6 Times a Day

Katherine ignored the boundaries that Alan and Susan had set, pushing things as far as she could without getting caught.

An example of that occurred that very evening. While Katherine and Alan ate their enchiladas at one end of the table, talking and facing each other, Susan and Ron were engaged in a different conversation at the other end of the table.

Katherine reached out to the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and grabbed a banana. She peeled it, but instead of biting into it, she started to lick it. Katherine had previously toyed on several occasions with seductively eating phallic-shaped food, but it had stopped after Susan’s resurgence of morality. Now, for the first time, she dared to be really seductive even though her father was sitting only one chair away.

That was far too risky for Alan’s taste. He kicked her shins underneath the table, at first lightly and then more vigorously, until she stopped.

But rather than give up altogether, she peeled the banana completely and put it on her plate. Periodically throughout the meal, when she thought her parents weren’t looking, she would pick up the banana again and lick it just like a prick, even focusing on where the frenulum would be. She would give up in the face of renewed kicking by Alan, and then the process would start all over again.

It kept Alan on edge throughout the meal, in more ways than one.

When Susan and Ron finished eating and went to the kitchen, Katherine and Alan stayed behind.

Katherine picked up the banana again and nearly deep throated it this time, while grinning madly.

But Alan whispered urgently, “Stop that right now! Sis, please! Are you fucking insane?! For the love of God will you please stop and promise me you’ll never do it again?”

“Never? Awww, that’s no fun. Don’t you like it?” She pulled the banana out of her mouth but kept licking.

Had he been truthful, he would have said he loved it but also hated it. But not wanting to encourage her, he avoided the question. “At least never when Ron’s at home, okay? Please?”

She paused in her licking, and asked, “And in return I get what?”

“Aside from me not going to prison or getting killed by him, I’ll owe you one.”

“If you promise to do any favor I say, I’ll keep my word.”

“Okay, but just one favor.”

She stopped and smiled. “Excellent. That means I won’t have to just practice on bananas.”

“What’s that dear? Something about practice?” Susan walked back into the dining room with a plate full of homemade oatmeal raisin cookies for dessert. She had caught Katherine’s last few words.

Katherine replied deftly, “Yes. I was just telling Alan here that the way Heather makes the cheerleader practice go on and on drives me bananas.”

Susan just smiled a sweet motherly smile. “That Heather,” she tut-tutted.

However, Alan nearly had a cardiac arrest from the close call. He thanked the powers that be that his mother was so sexually na?ve.

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The two siblings got up and went about cleaning the house, because the Plummer parents had planned a big after-dinner party that very evening. About twenty guests were invited. They typically threw a party like this every time Ron returned home, which meant they had them once or twice a year. ｂｏ𝚟𝚕.

The party had no relevance to Alan’s sex life, except for the fact that Suzanne took special note of one particularly cute and surprisingly buxom party attendee named Brenda Hunter, and talked to her for a while. Before speaking to her, she had already found out a few basic facts: Brenda was extremely rich, going through a divorce, and a year or two younger than herself.

Suzanne and Brenda chatted about inconsequential things. But while they were doing so, Suzanne was busy considering Brenda’s potential. She thought, It’s too bad Sweetie isn’t here to see her.

(Like Katherine, Alan had been hiding out upstairs since the party began, because they didn’t enjoy mingling with people a generation older than they were.)

Suzanne continued to reflect on Brenda. For a “tit man,” Brenda’s gotta be some kind of grand slam home run in the last game of the World Series. Not only are her breasts immense – even larger than mine or Susan’s! – but they have great round form, high on her chest, with her nipples nicely centered. And, more crucially, the rest of her body is just as fantastic. Cute face too. She’s got the whole package.

There aren’t a lot of women who I’d put in the same league as Susan or myself. In fact, basically NO other women. I know that’s not very modest, but a fact is a fact. Possibly my old college roommate and one or two others. But Brenda, she definitely qualifies!

In fact, beauty as great as hers shouldn’t be wasted. Now that I’m well on my way to sexual utopia, shouldn’t she have a place in my grand scheme? Okay, granted, I’d like to get my hands on her massive tits too, but once I do, what’s the end game? Where would she fit in? She’s definitely a MILF, at least in the body department, but what about the rest of her?

The chief question is, what to do with her? For starters, I need to know a LOT more about her. Looks are just a foot in the door. There are many other factors that matter too.

The two of them continued to chat, but Suzanne steered the discussion to subtly probe about Brenda’s personality, interests, intelligence, background, and much, much more. She monopolized her for nearly the entire party. By the evening’s end, thanks in part to frequently refilling Brenda’s wine glass, she was even able to get Brenda to confide a surprising amount of information about her sexual history and desires. And Suzanne was so clever about it all, with frequent disarming revelations about herself, that Brenda never even knew that she’d just been thoroughly tested.

Suzanne was impressed. She’d found no red flags, and she’d learned much that suggested Brenda had great, and largely untapped, sexual potential. The only possible fly in the ointment was the fact that she had a child, a teenage son named Adrian who was just a couple of years younger than Alan. But while that was likely to limit Brenda’s freedom, Suzanne figured it probably wasn’t a deal breaker.

Later that evening, when the party had ended and Suzanne and Susan were alone, Suzanne quizzed Susan about Brenda too. Suzanne had crossed paths with Susan’s acquaintance Brenda at some Plummer social events in the past, but hadn’t seen her in a while, and she’d never talked to her extensively before. She figured Susan might know some things that she’d missed.

Susan explained that Brenda had been going through a painful divorce, and so hadn’t been doing much socializing, but she appeared to be on the emotional rebound. Even though the divorce wasn’t finalized, she’d largely put it behind her, and she seemed to be on the lookout for a new man in her life.

“Excellent,” Suzanne said, rubbing her hands together. She’d heard much the same from Brenda herself, but it was good to get independent confirmation.

“Uh-oh,” Susan said suspiciously. “Do you have some scheme in mind? You’ve been known to dream up a scheme or two in the past, to say the least.”

“Not a scheme, exactly. I was just thinking that you should invite Brenda over to a lot more social functions, and we should get to know her a lot better.”

“May I ask why? She’s all right, but not exactly my close friend, since she has a very unpredictable temper.”

“Susan, have you taken a look at her? Talk about a knockout! I’ve literally never seen such a big chest in my life. She’s bigger in that area than you or me, and that’s saying something.”

Susan passed along some old gossip. “Rumor has it that those boobs of hers were the top two reasons her millionaire husband married her, and that there wasn’t a third reason. But what’s your point about her?”

“Sweetie still needs to be stimulated, mentally and physically, to make his big daily quota. You’re certainly not helping; I’ve seen that you’ve even avoided touching him, as if he has the plague. You won’t even hug the poor guy!”

Susan suddenly recalled some of her previous hugs with Alan, when she’d rubbed her bare tits over practically every inch of his chest. She blushed profusely and tried to bury the memory.

She leaned forward and whispered, “Suzanne! Please, have mercy! Ron is home. You know that.”

Suzanne replied, “I’m only talking about hugs and visual stimulation and things like that. I understand your position, but you don’t have to treat him like a leper.”

Susan didn’t know what to say. She worried that even a motherly hug with her son could lead her down a slippery slope. Her eyes went wide as she imagined first hugging Alan, and then kissing him on the lips. In her vision, the next thing she knew, she was naked and on her knees, happily sucking on Alan’s erection.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed out loud as she clutched at her chest.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Suzanne noted that reaction and had a pretty good guess what Susan was thinking. But she played dumb and continued, “Brenda’s the perfect eye candy for him. So cute and so, so, soooo busty! If we have her around a lot, it will reduce the pressure on us just by letting him look at her.” She didn’t add that her lesbian side was also very excited by the prospect of being able to look at the Brenda eye candy herself more often, and hopefully eventually do more than just look.

So Susan made a mental note to invite Brenda to something soon. However, she was reluctant to do so, because she was concerned that Alan might find Brenda more attractive than herself. Very few women could hope to even come close in matching Susan’s looks, but Brenda was one of them. Mostly, Susan loved the way Alan loved her 38G rack, and she was envious of Brenda’s even larger one.

Suzanne could sense Susan’s reluctance. She was going to make sure that both of them followed through. She still didn’t have an exact plan, but she figured something would come to her as she learned more and the situation continued to evolve.

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