6 Times a Day

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Susan was chomping at the bit, particularly pained by the fact that Alan's boner was untended and out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on. "Okay, enough of that. House rules. Everybody back to their seats!"

Alan started to return to where he'd been sitting. But Brenda moaned needfully to him as he stood up, "Wait! Katherine said that you're not allowed to take your hands off my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!"

The remarkable thing was that Brenda had managed to be coherent enough to string those thoughts and words together. It showed just how badly she wanted that to happen.

Alan grinned. "Hmmm. That is true." He brought his hands back to her ass. But his definition of 'ass' was quite loose, so he grabbed the vibrator and helped slide it in and out of her pussy.

Unfortunately, his interpretation was to no avail. Suzanne said, "Kiddo, I can see what you're doing, and that's not part of her ass."

"Shoot." He figured he'd had enough fun with Brenda for the time being, so he stopped and went back to his seat.

It was probably just as well that Alan stopped, because Brenda collapsed on the nearby sofa as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around like she was having an epileptic seizure while she had yet another climax.

When it ended, she thought, Fuuuuuuuck! I don't care about anything else anymore. Something special has happened tonight. Forget trying to be normal. I can never go back to normal again! I love this. I love everything about these people and this house. I love... Alan! Okay, maybe it's just lust at this point, but I want him so bad that it hurts! DAMN!

Somehow, she recovered after a few minutes and even managed to sit up again at the table. It was all she could do to pick up her cards and look at them. The vibrator was still throbbing away deep inside, and that was a fact she couldn't forget for even a second.

Susan asked with a smirk, "Enjoying yourself, Brenda?"

Brenda laughed. "You could say that again! I don't know what it is, but I've never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it. Even last week's party pales in comparison, and I loved last week. I didn't think it was physically possible to feel so much pleasure! Phew!"

It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, so she went to retrieve her cards, which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just the calm before another vibrator-induced erotic storm, and that before long she'd be cumming and writhing at full intensity once more.

Suzanne won the next hand and Susan was the loser. Suzanne needed to order someone to do something, so she said, "Susan, you're not stimulating Alan at all! What's with you? I think you need to make it up to him by pleasuring his big cock with your breasts. Give him a titfuck." She wanted to reward Susan for doing a great job with her sashaying walk, but she wanted to keep Susan's mouth empty to let her continue to play the game. That seemed like a good solution.

In fact, Alan had deliberately sat beyond the range of his mother's hands after fingering Brenda's ass, hoping that his dick would have a few minutes to recover. It had, but not much.

Susan accepted the blame. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Tiger. Sorry, Suzanne. Son, let me make it up to you." She pressed her tits up and together, creating a tight line of cleavage. "Son... Tiger... Please... Please... fuck my boobs!"

Alan jumped up. "Sweet!" He wanted to say more, but then remembered his conclusion that saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe.

He watched Susan kneel in front of where he stood, bringing her sizable orbs to the same height as his erection. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes.

Brenda could scarcely believe her eyes. Jesus fucking Christ! That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen! Look at him towering over her, dominating her, and her kneeling in submission! That's how it should be. Born and bred, like she said earlier! Born and bred to serve her master! And not just her, but me too! All of us!

Brenda's own bare boobs began heaving wildly as she suddenly found herself short of breath once more. She held them firmly to restrain them, at first. But soon she found herself rubbing them together in imitation of what Susan was doing only a few feet away. Dammit! I don't care what it takes; I'm going to give myself fully to Alan, period! And once I do, he's going to fuck my tits just like that! A hell of a fucking lot!

Although Susan kept her tits pressed together and waited for Alan to fill her cleavage, she was nervous: "Mommy's afraid, Tiger. Please go easy on me."

"Afraid? Why?"

"My boobs are so sensitive all over. Not just the nipples, but every inch. When you touch them it drives me crazy! I get so horny I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. The more you demonstrate your sexual dominance over us all, the more they tingle all over. I'm afraid I'll end up like Brenda over there." She motioned towards Brenda with her eyes.

Alan followed her gaze, looking at Brenda.

Brenda somehow managed to sit at the table holding the cards in one hand, but she was obviously a total wreck. She was mauling her tits while keeping them pressed tightly together, and her eyes were glazed over as she stared at nothing. She appeared to be totally lost in some orgasmic nirvana.

"I'll be careful, Mom. If it gets to be too much, just say something." He cast a quick glance at his sister and added, "Say Uncle. The word is 'Uncle.' If it becomes too much, just say that." That was the obvious safe word he and his sister had already agreed upon between themselves.

"Yes, Tiger," Susan replied obediently as she positioned his long member in her sweaty cleavage.

He slid his dick through her generous orbs. There was no need to lubricate them because his erection was positively covered with the pre-cum he had been dribbling from the many long minutes earlier when he'd been stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn't be able to last very long, and he wanted to maintain his reputation with Brenda.

Brenda couldn't stop staring at the titfuck taking place right before her eyes. After she had seen his long cock completely disappear into Susan's deep tit-tunnel, she belatedly exclaimed, "Good God! You're going to fuck your mother's tits now?!" She was so dizzy with uncontrollable lust that she was swaying and tottering in her chair.

Susan began to slide her tits up and down around his glistening shaft. At the same time, she replied to Brenda, "Of course he will! Tiger's the man of the house around here. He does pretty much whatever he likes to any of us, at any time! For instance, this morning before school, Angel and I sucked his cock together!"

Brenda panted lustily as she vividly imagined that combination. "But that's, that's... that's obscene! You're his mother AND his sister!"

Katherine proudly added, "Yep! And this evening, Amy and I gave him another double blowjob. Our lips and tongues made love to his great cock for hours and hours! Well, it seemed that way, anyways." She giggled.

Susan looked up from the titfuck in surprise to say to the girls, "Did you? I didn't know that. Good show! Two tongues is definitely the way to go when it comes to keeping him happy!"

Brenda was rendered speechless. But she thought, Help me! Somebody, help me! This place is crazy! All these women do all day is service this boy's cock! Oh God! I want to say it's unfair, and wrong, but I can't. It's so... it's so... great! I love it! Oh no! Gonna cum again! Can't, can't take it anymore! My pussy hurts from too much cumming! Sure enough, she soon was lost in still another climax. She'd long lost count of how many she'd had this evening.

"Oh-ho-ho... Yeeaaaahhh..." Alan said as he pushed up into his mother's chest. She squeezed her tits even tighter around his throbbing tool. "Oh, so good, Mom!"

"Oh, honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You're fucking my tits! This feels so right! Titfucking is such a great joy. We need to do this a LOT more often. Your cock belongs here. Why haven't I been doing this more to you lately?!"

Alan stood before her, pistoning in and out between her mammoth mounds.

The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight. Even Suzanne forgot all about the poker game.

Brenda was obviously very fascinated by mother-son incest, and gave her full attention to the titfuck. She still couldn't get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things, and she was in a sex daze, so without thinking she stated the obvious: "Alan! She's your mother! You're fucking your mother's tits! Susan! That's your son! He's your son, for crying out loud! I can't believe what I'm seeing!"

She thought of her son Adrian, and suddenly she pictured her own son's stiff dick pistoning in her own cleavage. That idea was so arousing that she had to force herself to think of other things. She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than ever.

Brenda's periodic comments only spurred Alan's and Susan's passion. Things were going quite well, as Alan stroked and stroked her soft channel, until Susan said, "Son, do you like them? Are these your favorite tits?"

"I love them! Mom, they're the greatest! The best tits in the world! So big and so soft! Yes!"

This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Suzanne and Brenda.

However, in Brenda's case it actually increased her desire for Alan even more. The fact that a man actually preferred another pair of tits over her own completely staggered her. It meant that she'd have to try that much harder to impress him. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, "Fuck your mommy!"

She thought, Look at that! He's not paying any attention to me. And why should he? All the other women in this room could be in some glamour magazine, or a high-class porno movie, even. And Susan! Not only is she totally gorgeous, maybe even more beautiful than me, but she understands her place! She knows that her top priority is making the cock that's now sliding between her tits feel really good! Look at her go! Such gusto! Such passion! How can I compete with that, especially when she's also his MOTHER?!

Suzanne thought she'd been really clever to let Susan titfuck Alan, but now her jealousy was rising because Alan had just stated that he preferred Susan's breasts over her own. She couldn't stand to watch him fuck those very same "victorious" breasts. It really frosted her to know that Susan's breasts and her own were virtually identical in, except for the lighter color of her own skin. However Susan apparently did have greater tactile sensitivity.

To get this scene to end, Suzanne remembered the poker game, and announced, "We can't just sit here forever. Knowing Sweetie, we could be here for days before he cums. Can the two of you continue playing your cards while you're doing that?"

"Uh, I think so," Alan panted in reply. He didn't see the point.

But Susan was in no position to play cards. "No! No cards!" She panted even louder. "Holding tits! Must hold my tits up! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Tiger fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!"

Brenda still clutched her massive melons with both hands, squeezing them together. She slid them up and down in very close imitation of what Susan was doing, as if practicing for when Alan would be fucking her own tits in the near future. Alan's cock! His hot cock should be in MY cleavage! Oh, but if he did I would just DIE of too much joy!

Suzanne was unbothered by the others' passion, but she frowned at Susan taunting that her tits were the best. She suggested to Alan, "Can't you hold her tits in place?"

He pointed out, "But then I won't have my hands free to play cards."

Suzanne paused to collect herself, then said, "All right, then we'll play this next hand without Susan."

So the others all drew cards, but the game was barely staggering along. Amy had to snap her fingers right in front of Brenda's face a couple of times before Brenda more or less woke up out of her erotic fog. Even then, Brenda could barely take her eyes off the ongoing titfuck long enough to look at her cards. Suzanne had to put Alan's cards in his hands, since he wasn't even facing the table.

Not surprisingly, this time Alan did not win; he didn't even get a good look at his cards. Katherine won instead, and Brenda lost again.

Katherine wanted the titfuck to end, since she too was greatly annoyed by Alan's "best tits in the world" comment, and especially since the titfuck was occupying everyone's attention. Though she was jealous of Brenda, she knew that Brenda was the one person who could get Alan to stop his intense titfuck. She said, "Brenda, once you're at least semi-coherent, it's time that Alan manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples."

Brenda could hardly believe it. She still hadn't recovered from Alan's fondling of her ass, and watching the titfuck had her on the verge of continuing orgasms yet again. But she wanted more; she wanted it all. As she offered her giant tits to the lucky teenage boy, she cried out, "Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Alan! Do ME!"

The very thought of Alan manhandling her rack excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm. She screamed without restraint.

Alan disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Brenda and Katherine. In the thrill of the moment he'd completely forgotten his effort to play hard to get for Brenda. He said joyously, "Thank you, thank you. Thank you, Sis! I totally owe you one! I can't wait to get my hands on those humongous hooters again. Those massive mountains! God, they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen! Brenda, words can't even describe how incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now."

They weren't exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Brenda in seventh heaven just the same. (He could do no wrong, because she got aroused when he complimented her looks, yet was almost equally aroused when he ignored them.) She ran her fingers over her labia, around the big vibrator that was still pulsing in her gushing vagina, bringing herself to an even bigger cum. YES! He finally sees me! And he's gonna touch me! It's time my tits help serve his unstoppable cock!

Unfortunately, this was Alan's second faux pas of the evening. By calling Brenda's breasts the best, he managed to make everyone else upset with him and even more jealous of Brenda.

Katherine, as usual, felt especially jealous and possessive. She frowned intensely, again silently cursing Alan's ban on having sex with her in the house, and on her grounding by Susan that prevented him from banging her elsewhere. She felt that she was slipping more and more behind in the battle for his heart. She was so upset that she held her tongue, for fear of saying something that would make her fall even further behind. Instead, she gave Brenda the evil eye, but Brenda was so out of it and so intent on Alan that she didn't even notice.

However, Susan was even more peeved at Brenda than Katherine. She'd thought that she'd mostly mastered her jealous feelings, and that they had become good friends, thanks mostly to their frequent phone calls, but now her jealousy came rushing back to the fore. Who does this bimbo Brenda with her freak tits think she is, taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great mine are. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculously over-stuffed tit-woman!

The fact that Alan had stopped their titfuck to go play with Brenda's tits brought her anger to a new, higher level.

Since Alan was still in her grasp, Susan launched an all-out sex attack to make him forget completely about Brenda. She spun him around roughly, then took his erection deep in her mouth and sucked on it with unusual intensity and passion.

Brenda very nearly passed out in sheer lusty disbelief. She'd already heard dozens of blowjob stories from Susan. If there was one thing she wanted short of direct contact with Alan, it was to see in person Susan sucking off her son. She was genuinely dizzy and on the verge of fainting.

Susan acted quickly to go all out. She grabbed his balls with one hand and stuck a finger up his anus with the other, using her own pussy juices as lubrication. Since she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. She was absolutely determined to get him to cum before he could play with Brenda, so SHE would be the one to get his load. She knew that he was so worked up already that it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

She was right: all of her efforts, plus the thought of groping and kissing Brenda, caused him to lose control of his PC muscle before he could even leave her for Brenda to carry out the dare.

He grunted. "UGH! Gonna cum!" He was still struggling, but realized he was past the point of no return.

Brenda sensed that if he came, she wouldn't get to enjoy his hands on her chest. She wanted to be at least somewhat involved in his orgasm. So she moved with lightning speed, scooting forward and bending over so her huge rack was dangling within his easy reach.

He began spurting cum, but it only had a few inches to travel before hitting the back of Susan's throat. He was normally fairly quiet during sex, but this time his orgasm felt so good that he yelled out loudly and completely incoherently. "Arraauuuuuggghhhh!"

At the exact same time he started to shoot, he reached out and clutched Brenda's big tits with both hands. But he was so far gone in his orgasmic high that he held them more as support than anything, and accidentally squeezed them far too roughly.

Once again, luck was on his side. Normally Brenda would have slapped her husband if he'd squeezed her globes that harshly, but in her current condition she absolutely loved being mauled. It made her feel like a piece of meat, which in her current mindset seemed like a dream come true. She screamed even louder than ever before and simply came and came and came. Her entire body trembled and shook in one very prolonged orgasm.

Susan made a big production out of swallowing all of Alan's cum while the others watched.

Brenda loved the way that Alan had clutched her gigantic orbs, with his fingers digging in deeply, but at the same time she stared at what Susan was doing with undisguised longing. Look at her go! She's just guzzling and guzzling and guzzling! Oh my God! He must be pumping gallons of his seed down her throat! Gallons! What a boy! No, what a MAN! I wish I could be on my knees, serving him with my mouth! Susan, you lucky bitch! And you get to do this every day!

Susan looked up at Brenda as she continued to extract the last of his seed, using tremendous suction. She was pleased to see that now it was Brenda's turn to be flushed with jealousy. Ha! Take that! That's tit for tat, tit freak! Your tits may be bigger, but Tiger comes to MY chest for his favorite titfucks! And nobody sucks his cock with more love and care than I do. Nobody!

Everyone in the room had reached their own orgasmic crescendo when they saw Alan start to cum. Brenda was the one who screamed the loudest and the longest, but Suzanne, Katherine and Amy each furtively (or in some cases not so furtively) fingered themselves to satisfying climaxes. They were all salivating copiously as they imagined themselves in Susan's position.

Susan managed to join them, cumming long and hard, even though she hadn't touched her pussy. In this case it was the joy of her competitive success that set her off.

As a result, everyone needed to rest and recover afterwards.

However, Susan never really stopped her blowjob. As had become her habit, she got busy "cleaning" Alan after his climax ended.

Brenda practically felt like she'd been slain and was ready for the morgue, she was so wiped out from all her orgasms. But when she roused herself enough to look around a few minutes later, she saw Susan still lapping her tongue against Alan's penis while making a seemingly never-ending series of contented "mmmm" noises.

"Hey! What's going on?" she asked. "I can see that Alan's totally flaccid, so why is she still licking?"

Suzanne explained wearily, "Yeah, that's kind of a habit she's gotten herself into. She feels that her work isn't done with his climax. She thinks it's her duty to lick his penis and balls completely clean every time he cums. Personally, I find it a bit over the top. I mean, look: his balls didn't even get wet, but now she's basting them with her saliva. I think he was cleaner before, to be honest. But I guess it's the thought that counts, and it certainly looks like he's enjoying it."

Actually, Susan had explained that to Brenda before, and more than once, but Brenda was too out of it to remember. So she gushed, as if this was a new discovery, "I think it's wonderful!"

Good Lord! Even when he's flaccid, his mother is still totally dominated and controlled by his relentless snake. Look at the love and devotion on her face. She's not just cleaning his cock; she's paying tribute to it! She's thanking it! It's like she's saying, "Thank you, Son, thank you for letting me suck your cock!"

Holy hell! Holy fucking hell! These people... This place... This is what I want! This is what I NEED! I need to be dominated by that tremendous cock!

Eventually, maybe five minutes after Alan had climaxed and it had become clear that his dick wasn't going to recover anytime soon, Susan finally ended her "cleaning." With her son's cum still dribbling down her chin, she stood up and announced, "Okay kids, that's it. Party's over. It's time for everybody to go home."