6 Times a Day

Suzanne and Katherine had arranged a bit of a trick before they'd gone outside. They'd worked out a way to talk extensively about Alan's cock to get Susan more worked up.

Suzanne started it by saying, "My, my. Looks like Sweetie is hard, as usual." She was lying face down, but she could feel it had slipped out of his swimsuit and was rubbing against her thighs. "Angel, didn't you just take care of him a short while ago?"

"I sure did, and it was fantastic. As usual. I'm pretty proud of myself, because I sucked and stroked and titfucked that big monster cock for a good forty minutes, at the very least! I don't think I could ever get bored with putting my brother's thick, wide, fuck-pole deep in my-"

"Angel!" Susan chided. "Please! Let's have some decorum. Let's not forget the boundaries. There's no need to talk about that kind of thing." Her prudish nature was back in full force in the group setting, at least on the surface.

"But, Mom, there is. I'm concerned."

Susan sat up, now worried.

Katherine continued, "I'm concerned about the state of his penis. As you know, I've given him handjobs and blowjobs before. Quite a few before we were even caught, as you now know. But today his penis seemed even bigger than before. Thicker. Longer. Tastier. I honestly think it must be changing."

Susan still looked worried, but she also unconsciously licked her lips. She continued to shift in her chair, as if she couldn't ever get comfortable.

Katherine went on, "And his endurance! Geez! It's unbelievable. It wears my mouth out. I mean, I licked and licked and sucked and sucked for the better part of an HOUR, like I said, and I almost gave up before I could get him to cum. My mouth was simply tired out. It was like a race to get him to cum before I ran out of energy, and he very nearly won. Can you imagine that happening to you? Can you imagine being totally defeated and conquered by his powerful cock?"

Susan found her pussy growing moist, for some reason. Dear Lord, yes! It defeats me pretty much every single day!

Katherine continued, "His penis is so huge already, but it seems to be growing even thicker and longer. I'm thinking all the rubbing and sucking is making it grow permanently! What do you think?"

"It's possible," Susan conceded, suddenly wiggling about in her chair even more than before. The others insisted his penis was eight inches long, but Susan was convinced it must be ten, at the very least. She guessed maybe they hadn't measured it recently if it was still growing. "When I bobbed on it this morning, I must admit it did seem extra thick, and long, and even extra tasty. But that could just be my imagination." She turned to Suzanne. "What do you think?"

Suzanne turned her head Susan's way and showed a grave expression. "I'm afraid it could be growing. Think about what some people do to their ears, where they put in bigger and bigger earrings until their earlobes hang down many inches. Or think about those women in Burma who wear neck rings that make their necks longer. Or foot binding in China. The fact is, we've been keeping Sweetie's dick full and stiff a lot lately. We've been sucking and stroking it quite a bit. For instance, Susan, recall how you gave him a combo titfuck and blowjob earlier today that lasted for well over half an hour. He said that your prolonged efforts to service his big fat thickness were quite impressive. Is that true?"

Susan was torn between pride and embarrassment. "Well, uh, yes... I suppose I did okay... but do we really have to talk about that here? It's terribly improper!" She shyly covered her chest even as she hungrily licked her lips.

Suzanne hid a snicker. "No, of course not. It's just that we're worrying about whether it's getting bigger. Susan, think about how it feels to have his thick, powerful rod in your mouth. Think about how wide you have to stretch your jaw to cram it in. Think about how your lips feel sliding over his sweet spot, and how his pre-cum steadily dribbles out. Then compare that to how it felt when you first started sucking him. What do YOU think? Is it bigger now?"

Susan pondered that. "I don't know. It could be!" She didn't say much, because she was off in fantasy land. She wiggled and writhed in her lounge chair, staring at his exposed erection with undisguised longing. She was salivating so much that she was practically drooling.

Katherine went on, "Personally, I think it IS getting bigger. I can barely fit it in my mouth as it is!"

Susan pleaded, "Can we please talk about something else?" She was managing not to touch her nipples or pussy, but she didn't know how long she could hold out.

Suzanne said, "But this is a serious concern. What if the more we suck it, the bigger and thicker it gets? Susan, do you think it could reach a point where you couldn't fit it in your mouth?"

Susan gaped in dismay, even as her arousal continued to grow. She unthinkingly opened her mouth as wide as possible to test just how much larger than would be.

Katherine continued, "I'm wondering if it'll reach a point where he simply won't be able to fuck a woman with his oversized tool. I imagine it could barely fit into a vagina now, and if it did, it would fill it up and push against the sides and ram against the back so much that it would practically seem like giving birth. Imagine that feeling of fullness! Think about the poor woman who gets fucked by that monster cock! Can you just imagine screaming out in orgasmic ecstasy as he practically splits you in two? It must be ten inches long now or more!"

Of course Alan's dick hadn't actually grown in any way, although his endurance was continually improving. But this is what Suzanne had told Katherine to say to get Susan worked up and to start talking about fucking a little bit. And it worked only too well.

Susan wanted this conversation to end, and fast. She was getting so aroused that it was embarrassing, especially since she knew the others could almost certainly smell her wetness. So she complained, "Angel, what you're saying is impossible. Nobody's penis just up and grows a couple of inches overnight, or even in a few days. Really! You're too much. His marvelous cock, er, member, has simply been ten inches long for some time now, like I've said all along. Maybe it's grown a LITTLE, but the reason you have such trouble sucking on it is because it's so incredibly huge and yummy to begin with." She spaced out as she recalled her first blowjobs with him. One of her hands drifted to her own pussy, but then her other hand pulled it away.

She snapped to, and added, "In any case, we're outdoors. Anyone could hear us. Please don't talk like that about your brother's-"

"Mom, it's so true! I tell you, it's getting bigger. WAY bigger. Don't you agree, Aunt Suzy?"

Susan saw Suzanne nod.

Suzanne then lied authoritatively, "Susan, sometimes this can happen. Think about your private parts. Aren't your tits, ass, and pussy always kind of tingly and ready for action these days? I know mine are. Aren't you always thinking about how good it would feel to have your son penetrate you in all kinds of exciting ways?"

Susan nodded shamefully.

"Well, when a man is similarly and constantly stimulated twenty-four hours a day, his penis tends to just get bigger and bigger, in the same way that your nipples are almost always hard and your pussy lips are almost always engorged, wet, and ready to be fucked hard."

"Wow. Is that really true? I didn't know that." Susan considered, I AM always tingly and ready for action. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a package of tits, ass, and pussy put together, because all three spots are on fire all day long and they do most of the thinking for me. At least when I'm in a horny fog, which seems to be most of the time lately. It sounds bad when I put it that way, but I like it! Lord, help me! I should be ashamed that I've become one of my son's official personal cocksuckers, but the truth is, nothing makes me happier!

Katherine enthused, "Measure it yourself, Mom. Would you like me to get a ruler, so you could take his giant organ in your hand and hold it against the ruler? Do you want to take it in both hands and rub his fuck stick thoroughly so it gets as long and thick as it can get, and then you can measure it at its maximum size? And while you're at it, test if his cum is getting tastier too!"

"Yes! God yes! ... I mean, no. Maybe... No. I... I shouldn't! That would be terribly improper outside the house like this." Susan was writhing about in her lounge chair so much that it was almost comical, providing absolute and direct evidence to the contrary of what she'd just said. She desperately wanted the conversation to change before she was forced to rub her clit openly, but she feared the humiliation that would happen if she were to wantonly cry out in orgiastic bliss in front of the others.

She looked from face to face, wishing she could just be alone with her son, so she could "measure" the girth of his erection with her hands and mouth. "And Angel! Don't call his big cock a 'fuck stick!' Oh, my!" she gasped with realization of her own lewd language. "I just said...! Please watch your language. In any case, I'm sorry, but it just doesn't get that long. And how could his spermy goodness possibly get even tastier? That's pure silliness. It's as delicious as it could possibly be already!"

Suzanne said gravely, "I'm not sure about it getting longer, or tastier. But one thing we can all agree on is that his stamina is growing. Look at today. From what I understand, each of us sucked and stroked him for at least half an hour per session. Think about that. Then think about how his stamina was even a couple of weeks ago. And yet I can feel that his huge pole is as stiff as an iron bar right now, poking me just below my ass. Now, project that difference into the future. Why, Susan, consider that it probably won't be long before you're sucking on him for an hour or two at a time!"

Susan's eyes bugged out, while her bikini bottoms got a lot wetter.

Suzanne went on, "Picture it: sucking his fat cock for two hours, non-stop! Can you imagine kneeling before him, wearing nothing but your high heels as usual, slathering his hot pole with your tongue and your sliding lips for two solid hours? Perhaps several times a day? Can you imagine the endless bobbing? Or the ache in your jaw, and the ache in your stroking fingers? Or how much cum would splatter all over your face when he finally blew his load on you?"

There was a long pause, until Susan realized they were waiting for a response from her. She stammered, "That would, uh, certainly, um, be, uh..." She wanted to say something like "lovely" or even "paradise," but she had a nagging feeling that she was supposed to be upset by that for some reason. In the end, she didn't finish her thought. She knew that the only thing stopping her from cramming his hot rod in her mouth already was the fact that Katherine and Suzanne were with her.

Katherine spoke up. "Getting back to the growth issue, maybe it's your technique, Mom. Maybe Aunt Suzy and I know how to make it get longer and harder than you do." She had gotten quite worked up with her own talk, so she hefted her bikini-clad tits with both hands.

Susan didn't seem to notice the movement, and replied hotly, "That's absurd! Why, I'll tell you, it gets PLENTY long when it's all slicked up and sliding around in my soft hands. And when I put it in my mouth, you should hear how happily he grunts and moans!" She launched into a spirited defense of her oral skills.

The conversation soon went into detailed discussions of various handjob and blowjob techniques, and that turned into a heated debate as to who was the best cocksucker. (No one directly made that claim, but they all tooted their own skills, knowing full well that Alan was listening.)

This was just as Suzanne had planned. The idea was to keep the conversation sexual at all times, to continually raise the heat and sexual tension until Susan's "boundaries" were left in the dust.

Even though Alan was there, the women ignored him almost completely (not counting their many glances at his bare chest and his throbbing erection). No one solicited his opinion on such questions as to who could blow him the best, as they all knew he would give a diplomatic, complimentary reply and avoid comparisons, trying to keep them all happy.

Soon Susan and Katherine were writhing around, rubbing their privates against hard corners of their lounge chairs at every opportunity. The brazenness of their behavior was limited only by their concerns about what they could get away with. Susan didn't want to be seen as a hypocrite after telling the others to cool it, and Katherine didn't want to get in trouble again with her mother.

Meanwhile, Suzanne had more pleasant rubbing to contend with.

Alan continued to apply lotion to Suzanne's fabulous body. He spent even more time on her front side than he had on her back. Starting from her legs, he saved the best for last: her giant pale jugs. They were completely unencumbered by any fabric, yet still stood out so stiffly that it seemed as if they must be fake.

He spent a lot of time getting to know them better than ever before. He pinched or brushed over her nipples at every semi-plausible opportunity.

Wanting to draw Susan's attention in particular, Suzanne acted incredulous about what he was doing. "Sweetie! You're taking my breasts and hefting them and kneading them so strongly! Then the way you're pulling on my nipples, I really don't know."

He wasn't sure what she meant, and asked, "You don't know what?"

Suzanne could see that Susan and Katherine were both sitting up in their chairs as they panted while watching Alan's squeezing hands very intently.

Suzanne winked at Alan in such a way that the others couldn't see, and asked, "Would you treat your mother's big tits like this? Would you show them this kind of sexy disrespect?"

He caught on enough to reply, "Well, actually, yes. The way I figure it, I basically own Mom's tits and can do whatever I want to them."

Susan gasped so loudly that it was nearly a scream. If she'd been willing to touch her clit, she would have climaxed on the spot.

Suzanne just acted as if she were more shocked. "I suppose it's true you pretty much do own her tits."

Susan held her breath. It's true! It's true! He does! SO HOT! And he owns the rest of me too!

Suzanne continued, "But would you just tug and pull and heft and lick her defenseless hooters until her pussy was gushing with a frantic, fantastic orgasm?"

He was inspired to fondle Suzanne's rack more intently with both hands as he answered, "Yep. Definitely." He bent his head and conspicuously gave each of Suzanne's nipples an enthusiastic lick.

That caused her ass to jerk up. Her back arched and she convulsively grabbed the armrests. (She didn't have to act that, since she was getting seriously worked up by his tit-play.)

Both of the watching women gasped, almost in unison, making Alan smile all the more. He was finally catching on to Suzanne's game, and running with it more than she expected.

Then he came up with the good idea of saying to Susan, "I should be done here before long. If you take your top off, I'll do you next."

Susan quickly took her top off. But Katherine was even faster. The two of them got into a brief argument over who would get the next turn, which was unresolved, since Alan was almost certainly going to be the one to make the decision.

Susan was secretly pleased to get topless - her erect nipples had practically been calling out for it. But, in an effort to maintain some level of decorum, and especially because she was getting too excited to know whether she was coming or going, she covered her rack with her arms, and said, "Okay, Tiger, I think you've gotten Suzanne's big tits, er, breasts, more than thoroughly covered with lotion already! And I don't see how licking her nipples helped at all."

Suzanne panted a reply, "Ah, I don't, uhh, know - my skin is so pale there. Oooh. It pays to be extra careful." Of course, her skin was equally pale everywhere. She added teasingly, "I think someone is just too eagerly waiting for her turn."

"It'll be sunset before the poor boy finishes, at this rate," Susan grumbled as she dodged the comment.

By this time, she wanted Alan so much that she could literally taste his cum in her mouth. Her whole body wiggled and writhed like she was dancing in her seat. She clenched her legs together fiercely and repeatedly to prevent herself from touching herself down below, but all the rubbing of thighs only spurred her arousal. Most importantly, from Suzanne's point of view, Susan was far too hot and bothered to enforce her boundaries much anymore.