6 Times a Day

As Alan went through his own morning ritual in the bathroom, he looked ahead to the school week. The tennis team he was on was having a big competition. They were having a round-robin tournament amongst themselves, which meant that every day each player would play three matches. It was less a competition to see who was best, and more a test of dedication and endurance. The matches began at the start of the sixth period and would run at least an hour after school, sometimes more.

Man, that's gonna be a bear. On top of that, I've got a large amount of homework to do, especially since I've been falling behind. Given all that, I doubt there's gonna be time for a lot of sexual fun. If I can just come close to my six-times-a-day average, I'll be doing really well.

Still, compared to before, it's literally infinitely better! Besides, I've got some pretty awesome plans. Now that Aunt Suzy's talked Mom out of grounding Sis, we're gonna go to Kim's house this afternoon, and Thursday too! That'll rock! I'll get to fuck Sis again! And judging from her cryptic comments just now, I think she's got it on her mind just as much as I do - maybe even more so.

And then I've got another appointment with Akami on Friday. That'll be great! Given how the last one went, I think it's probably gonna be more of a fuck session than an appointment. Sweetness! Between the tennis and my homework crunch, I'll just have to endure and survive the week. Hopefully the Akami appointment will be a fun reward at the end for all my efforts, assuming I'm not too wiped out to enjoy it.

Then there's Mom waiting downstairs right now. Jesus, why would I ever have reason to complain about anything?!

And hey, it's time to have some fun! Yesterday was a relaxed day, at least by my recent standards. It's true that there was a lot of sexual excitement, but then I had a nap and a good night's sleep, so now I'm well rested. My dick is in surprisingly good shape too, probably from cumming "only" five times. Now it's time to see what kind of mischief I can get into with Mom and Sis before school starts! He chuckled to himself.

Downstairs, Susan was going through another mood swing. Her near fuck at the party had given her pause, and the way she'd almost ended up fucking Alan the night before when his shaft was sliding against her slit gave her even more pause. She was still in love with sucking his cock, but she feared her lack of self control would lead to real fucking very soon, and that prospect really terrified her.

As usual, she'd gotten up and gone downstairs to the kitchen while her kids were still asleep. She'd dressed in her ordinary clothes, like those she would have worn back in her prudish days. She'd even walked barefoot instead of wearing high heels. This was all part of an effort to get back to being just an ordinary housewife and mother, doing typical homemaking things.

As she prepared breakfast for her children, she thought, I just need to get through the morning without getting carried away. Tomorrow's going to be a Tuesday, and things always get a little wild on Tuesdays. That's all the more reason for me to take a break today. I need to spend the entire day doing and thinking about things that don't involve my son's glorious member. Today has to be a day I simply chill out and calm down. Suzanne can help him with his special needs instead. Heck, even my Angel can do a little bit, if need be. But not me. My day is tomorrow.

Alan came downstairs full of energy, eager to start the day. He frowned to see the way his mother was dressed, but decided not to show it. He went into the kitchen and gave her a good-morning kiss on the cheek, but she seemed strangely stand-offish about it. He didn't let that deter him either.

Katherine was already sitting at one of the stools next to the kitchen counter. She patted the stool next to hers and called Alan over to sit on it. She quietly hissed. "Psst! Bro! Come here!"

He sat down, wondering what all the whispering was about. He asked her in a low voice, "What's up?"

She spoke in a voice just quiet enough so Susan couldn't make out the words. "Bro, I've been thinking. I'm living in fuck-toy paradise, and you are too! You know what I mean?"

"No."

It wasn't surprising that he didn't understand, because she was thinking about her earlier dream and how similar their sexual desires were. She added, "Your dream is my dream. We're living the dream already! Capiche?"

"Um, kinda."

"Here, let me make it clearer for you." She reached over to his crotch and unzipped his zipper. Then she flopped his semi-flaccid penis out and began stroking it. That did the trick; in a matter of seconds it was fully engorged. She was careful to keep her arm movements below the counter's edge, so Susan couldn't see what was she was doing. "Understand now?"

He nodded happily.

They had kept up a lively banter while that was happening, both because it was fun and to help mask the way her hands were stroking him below the counter.

He decided to try to draw Susan into the conversation, hoping to lighten her mood. In particular, he complimented her repeatedly.

They were all so playful that, before long, Susan started to feel a little giddy.

Taking advantage of that, Alan's comments and compliments turned more sexual. He said, "Hey, Sis, are you cold?"

"No. Not even slightly. It's gonna be another beautiful, sunny day here in paradise." She muttered under her breath so only her brother could hear, "Fuck-toy paradise, that is." She giggled.

"Huh. Neither am I," he replied. "And yet Mom looks bundled up like she's about to head out on a polar expedition. Mom, where are your snow boots?"

Susan looked away in embarrassment. "Hey. So I'm feeling a little cold. What's so bad about that?"

"Because I can't enjoy your beautiful body, Mom. How many guys are lucky enough to have a Playboy centerfold for a mother? Not too many. And your boobs! They're not only huge, they're perfect! But under that thick sweater I can't even tell if you HAVE any boobs!"

Katherine realized that getting Susan to loosen up could lead to lots more fun for everyone, so she played along. "Yeah! Mom, you're embarrassing us. Seriously. I thought you'd gotten over your prudish ways. Let's see those famous tits of yours in all their naked glory."

Susan blushed, reflexively crossing her arms over her chest. "Angel, really! You can't say that."

"But I just did. Right, Bro?"

Alan said, "Mom, could you compromise a little? At least take off the sweater. Don't you want my dick to get stiff?"

Susan started to protest, "Son, that's not a proper kind of language-"

But Katherine interrupted. "Mom, oh come ON! We all know how important visual stimulation is for his medical treatment. You can't deny that it would be a big help if his cock would get all thick and long, and hot and throbbing! Then one of us could help him out before school, and he could have a nice cum. Wouldn't that be great, if one of us could help him out?"

She giggled, because even as she was saying that she was rubbing intently over his sweet spot. She was just using a couple of fingers, sliding against it over and over. There wasn't anything special in her motions, and there was next to no variety, but she knew that that one spot contained so many nerve endings that it would be highly effective just the same. In addition, by doing it that way, she was able to keep her arm almost completely still, without telltale motion that could be seen above the counter edge.

Susan grumbled, "Well, I suppose I could take my sweater off..."

Once she had her sweater off, the two kids started encouraging her to do more. She kept most of her clothes on, but she wound up preening and posing, thanks to their continued compliments and cheers.

Before long, she was downright horny.

About five minutes later, when Susan walked over to the dining room table to bring them glasses of orange juice, she noticed something odd. Her two children had just moved from the counter to the table in anticipation of breakfast being served. But they were sitting on the same side of the table instead of on opposite sides as they usually did. What's more, they were on the far side of the table from where the kitchen was, which also wasn't their usual habit.

Susan walked around the table and gasped. Alan's erection was poking out through his fly, while Katherine's fingers were holding it and pumping up and down.

They both calculated that Susan was horny enough that they didn't need to play around in secret. In fact, Katherine continued to lightly stroke up and down Alan's shaft while her mother stared in disbelief.

"Children! What are you doing?!"

Katherine said dismissively, "Mom, it's no big deal. Brother got a little hard, and I'm just helping him out." Seeing that she'd been found out, she decided to go all out. She bent forward, tilted her brother's erection straight up, and began ostentatiously sliding her fingers all the way up and down it, instead of just furtively rubbing his sweet spot like before.

Susan couldn't help but step closer to get a better view, even as she complained, "Well, I'm shocked! And appalled!"

Katherine brought a second hand over to fondle his balls. "Why? You heard me giving him a blowjob yesterday, didn't you? You said it was okay."

"I know, but... this is different! I will not have this house turn into a den of debauchery, especially right in the middle of breakfast!"

Katherine was still stroking away despite Susan's complaints. More and more pre-cum was slowly oozing out and drooling down his shaft. That was giving her rhythmic rubbing an increasingly wet and squishy sound. She said, "Geez, Mom, it's no biggie. Actually, I take it back. It's a very nice biggie. And a thickie too." She giggled.

Susan was still staring wide-eyed. She felt her pulse increasing and her nipples hardening. I almost wish Ron were still here. Things would have to be normal if he were home. Who's gonna save me from Tiger's delicious manhood if it's just the three of us?

Katherine could tell that Susan's resolve was weakening, so she said, "If it bothers you so much that I'm doing this, you can take over. Do you wanna? We can't just leave him like this; that would be cruel."

"Well, no thank- I mean... Angel! Don't make me do that! It's not nice. I'm trying to have a calm, collected morning, and then you have to go and do... that!" She pointed at her son's hard-on, with Katherine's hand still sliding around it. "It would mean a lot to me if you would take your hands off him and go sit in your usual chair."

Katherine complained, "But Mom, check it out. Look at how long and thick his hard-on is. And stiff! Don't you think when it gets this stiff, it just NEEDS some soft, feminine hands to keep it tingling with arousal?"

"Well..." Susan didn't know what to say, since she agreed but didn't want to admit it.

Katherine pressed her point, "Hey Mom, check out his balls! Aren't they extra large and extra heavy? Just look at all the sweet, sweet sperm in there." She lifted his balls from below, lifting and lowering them a bit. "So much spermy cream, dying to get out? Certainly we can't send him off to school in this condition?"

Susan licked her lips. But then she decided to stand firm. "I'm sorry. I really must insist."

Katherine whined, "But MooooOOOOoooom!" Giving in to Susan's stern look, she finally took her hands off his privates and changed chairs.

Alan finally spoke. "Mom, that's totally mean! What am I supposed to do, after I'm all excited like this? My dick isn't just going to go down." He looked at his crotch. His dick was still as stiff as ever, angling upward at a forty-five degree angle.

Susan folded her arms under her big breasts and tried to look and act firm. "Well, I'm sorry, but that's how it is!" She was determined not to look at his exposed erection, but just knowing it was there was exciting her even more.

"That's how it is?!" he griped. "Talk about double standards. There's no rule against helping out, but there's specifically a rule about you dressing sexy, and look what you're wearing."

"No there isn't," Susan said triumphantly. "I'll admit that there's a rule saying you can tell me what to wear, but you haven't done that." She frowned, realizing she'd just set herself up.

"Okay, I'm telling you right now to dress in something sexy." He pretended to be thinking about his options before getting an idea. "Oh, I know. The shiny red outfit that makes your boobs all extra bouncy."

Susan reflexively crossed her arms over her chest and covered her boobs with both hands, even though she wasn't topless. "Oh no! Not that one!"

She looked down and confirmed that Alan's erection was still sticking straight out through his fly, and was just as hard as ever.

Katherine had changed chairs to be opposite Alan, slouching down in hers while the other two were talking until one of her feet could reach his erection. Then she began sliding her foot all over it. She said, "Hey Bro! Look what I'm doing! Mom said no hands, but she didn't say anything about feet. How does this feel?"

He looked down and saw her second foot arrive.

Susan saw all that too. She clutched her arms to her chest even tighter than before, as if that could somehow stop her erect nipples from throbbing in time to the beat of her heart.

Soon both of Katherine's bare feet were rubbing up and down the sides of Alan's erection where it protruded from his fly. She didn't have the same control or pressure she could have had with hands, but there was a kind of charm nevertheless.

"It looks pretty weird," he admitted. "But it feels great. Mom, is this okay?"

Susan had to fight to control her breathing as she replied, "Well, no, not really. But I suppose I'll allow it if you don't make me wear that red outfit. Anything but that! Besides, it's Suzanne's and I think it's back at her house."

"Okay then, deal. But only if you wear one of your new see-through nighties instead."

"See-through nightie?! But that's even worse!" Her eyes were still glued to his crotch, which she watched in fascination as her daughter's feet rose and fell around his cock. At one point, Katherine tried to catch his boner in the gap between her big toe and her other toes, but there was no way it would fit.

Susan thought, That's such an inefficient method. My hands would be so much better. How does she expect to drain his heavy cum-filled balls like that? It's just not right! Tiger needs prolonged, intense stimulation. He needs my hands to slip and slide all over him, and rub his sweet spot hard and fast! ... Or my mouth... Yes, I'm thinking my mouth would be good... Better! Much, much better! Tiger needs me!

He insisted, "Well, Mom, a rule's a rule, and that's what I want you to wear."

Katherine could see how her mother's resistance was weakening the longer she kept staring at her son's hard dick. She could see from her mother's face that she was going to agree before too long. Knowing that Alan was too kind to push for more, she decided to try on his behalf to see what they could get away with. "Yeah, Mom. And since you're being so ornery about this, you have to put it on right here."

"Here? Angel..." Susan's face was growing flushed and her chest heaved with excitement. "Oh, very well. I suppose rules are rules. But really, that's no way to treat your mother. So very improper!" Her eyes went back and forth in time to Katherine's sliding feet.

She went upstairs looking dejected, but in fact she was feeling increasingly excited. Being "forced" to do things meant that she didn't have to take responsibility for her actions. That's why she didn't protest Katherine's requirement very much; on a subconscious level, she didn't want to win that fight.