6 Times a Day



Indeed, Suzanne and Amy had arranged a special plan with Susan and Katherine to make the evening memorable, and a dramatic entrance was a big part of it. They'd hoped the serious talk would only delay their plans, not scuttle them altogether.

Suzanne and Amy disappeared into the lower bathroom, still wearing their overcoats.

Then Susan made sure that Alan was standing in the dining room as Suzanne and Amy came through the front entryway area together. She gently positioned him to stand right where the dining room opened into the living room, so he could look through the house almost to the front entryway foyer.

Suzanne came into Alan's view first, leaving her overcoat behind. (Amy knew to hang back and not compete with her mother.) Suzanne was so stunning that she took everyone's breath away. Because of her pale skin she usually avoided wearing white, but tonight she flaunted her ivory tone and wore a pure white gown with long white gloves and even completely white high heels. She truly looked like an elegant, blindingly bright angel except for her dark reddish-brown hair, which stood out like a shimmering halo of fire around her face.

She wore especially dark and glossy red lipstick, and for some moments Alan was transfixed by the sight of those luscious lips, and her sparkling emerald eyes.

But then his eyes dropped lower. Her gown was made of carefully arranged folds of cloth and it covered most of her except for her breasts, which only had one strip running up the middle of each, pulling tight over her extremely prominent and aroused nipples. It looked like almost any movement could cause her breasts to swing free, and of course that was how she had intended it to be.

She hammed it up as she sashayed ever so slowly across the room to the dining room table. She vamped with exaggerated moves, as if she was a movie star walking down a red carpet with dozens of paparazzi snapping her pictures. She'd stop every step or two and throw up her arms to strike another cheesecake pose. Such behavior came naturally to her, as if she was born to be a star.

Not for the first time, Alan was struck by how much she was like the cartoon character Jessica Rabbit come to life. He whistled appreciatively, and felt his penis growing. Hubba hubba! I never thought I'd say that for real, but seriously, hubba hubba! I'm soooo not worthy. God DAMN!

There was a slit on one side of Suzanne's dress that ran far up her thigh. As she got nearer to the table she strategically stepped in such a way as to bring her dark bush into view every so often.

Alan knew at that moment that it was a very good idea indeed to not have Suzanne shave her pussy - the dark brown pubic hair looked incredibly tempting against her pale skin.

Susan stood behind Alan, but reached a hand around him and thrust it down into his shorts. As she started stroking his rapidly rising dick, she purred in his ear, "Look at your mother, Son, your second mother. She's a blinding vision of beauty, isn't she? Just think: you're gonna be tapping her tonight. You're going to fuck your mother! She's dressed up so elegantly in the hopes that you'll want to bone her. Imagine how good it'll feel as you slide your hot pole into her even hotter mommy muffin. Would you like that? Hmmm?"

Finished with her description, she sensuously licked his ear as she continued to stroke him.

His heart was beating like a drum, and his entire body was buzzing with arousal. When Susan said "You're going to fuck your mother," he first thought that she was referring to herself. He thought it was very clever the way she said that, comingling his lust for both his mothers.

Then it was Amy's turn.

Amy waited until Suzanne looked her way and gave a little cough, which was a prearranged signal that it was her time to shine. She stepped forward into the room. However, she didn't try to follow her mother's swishy style, and just walked along like she always did, though she was more bashful and nervous than usual. She felt slightly silly being so dressed up. She desperately wanted Alan to find her in the same league as her shockingly gorgeous mother.

As soon as she came into sight, Alan exclaimed, "WOW! Amy! You look fantastic!"

An uncertain smile crossed her face. "Really?"

"Of course, really! I'm speechless!"

She smiled widely, making her appear twice as attractive as she already was. She looked so lovable beaming with joy that Alan wanted to simply hug and kiss her until the end of time. She walked the rest of the way to the dinner table with a bounce in her step.

As she got closer, Alan took a better look. She was dressed in a bright red dress (an easy choice, since everyone knew red was his favorite color). The knee-length dress had slits up to the tops of her hips, plus it was open down the front nearly to the top of where her bush would have been. It was somehow daringly revealing, yet also very formal and regal. Further, she was fully decked out with perfume, ruby red lipstick, rouge, and so forth. Suzanne wore nice, fancy clothes and make up all the time. But since Amy dressed so casually (when she was wearing clothes at all, an increasingly rare event at the Plummer house) and never wore make up, Alan couldn't remember seeing her look anything like this. He was impressed.

Susan still had her hand stroking away in Alan's shorts, and she leaned back to his ear to whisper something sexy to him about Amy.

But Katherine was standing on his other side, and said to Susan, "Mom, can I do this one?"

"Sure, my love."

Katherine molded herself to Alan's body on the side not already occupied by Susan. She reached down into his shorts. She found her mother's hand busy there already, but that didn't slow her down. She took control of his most sensitive spots near his cockhead while Susan pulled his shorts down to his thighs and began working on his balls instead.

Katherine had heard every word Susan had told Alan, and tried to come up with her own similar message. She cooed right into his ear while Susan still sensuously licked his other ear, "Brother, take a look at your sister. Your second sister. Mommies are hot, but sisters are hot too. Amy's body is in her prime! Her brother-fucking, baby making prime! Just like her mother, she's dressed up like that so she can get fucked! By you! Before the night is out, you're gonna be drilling her cunt, I know it! All you have to do is flip up that dress. You know there's no panties, just hot, wet CUNT, needing your fertile sperm!"

Now, both Suzanne and Amy stood in front of the other three. Their eyes were going back and forth between his face and his exposed erection and balls and the hands working on it. It seemed as if they were expecting something.

Alan didn't know what he was expected to do, but he figured compliments could only help. So he said, "Aunt Suzy, Mother, I've honestly never seen you look so ravishing. And Amy, Sister, you look just as good. I hardly recognize you, all decked out like that! I'm speechless! You two look like the kind of Bond girls that Agent 007 would meet in a Monte Carlo casino."

Suzanne said wryly, "You know, those Bond girls always end up flat on their backs getting to know his secret weapon, if you know what I mean."

Katherine giggled and added, "He leaves them shaken AND stirred."

Susan sighed happily. "'Stirred.' Angel, I love that word. It makes me think about our master stirring our honey pots with his big stick and a lot of hip action."

All four women stared at him hungrily. It looked like an orgy was about to break out at any moment.

He coughed and asked, '"Um, what's the occasion for the fantastic outfits?"

Suzanne struck another pose, holding up her mane of dark red hair with a hand, and said in a Zsa Zsa Gabor-styled voice while she held a devastating "come hither and fuck me" gaze, "Daalink, you just had dinner. We're your dessert."

Alan was blown away by that. He didn't know what to say. Not to mention the fact that both Katherine and Susan were stroking his rod in perfect rhythm with each other. With so much of his blood now in his lower head, his upper head couldn't think clearly.

Like a Vanna White-styled presenter cum maitre'd, Katherine swept her free arm in the general direction of Amy and Suzanne, and then said to Alan in a snobby French accent, "Le Chateau Plummer" - she made it sound like "plume-mare" - "has two dessert items on the menu for monsieur this evening." With a great bow, and then a sweep of her arm from Suzanne's head to her legs, she said, "May I present, Pussy à la Suzanne."

Suzanne walked forward and dramatically rested one of her feet on the kitchen counter, causing her gown to ride up and exposing her pussy just a foot or two from Alan's face. Her boobs were so precariously covered by her gown that they naturally swung free, just as she'd planned.

Katherine and Susan suddenly let go of his rigid erection and stood back.

It was obvious to Alan that he was meant to go forward and inspect his "dessert option." With his dick and balls still hanging out, he stopped forward and then leaned forward a bit more. He sniffed at her crotch and then joked, "Mmmm. Fine vintage. Lovely aroma. A bit bold and fruity... Full bodied, definitely... Robust. Ripe... Tart! She's definitely a tart. A most succulent and feisty red."

Suzanne playfully reached back and slapped him on the head, but she loved the attention.

Amy, knowing that she could expect to get the same treatment Suzanne was getting when her turn came around, suggested, "You know, Brother, you can't really inspect the merchandise without handling it first."

Alan grinned. "Good point." He reached out with both hands to grasp Suzanne's dangling breasts. That allowed his erection to rest along her ass crack.

Suzanne had to stifle a scream. Oh God! I'm a goner! He's practically dry humping me already!

He turned to Katherine. "Very tempting. Very tempting indeed. But you said there were two options?"

"Oui." Katherine stepped back into the light and in fact walked right up to Alan until she stood just behind his shoulder. She reached between his legs and briefly fondled his balls, since she couldn't easily reach his boner the way it was pinned against (and even in) Suzanne's ass crack. "May I present the other selection for sir? Anus à l'Amy." Her French accent made it sound like "A-noose." Her hands swept dramatically all over and around Amy as Amy stepped forward, slightly nervous.

Amy didn't have the natural elegance that Suzanne did, and didn't know what to do with herself in such a situation. So she just got down on all fours, making sure to let her gown slide down her back and completely off, ending on the floor. Then she backed up towards Alan and worked her way between his legs until her ass was practically up against his dick. Now Amy was directly underneath Suzanne, but a couple of feet below her.

Alan laughed at the differing styles, but it was a kind and delighted laugh. He said to Katherine, but mostly to encourage Amy, "Mmmm! Would you look at this? What is this? The world's finest, sweetest peach?" He lightly stroked the globes of her ass that were being presented to him.

Katherine leaned forward over him, dangling her ample but covered tits in his face. "Non, monsieur. That is Anus à l'Amy. I have eaten it many times myself and I can vouch it is a most exquisite delicacy." She couldn't resist the sight of Alan's erection, still wedged in Suzanne's ass crack. She reached out and lightly stroked it, pushing it deeper between Suzanne's butt cheeks.

Alan didn't mind that extra attention, but his focus was still on Amy. He stepped back to give himself better access to Amy, then leaned forward while grabbing Suzanne's waist for balance and ostentatiously sniffed his girlfriend's ass crack. That forced him to pull away from Suzanne a bit, but Katherine kept stroking him all the while.

Amy could tell what he was doing, and protested, "Aaaalan! That's gross!"

He replied, "It would be, except that you've obviously cleaned it and bathed it in oils. I swear, it DOES smell exquisite!"

He turned back to Susan. He was surprised to see her just sitting on one of the stools near the counter, lightly playing with her nipples through her clothes. He asked, "Hey Mom, don't you want to get in on the fun?"

"I do. God knows I do. But I had so much fun last night that it's only fair I step back for a while. Besides, I'm totally getting off on watching you dominate the rest of your family."

Alan grinned. "Is it 'so hot'?"

She grinned widely. "It's definitely 'so hot.'"

"Mom, come on. At least let me see your luscious body."

Susan smiled from ear to ear. "Well, if you insist." She had remained fully dressed so far, probably as part of a prearranged plan so the attention wouldn't fall on her. But she unzipped her dress and let it fall down to her waist. Then she resumed playing with her nipples with both hands while her son continued to watch.

Alan could have watched all day, but Suzanne was still bent over and he had a hand on her ass, Katherine was busy stroking his shaft, and Amy was on all fours right below him. He looked back and forth between the two Pestridge women, and asked Susan, "Boy, what should I choose, Mommy? Both selections seem so tempting." He fingered Amy's ass crack with his right hand and fingered Suzanne's pussy with his left.

Susan just smiled widely, glad that he was happy and that his dick was being stroked. "It's your choice, Son. Both of these dishes are yours now and forever, yours to do whatever you like with, day or night!" She was panting hard, since the situation obviously excited her greatly.

But then she joked, "You know, there are some other house specialties not on the menu, such as Twat à la Susan."

That got a frustrated groan from the other three women. They were still a bit miffed at how she'd monopolized him the night before.

"I'm just kidding," Susan protested, pretending like she didn't mean it.

However, as he continued to fondle her, he asked the others, "Seriously, I love this, but just what's the occasion?"

Suzanne answered while nearly frantic with desire, "It's been THREE days since you fucking nailed my cunt! Er, I mean, our cunts. And I'm loving the finger bang, but if you don't follow up with some serious dicking, there's gonna be hell to pay! I'm gonna go frickin' INSANE, for starters!"

Susan chuckled at that, and then replied, "What Suzanne is trying to say is that your women are especially horny. But don't look upon tonight as special. This is the new normal. From now on, this is how it's going to be. Every night, even. You're the man of the house and the master of the harem."

Alan muttered, "Jesus! What did I do to deserve this? The four most beautiful women in the world, all mine!"

Katherine was under orders not to go too far, but she liked that compliment so much that her handjob quickly turned into a blowjob.

Susan smiled benignly as she watched her daughter's lips sliding up and down just past Alan's bulbous cockhead. But she said more seriously, "So what'll you eat? I think we have a lot of anxious people here."

Amy and Suzanne both redoubled their efforts to pose for him. Amy crawled a little bit away from him (knowing that he had a thing for seeing females crawl), then wiggled her naked ass as dramatically as she could.

Suzanne meanwhile also pulled back and stood up so he could admire her as a complete package. She ran her hands all over herself, causing her loose gown to fall down even more. She made sure that all her privates were exposed.

Alan looked back and forth between Amy's ass and Suzanne's pussy, and thought, How did it come to this, that all these women, these "perfect ten" bombshell women, will go to such great lengths to arouse me? I don't know the answer, but I love it! And the way Sis is focusing her tongue right on Alan Junior's most sensitive spot - priceless! Gaawwwd, and her lips! Her relentlessly sliding lips! No one can resist these sexy vixens!

He pondered with a hand on his chin, and then said, "Boy. Both desserts look very tempting. They're definitely dishes, that's for sure. You know what? I'm trying to watch my weight, but I think I'm just going to have to have both. I think I'll start with the Anus à la Amy, since I've never had that one before."

Amy suddenly stood up and clapped. "Woo-hoo! Goody!" She turned around and gave Alan a big hug and kiss. "Excellent choice!" She giggled at that.

Katherine had to step back and pull her mouth off Alan's erection to make way for the hug.

The hug was so intimate that Amy ended up with her legs wrapped around his torso. That caused his erection to be pointed directly at her wet pussy while she half-stood over his lap to hug him.

Suzanne looked chagrined, but she grabbed Alan's suddenly available shaft and gave it a playful, tight, squeeze while she rubbed its tip against her daughter's exposed pussy lips. "That's okay. I figured you were going to say that. But save a piece of Alan Junior for me, okay?"

Alan leaned forward and kissed her on the stomach. "Definitely. I'll let him baste in cum sauce for a while." It went without saying that he would choose both women, as everyone knew it was essentially his duty to hammer them both until they drowned in his cum to make up for their having gone the weekend without him.

Suzanne remained standing over Alan for some long moments, smiling lovingly at him.

Finally, Amy said, "Mother? Your hand?"

"What? Oh. Right." Suzanne's playful squeeze had turned into a full on jacking off without her even consciously intending it. But even after Amy's reminder she couldn't bear to let go.

Susan snickered, because she'd been there before.

Suzanne only disengaged when she had no choice, once Alan stood up. All this sex in front of others was certainly fun, but he wanted an intimate one-on-one experience with Amy right now.

He and Amy walked hand in hand out of the dining room through the living room to the stairs. They turned back a couple of times and waved.

Amy said to him, "Gosh, Beau! This is so exciting! I feel like we're leaving a wedding reception! Oooh! My ass is all tingly!"