6 Times a Day

Xania watched Susan come in from the waiting room and then closed the door behind her. Xania was still on an erotic high from her time with Alan and was ready for more sex. She turned to Susan and said expectantly, "Well, aren't you going to give me a hello kiss too?"

Susan was very hot and bothered from just necking with her son. She fully welcomed more kissing. "Oh. Right."

The two of them locked lips. Xania couldn't help but play with the buxom woman's tits a little bit, though she tried not to be obvious about it. Both of them were so endowed that it was impossible for them to kiss without rubbing their racks together, so Xania had an excuse to bring her hands up in an attempt to somehow attempt to "manage" their "girls".

As she furtively cupped Susan's melons from below, she thought, If I really were a psychologist, this is definitely the way to conduct counseling sessions! I'd just have to make sure all my clients looked as attractive as the Plummer family does. Hee-hee.

Midway through the kiss, she pulled back a bit and noted, "Susan, now that you're back here in the office, don't you want to make yourself more comfortable?"

Susan still wasn't thinking too sharply, so she just stared dumbly at Xania. She could smell the odor of sex in the office, but she wrongly attributed it to her own earlier activities there. She could smell Alan's essence like a shark detecting blood in the water from miles away, but she assumed this time that it was her obsessive imagination since she couldn't stop thinking about getting fucked by him. She was so distracted by the pheromones in her son's cum that she merely blinked and asked, "Beg your pardon?"

Xania prodded, "You know, get comfortable. In your chest area."

Susan smiled in happy understanding and unbuttoned her blouse so her ample jugs could spring free.

While Susan was undressing, Xania buttered her up by honestly commenting, "I'm not supposed to say what one patient tells me to another, but I don't see any problem in pointing out that Alan told me that he really truly loves your breasts."

Before Xania could say more, Susan excitedly asked, "REALLY?!"

"Really. He says he loves their shape and feel, as well as their size." Xania's hands immediately started to grope, exploring the fullness of Susan's magnificent globes. "He said he loves to do this to you." Again, Xania cupped Susan's globes from below, but this felt much, much better, skin on skin.

Susan purred, "Mmmm! Yes... I love it when he does that. He knows I'm extra sensitive on the undersides..."

Xania continued, "Yes. And he loves your extra sensitive nipples too." One of her hands went up to give a nipple a tweak. "He loves everything about them. He said you are, and I quote, 'his big-titted mommy.'"

Susan loved that, moaning with near-orgasmic joy, "Yesss... Yessss! I am his big-titted mommy! I belong to my handsome, sperm-filled son!"

Xania was angling to resume necking with Susan, so she said, "And he says he especially loves to kiss you while playing with your voluptuous body..." Naturally, as soon as she said that, she initiated another scorching hot kiss. Then she resumed their French kissing while continuing to fondle Susan's bare chest.

Susan seemed not to mind in the slightest, and in fact it seemed she expected it and welcomed it. To a large extent, she was imagining it was Alan caressing, kissing, and complimenting her, and that drove her arousal level sky high. Soon she was so aroused that she found herself grinding her rack into Xania's equally large one, as Xania's hands continuing to fondle her.

When she realized what she was doing, she still didn't stop. Instead, she commented between kisses, "You know, you have a pretty impressive chest yourself. I'll bet you my son noticed, and he liked what he saw!"

Xania chuckled, while twisting both of Susan's erect nipples. "He probably did."

Susan chuckled too. "Oh, he did, I'm sure. You'd better watch out. If you're not careful, or even if you are, you're liable to wind up naked and on your knees, with a big fat cock down your throat!"

Susan had a vision of Xania sucking Alan's boner in that exact manner, and it excited her so much that she attacked Xania's lips with yet another fevered kiss.

Xania was glad that she did, because Susan's fantasy was so close to what had just happened that Xania was worried her face would give away the truth somehow. That, in turn, could cause Susan to doubt Xania's credentials or at least her motives. But with the way Susan kissed and kissed, eye contact wasn't a problem for another couple of minutes.

It took all of Xania's strength to (eventually) pull away and sit down. Had she not just climaxed repeatedly from fucking Alan, she would have been helpless to stop herself from exploring every inch of Susan's marvelous body.

She actually had the chutzpah to ask, as if she were doing Susan a big favor by kissing and playing with her body, "There, now don't you feel better - more relaxed?"

"Definitely." Susan lay down on the couch again, her breasts still fully exposed (although she kept her blouse on loosely over her shoulders). She remained extremely relaxed and open to Xania's suggestions. "I have to admit, I was very worried about coming here. But Xania, you've just been soooo helpful and wonderful. I already can't thank you enough."

Her eyes lit up as a new thought hit her. "Ooooh! How did things go with Alan? Can you tell me any more about that?"

Xania decided to have a little fun with the answer, since she'd been told by Suzanne that Susan was generally clueless about sexual innuendo. "Alan and I just had a very penetrating discussion. Extremely penetrating and probing. I think I understand the position you're often in much better now. In fact, both Alan and Katherine were very frank with me, and they've given me permission to tell you all the ins and outs of what they told me. Both say they have no problem having sex with each other or with you, and I believe them. In particular, Alan really pounded his sexual position into me most emphatically. I think I have his position well in hand now."

Xania had a hard time not snickering. She was greatly amused by her double meanings, even though she knew she was being a bit childish. She was beyond pleased at how the day had gone so far; she truly hadn't had this much fun in years.

Susan asked, "I know we discussed this earlier, but is it REALLY okay if my son has sex with me?"

Xania stared at her intently, as if trying through force of will to make Susan understand how emphatically she felt about this. "In a word, yes!"

But Susan still had trouble believing it. "So what you're saying is that it's okay to commit incest? With my son? With my daughter? With both of them, even?!"

Xania replied casually, "Let's not use the word incest, since that's such a loaded term. Plus, they're not related to you or each other genetically. I'm just saying that it's up to you. If you want to, you can. I don't see any insurmountable moral dilemmas. And I don't see any serious psychological problems on their side, if they continue to handle this in a mature fashion."

"Oh doctor! That's so wonderful!" Susan grabbed both of her bare breasts and clutched them tightly. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Alan holding them as he straddled himself over her for his daily motherfucking.

But Xania said, "Hold on. I do see some things that need fixing, however. Most importantly, you need to resolve your lingering religious issues, and I'm not the person for that."

"True," Susan said a bit sadly.

"That said, there are more things we need to discuss and work on. For instance, your sense of losing control of the situation, of helplessly falling down a slippery slope of desire. We need to discuss how you can assert greater control in your life. Someone needs to drill some discipline into you. You definitely need a good drilling."

She decided to have more fun with the obviously verbally naïve Susan. "Or, instead of a slippery slope, we can picture it as a tunnel. You were going down a tunnel of despair, weren't you?"

"Oh yes." Susan nodded her head emphatically, which caused the usual jiggles and wobbles. Xania found herself talking to Susan's constantly enticing chest.

"You went deeper and deeper down that tunnel. No relief from the daily grind. But then you pulled out, right? You would change your attitude and pull out."

"Yes."

"But then you'd find yourself plunging in again. And then out. In and out of the slippery-sloped tunnel. That especially typifies your relationship with Alan, correct? In and out of the slippery tunnel, over and over?"

"Oh yes!" Susan suddenly found the room getting hotter, though she couldn't figure out why. It seemed that being merely topless wasn't enough. Her skirt and undies chafed at her skin, so she pulled on them nervously.

Xania thought, Damn, this is fun! I can't believe she hasn't seen through my double meanings! How can a woman be so sexually innocent yet such a raging, incestuous nymphomaniac? I will not be able to thank Suzanne enough for this day. This woman is such a sex bomb. It's a good thing Alan totally wiped me out with an excellent fucking. As tired as I am, I'm still sorely tempted to get up and DO this gorgeous nympho, who's just sitting there tormenting me with her naked tits. I'd love to go wild all over her!

I should talk to Suzanne about having a follow-up session. Yes. A follow-up with no limits on what I can do to the whole family. Yes! That's a most excellent idea! I'll hold off now if I can really go to town later. Who knows, I might even be able to give them some good advice along the way.

She dropped her covert word play and tried to turn the discussion into something serious and meaningful. "It's time to stop with your uncertainty and mood swings. I say: accept that it is your fate to get fucked by your son! We already know that it's your fate to sexually serve him in every way short of that, so why not that too? Be honest, truly honest: is it not inevitable? Is it not your destiny?"

Susan whispered, "Perhaps. Perhaps!" She was still struggling with the enormity of this way of thinking.

"I believe it is," Xania said confidently. "You're not just helping him with his medical problem, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've already gone far beyond just trying to help him cum six times a day. You told me earlier that you're proud to be one of his personal cocksuckers. This has become a passion for you, a calling even. Perhaps you could even call serving your son's cock your true vocation."

Susan pondered that. Hmmm. Yes. I know it seems extreme, but it seems so right! Help me, Lord! Is serving Tiger's cock my true calling? If not, give me a sign!

Xania asked, "What would you do if he was declared cured and he didn't need help to reach that six-times-a-day goal anymore?"

Susan's eyes widened in alarm. "I... I'd be devastated!"

"You see? This is your calling and your destiny. So don't be halfway about it. No more wishy-washy waffling. Your pussy properly belongs to your son, along with the rest of you. You know in your heart that it's true, so stop trying to fight it! Embrace it! Be the best big-titted, well-fucked mommy slut that you can possibly be!"

Susan was floored by the force of that argument. She loved Xania's advice more than ever.