6 Times a Day

About thirty minutes later, Alan and Suzanne stumbled down the stairs together. They were leaning into each other, holding the other upright. They both staggered into the kitchen as if dead drunk and wasted.

Suzanne wore a huge grin, positively radiating “just fucked!” in glowing neon letters. She slumped into a chair.

Alan staggered into the chair next to hers.

Both of them had glazed and glassy eyes.

Susan rushed over and eagerly asked, “Well? Don’t just sit there, you two! Tiger, what did she teach you?” She was a bit disappointed to see that they were both dressed in robes instead of naked and ready for more fun, even though she was almost certain he’d be done for a good while in any case. Susan had just taken a shower to help revive her after masturbating quite a lot. So she looked and felt fresh.

Alan and Suzanne looked at each other, exchanging amused smiles at Susan’s boundless sexual enthusiasm. Then he turned to Susan. “Mom, it’s supposed to be a secret. If I tell you now, what kind of secret is that?”

“But can’t you give me a hint? Just a hint?” She was just like a spoiled little kid with no self-control at all. In fact, she had listened at the door until she had so many orgasms that her pussy couldn’t take it anymore.

She was frustrated that she hadn’t overheard any secrets being revealed. Most of the time, she’d heard a lot of screaming and yelling. During their more quiet and restful moments when they presumably would have been talking about that kind of thing, they’d spoken in normal voices, and she couldn’t make out their words. Eventually, things had grown so quiet that she’d suspected they’d fallen sleep. She’d had nothing left to do but take a shower, and then try to keep herself busy in the kitchen.

Suzanne said, “Actually, when it comes to teaching, I think it was Sweetie here who taught me a few things.”

“Oh yeah?” Susan asked. “What did he teach you? I thought you knew everything.”

Suzanne laughed. “Yeah. Right. But he taught me he really IS the man of the house, and what he says goes. Time and again I told him to stop fucking me, but he just wouldn’t stop! I just couldn’t take it anymore; I was on sensory overload. Finally, I just gave in, since he wasn’t listening anyway. I let him ravage me. Not that I had much say in the matter since he was on top most of the time and hammering away like a madman.”

Suzanne was going to say more, but Susan cut in. “That sounds wonderful! But Tiger, I have to admit that that doesn’t sound like you.” She giggled. “Well, the hammering part does, but not the rest. Normally, you’re so considerate of others.”

He explained, “Yeah, well, I’ve decided that sometimes you have to listen to a woman’s body instead of her mouth. Aunt Suzy’s mouth said no, but I could tell she really wanted more.”

Suzanne exclaimed, “And did I ever! Susan, I didn’t want to lose control. You know how that always frightens me. But I lost control. I totally lost control. I was nothing but Sweetie’s fuck toy getting FUCKED! And my God, was it glorious! ‘Bad Alan’ was really out in force. I hope you don’t mind cleaning the lake of cum we left on the bed, because he fucked the heck out of me!”

Susan thought she was all sexed out for a while, but she felt her pussy moistening and her nipples hardening again. First she looked at Suzanne to make sure she was speaking metaphorically about the shitting. Then she stared at her son with an intense “fuck me now” look.

He grinned at her boundless enthusiasm. He was already within arm’s length of her, so he reached out and pinched one of her nipples through her blouse. “So Mom. You think that’s exciting? Hearing me fuck Aunt Suzy like that, and knowing that it’ll be your turn soon?”

Susan just couldn’t contain herself. She gasped, “Oh! Son!” And then she threw herself into his arms and kissed him on the mouth. They kissed frantically and passionately until they ran out of breath. She was fully dressed in typical “soccer mom” clothes, but he didn’t let that slow him down much, and he slid his hands inside the back of her skirt to fully clench the flesh of her ass cheeks.

She brought her lips right up to his ear and whispered quietly, “Son, I know you know this already, but I just have to say it again: Mommy’s ALWAYS gonna be here for you, no matter what! Mommy belongs to you now. I love you and I love serving you. In all ways, but especially sexually!”

He couldn’t help but smile at the extent of her undying love. “I love you too, Mom.” He moved his hands up and pawed at her breasts through her blouse. He asked, “Mom, what’s with all the clothes? You expecting Ron to come home any minute or something?” 𝗼𝐯𝗹．𝐞𝘁

“Oh, sorry, Son. I thought you’d be all fucked out for sure.” She disengaged so she could pull her blouse over her head. Naturally, she wasn’t wearing a bra, so once she did that, she proudly thrust her bare rack forward and pushed it further up and forward with both hands from below.

“I am totally fucked out, as a matter of fact,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy watching big bouncy mommy tits serve me dinner.”

“Oh, Tiger!” Susan was so happy to hear that that she pulled her skirt off for good measure. She was sad that she wasn’t wearing high heels and made a mental note to keep a pair stashed away in the kitchen for future “emergencies.”

Eyeing Susan’s posing, Suzanne asked Alan, “How does it feel to be hanging out with a couple of sexy MILFs?”

Susan was puzzled and didn’t realize that was an acronym. “What’s a ‘milf?'”

Suzanne explained, “It’s stands for ‘mother I’d love to fuck’. It’s pretty common slang.”

“Wow, really? People really say that?”

“Yep,” Suzanne nodded. “It generally refers to a sexy woman who’s a mother or the age of a mother.”

Susan was delighted. “Oh my goodness! That’s so incestuous. Maybe there’s more hope for this society than I’d realized!” She was still posing for her son, and as she struck another pose, she asked him with a sultry purr, “What do you think, Tiger? Am I a MILF?”

He looked her up and down appreciatively. “Totally! Actually, you’re a MIGFS – Mother I’m Gonna Fuck Soon.” He winked. Then he asked her, “By the way, how’s the dinner coming?”

“Good. It’s almost ready. Um, uh, SWOM.” Luxuriating in his lingering look, she struck another sexy pose, folding her arms under her breasts to keep them thrust forward.

“SWOM?” Alan asked with a raised eyebrow.

Susan blushed a little bit, and bowed her head. “Son Who Owns Me.”

Suzanne smiled benevolently at Susan. “I hope you still have some time before it’s ready, because I have a nice, sweet snack for you to eat.”

Susan switched into full mothering mode, not understanding Suzanne’s innuendo. “Now Suzanne, do I have to chide you like I chide my own children? Everyone knows that you shouldn’t eat sweets before dinner.”

Suzanne was wearing her robe very loosely, so Alan could look into the deep canyon of her cleavage and all the way down to her belly button. But standing right in front of Susan, Suzanne parted her legs widely and dramatically dropped the robe altogether, revealing a goopy mess drooling from her pussy. It was a creamy cocktail of her own juices mixed with Alan’s. “Are you sure about that? Because here’s that snack I was talking about. And it IS sweet. You know how yummy this tastes.”

“Oh… my…” Susan whispered breathlessly. She stood still for a few more seconds, but then quickly fell to the floor on her knees. She hungrily licked up the spillage smeared all around inside Suzanne’s crotch, and then fastened her mouth around her best friend’s flowing pussy and sucked Alan’s cum straight from the source.

Suzanne held Susan’s head in both her hands, softly caressing Susan’s hair while the horny mother eagerly gobbled up and swallowed all of her son’s tasty cum out of Suzanne’s well-fucked pussy. “You see, Susan, I’m learning how to be a little more sexually generous. You must have been sorely disappointed at being shut out of your own bedroom, but I hope this’ll make it up to you.”

Susan gave an emphatic “Mmmm-hmm!” while her tongue remained otherwise occupied.

She just couldn’t get over how incredibly good her son’s cum tasted when mixed with the flavor of Suzanne’s pussy juice. Sweet nectar of the gods, I could lick this all day and still not drink my fill!

Neither Susan nor Suzanne was expecting it, but Suzanne’s sore, red, puffy pussy suddenly contracted in a surprise climax, thanks to Susan’s tireless efforts to get every last drop of Alan’s load out of her. Susan kept right on sucking right through the climax, drinking down and savoring Suzanne’s orgasmic tribute to her efforts as though it were a fine wine.

Suzanne thought, Damn, that felt good. This just proves my new altruistic strategy is the right way to go. The more I give, the more I receive.

But eventually the fun came to an end. Suzanne left not long afterwards, feeling content and well-fucked.

Alan enjoyed the lesbian show a lot, but his penis remained flaccid, so the sexual fun came to an end.

Dinner soon followed. As had become her habit, Susan made a point of using “The Top Ten Foods that Increase Sperm Count” list in selecting the ingredients she used. Thus for this meal they had maca porridge with roasted asparagus and sesame orzo as a side dish.

Katherine had been busy studying, but appeared out of nowhere when the dinner call was heard.

Alan used the time to recover from the great fuck Suzanne had just put him through.

However, the dinner was hardly without its arousing moments. For instance, Susan’s prayers had grown increasingly sexual as the weeks went on, and this one was no exception. With her head bowed, her eyes closed, and holding Alan’s hand on one side and Katherine’s hand on the other, she said, “Dear Lord, thank You yet again for all of the bounty that You give us. Tonight, I especially want to thank You for making my son such a virile young man! Not long ago, Suzanne and I sucked and bobbed and slurped on his organ for so very, very long, and it was the absolute BEST! He came all over our faces, but he got erect again almost right away, allowing us to keep sucking!”

She went on, “Lord, I’ve come to understand that there is no greater pleasure and even duty than to help others and share our love. With the way You have designed our bodies, I can share my love orally, bobbing on his thickness, and it makes me so happy that sometimes I just want to scream for joy! I enjoy the act so very much, and he enjoys it too, and then I get rewarded with his liquid love all over my face or chest, or both! Then, getting to share the joy with a loved one, like Suzanne or Angel here, it makes it even MORE of a pleasure for all of us! And then, when I think about how he still has enough cum in his organ to share the joy with others… oooh! Goose bumps all over!”

She took a moment to calm her suddenly ragged breathing. “In conclusion, thank You and bless You, because without Your divine wisdom and creation, none of this would be possible. I don’t even have anything to wish for anymore, because my life is a living dream. Oh, except please Lord, guide and protect my children from any trouble caused by the school bullies, and please may our wonderful lifestyle never end. Amen!”

When the three of them lifted their heads and prepared to start eating, Katherine commented, “Mom, that sounded less like a prayer and more like a blowjob infomercial.” She snickered.

Susan said defensively, “Yeah, well, blowjobs are very near and dear to my heart, as you know. Are you saying it’s wrong to thank the Lord for that sort of thing?”

“No, of course not,” Katherine replied. “It’s just that it’s kind of amusing, is all. I mean, what if someone else overheard us? One of your sisters, for instance.”

Susan huffed, “Well, that’s not going to happen. Ever! So please, don’t mention such unpleasant things.”

Katherine seemed to be in a rare non-erotic mood, and that was reflected in the relatively normal clothes she wore.

But Susan, mindful of Alan’s comment that he enjoyed “watching big bouncy mommy tits” serve him dinner, wore a very short robe that showed off her legs nicely. She made sure it was always open to the sash around her waist and that all of her perfect orbs were hanging out in the open at all times. Plus, she made up for her earlier “error,” and strutted around in red high heels.

Things had reached a point in the Plummer house where Katherine didn’t even feel the need to ask what was going on or make a comment about her mother’s nakedness. Susan serving and eating dinner bare-breasted seemed perfectly normal to all of them.

But due to all the adventures Alan Junior had been through all day long, Alan could do nothing but mentally appreciate the beauty of his sister and mother.

Still, it was a lot of fun for him to see Susan smirking with glee almost constantly. She could tell she was mentally titilating him, even if his penis didn’t respond, and that delighted her to no end.

When dinner was over, he went back upstairs and got serious with his books. He avoided all offers for stealth stroking help because it was work that required intense concentration. He had to memorize all kinds of facts for three separate tests the next day.