6 Times a Day

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Susan had purposely dressed in a bland manner to see what Alan would do about it. She was angling to get spanked. She came downstairs wearing a loose gray sweater, an ordinary dress, and beat-up sneakers.

To her secret delight, even though Katherine was sitting right there eating some oatmeal, Alan said, "Mom, you disappoint me. Don't you want to help with some visual stimulation?"

"Yes, normally, but I assume you're not going to need to get hard again before school." She was prodding him to be more aggressive.

"You can't assume that."

"Well, I'll remember that for next time."

"Mom, I want you to put on something sexy this morning. Not just tomorrow."

"Oh dear. That sounds like an order. Is that an order?"

He was puzzled by her behavior, given what had happened the morning before. "No. Not an order. A strong suggestion."

"Well, you're going to have to do better than that." She thought, Order me around! Suggesting is for wimps!

Alan, though, held a deep mental resistance to ordering his mother around. He felt that it wasn't a respectful thing to do, and he wanted to always respect her. All he could say was, "Please. I'd really appreciate it."

"Okay. Tomorrow I'll wear something really nice." She still was goading him on, as if she were trying to train him to be more aggressive.

"MooooOOOOoooom! Today is a Tuesday. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

She thought, Grrr! He's really hitting below the belt. How am I supposed to resist that? But she just said vaguely, "It means everything to me, dear. Tuesdays are very special. Don't you agree?"

"Then can't you change?"

Katherine finally butted in. "Mom, Brother wants you to go change right now and that's an order. Geez!"

Susan immediately stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and hurried towards the stairs. "If you insist, Angel." She wanted Alan to see how compliant she could be if only he were firmer with her. She went back to her bedroom and changed into a sexy nightie and grabbed her red high heels.

As soon as she left, Katherine complained to him, "I probably shouldn't be helping you out, but man up! She wants you to be more bossy with her. Can't you see that?"

"I can, most of the time, but it's ingrained in me not to treat a woman like that. Especially her. I mean, she's our mom! She's the one who orders us around!"

Katherine gave him an exasperated look and went back to eating her fruit bowl.

Coming back downstairs, Susan felt even more ashamed than she usually did in such situations, because her two children were already dressed for school. Her appearance in a see-through nightie really seemed out-of-place.

Alan said, "Wow, Mom, you look great!"

She wanted to show off for him. In fact, she'd delayed putting her high heels on so she could bend over and show off her ass right in front of him. But her embarrassment was too strong at the moment for something like that. Holding her heels behind her back, she tried to hurry right past where they sat in the dining room and make a bee-line to the kitchen.

However, before she could get past, Katherine said, "Hey, Mom, not so fast. Aren't you going to present yourself for inspection?"

Susan stopped before she reached the kitchen counter, but kept her back turned to her children. "Inspection? I don't know anything about an inspection."

"Sure, Mom," Katherine said. "We have to see if that outfit is Alan-worthy."

Susan slowly turned her head around while trying to keep her pussy and tits from being seen. "Alan-worthy?"

"Yeah. Does it make him hard? Brother's totally flaccid right now, so this is a perfect time for such a test." She reached over to where her brother was sitting and started to unzip his shorts.

He noted, "Um, Sis, there's a good reason why I'm flaccid. My dick is feeling overtaxed. Almost numb, in fact. Cumming again right now would not be a good idea."

"Who said anything about cumming? Let's just see if we can get your little soldier to salute. Mom, stand right there and we'll check out how your outfit rates on the ol' stiff-o-meter."

So Susan stood in front of her children, blushing and looking aside in mortal shame. She was so nervous that she kept shifting her feet back and forth, causing her tits to wobble, while also drawing more attention to her long legs. "Angel, please! Can I go now?"

Katherine looked at her brother's dick. "Wait a sec... Nope. Still no response."

"Oh my goodness."

Katherine finally noticed that Susan's feet were bare. "Hey! What's up with your feet? I thought you said you were going to put on some high heels. You know how Bro loves 'em."

Susan looked down with heavy guilt. "I know. I love 'em too. I feel naked without them. Well, not 'naked' naked, you know. In fact, I usually am naked when I'm wearing them. I feel like... naked in a bad way, if you know what I mean. But I'm holding them here in my hands."

Katherine said with exasperation, "Well, put them on already!"

Susan looked to Alan. She had hoped he would be the one to give her such an order.

He nodded.

That was good enough for her. She bent over and made a big show of putting on her heels. She wiggled her ass in a most enticing manner, directly aiming it at her son's crotch.

When she finally stood back up, she was sure his dick would be as stiff as a steel rod. But it was only at half-mast, at best. Katherine was doing her best stroking it, but it was sadly bent forward like a banana.

What Susan didn't know (and Katherine only suspected) was that Alan was deliberately forcing himself not to get fully hard, in hopes it would drive his mother to redouble her effort.

Katherine complained as she stroked, "Come on, Mom. It's not working. You've gotta do better than that."

The busty mother was exasperated. "Oh, poo! Please! I have to cook. I don't have time for this Mickey Mouse."

Katherine frowned. "You're right. This thing is dead as a doornail. Looks like we're going to have to go for the nuclear option." In fact, his dick was still semi-hard, but by his recent standards that wasn't much at all.

She leaned forward and whispered in her brother's ear, but loud enough so that her mother could just hear, "Brother, see that dark brown furry patch between Mom's legs? How would you like some of that?"

Without thinking, Susan spread her legs a little bit, drawing even more attention to her pussy.

He protested, "Sis, I don't-"

But Katherine ignored him and continued, "There's a real tight, hot hole right there. How would you like to slide your big pole right into her swampy wetness and take her - make her your total slut? You know she wants it. She's already addicted to your cock, so why not plow her like she needs to be plowed? Just look at her! Look how wet she's getting! Her cunt's getting all lubed up in preparation for swallowing up your hot-"

Susan cried out, "Angel! NO! We can't talk about that. You're breaking the rules!" But even as she protested, her body was sending out other signals. She'd been fidgety before, but now she was panting and moving jerkily while her blush spread down to her chest.

Katherine looked down at her brother's crotch. "Oh! Goody! Houston, we have lift-off. I knew that would work." She didn't need to look to see his erect state, since her fingers had never stopped stroking him, and she could definitely feel how stiff he was.

Alan was frustrated. His plans to get Susan to break new barriers by playing hard-to-get-stiff had been foiled by Katherine's sexy talk. But between his sister's handjob and his mother standing there in her see-through nightie, he knew there was no way he could will himself back to flaccidness.

Susan looked at her son's instant erection and sighed. "Angel, you're incorrigible. That was so improper. You can't talk like that! I do NOT need to "get plowed." I'm doing okay unplowed, thank you very much. And where did you get the idea that I'm addicted to his cock?"

Katherine replied, "Mom, I was mostly just saying sexy things to get him going. But come on. Are you saying you're NOT addicted?"

Susan blushed. "This conversation is over!" She stomped out to the kitchen trying to look mad.

But that was just a show. She'd previously opened the mental door to thinking about getting fucked by Alan. In fact, she'd come awfully close to actually getting fucked by him at the Halloween party, and then again not long after that party when Alan sat on her lap. She'd been trying to close that door ever since, but Katherine's comments had kicked it open even wider.

As Susan cooked breakfast, she was on edge, in deep mental turmoil. The fact that Katherine was lightly stroking Alan's erection from time to time, not to make him cum but just to keep it "hard and happy," only frustrated Susan even more.

She considered ordering Alan to put his erection in his pants, if only so she could cool down before doing something rash. But she decided that since it was a Tuesday, she didn't want to be so discouraging. She wanted Tuesdays to be as special for him as they were becoming for her. However, she made a note to chastise her daughter later.

As she stood there cooking, her pussy was growing wetter and wetter. That made her think about how the wetness was lubrication to help a dick slide into her pussy, and that thought just caused her to get even wetter still. She still hadn't gotten the taste of his sweet cum out of her mouth, and that fanned the flames of her lust. When those would fade somewhat, she'd tilt her head downward and inhale the smell of his cum from her cleavage, because her skin smelled cummy there too. The constant taste and smell of his seed caused her repeatedly to nearly drop to her knees in orgasmic abandon.

As she tried to cook, she thought, No way am I addicted to his cock! Besides, so what if I am? She says that like it's a BAD thing. When he whips out that long snake, how am I supposed to resist?! Be reasonable, Angel! I'm letting you help out largely because I know that once you've got a taste, resistance is useless! Mmmm! That's such a hot thought! My daughter and I are two big-titted "babes" growing increasingly addicted to his powerful cock!

The whole time she cooked breakfast, her juices continued to roll down her legs and drip onto the floor. She loved it, even though it distressed her that Katherine might see her wetness too. My virile, well-hung son keeps me in a state of perpetual wetness and arousal, ready to swallow his cock at a moment's notice. It just seems so right! It must be part of God's mysterious plan.

Alan ate quickly so he'd have time for more hanky-panky before having to leave for school.

His sister saw what he was doing, so ate quickly as well.

When he finished eating, he asked, "Hey Mom, can I have some more pineapple juice?"

"Sure, Son."

As Susan prepared the glass of juice, he asked, "By the way, what's with all the pineapple juice lately? Not to mention fresh pineapples too. Was there a sale at the health food store or something?"

Susan blushed. The real reason was that she'd read that pineapples and some other fruits could help improve the taste of Alan's already delicious cum, but there was no way she was going to admit to that. She muttered, "Um, it's, uh... I heard it's very good for you." She figured that had to be true, at least technically; she just wasn't specifying in what way.

As soon as she brought the glass of juice to the table and put it down, Alan said, "Stop!" Then he commanded in a firm tone of voice, "Get on your knees in front of me."

Susan was still blushing, and her embarrassment only grew. "Son, I can't. I promised myself I wouldn't do that this morning. At least, not with Angel here."

He responded, "Don't worry, Mom. I'm not asking you to do THAT. Besides, I don't want you all the way down to my crotch; just sit up on your knees so we can be face to face while I sit here."

"Oh. Okay." In truth, she was rather disappointed because being forced to suck him off sounded tremendously exciting. She got on her knees between his legs.

As soon as she did so, he reached out and pulled her nightie down off her shoulders so that it slid down to her hips. While it was still sliding, he firmly raised her newly-bared breasts with both hands.

She squealed, "Wh-wh-what are you doing?! You know that's against the rules!"

"Well, kind of, sometimes. But remember what you said earlier this morning. This is an exact quote: 'I think this is one of those special occasions where you could play with my titties to your heart's content, and make me scream your name in ecstasy.' And then I said I was gonna take full advantage of that. Now I am." As he spoke, he started to knead her tit-flesh, causing her huge orbs to respond to his motion.

Susan whined unhappily, but she made no move to stop him. She complained, "Oh dear! I did say that, didn't I?" She wasn't completely sure, because so many wonderfully exciting things had happened already that day, but she had a vague memory that he was correct.

Katherine had been sitting back in her chair, waiting to see what would happen. Once she realized what Alan was doing and that Susan wasn't going to resist, she squealed with glee. Then she sat up in her chair, reached out, and resumed stroking Alan's boner.

Susan said to Alan in a huffy tone, "I bet you think you're pretty smart, don't you? Having your busty mother kneel here so you can play with her 38G breasts to your heart's desire while your similarly-stacked sister strokes your big fat cock! I bet you think that's pretty hot, and makes you pretty special!"

He replied smugly, "Yep! You have no idea. The only way it would be any better was if Sis was blowing me."

Katherine giggled with glee. "I can do that!" She immediately bent over, engulfed his cockhead, and started bobbing.

Susan stared, incredulous. Her mouth opened and closed like a floundering fish as she reached for what to say. Finally she complained, "Katherine, you stop that this instant!" She also brought her hands to her chest in a rather halfhearted effort to block her son's groping. Somehow, she wound up pinching her own nipples, since his hands were busy caressing the sensitive undersides of her breasts.

Alan was so turned on by all this that his lust was taking over. He said, "Mom, I think you need to stop telling Sis what to do and pin your arms behind your back."

"I will do no such thing!" the horny mother hotly complained. But even as she said that, her arms went behind her back as if of their own accord. That caused her tits to thrust out even further.

She stared down at her own chest and then at Katherine's bobbing head. Dear Lord! This is outrageous! But Tiger's fingers feel so good! And now he's starting to play with my nipples! No! Not that! I'll get too horny! Just look at Angel go. Seeing her gobble all that thick cock makes me hungry. I must be drooling. If only that were me!

It was all too much for the bombshell mother. She felt so giddy and light-headed that the room seemed to spin. In what seemed like a last-ditch effort to somehow bring things under control, she complained, "Do you realize how totally humiliating this is?"

Her son simply replied, "I do," and kept on tugging and twisting her nipples, knowing just how much that stimulated her.

Her comment backfired, because it only served to fire her lust even more. She squealed, "Dear God! Please help me! Tiger, this is too wanton and debauched! It's like my tits are here just for your personal amusement, like I'm... I'm... a kind of sex toy. You're turning me into some kind of tit slave!"

The term "tit slave" was one she'd recently been using to herself in her hottest fantasies and daydreams, but it was something she'd never before said out loud, not even to Suzanne. Saying that to her son hit her like a Mack truck. It gave her such a rush that she had a powerful climax, even though she wasn't touching her pussy. However, the way Alan continued to play with her heaving tits and nipples certainly helped push her over the edge.

She closed her eyes tightly, bent forward, and screamed without restraint.

Alan was tempted to cum too, especially since Katherine had sped up her bobbing upon seeing and hearing Susan cum.

Katherine was sucking him hard and fast with as much suction as she could manage. But he held on, sensing that if he came again, his penis would end up in pain. Sitting through a full day of classes with an aching penis was not his idea of fun.

It was a very close call, but he somehow made it through. Katherine sensed the magic moment had passed, so she slowed down. In fact, she stopped her bobbing altogether and focused on teasing his sweet spot with her tongue for a while.