6 Times a Day

Alan walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Despite not having had a climax with Suzanne, he'd nonetheless shared a very emotionally exhausting experience, so he was looking forward to doing something mellow like watching TV. It seemed his plans to watch the rest of the Chargers game were doomed for the night. He'd been taping some episodes of the British sci-fi comedy 'Red Dwarf', and everyone had gotten into the show's wacky humor. He anticipated sitting down to watch a couple of episodes of that, expecting to be joined by the others. As it was already about 9:30 p.m., he figured when they were done with that the others would leave and his mother would give him a very intense "goodnight kiss" and blowjob.

But he was mistaken. Suzanne might have been deeply satisfied after her "mother of all climaxes," but Katherine and Susan were still sexually all worked up and raring to go.

As Susan had noted, Amy was there too. She gave Alan an endearingly cute little wave hello, which he returned with a smile. She wasn't particularly chomping at the bit at that moment, but she always seemed up for whatever the others wanted to do.

They all moved into the living room where Alan attempted to explain his "Red Dwarf" viewing plan.

Katherine spoke up. "That sounds fine, but before we watch that, now that you're here, I think it's time for us to welcome Amy into our home, since we haven't done that yet, what with the racket you were making upstairs and all."

Alan was confused about what this welcoming might entail, since Amy was like family already, but Katherine stood up and demonstrated her meaning. To everyone's surprise, including Amy's, she embraced Amy and then gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

The kiss went on and on, with lots of tongue. When it was over, Katherine explained to Amy, "We have a new greeting custom around here. My mom has finally caught on to the California custom of women kissing each other on the lips. So now we're all doing it. Do you want to join us?"

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Katherine had presumed Amy's agreement, which is why Amy wasn't asked until after the kiss was over.

Then Katherine said to her mother, "Since I've greeted Amy, now it's your turn."

Susan sat silently. She was tense from a couple of hours of not being able to jack off or suck off her son. In fact, she'd been spacing out while imagining what it would be like to take part in a sixty-nine with Alan, thanks to Katherine's description of the act upstairs. She'd been so deep into that fantasy that she'd almost overlooked the kiss between Katherine and Amy.

But even as she fantasized about more cocksucking, kissing Amy was an entirely different matter. She told herself, I have to keep my eyes on the prize. Today is Tuesday, and all I want is to get back to my favorite position, with my head bobbing between my son's thighs. Anything else is an unnecessary distraction, and unseemly. So she said in a distracted voice, "No thanks. You go ahead."

Her daughter goaded her, "Come on, Mom; aren't you going to greet Amy already?"

Susan obviously had no plans to move from her seat. "Really, I shouldn't. She's just a young girl. She's so innocent. It's terribly improper!" She truly thought that kissing Amy would be going too far, though she didn't have as strong an objection to doing such things with Amy as Amy's mother Suzanne had.

"Awww, come on," prodded Katherine. "Chiiiickeeen! Bauwk, bauwk, bauwk! Chicken!" She clucked and flapped her arms like a chicken.

Suzanne was noticeably silent, resigning herself to the situation. She was only paying half attention, because she was still focused on her failure to get fucked, and her greater failure to control her desires in general. Her top priority at that moment was figuring out a time when she could be alone with Alan without being disturbed, but she doubted that could happen any time that night, since it was a Tuesday and Katherine, Susan, and now Amy were all around.

Alan smiled at his sister's "chicken" antics, but thought it would be diplomatic to stay clear of participating in the clucking. He did add though, "Come on, Mom. If you don't, you'll hurt Amy's feelings. She's always feeling left out. She's growing up now and should be treated like the rest of us, like an adult and not a baby. It's okay."

That persuaded Susan to go ahead with the kiss, though she remained very reluctant. She stood and said, "Very well."

The others, even Suzanne, watched closely as Amy and Susan drew their bodies into each other. Susan didn't want to get too erotic, but her tongue seemingly had a mind of its own as it played with Amy's tongue deep inside her mouth.

Susan disengaged after only half a minute, even though it was obvious that Amy wanted the kiss to go on for much longer.

Amy managed to keep licking and making small kisses all over Susan's face for another minute or so before Susan pulled away completely.

Susan didn't exactly mind the extra attention, and she even found herself moaning in delight. She thought, I really need to get a hold of myself. I get so hot thinking about my tasty, spermy son that I'm doing all these crazy things with other women! People who didn't know any better might look in and think I'm some kind of lesbian, when nothing could be further from the truth! I need to be on my knees, serving my son's wonderful cock!

Susan found it hard to think as Amy kept on kissing and licking her. Mmmm... But I do have to admit Amy tastes pretty good... Uh, what I mean to say... I don't exactly mind the... uh... The way that she's uh...

Suzanne was conflicted as she watched the kiss. I guess it's good and natural that they kiss. After all, I want an open-ended orgy in this house, and I don't have a problem, in theory, with Amy being with anyone else here, except me of course. I keep saying I need to be a cool mom when it comes to my Honey Pie and her blossoming sexuality.

But to see this in reality... She's my little baby! My sweet Honey Pie! ... I have to accept that she's become a woman, and has womanly needs. Given that she has my genes, she probably has really great sexual needs. I suppose if I had to choose I couldn't think of a better guy for her than Sweetie, but he's supposed to be mainly MY guy now. I can't out-and-out say that though, since he doesn't know yet that I'm going to be his top woman.

Susan said to everyone as she flopped back on the sofa, "There! You happy? Now we can watch some TV."

"I am," said Katherine.

"Me too!" said a very bubbly Amy.

"But there's one thing we're still missing," Katherine added.

"What's that?" asked Suzanne curiously, even though she suspected a trap. Usually she thought of every angle but she knew this wasn't her best day for thinking. Is she going to ask Alan and Amy to kiss? ... Oh no. Is she going to ask ME to kiss my own daughter? No way. Ain't gonna happen. Even in an orgy tangle of bodies I'm not gonna so much as touch her. She's my real flesh and blood!

But Katherine had anticipated Suzanne's reluctance to kiss Amy and was thinking of something else. "Alan has an attention-getting sign for each of us now, except for Amy."

Amy looked clueless. "A sign?"

Katherine explained, "Yes. You see, we kind of have a new tradition around here. Since Alan is the man of the house now, we all have special ways for him to get our attention. That's very important for him, that he can get our attention when he needs it." She quickly detailed what everyone's signals were.

Amy clapped her hands in glee. "Oooh! Oooh! I definitely want my own signal too!"

"What'll it be, Big Brother?" asked Katherine. "You've already picked some good spots. But you don't want to repeat yourself." She pulled up her shorts, spread her legs and rubbed her bald pussy, to remind him of his signal with her. It was the first "indecent" exposure since Amy had arrived, but Amy didn't even blink an eye.

"Hmmm. That's true," he realized. "What if I kiss Amy on the lips, since everyone else here has? But since that's a bit tame compared with the other greetings, at the same time I can run my hands all over her body while the kiss lasts."

Suzanne in particular wasn't too happy about that, even though his idea was rather tame in comparison to other possibilities, but before she or anyone else could voice a dissent, Alan leaned in and physically demonstrated his idea.

He and Amy locked their lips and kissed intently and ravenously.

Amy was beside herself with joy at getting unexpectedly kissed by three of her favorite people, one after another.

As the necking went on, Alan stuck one hand under the band of Amy's shorts so he could rub her butt, while his other hand reached inside her shirt and groped at her boobs. Naturally, there was no underwear in the way for him to get past. As he cupped her heavy globes from below, he thought, I love how these are nice and big. Soft and squeezy! Very nice. I think she's a keeper!

Relying on Amy to keep himself from falling, he even shoved his knee between her legs and repeatedly pushed and ground one of his thighs up into her crotch.

As their kiss went on, he pulled her shorts down to her thighs, completely exposing her ass. The hand on her butt soon migrated around to her shaved pussy. He was aggressively fingering it by the time they ran out of breath, forcing their kiss to come to an end.

Alan looked around. He wondered if he'd gone too far. Amy had been standing there fully clothed one minute, and by the end of the kiss she was virtually naked and all but being fucked standing up. Her top was wide open and her shorts had slid down to her feet.

Katherine looked jealous while Suzanne was in denial.

"I don't know..." said Susan doubtfully. "That's like you're getting a three-in-one deal, or maybe even four-in-one, because of the kiss." She tried to be a responsible parent and put some brakes on his behavior, but she was all hot and wet from watching such a passionate kiss and grope.

Upset that she was wearing fairly unrevealing clothes, Susan pulled her shirt up to her shoulders to fully expose her huge rack. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits out, letting them sway forward enticingly. She thought to herself, Tiger, look over here. Not at Amy. Look at Mommy's tits. Don't you love them? Mommy's tits are bigger. They belong to you now!

She started pinching her sensitive nipples, not caring who else might look at her. She lost focus on the situation at hand as her mind drifted back to when he had earlier been sucking on her nipples. This is how my tits should always be: buck naked with my nipples erect and ready for fondling. By my son. Only by my son. Titfuck them, Tiger! Then suck all the milk gushing out of my nipples. Oh yes! Do it to me, my sweet baby! Milk Mommy's tits. They're so bursting with milk that they hurt.

She started singing "The Alan Song" in her head. ("I am Alan's whore / I'm going to suck him, more, more, more...")

A slightly more level-headed Suzanne said, "I agree with Susan. That goes too far." Suzanne still felt very protective when it came to Amy and sex.

She looked over at Susan and rolled her eyes, because Susan appeared to be zoned out, staring off into space. It looks like I won't be getting any more support from that direction. Sheesh. She's really crossed some kind of mental line today. I can't wait to find out what happened earlier in the afternoon and evening that made her like this.

Alan spoke up. "Well, I have an idea. But first, Amy, I have something important to ask you, so could you take the rest of your clothes off?"

"M'kay!" she said enthusiastically. She still had her shorts hanging around her feet and a loose shirt open down the front, but she took care of that in seconds. She didn't question the logic of why she had to be naked to hear and respond to something important.

Suzanne started to say, "Hey, wait a minute. What does that have to do-"

But Alan interrupted. "As I was going to say, would such a kiss be going too far if Amy was my official girlfriend?"