that."

Katherine massaged Alan's shoulders while Suzanne pretty much ignored his banter and "massaged" his erection.

His sister said in a pouty voice, "Oh, you poooor thing. It's such a tough life, isn't it? Your sopping-wet sister feels your pain. And your balls!" She briefly reached around and cupped his scrotum with one hand as she was saying that. Then she giggled gaily.

Alan rolled his eyes balefully, "Don't talk like that. It only arouses me more. Don't we all need to get dressed and stuff? Isn't Brenda supposed to be here in a few minutes?"

"More like undressed," Katherine chortled. "Aunt Suzy, what do you think the odds are that Brother will get his hands on Brenda's weighty orbs tonight? One hundred percent? Two hundred percent? What do you think the odds are that she'll beat his meat before the evening is through? Or, Bro, that you'll be fucking her bottomless cleavage in front of us all? Or that she'll have trouble breathing because her mouth is stuffed full of your cock?"

Suzanne chuckled. "Pretty high, though two hundred percent seems a bit too much."

Katherine laughed. "Oh, that was one hundred percent for each of her oversized boobs."

She continued, now talking to Alan, "She wants you as bad as the rest of us, Mister 'tough life.' She's going to be another SLAVE to your cock; another addition to your harem. I can tell. Your favorite fuck toy is so conflicted. I want my brother all to myself. But I also love to see him make new conquests." She hugged him tightly from behind while Suzanne kept on stroking his boner.

"Really, please, stop," he moaned. "I don't have a harem. I can't resist when you go on like that. Gotta save some spunk for later..." But his protest was feeble and both women ignored him.

As he resigned himself to the fact that Katherine could not be discouraged, he felt one of her hands reach around and help Suzanne stroke his erection. He didn't try to stop it, but he complained, "Aunt Suzy, you and I need to have a serious talk, when Sis isn't trying to wring every last bit of sperm out of me! I'm concerned about how things are going with Brenda. I mean, 'slave?' That's so extreme! I'm having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that our seduction plan is actually succeeding with her. And what am I supposed to do with her tonight? It's all so wild and weird!"

Seeing that he was having trouble coping, Suzanne figured she should placate him with what he wanted to hear. She slowed her stroking and said, "Relax! Of course when Angel said 'slave,' she didn't mean it literally. Right?"

Katherine could see what Suzanne was doing, so she played along. "Right. That's just sexy talk. Sheesh! You're not THAT great. After all, you're still basically just a big doofus." She giggled.

He did relax after hearing that. He even liked being called by her affectionately insulting "doofus" nickname, because it helped keep him grounded. "Phew! That's a relief. Sometimes, I don't know what's real and what's just sexy talk anymore." He asked his sister, "For instance, what's with you and Mom crowing with pride about my new conquests? I still don't get that."

Katherine more or less forgot to be restrained. "I guess it's because it shows how dominant you are." She purred seductively into his ear as she gently palmed the tip of his cock with one hand while continuing to rub it. "Even though you're not as aggressive as you should be, it shows that you can dominate anyone sexually. The fact that Brenda is such a physically perfect woman, with such outrageously huge, gorgeously shaped tits, makes me jealous, but it also gets me seriously hot! I'm not living with a mere mortal; I'm living with a fuck monster! Let's ask another one of your conquests. Don't you agree, Aunt Suzy?"

Suzanne was quiet for a moment, her concentration seemingly focused on sliding her fingers up and down Alan's shaft. But then she replied tersely, "He's certainly a fuck monster, but please don't call me a 'conquest." That brought the conversation to an end.

Katherine and Suzanne stroked Alan in silence. Katherine had her fingers around his cockhead, so Suzanne was relegated to the less sensitive lower half of his shaft, plus parts further south.

Suzanne thought to herself, This is bad. Sweetie gets really turned on by all this subservient talk, this "slave" and "cunt" and "harem" and "fuck toy" stuff. He complains, and I'm sure he feels some genuine confusion and frustration, but his pulsing cock tells the true story. But I'm not willing to go there. It's undignified. Maybe I'm falling behind? I need to talk to him alone about this and some other matters.

On top of that, Angel has her fingers on all of his best, most sensitive parts. I know it's selfish, but I want all that cock for myself!

She said, "Angel, do you mind?" and motioned to the door with her eyes.

Suzanne thought, as if speaking to Katherine, Get out of here so I can have a chance to fuck him! I need to get back to the top of his list. It's time that we fuck; that'll have him screaming my name. This could be my only chance to be alone with him today. I can't even get five minutes to jack him off all by myself. Sheesh!

But Katherine decided to play dumb. She did untangle herself from her brother and walked to the door, where she said, "Oh! Right." But then she closed the door and walked back to Alan.

Suzanne said in frustration, even as she dropped her head and breathed lightly on Alan's boner now that she had it all to herself, "The idea was that you're supposed to be on the other side of the closed door so I can help him in private."

Alan shivered in delight at the sensations Suzanne was making him feel with just her breathing. Then she started licking his bulbous knob and he had to clench his hands into fists to cope with the spine-tingling surge of erotic joy.

She too felt a shudder of excitement run up and down her spine, just from the pleasure of feeling his cockhead on her tongue. She thought to herself wickedly, Maybe I AM just another one of his conquests! Would that be so bad? I should stop resisting, stop trying to control events, and just turn off my mind to everything except utter pleasure with my man. My Sweetie will take care of me. Endless pleasure! Getting royally fucked forever!

But her thoughts were little more than idle fantasizing, as her desire to manipulate events and be number one in his eyes was very strong.

Katherine belatedly answered, "Oh, right. My bad." But rather than leave the room, she tore away the thin strip of fabric that covered Suzanne's butt and placed a hand on each ass cheek. One of her fingers quickly found its way into Suzanne's slit. She asked, "Did Mom put anyone in charge of your pussy for the evening?"

"No. And you're not supposed to be doing that either," chided Suzanne. "Your mom is in a weird mood about this whole psychologist thing."

"Good point. My bad again." Katherine brazenly stuck two more fingers into Suzanne's pussy.

"You two are incorrigible, you know that?" Suzanne said. She reluctantly gave in to Katherine's fondling and took off the few remaining straps that passed for her outfit. Then she knelt on Alan's bed to suck his boner from a better position. That also gave the giggling Katherine better access to her ass.

Suzanne added, "Please. Let's keep things reasonable, given that your mom is down the hallway."

Katherine giggled more. "That's why I locked the door. Because as a human fuck toy, I don't know the meaning of the word 'reasonable.' I only know the words: 'yes, sir,' 'do me,' and 'more.'" She paused, then giggled again. "Oh, I guess 'deeper' and 'harder' are a couple other favorites." Then she said to Alan, "Bro, that's what we call 'sexy talk.' It's not real. For instance, I actually know DOZENS of words!" She giggled at that.

He had to laugh too. "Okay. Point taken."

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Suzanne was gratified that she'd already cleaned herself, just in case Alan wanted to do something to her ass. She gave up trying to resist her nympho teenage competitor. She heaved a sigh somewhere between contentment and frustration, then resumed sucking Alan's big cock. Whenever she had it completely filling her mouth, with her tongue dancing on his sweet spot, she found her frustrations rapidly melting away.

Though she didn't realize it, she had become more and more like Susan, in that cocksucking increasingly filled her with contentment and banished all her worries. Cocksucking Alan usually kept her right at the edge of a massive orgasm, and not even Suzanne could think very clearly in that state.

Alan hoped that Katherine would resume sharing his erection with Suzanne so he could have another dual blowjob, like the one that Susan and Amy had given him the night before, and also similar to how Katherine and Amy had shared him earlier. He was sure that his sister Kat and his Aunt Suzy would make a particularly devastating combination.

But Katherine was mindful that she was pushing her luck with Suzanne, so she tried to make it up to her by staying away from Alan's hard-on and giving Suzanne an excellent pussy-licking.

Alan didn't have too much to complain about either. Suzanne still gave the most talented blowjobs of anyone in the house, among an increasingly tough field of competitors. If nothing else, her exceedingly long, agile tongue gave her an edge.

Katherine eventually couldn't resist the temptation to get more involved. As Suzanne sped up, her mouth flying up and down Alan's erection like some pumping machine spinning out of control, Katherine rammed two of her fingers into Suzanne's pussy while reaching around to tweak Suzanne's nipples.

Suzanne made some muffled noises which might have been words, but she was too far into the blowjob to stop and speak intelligibly.

When Katherine could sense things were getting close, she exclaimed, "Oh no! Is that the doorbell? That must be Brenda! What if she walks in and sees us like this? I'm sure she'll want to join in!"

Alan hadn't heard any doorbell. He glanced at his sister and saw a naughty twinkle in her eye, so he figured she was making that up. But still, the idea was so arousing that it pushed him even closer to the edge. However, it was Suzanne's speedy, talented lips that finally tipped him over.

Oh God! Aunt Suzy's whole head is a like a blur! Why is she bobbing so fast?! How can I resist?! Too much stimulation! Arrrgh!

As Alan started to unload a healthy stream of cum into Suzanne's mouth, Katherine pulled on Suzanne's nipple so hard that it seemed as if she was trying to pull it off altogether.

Suzanne let out a very loud cry of exultation as she came hard, just as Alan showered the back of her mouth with his seed. But she quickly pulled off, so he could blast most of his load all over her face. The resulting mess which ensued almost made all three lovers burst out in laughter and delight.

After they'd all climaxed, Suzanne sighed contentedly. Aaaaah. Now that's what it's all about. To think that some women don't like cocksucking. What utter fuckheads! Idiots! It's the greatest sensual pleasure in the world - short of having him fucking my other holes, of course. And with Angel on my ass, I'm just one player short of my ultimate orgy fantasy. Susan's coming along so nicely, but I still can't rush things.

She turned to Katherine and said with an amused grin, "You are a very naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?"

Katherine smiled in return. "The question is, what AREN'T you going to do with me? Us fuck toys aim to please." She kissed her brother on the lips.

Then Suzanne said to her, "Can I finally be alone with this fuck monster, please? I think Sweetie has something on his mind that he wants to talk over with me. Not only that, but Brenda will be here shortly, so you should get yourself ready."

Katherine playfully pouted, "Aaaah. So you don't think she's already here?"

Suzanne replied, "That did give me a scare, that's for sure! I thought my heart was going to thump out of my chest for a few seconds there. You really are a dangerous, uppity one."

Katherine giggled with delight. "Guilty as charged! Do you want me to lick your face clean?"

Suzanne swept a finger across one of her cummy cheeks, then licked it. "I would, but we don't have time for that. Sweetie and I have things that need to be discussed before Brenda gets here, and she really could be here any minute. But here's a sample to fend you off." She made an even bigger sweep across her other cheek and then fed it to Katherine.

"Mmmm! Yum!" After Katherine savored his cum, she stood up and blew Alan a kiss. "Big Man-muscle Brother, see you downstairs in a bit." She didn't even bother to put her few straps of clothing back on before going into the hallway; she just carried the outfit with her.

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