6 Times a Day

Alan walked upstairs, thinking, FINALLY! As Mel Brooks said in that "History of the World" movie of his, "It's good to be the king." Geez. Xania's right: this house is developing a little culture of its own, like a separate society. We're developing so many rituals and traditions that it's hard to cross the house without kissing three people and fucking two more. Not that I'm really complaining, when they all look so delicious.

Speaking of tasty treats, let's see how Brenda's doing.

He looked in the bathroom for Brenda, but couldn't find her there. His own room was dark, but when he turned on the overhead light he found Brenda kneeling on his floor. She had been in the room for a while, so she had to briefly close her eyes until they adjusted to the bright light.

Brenda was taking Suzanne's advice that partly clothed was sexier than completely naked, and also Suzanne's additional advice to keep her long nipples bared at all times. The only thing she wore was one of his dress shirts strategically unbuttoned so her mammoth tits aggressively announced their nakedness, completely exposed but with the shirt straining around them on all sides.

Alan was already erect and aroused, since his boner had been in his mother's mouth only a minute or two earlier, but he was impressed and inspired just the same. Wow! That look reminds me of Mom's great cutout T-shirt, except that Brenda almost makes Mom appear flat-chested in comparison. Well, not exactly, but almost. He chuckled to himself.

Brenda slowly adjusted to the bright light. A big smile crossed her face as she realized Alan was standing there. She'd been dazed and groggy, not to mention more than a little bit icky, but the shower had done her a world of good. She looked fresh as a daisy, sparkling clean, and very expectant. The idea of getting fucked really inspired and energized her.

He said, "Hey, Brenda. You look great!"

"Thanks." She felt a jolt of pleasure run down her spine, because any compliment by her master was a big thrill. She looked up and down his naked body, and felt an even bigger jolt as she saw that his penis was not only jutting out stiffly, but it was drenched in cum and the saliva of other women. She replied, "You don't look half-bad yourself!"

She brought her hands to her face in what seemed like a bashful move. But in fact she knew that raising her arms was a sexy gesture that would draw even more attention to her fantastic breasts. She ran her hands all over her face. Aaaaah. My face is silky smooth and clean now, but how long before it's splattered and soaked with his cum? I can't wait! But getting fucked will be even better than THAT!

He asked, "So, are you ready to do this?"

She responded by simply smiling at him, trying to convey all her desire for him. Then she spread her legs extremely wide in invitation. Her pussy was red and engorged from being stimulated so much all evening long. But it was surprisingly free of sex juices, for once, since she'd just come out of the shower a couple of minutes earlier.

His thoughts drifted back to Brenda's comment made earlier in the evening: "I know my place, and it's on the floor or bed with my legs spread for Alan."

She was obviously recalling the same comment as she thought, I DO know my place, and it's right here! Wow! This is really going to happen!

She tested her feelings. Hrm. Curious. I feel surprisingly calm, considering that this is going to be one of the most pivotal events of my life. This is what I was made for, to serve as a vessel for my master's pleasure. Once he takes possession of my cunt then I'll truly be owned by my lord and master, even if he doesn't fully realize it yet. My two marriages were nothing compared to this!

Her feelings were not conflicted at all, though her heart raced fast from sheer excitement. She'd had so many orgasms over the course of the evening that it had more or less wiped out all of her worries and nervousness. She had unfailing faith in Alan, and she truly felt that when she was in his hands, nothing could go wrong. She continued to smile at him, trying to convey just how strongly she desired him.

He smiled back at her, and thought, I've never had anyone speak to me so clearly without actually speaking. Cool. She's really into me. But what makes her this way? I know she had some kind of weird lust thing going on with her own mother, and she's drawn to the whole incest idea, big time. Now she wants her son. Meanwhile, I want my mother, and can barely wait another two days to finally fuck her. That gives me an idea that'll make this an extra fun fuck for both of us.

He said, "Just a second. I'm going to come in again." He walked out of the room and then turned around and walked right back in it. Shutting the door behind him, he yelled as if to another room, "Hi Mom! I'm home!"

Brenda was puzzled and asked aloud, "'Mom?'"

He turned towards the voice, and pretended to just notice Brenda for the first time. He said with apparent great surprise, "Mom! What are you doing there? And why are you kneeling half-naked on my floor? In my own bedroom!"

Brenda was unused to the whole role-play idea, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

So he repeated, "Hey Mom! Brenda Plummer! What's wrong with you?"

The combination of her first name and his last name caused the idea of her as his mother to finally click. A big smile came across her face. Fuck YEAH! She broke into goose bumps all over. If she had any doubts that this would be the greatest sex of her life, they were immediately banished.

She nearly jumped up for joy, but then she remembered her role as an embarrassed intruder. However she was in an improbable position in the role-play, and asked herself why she would be half-naked in her son's room. She came up blank and just asked him, "What am I doing here? Dressed like this?!"

He said with a straight face, "You're probably just airing out your boobs."

She giggled. "Oh yeah. They need a lot of airing out." She lifted them up and then let them drop and jiggle, as if that would help "air" them.

She giggled some more, utterly euphoric. She looked down at her lower body. "And my pussy's getting aired out too. That's why my legs are opened wide in a very unladylike fashion." She giggled even more.

He couldn't help but laugh too.

Then she looked up at him and asked, "But why are you naked too?"

"Mom, it's my room. I thought I had some privacy. Geez. I happen to be airing out my dick." He suddenly pretended shock. "Oh no! You're looking at my pecker. How embarrassing!" He put both his hands over his jutting erection and tried to pretend shame, but purposely didn't do that good of a job. He kept it pinned against him up towards his belly button, making sure that his hands didn't cover very much of it.

She picked up on his supposed embarrassment, and tried to imitate it. "Now you're looking at me! Don't look at your mother that way." She made the motions of covering up her tits and pussy, and she did cover her pussy and nipples. But for Brenda, mere arms and hands had no chance to cover up much of her tits, even if she wanted to - there was simply far too much flesh to cover.

He walked forward, eager to speed things up so they could soon get to actual fucking. "Oh my God, Mom, you've been masturbating in my room. Again! I keep coming home and finding you in here, and then my room smells funny afterwards. But this is the first time I caught you red-handed in the act. What on Earth are you doing?"

She was still getting up to speed on the role-play, but she gamely came back with, "Um, okay, you caught me. I have to admit I was masturbating. Even a mother has sexual needs!"

"But why here? In MY room?" He now sat on the floor next to her. He reached out and held her hands as if consolingly, but that left no hands for either of them to cover up.

His hard-on sprang out invitingly towards her again, and her long nipples reached back towards him. Her excitement was growing and her chest was heaving.

She dropped her head in shame, enjoying the role-play more and more with each passing second. "Son, you've discovered my horrible secret. I do it here because of the fact that it is your room. Do I need to make it any clearer?"

"Mom! What are you talking about? Do you mean that you have feelings for me? THAT type of feeling?"

She nodded. Her supposed shame was undercut by a big smile on her face, but that was okay because this was a very playful role-play.

He still convincingly pretended some shock. "What were you thinking, Mom? Were you hoping I'd come in and find you?"

She nodded again, trying to act shy.

"Did you expect me to do something like, oh, I don't know, cup one of your outrageously huge boobs? My own mother?" He bent down and cupped her left tit as he said that. He could scarcely believe how hefty and sizable her breasts felt. Even though he'd touched them a good deal already, there were some things one just could never get used to.

She nodded again as her grin grew.

He briefly looked down at her pussy and noticed it was starting to leak. "Mother, you must know that I'm drawn to your huge knockers. Who wouldn't be?"

He grabbed her other tit, then began lifting and lowering them together as he spoke. "But what may surprise you is that I also have a big thing for cunts, especially leaky ones like yours. I have a confession, too. I've been sneaking into your room and stealing your panties. I love to smell your musky scent. Is that wrong?"

She whispered breathlessly, "I think it is!" She was getting into the role-play in a big way. "It's... very improper!"

He snickered at her use of Susan's catch phrase. He forced himself to play things straight some more. "But that's not all. Then I take them back here and jack off into them. You know what jacking off means, don't you? It's like this."

He briefly removed one of his hands from her tits and guided her dainty hand to his erection.

She naturally began stroking it, and he returned to groping her huge tits. She thought, Good God! Susan is so right! Master is just unstoppable! With this little incest game of his, how could I possibly hope to resist?! And I get to pretend I'm Susan, the luckiest woman on Earth. That makes everything ten times better!