6 Times a Day

Suzanne smiled in approval. "Good. I've got an idea. We were talking about innocuous things. That's the safe strategy, and there's nothing wrong with that. But if you really want to make an impression, remember all the things I've been telling you about Brenda in the last hour. Personal things, intimate things that she won't know you know. For instance, the fact that she's submissive, and the ramifications of that. But also, the problems with her marriage, her frustration at the lack of good sex - or really any kind of sex, her turning to porn and dildos to compensate, and so on."

He nodded again, then took another sip of wine.

"Now, keeping all that in mind, think how brilliant you would come off if you could make it seem that you came up with those insights about her after just observing her and talking with her for only a short while. For instance, you could get to talking about her divorce - she's not keeping that a secret at all - and make astute comments based on things you know that most people don't. From there, you could get to talking about her sexual frustration, and so on. If you do it right, she'll think you're looking straight into her soul and she has no defense against you! She'll be so impressed that her desire for you will skyrocket!"

He frowned. "I don't know. That sounds good, if slightly unethical, but I suppose the gloves are off, given what's at stake with the incest secret and all."

"That's right," Suzanne encouraged.

"The problem is, that sounds good in theory, but it's really hard to do in practice. For instance, what if I'm too 'astute?' Won't she figure out that I must have been tipped off by you or somebody else?"

"That is a danger, but I have great confidence in you. That's why we need to practice. So let's try it again. But don't rush into that kind of thing; work your way up to it."

"Got it."

Suzanne took a few steps away, turned around, and pretended to come at him anew. But then she looked at Susan still jacking him off, and frowned. "Susan, I hate to say this, but I don't think you're being arousing enough."

"I'm not?!" Susan felt extremely aroused herself, and felt she was doing a good job stroking him.

"No. We really want him distracted. Very, very distracted. I think you're going to have to take your clothes off. All of them."

"All of them?!" Susan let go of her son's boner and defensively covered her chest.

"Yes. Except for your high heels."

"But how will that help? He can't really see me if I'm kneeling at his side."

"True. But he can see some of you. Besides, it's psychological. He'll know you're naked and that'll give what you're doing a little extra oomph. More importantly, you'll be highly aware of your nudity and you be that much more inspired."

"Oh, poo!" Susan was disappointed, but she couldn't deny to herself that she would be even more aroused like that.

Susan again jacked him off, this time while butt naked.

Suzanne again took a few steps away, again turned around, and again pretended to come at him anew. Then she resumed chatting with Alan.

He was more into role-play mode this time, and he did a better job, even with the idle chatter. He also grew more accustomed to his mother's handjob. After about five minutes, he managed to deftly switch the conversation to Brenda's divorce, and then tried to use his extra knowledge to his advantage. However, the discussion eventually petered out and Suzanne called for a break again.

Alan immediately asked, "How was that? Better?"

"Yes, actually," Suzanne replied. "Once again, you rose to the occasion. But you can do better still. The discussion was much improved, but you still have trouble coming across as confident and cocky. Let's work on that."

Susan was still giving Alan a handjob, and her lust and enthusiasm had been steadily rising. But her worries were growing too. "Suzanne, how long is this going to go on anyway? I do have set reservations at the restaurant. I only came home to dress up and cook dinner for my children before rushing out the door again. Besides, from the side here I can only use one hand, and it's getting tired."

Suzanne said, "Don't worry. Angel's dinner is taken care of already, as you know. As for Sweetie here, after you go I can fix him something. This is top priority. But I do admit time is running short. Also, he isn't anywhere NEAR the edge of orgasm. We need to up the stakes. I'm afraid you're going to have to blow him. And properly: naked and from the front."

"Awww. Do I have to?" Actually, now that she'd gotten horny from the handjob, her objection was feeble at best. She liked jacking Alan off a great deal, but she positively loved sucking him. And if she could do it while kneeling in nothing but high heels, she was usually over the moon.

Suzanne stated simply, "You do. Sorry."

"What about my vow not to do that until Ron is gone?"

"The spirit of that can remain, but we have to make a special exception. Remember what Sweetie said about how the gloves have to come off, given what's at stake."

"Oh, poo!" But Susan couldn't stop smiling. She even called time out so she could run to her room and fetch a pair of high heels to put on.

Once she was back with the heels on her feet, Suzanne advised her, "Remember, don't hold back. No strategic breaks this time. If you think he's about to cum, keep going! Our goal is to make him as distracted as humanly possible."

"Right!" Susan relished that challenge. She licked her lips as she imagined guzzling his cum down her throat.

Alan had to laugh when he heard the loud "MMMM!" that occurred when Susan engulfed his cockhead with her mouth. Man! Feels great! But how crazy is this?! First, Aunt Suzy all but orders me to seduce Brenda, of all people. Now she's got Mom bobbing on me while we practice the seduction. What's next? I can't even imagine!

The role-play resumed shortly thereafter. To an outsider, it would have looked comically odd to see a well-dressed man talking to a well-dressed woman with wine glasses in their hands while a totally naked woman bobbed on or licked the man's erection. But once the conversation started, neither Alan nor Suzanne thought much about Susan being there.

However, Alan's pleasure was so intense that every now and then he would look down to see what was causing it, and feel a tremendous jolt of excitement to rediscover his mother down there. It was a thrill that never got old.

The role-play went on even longer this time before Suzanne called for the next break. It was obvious to all that Alan was becoming more comfortable in his role the more he practiced it.

Susan's oral talents were starting to get to him though, especially since she kept right on, going through the break again. The absurdity of the situation pushed Susan's submissive buttons in a big way. As she twisted her head for her favorite corkscrew move, she thought, Sorry, Ron! I'm probably going to be late for our dinner, but something has come up, and it's my son's fat cock! I didn't mean for this to happen, but he's simply too insatiable. Just yesterday, Suzanne called me his "personal cocksucker" for the first time. I was outraged. But already, it feels like it's an established fact.

Ron, just look at me! Could things get any MORE humiliating? I know it's wrong; a good Christian wife doesn't behave like this. But I can't help it! Tiger's cock is too thick and too delicious! Mmmm! The way he stretches my lips wide makes my naughty places all tingly. It feels like this is exactly where I belong. I feel bad, because I know that all through our dinner and after, this is all I'll be thinking about. I'm sorry but I can't kiss you. My mouth belongs to my son now!

Mmmm, Tiger, how do you like that, when I flick the tip of my tongue against your sweet spot while my lips vibrate and hum? Or how 'bout THIS move?

Suzanne could sense that Alan was getting close to the edge. It wasn't hard to miss, because he was panting so much that he was having trouble talking. So for the next role-play, she took the lead in the conversation. She also ditched the wine glasses, so their hands were freed. This time, she subtly steered the discussion first to Brenda's divorce, but quickly past that to Brenda's sexual frustrations and even on to the subject of her submissive nature. The discussion got very sexual, very fast.

Alan didn't fully realize what was happening, because he was facing a serious struggle just trying to talk and listen at all, given all the intensely pleasurable things Susan's mouth was doing to him.

As usual, Suzanne had been acting as if Susan didn't exist. But then she looked down and pretended to be surprised to see Susan there, even while she continued to pretend to be Brenda. "Alan, what kind of man are you? What does it mean when you're talking to me and you have a naked woman giving you a blowjob at the same time?! I should be outraged!"

He was baffled. He was so far gone into his erotic ecstasy that he was having trouble separating the role-play from reality. He could only lamely ask, "Um, are you?"

"YES! But at the same time, I have to admit that it's pretty damn hot! Especially because she's your mother! OH MY GOD!" She put her hand on Susan's head and tilted it slightly, to better see her face. "She's your MOTHER! Susan!"

Susan didn't stop her bobbing. In fact, the increased humiliation inspired her to bob faster and with even greater suction.

Suzanne kept her hand on Susan's head. "Alan, you're exactly the kind of man I'm looking for!"

"I... I am?!" His eyes practically rolled up into his head from Susan's renewed assault.

"Yes, you are! I need a real man, a strong man, a dominant man who takes what he wants! Obviously, you noticed that your mother is a total fox, and you decided to make her one of your personal sluts. I respect that."

"You do?!" He was rhythmically squeezing his PC muscle for all he was worth.

Suzanne drew close and wrapped an arm around his back. She made sure to press her massive melons against his chest. She had to be careful to approach from an angle, due to Susan kneeling right there. Her voice became extra husky and sultry. "I do. I've been looking for a man like you for a long time, a man who's not afraid to take control. Do you think you have what it takes to control me, and do to me exactly what you did to your mother?" She took one of his hands and brought it to her ass. She made sure he had a firm grip on her ass cheek through her thin dress.

He was surging with lust, which made his confidence surge too. He proclaimed, "Um, yeah! I do!"

"Tell me more!" She pulled her dress down below her big tits, and made sure he got a good view of them bouncing without restraint.

With his free hand he boldly grabbed one of her breasts and caressed it from below. "You see what Mom is doing to me?"

"Yeah?"

He was flying high with extreme arousal, but he somehow managed to speak between heavy gasps. "That's what you'll be doing next! In fact, you'll be doing it together a lot! Taking turns sucking my cock as two of my big-titted sluts!"

Suzanne was really hamming up her Brenda role. "Oh, Alan! You're so manly! How can I resist you? Kiss me!"

That ended the conversation, because Suzanne planted her lips on his while he was still gasping for breath.

Susan was listening carefully, loving every single word. In fact, the other two had to speak up just to hear each other over all of her constant "mmmm"-ing and moaning, not to mention her lewd slurping. She was inspired to go all out to get him to cum, even while she used one hand to finger her pussy to orgasm.

When her big "O" hit her, shortly after Alan and Suzanne started to neck, Alan could feel it by the way her lips hummed and even trembled around his shaft in a very delightful way. Knowing that she was cumming, on top of everything else that was happening, was the final straw. He started to cum too.

Suzanne didn't let up with the kissing one iota, even though his need for oxygen was getting serious. As a result, he had no control over what was happening. He was hanging on for dear life when an intense wave of erotic euphoria washed over him like a tsunami.

Luckily, Susan took immediate control of his cock, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Motor control was difficult for her, given the way she was being rocked by her own orgasm, but she managed to pull his cockhead out of her mouth after a second or two, enabling her to paint her own face from mere inches away.

And with her mouth freed, she screamed for joy, expressing her total exultation without restraint.

As his orgasm started to fade, even as hers kept going, she adjusted her aim lower in order to paint her cleavage a little too. But by then he didn't have much left to squirt. However, it was the idea that was important. Knowing that she was going to meet Ron soon, she wanted her son to mark her face and tits first.

A minute later all three of them were sitting on the floor, resting and recovering. Suzanne was the least affected, so she kept Alan from collapsing completely by holding him in her warm embrace.

Finally Susan spoke up. "I vote for that last role-play. That was the best one by far!"

Suzanne laughed. "You would. Unfortunately, that one doesn't count. I went way off script, because I could tell Sweetie was about to cum and I wanted to have some fun with it. Brenda has the hots for him, but she's not going to be THAT easy."

"Oh, darn," Susan pouted.

Realizing the time, Susan forced herself to get up. She knew that she could still meet Ron at the restaurant in time, but only if she hurried. She didn't even have time to lick Alan's dick and balls clean.

As Susan bent over to pick up her clothes, Suzanne asked her, "So, are you still disappointed that I made you help out?"

Susan muttered, "Don't humiliate me by making me answer. You know what I'd say. But now I really have to go. We'll talk later. I love you both!" She'd acted fast, racing out the door with her clothes in her hands (and cum still all over her face).

Alan rested in Suzanne's arms a little longer.

After a while he asked her, "So, what's the plan now?"

"I say we cook your dinner. Then I've gotta pop over to my house and cook and eat dinner there. I'll make it fast. By the time I get back, you'll be done, and then we can role-play some more."

"Okay, but how can we continue without Mom?"

"Oh, we didn't really need her. I suppose it did help some, but I included her in this mostly as part of my ongoing campaign to break down her sexual barriers." What she didn't tell him was that she'd especially wanted something sexual to happen to Susan just before her date with Ron, so his mother would be thinking about Alan all through the date instead.

Alan was surprised. "Oh, man! Remind me to never oppose you on anything. You're so devious and unstoppable that it's scary."

"Maybe so. But remember that I'm in your corner. Which means there's no way you can be intimidated by Brenda. You see what I mean when I say she stands no chance of resisting you?"

"Hell, yeah! Wow, that's actually true. Amaaazing!"