6 Times a Day

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But when they were done, Katherine didn’t make matters any easier for her mother. She sat up and purposely let Alan’s cum drip slowly down her face and chest. She periodically scooped up a gob or two to eat.

She thought, Take that, Mom! Serves you right for sabotaging the conversation I’d planned to have about Christine. Look at all that yummy cum and you can’t have any of it. Nyah! Nyah! She giggled despite her frustration.

As she calmed down, she thought, This is bad. If Mom keeps pushing Christine on Brother like this, I think he’s gonna cave. And I see the way Christine’s looking at him at school lately. She’s obviously got the hots for him, probably after hearing all the stories of his sexual prowess. If I’m gonna stop her from taking my place in his heart, I’m gonna need to resort to drastic measures. But what? Hmmm…

Susan served breakfast in just her erotic apron and high heels. She was still flustered and in an obviously horny mood, but using great self-control she avoided touching her son in the slightest. She was rightly afraid that once she got started, she wouldn’t be able to stop.

Within minutes, Katherine started a stealth stroke on her brother, and she soon began to get him hard again. That gave her an excuse to delay eating up the rest of her pearl necklace and cum-splattered face, since she knew Susan wouldn’t want her to leave Alan’s erection untended.

The sight of fresh cum on her daughter’s face drove Susan insane with lust all over again, even more than the sight of Katherine’s fingers sliding up and down Alan’s thick shaft. It was all she could do not to throw herself at Katherine and lick the cum off of her daughter’s tanned skin herself. She couldn’t stop running her hands all over her nearly naked body.

Alan looked at Susan and saw a woman who was worried and not feeling good about herself, no doubt mostly due to the upcoming appointment with the psychologist. He also remembered her earlier comment where she pouted that he’d only called Katherine a wet dream and not her as well.

So, to lift her spirits and increase his own pleasure, he said, “Mom, I know you said you don’t want to touch Alan Junior, but I could really use some special visual stimulation right now. He’s growing, thanks to Sis, but he’s not all the way there yet.” (That wasn’t true, but he figured it would provide the fig leaf excuse that Susan wanted.) “I can’t think of a more sexy or busty mommy I’d like to ask for help.”

Normally, he only very rarely used the word “mommy,” deriding it as what a three-year-old boy would say. But sometimes he got so aroused or inspired that he couldn’t resist, and this was on such time.

Susan was surprised to hear him call her “mommy.” Her ears pricked up and her heart started pounding. “Mommy!” Yes! I’m your big-titted mommy! Now and forever, ready to serve your big cock! She turned to him, overjoyed. “Tiger! Of course Mommy can help! What should I do?”

He suggested, “Why don’t you lie down on the floor right in front of me, and then writhe around and say sexy stuff?”

Susan immediately dropped to the floor, wearing just her apron and high heels. She spoke her honest thoughts, knowing that would also help arouse them all. “This is so humiliating! Angel, you have to help me. Whatever it is Tiger asks me to do, I can’t say no. He has a naughty habit of sticking his big dick inside of my orifices whenever he likes. He can have any part of me except for that one hole though, ‘cos he’s a considerate and loving son. But he’s got me addicted. Completely addicted!”

She stretched and writhed in sexual heat as she continued, “But the problem is his dick. His cock, if you will.”

Katherine interrupted to joke, “Oh, I will! I definitely will!” She bent down and lovingly kissed his cockhead while continuing to stroke his meaty shaft. She was tempted to keep on licking it, but she sat back up to see what her mother would say and do.

Susan smiled and went on, “It’s just that his cock is so long and round. As a mother I find it so embarrassing trying to stuff all that hot and throbbing meat in my mouth. My lips can barely stretch around it! But when he’s gone that’s all I can think about: when is he going to put it back in me, and where is he gonna put it exactly? What can I do to pleasure it better, and longer, than last time? I find myself practicing various tongue and jaw exercises, practicing to get better. I’m too obsessed. All I want to do is masturbate all day long, fantasizing about how my son is going to use my body next. That’s why I need a psychologist. I need help! Not that I want to stop, God no! But, I’ll admit, I need to chill out a little bit.”

Alan had gotten used to sexual multitasking in recent days. Remarkably, as he watched Susan’s sexy writhing and luxuriated in his sister’s handjob, he somehow also managed to continue to eat his sweet potato dumplings. Susan had a great big bow on the back of her apron. She was so close to him that halfway through her performance he bent down and undid the bow, allowing the apron to come loose.

Susan continued on in this vein, while her apron slowly slid all the way off her curvy body. She was so sexually overheated that she didn’t care at all about rubbing her bare skin all over the cold tile floor. Meanwhile, she continued to talk. On one hand, she was presenting her real need for psychological guidance. But on the other hand it was all too sexy, especially when combined with her needy writhing.

“Son, what can I do to better pleasure your cock? That’s my biggest problem, in more ways than one. A big, THICK, long, and throbbing problem! You had five cheerleaders stroking and licking you at the same time yesterday. FIVE! How can I compete with that? Mmmm… five! I love thinking about that. But you see? It makes me too horny and hot for you! Mmmm… All those hands… serving the school’s most superior cock… MMMM! God, YES! Look at me! I’m humping the floor like some kind of wild animal!”

Her children were too busy enjoying their sex play to listen seriously to her complaint of being too aroused too often. Nor did they want to disabuse her of her enhanced view of Alan’s conquests at school.

As Alan was nearly finished eating, Susan calmed down somewhat after having a nice orgasm. She remained lying on the floor, staring up admiringly at Katherine’s non-stop handjob. He decided that he wanted to reward Susan for her great performance. He suggested, “Mom, seeing how things might change at this appointment, maybe to be on the safe side I should fuck your tits now too. Who knows what this Xania woman will say.” (He was extremely confident he would get many more chances, given that Suzanne told him not to worry about the psychologist too much, but it made a good excuse to get her to give in.)

Susan was so worked up that she didn’t need any excuses to give in. A titfuck sounded fantastic to her and she was about to say so. But she looked at the clock and pointed out, “Never mind about that. You two have been playing with each other so long that you’re going to be late. And you haven’t taken your showers yet!”

Alan was surprised by the time. He realized there was no time left to finish their orgasmic buildup and take a shower. So he suggested, “Mom, we could save time if Sis and I hopped in the shower together. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked!”

Katherine giggled at Alan’s obvious statement, especially since his cum was still rolling down her face and bare chest.

Susan again relented, “Okay, but hurry up and be sure to spend some time actually soaping down and not just playing all the time.” She lifted herself up from the floor. “And Angel, be quick about squeezing another load from your brother’s cum-filled balls. We don’t want him to suffer blue balls through his classes. You’re practically late already, so hurry!”

The two kids hurried off to take a shower together. That led to more sexual fun, though very rushed fun since Susan kept yelling that they were running late.

Susan even came in the bathroom, supposedly “to check on them,” though her desire to see her children naked was the main reason.

However, Susan mostly left them alone since she was trying extra hard to control herself before her psychologist appointment. It helped a lot that she was still recovering from her latest climax.

And once she’d left, Katherine naturally tried to get Alan to fuck her then and there, since she usually left all the restraint up to him.

He resisted her repeated efforts to guide his erection into her slit, but he made up for it by whispering, “Sis, we can’t now, but I’m thinking: when your grounding is over at the end of Saturday, maybe it’s time to stop the ban on you and me fucking in the house too. We can try to push Mom on that. I’m sorry that I haven’t been spending enough time with you. I’ll make it up to you next week. But if we do that, we have to be really careful not to get caught.”

Katherine was extremely happy to hear that and she no longer felt neglected. She got so excited that Alan had to redouble his efforts to fend her off and get at least some soap on their bodies. He playfully used the showerhead to deliver strong water pressure on her most sensitive erogenous zones.

She kept trying to lick his erection, but he fended her off by shooting water from the shower hose right in her face. They battled like this for a few minutes; she kept her eyes shut and managed to get in more than a few good licks.

Unfortunately, they had to stop before he could cum. There just wasn’t time to do it right (since he could hold out so long now, it seemed a waste to give it up after only five minutes of shower fun).

Furthermore, Alan knew that his dick really needed a break from cumming so often. He was left with a bad case of blue balls, but decided it was for the best to just deal with it. However, he gave a lot of attention to Katherine so at least she was able to finish off with a nice climax.

They both agreed to keep the fact that he didn’t cum a secret from Susan, since they knew it would make her upset.

Alan rushed off to school in Ron’s BMW, while Susan used her minivan to drive herself and Katherine to Los Angeles.

As Susan and Katherine made the hour drive to their appointment, they talked about the usual things while Susan drove. For instance, Susan asked her daughter how things were going at school. But at one point, Susan asked, “Angel, what’s this about you calling yourself Tiger’s ‘number one fuck toy?’ I heard you use those words earlier – more than once, in fact – and it concerns me.”

“It does? Mom, what’s the problem? They’re just words. You say some things like that, don’t you?”

Susan thought that through. “Well, maybe. I can’t think of anything like that that I say, offhand. Although I’ll have to concede that when I get excited there’s no telling. But the way you said that, it makes me think you take it quite seriously.”

“I do!” Katherine replied proudly. “I don’t see any reason to be apologetic about it. I mean, think about the titfuck this morning. If I’m gonna do a really good job, I need to put my heart and soul into it. I’ve gotta have the attitude that I AM his number one fuck toy and there are no limits, no restraints, in my willingness to please him. Isn’t that the kind of attitude you want me to have?”

Susan frowned. She was staring forward into the stop-and-go traffic. “Well, yes. But we need to have some kind of perspective. I mean, at the moment, with his penis in your hands, sure, it’s good to think of yourself as his number one fuck toy. But this isn’t the first time I heard you say that phrase, and it’s struck me that you probably think of yourself like that even when you’re not in the heat of the moment.”

“That’s true,” Katherine conceded. “You’re not upset because you think that YOU are his real number one fuck toy, are you? Is that what this is all about?”

Susan blushed a little. She was glad that she was driving so she had an excuse to look forward and not make eye contact. She tried to dodge the issue. “Look. We both know that playing with Tiger’s cock and helping him cum is tremendous fun, but that doesn’t mean we should start thinking of ourselves as his fuck toys.”

Katherine cocked an eyebrow and said half-jokingly, half-skeptically, “Who are you, and what did you do to the real Susan? Talk about ‘Stepford’ moms.”

Susan replied, “Very funny. Seriously though, we need to have some perspective. That’s why we’re taking this trip today, because things are getting out of hand. When we meet with this woman, I want you to tell her about your ‘number one fuck toy’ comment and see what she thinks about it.”

“MooooOOOOoooom!” Katherine whined with disappointment. She sat there thinking, then came up with a new approach. “Okay, I’ll do that, but only if you honestly answer me one question: do you think of yourself as one of his fuck toys? Yes or no?”

Susan carefully replied, “Angel, in the heat of the moment, sometimes-”

Katherine cut her off. “I’m not talking about the heat of the moment, I’m talking about now. Are you or are you not one of his fuck toys?”

Susan said even more carefully, “I’d have to say no, because he’s not allowed to stick his penis in my, well… in my you-know-what.” Her language was more circumspect since she wasn’t aroused at all.

Katherine shot her an annoyed look. “Never mind that. Being a fuck toy isn’t narrowly defined as being fucked in that hole. It’s an overall attitude. A commitment. A desire to serve. Totally devoting yourself to one man, one cock, and doing all you can to bring him constant, incredible pleasure. That’s what I’M all about!” She added in a challenging, almost taunting voice, “Can you say the same?”

Susan sat quietly contemplating her answer as she drove down the highway. Finally, she quietly replied, “You know that I am.”

“That you’re what?” Katherine prodded. “Say it!”

Susan answered peevishly, “I’m one of his fuck toys! There. I said it. Are you happy? Do you know how humiliating it is to admit that when I’m not hot for cock? Er, I mean, uh, aroused for his penis?” Her face started to turn red. “I’m his mother, and he’s my son! And I’m not just saying I’m his fuck toy; I’m saying that I’m ONE of his fuck toys! And you, my daughter, you’re another one! And Suzanne! And Amy! We practically live to serve his cock. It’s gone so far from just helping him six times a day. Every day, things are getting more and more debauched!”

Her eyes widened. She added in a subdued hush, “We have to stop talking about this now. Right now! Or I’m gonna be driving all over the road!”

Katherine smirked; she’d made her point. But she didn’t want to get into an accident any more than Susan did, so she dropped the discussion, for now.

Calming down some, Susan said, “Can’t you see why I so desperately need to see a psychologist, and right away? Just because I love all these sexual moments doesn’t mean what we’re doing is right. We need some balance. Some perspective. Some moderation, for crying out loud.”

The rest of the ride was uneventful, and the two Plummer women arrived at the psychologist’s office in time for their eleven o’clock appointment.

The plan was that the “psychologist” Xania would see Susan for an hour, then Katherine for an hour, and then there would be a break for lunch. Meanwhile, Alan would attend his first four classes of the day and then drive up to make it around the time the others were finished eating a late lunch. Alan would have a session alone with Xania, and then any needed follow-up sessions would occur later in the day, based on issues that came up in the earlier conversations.

Susan knew that Xania did this for free as a special favor to her old college friend. She made a mental note to show her appreciation to Suzanne as soon as she saw her again.

Of course the psychologist, Xania “Goodleigh,” wasn’t a real psychologist at all, but just a friend of Suzanne’s put up to impersonate one. Even her last name was fabricated, created for the occasion. (Xania had wanted a sexually punny name, since her real last name, Tsakicheretakis, was a mouthful. “Goodleigh” was tame compared to some of the other inneundo-filled choices Suzanne had vetoed.) It took hours of practice and study before Xania had the basics down enough to carry off the role of being a psychologist.

The office that Suzanne had set up on the spur of the moment looked extremely convincing. Xania greeted them in the waiting room, alone. She said she’d given the receptionist the rest of the day off and claimed that one wasn’t needed since all the other appointments for the day had been rescheduled for this special, urgent session.

Susan was shocked to see that Xania was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. She’d imagined someone old, like the famous, elderly media psychologist Dr. Ruth Westheimer. But then she realized that it wasn’t so surprising that Xania was young, busty, and attractive, since she was a close college mate of Suzanne’s, and beautiful women tend to stick together. Furthermore, extremely buxom women tended to stick together, as Susan and Suzanne’s own friendship showed.

In fact, Xania was nearly as stacked as the two mothers she closely resembled – they all had 38G breasts. She had long brown hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and wore stylish black-rimmed glasses. She also had an Amazon body type, being slightly taller than even the already quite tall Susan and Suzanne. She didn’t actually need to wear glasses, but she wore them for the occasion to make her look more academic. Luckily, she had the perfect face for the role – she could look stern and authoritative. (In fact, her ability to look that way helped her land one of her biggest B-movie roles, that of the headmistress at a very mischievious all-girls’ school in “Naughty Slumber Party.” She’d even worn the same style of glasses in the movie.)

Susan was the first to go in to see Xania, while Katherine waited in the lobby for her turn. The nervous mother said, “Dr. Goodleigh. Nice to meet you.” They shook hands.

Xania smiled back primly, and held the mother’s hand a little longer than was really necessary. “The same. But please call me Xania. May I call you Susan?” Then she let go of Susan’s hand and closed the door behind them.

“Of course.” Susan nervously walked further into the room and lay down on the psychologist’s couch. She’d never been to see a psychologist before, but the place looked just as she’d expected it to, from what she’d seen in movies. Funnily enough, Suzanne pretty much used her memories of roughly the same movies as inspiration to decorate it.

“Please. Feel free to talk without censoring yourself,” said Xania. “This is meant to be a totally open discussion, and anything said here stays here, so just say whatever comes to your mind.”

Suzanne had strongly recommended to Xania that the best way to pass herself off as a psychologist was to simply let the patient do all the talking. When asked a question, respond with, “What do YOU think the answer is?” and other similar tricks to avoid exposing the fact that you don’t know anything yourself. ｂ𝚍ｏｖ𝚕．𝚝

“Thanks, doctor. I feel really weird being here.” Susan shifted nervously on the couch. “Suzanne filled you in on Alan’s medical need for stimulation?”

Xania nodded understandingly and answered, “She did, though I hope to hear more about it as the day goes on. And please call me Xania.”

“Well, Xania, the problem is, that was kind of the foot in the door for me doing things to him that a mother would never do, and we just kind of kept on going down the slippery slope.”

After a pause, Xania said, “Yes? Please go on.”

Suddenly, Susan’s emotional floodgate flew open. “And, well, the thing is… The things we’re doing must be wrong, but I still want to do them. And more! Doctor, I want to have sex with him. There! I said it. I want it so badly. I want to have sex with my son! That’s my biggest problem.”

Xania pointed out, “From what Suzanne told me, you’re having sex with him every day.”

Susan’s eyes went wide, and then she realized what was meant by that. “Well, yes, you know… but not like SEX sex. You know what I mean?”

Xania pretended to be clueless. “I’m not sure. You do give him blowjobs, handjobs, titfucks, and the like, don’t you?”

Susan blushed. “Well, yes, but… I don’t… There’s one place… What I’m trying to say is… Darn it, I’m just going to spit it out: he’s not allowed to fuck me. My vagina, I mean. And I want him to! Dear Lord, I want him to so very, very much! I try not to think about it, but sometimes I just can’t help it! And, at night, I dream about it. Pretty much every night!”

She closed her eyes in embarrassment and heaved a deep sigh of exasperation and helplessness. “What the hell is wrong with me? How do I stop this from happening?” She felt sad and nervous, but even so, she found that just to say this out loud made her very horny, as she began to imagine having sex with her son in vivid detail.

Xania replied calmly and soothingly, “We will be discussing this situation a lot today, but let’s not assume from the outset that what you’re doing is naturally wrong and should be changed. I imagine you’re aware of Freud’s theories about the Oedipal complex and so forth?”

“Yes?”

“That is one heuristic and it has some value, but Freud has largely been discredited these days. I’m certainly not from his school of thought. What’s important is not what society thinks, but how you and your other loved ones think about this. Consider an interracial marriage. In some parts of the U.S., nearly everyone in early 20th-century white society would have thought that was very wrong, but now we know differently, don’t we?”

Susan nodded.

Xania continued, “The main historical reason for so many taboos about incest is to prevent defective offspring, but in these modern days, with contraceptives, that’s less of an issue, and Suzanne tells me you’re infertile in any case, so that’s not an issue here at all. Furthermore, Alan and Katherine are both adopted, so, to be brutally honest, you’re not actually their mother, just in the social role of their mother. Had this happened when they were younger, that also would have been an issue. But their upbringing is just about over now. So incest in your case is as much or as little as you make of it.”

Even though Suzanne had said Xania was open-minded on such things, Susan was nonetheless shocked, and also pleasantly surprised. “So doctor, you’re telling me there’s nothing wrong with any of this?!” She took a deep breath and said, “I can scarcely believe a woman of your stature could take such a position.”

Xania smiled reproachfully. “Now, I didn’t say that. What I said was, what matters is how YOU feel about it. You make your own world. If you’re being tortured by guilt, and you can’t overcome that guilt, then it would be wise to let go of it. Could YOU and your loved ones deal with the risks of social disapproval and illegality? If it will ruin your children’s lives, then it will be wise to stop. If it will ruin a good marriage, then stop. And so on. And, of course, what they think about it is equally important. These are the kinds of things we’ll need to find out today.”

Susan and Xania continued to talk for the next hour.

Xania subtly encouraged the notion that incest was okay, as long as all the participants were okay with it.

Susan had bottled up a lot of guilt, sure that she was an irresponsible mother, a slave to her sex drive, and so on. She explained how she felt her mind was split in two.

Suzanne knew about and had anticipated all of these issues, so Xania was prepared with notes from Suzanne on what to say about each concern.

At one point, Susan said, “Xania, everything you’re telling me is wonderful and reassuring. I really appreciate it. However, I must admit that my main concern is a spiritual and religious one. I’m a good Christian woman! Or at least I used to be. Isn’t incest a sin?”

Xania had a reply Suzanne had helped her craft. “Susan, as you know, I’m a psychologist, not a theologian. I can’t give you expert advice on religious matters.”

Susan pleaded, “I know, but can you give me your personal advice?”

“Well, I understand your concern. But keep in mind that there are many, many different ways to interpret the Bible. Think of how many wars have been fought over different religious interpretations. Religious rules are often made to help people have successful lives. For instance, way back when, it was extremely dangerous to eat pork, because of poor sanitation and issues like that. So the Old Testament specifically prohibited the eating of pork. Now, thanks to modern technology, eating pork isn’t dangerous at all, so why worry about an outdated rule? In the same way, incest was mainly about preventing genetic defects, and now that there’s condoms and other birth control isn’t that rule outdated too?”

“I suppose.” Susan wasn’t totally convinced. Suzanne had already made a similar argument to her, although the fact that Xania said it carried more weight.

Xania added, “Frankly, I think a lot of your current unhappiness in life stems from your overly restrictive and traditional upbringing. It’s not my role to get too religious or political, but it’s clear to me that you were raised in an extreme form of Christianity. A lot of things you were taught were way out of whack from mainstream beliefs. So try to put your religious concerns to the side for a while, because I think your gut instincts based on your upbringing will often lead you astray.”

Susan nodded. “I’m trying to do that already, since Suzanne tells me that a lot too. It’s hard though. I know now that much of what I was taught is wrong, But my beliefs are so deeply ingrained. I can’t just snap my fingers and feel differently.”

Xania smiled with understanding. “That’s one thing we can work on, learning how to overcome some of the detrimental beliefs you learned back then that are still giving you grief.”

As time passed, Susan felt like a great weight was slowly lifting from her shoulders. What Xania was saying wasn’t much different from what Suzanne frequently told Susan, but the fact that a supposed psychologist was saying these things made a world of difference. Thanks to Susan’s ultra-traditional upbringing, she was very deferential to authority figures.