6 Times a Day

Iveyflame Special [ 7 / 15 ]

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Susan turned back around and moved to the stove to tend to the food. It wasn't actually burned, but it was a good excuse for her to get away. Her whole body was shaking with excitement and shame.

Suzanne was secretly amused. Partly it was the sight of her friend attempting to act serious even as she stood there while trying to cook in the nude.

Suzanne was also amused at her own chutzpah in stepping towards them and attempting to join in. Oops. I tried too much there. Maybe I'll have better luck next time. It was a bit bold to even interrupt their privacy, but it was worth it just to see the look on her face. I'm such a terribly naughty meanie these days, hee-hee-hee. I just have to keep it up, so that eventually Susan and I will be able to trade off stroking and sucking, and she won't even blink an eye about it.

Since Alan's erection was still hanging out of his pants, Suzanne took another step forward and held it in her hands. "Look at this, Susan. Our Sweetie here is still hard. Are you just going to ignore this and leave him suffering? Isn't this why he was getting your attention? Should I take over if you're too busy with the food?"

Susan turned around with another look of total shock and dismay. She'd expected that Alan would have tucked his hard-on away, but now she saw that Suzanne's hand was sliding up and down his slippery rod. "Let me take care of that!"

He spoke up. "That's okay, Aunt Suzy. Thanks for the offer, but Mom's right. It's time for dinner. Anyways, I've already cum eight times today and I could honestly use a break." Actually he hadn't meant to have things go this far - he'd originally rubbed his mother's ass just to allow Suzanne to leave unnoticed, which turned out to be a moot point, anyway.

Suzanne said as she kept on stroking, "Eight times?! Holy cow."

Susan turned around again to stare at Alan. She had to put a hand over her mouth to hide how widely it was hanging open in surprise.

He said, "I know. And the day's not even over."

"Wow. That's impressive." Suzanne was stalling for time with small talk while she kept stroking. But after nearly another minute of gently jacking him off, she looked up at an increasingly peeved Susan and forced herself to ask, "Are you sure I should stop, Sweetie?"

"He's sure!" Susan answered for him.

Alan agreed. "Yep. I'm sure."

"You positive? Because I would hate to leave you hanging. So to speak." Suzanne smiled now at her increasingly obvious attempt to draw things out even more, so she could continue to fondle and stroke his cock.

He smiled too. He thought, I know Mom's not pleased, but what was she thinking, just stopping right in the middle of something like that? Frankly, this feels far too good to give up. Is nine times today doable?!

After another long pause, he looked at Susan, who had now placed her hands defiantly on her hips, and said to Suzanne, "Well, if you insist, you can do that for another minute or two until dinner is on the table. But please make sure I don't cum again. I don't think my dick will be happy tomorrow if I do."

He cupped his hands and yelled loudly, "KATHERINE! COME! I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN! THERE'S SOMETHING HERE FOR YOU TO EAT!" Suzanne and Alan chuckled, but his strange wording flew over his mother's head.

Susan asked him plaintively, "Can I please put my clothes back on? I need the apron at least, for cooking the food."

"Well, okay. The apron."

Susan quickly picked up the apron and put it back on, fearing he might change his mind.

With that accomplished, she looked back at Suzanne and her stroking hand. "Now, Suzanne, Angel is going to be down here soon, and I really must insist that you..."

With perfect timing, Katherine came bounding into the room, looking fresh and dressed for dinner. It had taken less than a minute for her to get there. "Hey, everybody! What's up!" She was in a great mood after what she and Suzanne had done together.

Susan closed her eyes in frustration and muttered, "Oh no!" Then she forced herself to deal with it, opening her eyes and turning around from the stove to greet her daughter. She saw Suzanne still jacking off Alan's prick. That wasn't much of a surprise, but the fact that Suzanne was now topless certainly was. She'd been wearing her blouse not half a minute earlier (although it was wide open in front). "Suzanne!" she griped. "Your blouse. What happened to your blouse? I thought you were trying to keep it on, at least!"

As Katherine walked into the kitchen, she took stock of the situation, then quipped, "Hi Mom. It probably went the same way that all your clothes did."

Susan reached around and felt her ass. She remembered to her dismay that she was only wearing the apron, so her ass was still completely uncovered and now three people were staring at it. She quickly turned around, because her apron at least served to cover her pussy and, slightly, her nipples, although it left most of the rest of her big tits exposed. She complained, "Come on, people. Look at how we're dressed. Look at what Suzanne is doing to Tiger. We can't let this place descend into a house of debauchery and sin!"

The others all covertly made faces or rolled their eyes at that.

Suzanne answered, "Susan, you don't expect me to jack him off with all my clothes on, do you? That's so not-visually-stimulating for the poor guy." She got down on her knees and put her face close to Alan's cockhead. "And what about this guy down here. We have to think of his needs." She technically wasn't blowing him, but her mouth was so close to the tip of his dick that her every breath stimulated it even further.

Susan was now increasingly irked, both at herself and at everyone else. She felt like she'd been made a fool of. "Suzanne. Please! Don't you dare start sucking him! I'm trying to maintain some order around here. And there are more important things in the universe than stimulating him, believe it or not."

"Such as?" Katherine asked.

Susan was briefly stumped, but then said with irritation, "Eating dinner, for one! As a matter of fact, I'm putting my foot down. Please stop that right now! Alan, it's time for dinner. It's time to get seated at the dinner table. You too, Katherine."

Alan was greatly enjoying the whole situation. Getting blown or sucked had become such a common thing for him that he felt completely relaxed about it. He stood in a casual pose with his hands in his pockets while Suzanne had one leg snaked between his and her breasts pressed into his pants-covered thighs.

Suzanne was letting her tongue flick around his cockhead a little bit, but only when she was sure that Susan's view was obstructed.

Susan couldn't see that from where she was standing, because Suzanne carefully positioned her head and her wavy hair to block the view.

But Katherine could. Inspired, she said, "Well, I know one thing: I'm overdressed!" She started to remove her clothes, first taking off her blouse.

However, Susan pleaded, "Angel, please! I'm trying to maintain some decorum, but everything is getting out of hand! Can't you be good, for me?"

Katherine replied, "There are different ways to define good. Tell you what. I won't unbutton my blouse all the way. How's that?"

"I suppose that'll do. Remember we're about to have dinner."

Life was really good for Alan. It seemed that the only limit to his fun was how much his dick could take. At that point he was certainly testing the very limits of just how much stimulation one man could stand.

Suzanne's blouse hung wrapped around her stomach. She finally let go of Alan's rod and pulled her blouse back up, re-buttoning it, all in response to Susan's continued unhappy muttering. "Susan, you're miffed, I can tell. Sorry. I'm really not trying to be flippant, or undermine your authority here. It's just that, well, thinking about Sweetie's thick cock makes me want to do crazy things. Of course I want to tear off my clothes and suck him to completion. You can understand that, can't you?"

"I sure can!" Katherine giddily interrupted. "What did I miss here, by the way?" She grabbed some plates and silverware and started setting the dining room table.

"Oh, not much," said Susan, glum but a little bit mollified. "Just the usual. Too much talk about sexual things."

She turned to the now-standing Suzanne. Alan stood next to her, but he was finally putting his erection back in his pants. Watching it disappear felt like a tragedy in progress to Susan; it was all she could do not to dart over and stuff it in her mouth instead.

Thus she was very sincere when she said, "I understand where you're coming from, Suzanne. Boy, do I understand! I can't believe I let Tiger do that to my ass, but it just shows how I get carried away too."

"Do what?" Katherine asked.

"Never you mind," Susan said sternly. She continued to Suzanne, "Let's try to respect each other's wishes a bit more and be more discreet in helping him with his treatments, okay? The place for that is not in the middle of the kitchen with Angel and everybody walking around!"

Suzanne nodded. "Yes. Certainly. I'm sorry I interrupted you and then got carried away. And speaking of dinner, I really should be going. My husband and kids must be starving. If my husband knew what was keeping me, he might get a bit angry!" She snickered.

Suzanne held her hand next to her ear as if she was holding a cell phone, then pretended to speak into it, "Hello, Eric dear. I'll be over shortly; don't worry. I meant to have dinner started already but time flies when you're holding throbbing teenage cock in your hands."

She pretended to be listening to her husband's response, then said, "What? You disagree? Well, don't knock it till you try it. You've never felt tempted to rip your blouse open and rub your 38Gs all over Alan's chest while he floods your mouth with his sweet seed? No? Oh, I forgot, you don't have G-cups - more like C-cups."

The others laughed. Eric had gained enough weight in recent years to develop some "man boobs."

Then Suzanne added into her pretend phone, "Don't tell me you don't like the taste of his seed. After all, you've kissed me enough times just minutes after I've blown him."

This time, her comment was greeted with more shock than laughter. She had to point out, "Just kidding, folks, just kidding. Even Eric doesn't deserve that. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's forgotten what kissing is. I've gotta run. I'll see you later."

She rushed to the door and left. As intended, her pretend phone call had at least distracted Susan so that she no longer felt ashamed and irate. But the effect wasn't all good, because, instead, Susan and her children found themselves thinking of Ron and what might happen if he ever found out what was really happening in the Plummer household. That sobered them all, at least for a little while.