6 Times a Day

Iveyflame Special [ 9 / 15 ]

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Susan said, "Now then. We're a normal family eating a normal dinner. So can we please focus on talking about something else at the table other than sucking Tiger's Popsicle? Um, I mean, uh, orally stimulating his member?"

"Sure. But Mom, I want to make clear that you said you're weak, and you're not weak at all." He took the first bite of his lasagna, then continued, "This week I'm going to need all of the strength and help I can get. Remember that my Boy Scout hike is coming up next weekend? I'm going to be gone all of Saturday and Sunday. That means I'll probably need to aim for seven or eight times a day for the weeks before and after, since I'll be lucky to have even one orgasm on each of those scout-trip days."

Alan had been in the Boy Scouts for years and had recently become an Eagle Scout. Now, at age eighteen, he'd become an Explorer Scout, helping the scoutmasters. But ever since he had begun his "treatment" he had been neglecting the Scouts. He'd realized that he had to go on this camping trip or he'd be in serious trouble with his scouting troop.

"Oh my!" Susan exclaimed. "Oh dear." The implications sank in as she happily imagined blowing her son that many times a day. Too much was not enough for her. In her current mood at least, she could literally suck him off a dozen times a day and still want more.

Her pussy throbbed and her nipples grew harder than ever, but she clenched her legs and tried to ignore the way her mouth was watering. "Oh dear. Tiger, that's going to be really tough. My jaw hurts from just thinking about it. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

"I don't know. Just averaging six times a day is REALLY hard. As you know, even though today has been an exceptional day so far, I was below target the last couple of days. So you can see I'm really going to need a lot of help. Especially from you and Aunt Suzy, since you won't let Sis here help much. Not to mention the sheer amount of time it takes to get sucked off so many times! Luckily this is a weekend, so we can really take time to enjoy ourselves. But how can I manage so many times a day during the school week?"

He continued, "I'm thinking that sometimes it would be helpful if someone could just milk me with me hardly noticing. Like, for instance, if I'm doing my homework, Mom, and you come up and jack me off and I never even stop doing my homework the whole time. Remember how Akami said that prolonged stimulation was essential."

"I don't know, Tiger," said a visibly worried Susan. "I'm supposed to be punishing you, even if it's only until Tuesday... I promise that when Tuesday comes around I'll really help you out a lot..."

He could see she was wavering. "You just said the punishment was for blowjobs only. But in any case, you'll hardly let Sis touch me, and you won't touch me now, so are you expecting Aunt Suzy to do everything? She's here some of the time, but not all the time. Like, she's never over in the mornings, and I need a lot of help then. I can barely make six as it is; how can I do seven or eight without a lot of help from more than just her?"

Susan fretted. Having her son cum many times a day had become very important to her. "I don't know, Tiger. But you've hardly eaten a bite yet. Is this really an appropriate topic for our dinner conservation?"

So they changed topics and finished dinner.

When it was over, Susan went back to her room to change. Despite the compliments, she already felt overdressed. Despite most of the dinner being fairly normal, she still felt a strong erotic desire that just wouldn't go away. Screw this "normal clothes" shit! she cursed to herself as she stood before her dressing closet.

Who needs all that heavy clothing? We live in Southern California. Clothes are unnecessary in this weather. There's a big, powerful cock in this house needing to be pleasured and stroked and sucked. He has serious NEEDS! With Angel out there as competition, I'd better wear something that'll allow more "accidents" so he'll notice ME. Let's see... This'll do. She grabbed the lowest cut dress she could find and put it on.

Alan and Katherine were eating watermelon and canteloupe slices for dessert as Susan came back into the dining room and sat down. She said, "Now, where were we? Now that dinner is over, we were going to finish our discussion about penis stimulation."

Alan smiled to see Susan's revealing new outfit, but he didn't comment on it. "I think we were near a decision. Come on Mom, what'll it be? Can't you help out more, or have Sis help out more, or both?"

"Hmmm... I don't know," she said uncertainly. Despite her cocksucking lust, she felt the parental need to follow through on her punishments. She hoped to at least make it without blowing him until Tuesday. "What if you just have Suzanne help you a couple of times a day, and 'do your thing' to make up the difference? For the next two days?"

Susan was sitting in her usual place at the head of the table, while Alan and Katherine sat on either side of her, as they usually did. She leaned forward as if deeply engrossed in the topic, which caused her skimpy periwinkle-blue dress to slide down, making her bountiful mounds spill forward, exposing them fully to his eyes.

Despite all her talk about wanting to act like a normal family, she had specifically changed into that dress just so it could slip down in this manner. Her face looked demure, but her erect nipples betrayed her excitement.

The fact was, she still had an erotic buzz she couldn't shake. It had started when they were hanging out by the pool in the afternoon and it had never really gone away. Alan's ass fondling before dinner got the buzz humming even louder, but then they'd been interrupted by Suzanne before the two of them could get off. Furthermore, the fact that he had been doing things to her right in front of Suzanne and Katherine turned her on even more. The idea of being ravished by him in a crowded public space kept intruding on her thoughts.

It was all he could do not to reach out and pinch his mother's nipples. But he was equally distracted by his sister, sitting across the table from him. She'd cleverly changed clothes too when Susan went upstairs. Now she wore a thin top which barely had enough fabric to not qualify as see-through. Worse (or better, depending on one's point of view), it was about two sizes too large, so one or the other of the two shoulder straps kept falling off her shoulders almost every time she took another bite to eat. This frequently caused her top to fall down enough to completely expose a boob.

He finally tore his attention from his mother's and sister's tits long enough to answer, "Mom, you actually want me to masturbate? To commit the sin of Onan? I'm shocked!"

She crumbled, putting her face in her hands. "No, of course not! I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. What if Suzanne and I just jack you off a lot?"

"Um, Mom, we could try that, but let's face it: my stamina is growing. Would that really be enough to always get me off? Besides, my dick might get seriously chafed. Remember what Akami said about the difference between a hand and a mouth when it comes to chafing."

Katherine giggled at the apparently absurd notion of cock chafing. However, she quickly controlled herself, and said as seriously as she could, "That's a big problem, Bro. Are you sure it isn't chafed already? Maybe we should take a look."

He looked to his mother for permission.

She coughed nervously. "Ah, yes. I think that, uh, for medical reasons, it's good to see its condition now before we consider our future options. We do have to consider the, uh, chafing... problem."

So he unzipped his pants and released his eager boner. Since he'd just finished eating his dessert, he pulled his chair away from the table (and closer to his mother) so the other two could have a good view of his cock.

It was as if he'd hit a button controlling his mother labeled "pant". Susan's chest immediately began heaving as her breath became heavy and ragged from seeing his mouthwateringly tempting cock-meat so close to her. With all that movement, her dress slid down to her stomach.

Alan felt that he could watch his mother's heaving naked breasts for hours. He eventually tore his eyes away long enough to look back at his sister's chest, and noticed a similar reaction. It was almost comical how loudly the two of them were now panting and how much their big globes were bouncing up and down.

In fact, Susan got so horny so quickly that it was all she could do not to reach into his lap and start stroking. But she still had enough of her old mindset to worry about doing that with Katherine right there. So instead, she said, "Tiger, why don't you scoot up to the table there, and I'll get you both some homemade cookies."

She didn't really want to get them cookies, as they'd just had dessert and she tried to limit their sweets, but it was an excuse for her to get away from him before she did something rash. She stood up to go.

He replied, "Okay, but you know there's a certain morning alarm clock that I've been greatly missing. Honestly. I thought after Tuesday that maybe I'd wake to that more often."

Susan gasped and fled to the kitchen, tightly clutching her big, bouncing breasts.

Once Susan reached the kitchen, she more or less composed herself, even to the point of pulling her dress back up enough to cover her nipples. Then, after a few more deep breaths to gird herself for the process, she returned to the dining room with a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies.

Alan had scooted all the way forward, so Susan couldn't see into his lap from where she now sat. But what she didn't know was that while she was in the kitchen, Katherine had started to play footsie with her brother's dick. Alan had changed position to help facilitate his sister's movements.

As it was, Katherine had needed to slump in her chair, acting as if she were really full, in order to reach across the wide table. Her bare foot had found his exposed dick and trapped it against his thigh. As she built up a good rhythm of pressing down on it and rubbing, she couldn't help but briefly let out a wicked smile.

Susan was still too flustered by her own desires to notice.

Alan wolfed down a couple of cookies while slouched back in his own chair, giving his sister's foot even better access. Both kids looked as if they were stuffed after eating a marvelous repast, slouching back to provide extra room for their swollen stomachs.

Alan spread his legs even wider. That allowed Katherine to experiment with two feet on his hard-on at once. It wasn't easy, especially with an unsuspecting Susan sitting so close, but Katherine managed to trap his dick with one foot and rub it against that foot with her other one. After a bit, she concluded that the two-footed approach wasn't worth all the extra effort and risk, so she returned to rubbing his stiffness against his thigh with just the one foot.

She commented, "Hey, Bro, I'll bet it feels good to relax after a nice meal like that."

"Oh, it sure does, Sis. It feels incredible. You have no idea how good." Of course, they were talking about the footjob, but their mother didn't know that.

"Oh, I think I have some idea," she winked. "It's good to kick back and relax. You know, stretch your feet out and take a load off." She gave his dick an extra hard rub at that moment to make sure he understood what load she wanted to get off.

His eyes went wide at her innuendo and daring rubbing, but he recovered quickly. "I don't know if I'm ready to take a load off just yet. Let's not rush it." He turned to Susan and said, "Boy, Mom, that lasagna really was good. And homemade cookies again!"

He had good reason to praise her. Ever since Ron had returned to Asia, it seemed that she was cooking Alan's favorite dishes and making special desserts every night. The house was overflowing with homemade cookies in particular. She smiled widely at his compliment. She couldn't explain why, but lately she was extremely eager to please him in all things. She was also thinking on some level that the more he ate, the more sexual energy and cum he could produce.

He added, "Now that I'm done, can I get Sis's attention properly?"

She frowned at that. "Certainly not! I said-"

"You said," he interrupted, "and I quote, 'The proper time for that is after dinner.' So we're just obeying your instructions from earlier."

Susan wrinkled her brow in consternation, trapped by her own words. She was mostly worried that the sight of more sexual fun would get her too aroused again. She wavered. "I don't know. Angel is still eating a cookie, and I-"

Before Susan could get any further, Katherine took that as a yes and yelped in glee. Then she said, "Don't worry, Mom; I'm all done." She stuffed the rest of the cookie into her mouth, then with a mouthful of cookie she mumbled, "Come over here, Bro." Under the table, she removed her foot from his crotch so he could stand.

He walked around to the other side of the table to sit next to his sister. He stepped out of his already-opened pants as he got up, so that his stiff erection was unencumbered, allowing it to bounce lewdly as he walked.

"Tiger!" Susan complained. "Your pants!" She'd managed to calm down a bit while she was in the kitchen, but her boobs resumed heaving as she watched her son's dick bounce right past her.

He deliberately made it worse by pausing right in front of her. With his dick nearly at her eye level, he reached forward and grabbed another cookie.

Susan grasped at her chest as if struggling for air, which caused her low-cut dress to fall below her nipples again. For once, she hadn't done it on purpose; she was just reacting and clutching instinctively, and the dress did the rest.