6 Times a Day

Sorry for the Delay everyone, I was attending my Relatives Marriage Ceremony with my Family and Friends for a couple of days. Now I am Back and the Chapters will be posted as usual.

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Alan eagerly moved to the dining room table, leaving his robe behind.

In less than a minute, Katherine was back. She came strutting back into the room wearing four-inch red high heels, just like the kind Susan favored. She thought, Ha! I'm no dummy. The best way to suck cock is not just naked and kneeling; you gotta have the heels too!

As she walked in, she came to a halt, raised her arms above her head, and dramatically announced, "Who's ready to rock and roll?"

Alan playfully acted like an overeager student. He raised a hand and waved it around. "Oh, me, me, me! Over here!"

Katherine burst into giggles as she kept on strutting to her brother. All right! Now we're talking! I can see why Mom wears high heels all the time. I can feel my legs firmed and my ass lifted up. I feel so sexy, so eager to SUCK!

Mindful of Susan being so cool about things, she made sure to position herself and her brother so Susan would get a clear view. Then got on her knees between her brother's legs and resumed licking.

Alan thought, Boy, this is great! I don't even have to say or do anything. In fact, it's better that I don't, as usual. The two of them are so into cocksucking that it's brilliant!

With Katherine totally focused on her brother's cock, Susan knew it was up to her to revive the discussion. "Nice heels, Angel. Don't they put you in a good and sexy mood?"

"MMMM!" Katherine emphatically agreed while slurping all the way up the underside of her brother's hard-on.

Susan went on, "Anyway, it's not our place to say who he can or cannot fuck. If he wants to fuck Heather as much as he wants, that's his business. especially since she can help him at school."

Katherine griped while she slathered her brother's sweet spot with saliva, "But Mom! You don't know what she's like. She's nothing but trouble!"

Susan said proudly, "I'm sure that's true, in general. But Tiger has her half-way tamed already, from what I understand. Once she's fully tamed, she'll be a good, obedient little fuck toy for him to play with at school. He NEEDS that. Don't you, Tiger?"

He tried to dodge answering. "Um..."

Katherine complained more forcefully, while still lapping on and slurping up and down her brother's cock, She had a hand pumping on his shaft too. "Mom, that's not gonna happen! You don't know what she's like. She'll never-"

Susan cut her off. "Hush! I've made up my mind on this. Maybe things with her will peter out after he's fucked her half to death; maybe he'll turn her into his sex slave. That's not for us to decide. I know Tiger likes you 'uppity,' but there are limits, young lady. I don't want you meddling in this Heather matter, is that clear?"

"But-"

"I said, is that clear? And I don't want Amy or anyone else to meddle either. Understood?"

Katherine dropped her head, causing her to stop licking. She spoke glumly. "Yes, Mom."

She thought, There's no reasoning with her when it comes to things like this. I need to talk to Aunt Suzy instead. She shares my concern about Heather, and she gets things done with her rockin' schemes. Enough already with waiting for this "passing phase" with Heather to end. I've got a feeling that, if anything, the two of them are getting even more serious!

Feeling better about the situation, Katherine lifted her head and resumed slurping all over her brother's shaft. Then she decided she was probably done talking for a while, so she engulfed his cockhead and began a very vigorous bobbing, complete with busy tongue work.

Thinking the issue was resolved, Susan said, "Good." Just then, she heard the sound of her son gasping and wincing. That was followed by loud slurping noises, leaving her little doubt what Katherine was doing.

Susan looked to the dining room, and sure enough, Katherine's head was bobbing and sometimes twisting this way and that. She hungrily licked her lips. Oh God! So hot!

Look at her go! I'm so proud of my darling Angel. She's turning into such a good personal cocksucker! I can tell from his constant moans and happy smile that he loves what she's doing. When I first heard her calling herself his "number one fuck toy," I must admit that I scoffed. But she really takes being a fuck toy seriously.

I'm such a good mommy. That could be me right now, with my jaw stretched open as wide as it can get, stuffed to the gills with hot son-cock! But no. I'm sharing. Angel is such a wonderful daughter, she deserves a nice long cocksuck. Mmmm!

Susan turned away, because she worried that if she kept watching the sexy sight, she'd lose control and not be so selfless after all. She resumed talking, partly because she hoped her own voice would help block out the tempting sucking sounds. "Now, as for Brenda, she's a different case. I admitted to Tiger last night, and I'll freely admit to you now, that I get jealous about her absolutely gigantic breasts, not to mention her all-around fuckableness, if that's a word. But Tiger, clever boy that he is, made me promise to help ease her into our world, and I'm gonna sincerely try to do that. After all, as Suzanne constantly reminds me, she knows all our incest secrets so we pretty much have to. Besides, the more I get to know her, the more I like her. She has the kind of sexually submissive attitude we all should aspire to. Excepting you, of course, Son."

It was hard to argue with that logic, but Katherine wasn't happy about the whole Brenda situation. However, she kept quiet and concentrated on lapping all over his sweet spot while her lips slid up and down relentlessly and with great suction. She'd boasted to Alan about how eager she was to help share him with other beautiful girls, and if she was going to use up some of her "cool fuck-toy cred" to complain, she deemed it more important to complain about Christine and Heather.

Alan enjoyed the stealth sucking, but he was keen to push for more, and especially to get Susan more involved.

Just as Alan was on the verge of cumming, Susan announced, "Hey, kids, the pancakes are ready, along with the rest of breakfast."

After some more prodding, Alan and Katherine disengaged and moved to the dining room. Susan had laid out the chickpea pancakes on the table, together with salsa and slices of avocado and tomato. And since they wanted to eat the pancakes while they were hot, and Susan was sticking to her "no touching" rule, Alan ate without any penis tending. As a result, by the time breakfast was over, he'd had such a prolonged break that his dick was fully recovered. It even briefly went flaccid at times (until he looked up and saw his naked sister or his nearly naked mother).

He'd eaten as fast as he could to get more fun time before school. With his meal finished, he thought how best to enjoy all that time. Since his mother said she didn't want to touch him, he didn't want to trick her into violating that - that wasn't his way, to directly subvert her wishes. However, he thought it would be nice if Susan and Katherine could physically bond some more. He figured that could help Susan in her slide to further sexual debauchery.

Recalling their previous morning kiss to help him, he once again pretended that he was having trouble getting and staying erect. Even as Katherine finished her meal and resumed jacking him off, he thought of disgusting things to force himself to lose the erection.

The only problem was, between his sister's constant stroking, his mother's continued sexy contortions and wiggling in the kitchen, and the frequently arousing discussions about which girls at school he should have sex with, there was no way for him to lose his erection. Even thinking about two male sumo wrestlers trying to have sex with each other failed to have any effect on his dick.

So he decided to pretend. While Susan had her back turned, he said with feigned distress, "Oh no, Sis. Looks like I'm getting flaccid." He winked at Katherine and motioned at her towards Susan, then made silent kissy motions, so his sister got wise to his game.

Katherine had been about to resume sucking him, but instead she said, "Brother, what's going on? Arrrgh! So frustrating. I'm trying my best." She pretended to stroke his dick even more vigorously, but in fact it only looked that way from where Susan was, because her hand merely slid over open air around it. Katherine and Alan had the same goal in mind: a repetition of the sexual kissing between Katherine and Susan.

"Oh dear," said Susan when she noted Alan's predicament as she walked back over from the kitchen to collect the dishes (Katherine briefly reverted to really jacking him off while Susan was looking closely). "You've finished eating and you're losing it. You're not your usual erect self. Is there anything I can do to help?"

He suggested, "Well, you could take off your apron."

"Oh my. Hmmm. I suppose I have no choice." Her pretend reluctance fooled no one. Soon, not only was she stripped down to just her glasses and high heels, but she preened and posed in the sexiest manner possible.

All the while, she kept watching Katherine stroke Alan's boner. There was no denying the visual evidence that his erection was as stiff as ever, but he kept sighing and acting like there was a problem. Plus Katherine played along, acting frustrated.

Susan tried to step up her game. Already she'd been moaning so erotically that it sounded like she was working herself up to a big climax. Now, she bent over, clutched her hefty globes from below, and purred, "Angel, when am I going to get MY turn? That looks soooo yummy! After he paints your face, can he paint mine? MMMM! Tiger, please! Let me suck and stroke you just a little bit? Mmmm... Let your big-titted mommy show what she can do with her hungry, hungry lips and needy tongue..."

Alan thought, God DAMN! I'm not made of stone here. How can I not react to that?! If my friends only knew the kinds of things that happen to me in the mornings... No one would believe it! Somehow, he managed to frown and shake his head in disappointment.

Susan kept on showing off her perfect body at different angles and poses while saying sexy things, but seemingly to no effect. After a while, she asked, "Angel, dear, can't you try any harder?"

Katherine falsely complained. "I've been trying all my best stroking moves, but if I stop for even a second I can feel him going flaccid. It's just not happening like it should. And my mouth is all tired out from sucking him earlier."

Susan frowned. "What, from just a couple minutes, and before breakfast, no less? Angel, you have to do a lot better than that! And just when I was thinking that you were doing so well, too. Being one of his personal cocksuckers carries certain responsibilities, and probably the most important one is being able to orally demonstrate your love for very long periods of time!"

Katherine sighed, annoyed that her reputation was taking a minor hit in order to keep up the pretense. "I know. But sometimes I just get tired. I'm sure I'll be okay in a little while. Do you want to take over until then?"

A worried look crossed Susan's face, and she held her hands up defensively. "No! Please no! Don't tempt me like that!"

Katherine pretended disappointment, but she was secretly relieved that Susan hadn't called her bluff. Then she looked up into Alan's eyes and eagerly asked, "Big Thermos Bottle Brother, would it help if Mom and I kissed again, like we did the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah, that would be a big help, Sticky Little Sister," he replied, but even the idea of the kiss made it hard for him to keep up his flaccid pretense. He added, "But not a mere hello or goodbye kiss. We're talking a serious, long, super sexy naked-body-to-naked-body kiss. That's what it would take."

Luckily, Susan and Katherine already looked at each other hungrily, even though Susan also looked quite worried after hearing his description.

There were a lot of things Susan could have suggested to do first. For instance, she could have asked Katherine to see if a titfuck would be more effective. Or she could have tried a handjob, titfuck, or blowjob herself (although that would have violated her new "no touching" rule). Plus, she could have pointed out that Alan's dick was as stiff as it could get already, so there was no need to do anything special in the first place. But she didn't make any of these suggestions because she was very keen on being "forced" to do the kiss, even though she tried to maintain the thin pretense to herself and the others that she wasn't.

She said in a reluctant voice, "I suppose we'll have to do that then... But Angel, this is for Tiger's special problem this morning, so let's not make this a regular habit, okay?"

"Okay," replied Katherine, also knowing full well that when Susan said something like that it invariably meant a further slide down the slippery slope. But it was good to stay mum about such things.

Susan gulped, and thought, Here I go again! I was just saying to myself how I have no self-control, and now look at me. Why do I have the feeling we're going to be doing this every morning before long? This is why I need to see the psychologist, to retain some control over my own children. I'm completely nonfunctional except as a cocksucker and sex object. How will I survive in society without my husband's money, if I keep going like this?

But Susan was hot to trot. Not allowing herself to even touch her son's dick all morning, plus all the talking and posing, had put her in a desperate state.

She thought to herself as she contemplated the make out session, I'm too horny! I shouldn't be doing this when I'm so frustratingly close to climax. And I must admit that I'm getting even hotter thinking about kissing Angel again. What's worse is having to do it naked. But Tiger ordered me to be naked, so of course I have no choice.

The shameful thing is that I love it! I'm beginning to think like Amy; clothes are just so WRONG! Well, except for high heels of course. I'm so glad I'm wearing mine!

Maybe if I give Angel a really intense kiss and run my hands all over her sexy body, Tiger will see what a shameless slut I am. It's important that I disabuse him of his illusions about me. Then he'll know why I have to get help for my uncontrollable, sinful cravings. Maybe this psychologist will tell me that I'm a hopeless case and that there's no recourse for me but to be a naked cum-guzzling slut for my son, forever and ever! We have to get over his aversion to the word "slut," because we're all his happy sluts! First, I'll give him a slutty striptease performance. He seemed to really enjoy that the other night, so I should do more of those.

Susan started a "striptease" to another one of Harry Belafonte's calypso tunes, although she had no clothes left to take off. Partly she figured that would help get her in the mood. But mostly, each day that passed she grew more justifiably proud about her remarkable, voluptuous body, and she simply loved showing it off for her son.

Katherine saw what Susan was doing, and thought, Why am I just sitting here? She stood up, and started dancing and gyrating even though she had nothing left to take off either.

This put them in direct competition with each other for Alan's attentions. Due to their high heels they couldn't get that athletic, so it was more a matter of projecting a sultry attitude.