6 Times a Day

'Someone' Special [ 17 / 20 ] 4K words

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A couple of minutes later, both of them heard the garage door opening, announcing Susan's return from church.

Alan was still lifting his sister up and down over his erection. "Did you hear that? We really have to stop fucking."

"Yep, we sure do," Katherine agreed. "One of these days." She giggled and kept right on with her now-expert counter-thrusting.

"No, I mean right now. We can't have Mom catch us like this! She's home from CHURCH!"

"Okay. Just as soon as we hear her get to the top of the stairs."

"You see, evil Sis? You're pure evil. This is why I wouldn't allow us to fuck at home."

"Okay, okay. Geez! Fine. Let's stop then. Whatever you want, as long as you don't extend that ban."

Quite a few moments went by as they continued to fuck.

He finally noted the obvious: "We're not stopping." His hips still swayed in and out of his sister as if someone else was controlling them. He contemplated simply giving up and shooting his cum into his sister, and even by thinking those thoughts he found it was starting to happen.

"You're right," she giggled.

"Good God! I really CAN hear her coming up the stairs! Please stop NOW! I don't have the willpower!" He was coming extremely close to cumming now, and had to decide if he'd have enough time to do it before Susan came upstairs. He had a vision of Susan steaming while she watched her son buckling over and over as he shot his seed into his sister and he decided that he shouldn't risk it.

With great reluctance and willpower, and more than a little bit of frantic PC muscle squeezing, he managed to stave off the imminent climax.

Somehow, together, they managed to pull themselves apart. The sound of Susan walking down the hallway towards them gave them the proper motivation to act and act fast. But there was no time by now to get out of the shower together, especially since they were using Susan's larger bathroom.

Katherine figured, If we're gonna get caught, I might as well have fun while it lasts.

Alan stood to leave, but Katherine got in his way: she got down on her knees and began sucking his dick yet again.

Susan walked into her bedroom a few seconds later, still fully dressed in her church clothes.

Alan yelled out a friendly "Hi Mom!" while he continued to try in vain to push Katherine's head away with his hands.

Katherine was prepared for that, and latched on like a leech.

The bathroom door wasn't even closed, so Susan walked over and took a look at her children. She wasn't even particularly surprised at what she saw. "What do we have here?" she asked in a discouraged voice. She was dressed in her formal church-appropriate clothes, and she hadn't even had a chance to take her bra and panties off yet.

"Um, we're just helping each other shower," Alan answered lamely. There was no denying that Katherine was lovingly bobbing on his dick, especially since she was being deliberately noisy in doing so.

However, he wasn't terribly worried about it. It was one thing to be caught fucking, but now that he was able to think a bit more rationally, he realized Susan really couldn't complain about this.

Susan put her hands on her hips, slightly miffed. "I can see that. Looks like some people, and especially some body parts, are getting much more help than others." Her eyes were fastened on Katherine's steadily bobbing head.

"Yeah, well, you know how it goes," he replied, still awkwardly. "But really, we're washing too." He realized that he still held a bar of strawberry-scented soap in his hand, leaned down, and began scrubbing his sister's shoulders with it.

"You two," Susan tsk-tsked. "You realize I'm not in the mood? I'm not back from church five minutes and I see this kind of debauchery. I can't even sit in my own bedroom and contemplate today's excellent sermon?"

A very long pause ensued, for a minute or more. Katherine kept on sucking and Susan kept on staring. Alan had been exceedingly close to cumming before Susan came in, and now he was right back on the verge of a climax, thanks to the talented things Katherine's lips were doing, plus the fact that Susan was watching.

Although Susan wasn't in an aroused mood, she had fully internalized her "personal cocksucker" role, so she couldn't help but watch and judge Katherine's efforts with an almost professional interest. Hmmm. She's got a steady fhythm going, for sure, but she's varying things up just enough to keep him on his toes. I like that. And I really like how she's so into it that she hasn't opened her eyes to look at me even for a second. That shows the proper personal cocksucker spirit! She's totally devoted to his pleasure. Good girl!

On the other hand, she's only stroking him with one hand, which is a bit lax. But if she plays with herself from time to time to keep her arousal sky high, that's okay. I do that a lot too, Besides, it's clear that he's riiiiight on the edge. A second hand playing with his balls or something like that just might push him over.

Susan continued to eye them critically, but finally said, "I should be mad, but on reflection there's nothing to be mad about. Angel, I'm proud of you. We have a terribly cum-filled boy here, and you're helping to purge him of all that nasty sperm. Thank you."

She finally broke a smile, because she couldn't contain her happiness from seeing Alan's boner being "properly" taken care of.

For some reason, Alan found Susan's words too arousing to handle. He suddenly grabbed Katherine's head and gasped, "Strategic pause! Strategic pause! Quick! Pull away!"

Katherine did, pulling her lips all the way off his hard-on with an audible pop.

He clutched his legs together as if trying not to pee, and managed to stave off the climax yet again. The truth was he was so good at his PC muscle control that he was almost always able to delay gratification if he wanted to badly enough. Physically, most any male could do it if they practiced enough. He differed from most men mainly in fully understanding that much better rewards came to those who waited, and having the dedication to build up his skills and then use them. It helped that he had so many women encouraging him to practice frequently while putting high expectations on him that he strived to live up to.

Katherine looked up at Susan and waved. "Hey, Mom. How was church?" She lifted up and revealed to her mother that it held a bar of lemon-scented soap. She began scrubbing the front of Alan's thighs, since they were right in front of her.

"Hi, Angel," Susan mumbled. "Pretty good." Whatever religious mood she had was rapidly being replaced by insatiable lust. Drawn like a moth to flame, she slowly drew closer and closer without even realizing what she was doing. She began peeling off layers of clothing, since, shower or no shower, she wasn't allowed to wear underwear in the house. She felt remiss for not taking them off when next to the underwear cabinet by the door.

Katherine asked her in a matter-of-fact way, "Mom, why is it that Brother always holds back from cumming? I mean, I love it, most of the time, but sometimes it's just so frustrating. I want that cum! You know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean," Susan answered as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Isn't it incredible that he managed not to cum just now? I could see he was so close. Knowing him, he'll probably get a second wind, practically forcing you to start over. But I have a theory that the harder you fight for the cum, the yummier the taste treat in the end."

"Mmmm. That's true," Katherine agreed as she ran her tongue up and down his wet thighs.

Katherine was watching Susan undress. When she saw Susan's bra straps come into view, she asked, "Mom! Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see you wearing a bra?"

Susan sighed. "I know, I know. I'm wearing panties too."

"NO!" Katherine said in a theatrically scandalized voice.

Susan dropped her head in shame. "I know. I'm so bad. But I just came home from church, and I went straight to my bedroom to change. Isn't that good enough?"

"I don't think so," Katherine said critically. "What if I wasn't home and Brother had a terrible case of blue balls that was so bad he sought you out as soon as you came in through the door? Think how long it would take before you'd be in any shape to titfuck him. For SHAME!"

Susan blushed at her "failure," and redoubled her efforts to quickly take the rest of her clothes off, as if to make up for it.

Katherine added to Alan, "I think Mom might need a spanking for breaking the rules. What do you think?" She was still frustrated that Susan got out of the spanking she wanted to give her on Thursday, due to the French kissing deal she'd made with her instead. She was hoping that not only could Susan get spanked again, but that she'd get to be the one who administered it.

"I don't know," he replied uncertainly. "I think she can get a pass this time, since she did just come from church."

Katherine thought, D'oh! Brother, why are you being so nice? Don't let her off the hook. Get her all submissive and horny!

Susan said, "Thank you, Tiger." But the mere reminder that he controlled what she wore and could spank her if he wanted to, at any time, fired her lust considerably. She was actually a bit disappointed that he was lenient.

Had Alan been on top of his mental game, he would have taken full advantage of Katherine's opening to embarrass and thus arouse Susan to get her fully involved. But he was in a daze, due to still recovering from very nearly cumming.

Before long, Susan stood nude. She told herself that she was merely halfway in the process of changing into some more casual clothes. But doing that would involve walking to walk to her dresser to get the clothes. If she went to that part of the room she wouldn't be able to look into the bathroom anymore and she simply couldn't tear her eyes away from her sudsy children. Not surprisingly, she was particularly transfixed by the sight of Alan's insistent erection.

Katherine continued to work on his legs in a way that caused her brother's cock to repeatedly and delightedly hit her in the face. Occasionally she stuck a tongue out at it and gave it a lick or two, but it would always swing away.

Susan simply couldn't stop staring, as well as licking her lips. She guessed that it wouldn't be long before Katherine's lips would gain a hold of the swinging boner and more cocksucking ensued.

Time went by. The situation seemed quite awkward, as Susan stood there naked, poised on the verge of either joining or telling them to stop.

Alan was watching her intently. He said, while his eyes bored into her giant tits sitting high on her chest, "Mom, did you know, you're an affront to gravity."

That caused a chuckle from everyone, and broke the mood.

Katherine slapped Alan's thigh as if peeved she was being ignored.

He added, "Like mother, like daughter. You've raised one sexy cocksucker, Mrs. Plummer." That satisfied Katherine, and everyone was all smiles.

The next thing Susan knew, she stood at the edge of the large bathtub, within arm's reach of the stiff erection she loved so dearly.

Katherine stood up. Looking deeply into her mother's eyes, she said, "As one of Brother's personal cocksuckers to another, I believe that title involves much more than just pleasuring his cock whenever humanly possible. It means using our God-given beautiful bodies in every possible way to bring him joy! Don't you agree?"

Susan stared with bated breath, and just barely managed to remember to nod in agreement.

"For instance, I could do this." Katherine rubbed the sudsy soap all over her own tits, and then pressed her rack into Alan's chest. She moaned quite loudly as she got busy "cleaning" his chest with her ample tits. She knew that looked like so much fun that Susan would be hard-pressed to resist joining in.

Susan said quietly, "Angel, you missed a spot." She pointed at Alan's back. The next thing she knew, she was standing behind Alan in the shower, with her huge tits soaped up and sliding all around his muscular back.

"So glad you could join us," Katherine giggled. "Looks like Brother is caught in the middle of another tit sandwich. Poor guy!"

Susan's last residual resistance faded away and she laughed a good laugh. "It looks that way, doesn't it?"

She took her glasses off, since she was in the shower and she always took them off in the shower as a matter of habit. She reached around and grabbed her son's erection, which had yet to go flaccid. To be polite, she asked her daughter, "Do you mind?"

"Do you mind? I love it! Sharing is caring; that's what I say."

Susan nodded to herself in agreement. As she started to stroke it, she said, "We're spoiling him something rotten. You and Amy were just doing this to him yesterday."

Katherine replied, "Mom, what's with you? First you're wearing undies, and then you say we're spoiling him. Is this not our duty? Our responsibility? Is there anything MORE important to do than serving his cock?"

Susan felt embarrassed all over again - although she kept on stroking. "Well, no, but..."

Katherine griped, "'But?' Mom! What's with you? Are we or are we not his personal cocksuckers? I take that title VERY seriously! Don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"You sure aren't showing it! Brother, I think you're gonna need to give her a good spanking after all. She needs to be reminded of her place. If you won't spank her, then I will."

Susan stammered, "No! I'll be good! It's just, uh, church. I'm kind of out of sorts."

Katherine and Susan were still rubbing their voluptuous bodies all over Alan as they talked. Katherine returned the focus to that by chiding Susan, "Now, hold on. Let's do this right. I'll take care of his front while you take care of his back."

"No fair!" Susan pouted sexily, but she followed Katherine's order. She stopped jacking off Alan's boner so she could pick up the bubble bath bottle. Soon, there were even more bubbles all over the place, and especially on her chest. Her tits continued their "cleaning."

Katherine slid down so that her own hefty tits began pleasuring Alan's erection just as soon as Susan's hands had let go of it. She began a very slippery and sudsy titfuck. She also made the comment, "Mom, I think we've taken care of his upper body. I think his ass could use the attention of your twin tit-sponges."

"Good idea," Susan agreed. She knelt down and pressed her huge melons against his butt cheeks then began rubbing them all over. "Shoot. We ARE spoiling him rotten, you know. But you're right; that is our duty."

Katherine said, "By the way, Mom, just so you know, I've been servicing his cock for a good long while today. Probably most of the time you were in church, in fact. I've sucked and licked and stroked, but he hasn't climaxed even a single time! I mention it because I think he's at the point where he's been holding out for so long that he could pop at any time. I've seen it happen before."

Susan said, "Goodness! That's exciting! Angel, I'm so proud of you. And of course I feel the same about your brother. What an IMPRESSIVE boy! I wish I could tell all my friends about the power of his cock, not to mention his great stamina."

Katherine tilted her head downward and licked the tip of his dick, even as she kept sliding her boobs all over it. "And let's not forget the yummy taste. I swear, I've grown to love the taste of his cock, even if there's no cum or pre-cum on it whatsoever."

Susan moaned erotically and licked her lips. "Mmmm! I know just what you mean. It's just so... lickable! And suckable!"

Alan had been quiet, enjoying hearing the two women talk as if he wasn't there, but when Susan pressed an erect nipple up into his ass crack, he couldn't help but moan, "Niiiice."

This talk about the taste of Alan's boner had made Susan hungry to suck and lick, but Katherine was monopolizing his crotch with her titfucking, while also tilting her head down to slurp around his cockhead.

So Susan licked Alan's ass crack. It was as clean as could be, and totally hairless. But despite that, and the fact she'd done it to him already recently, she still had "icky" issues. She remembered when she'd been talking about anal sex with Suzanne recently, and Suzanne told her that an ass could be made so clean that one could safely lick it. She thought, Good grief! I sure hope Suzanne is right, 'cos I'm sticking my tongue in it now! Ugh! Is this really an okay thing to do? I hope Tiger has thoroughly cleaned himself this morning!

As it so happened, Alan had become much more conscientious about washing himself lately, especially his privates, since they were getting a lot of good use. As a result, his ass crack didn't have any foul smell, and in fact it smelled a bit soapy.

That fact did a lot to put Susan's mind at ease. She closed her eyes and just focused on licking. She found she actually enjoyed it, especially when she got some erotic moans after she licked some sensitive spots, like his anus and his perineum. (It was hard for her to tell if he was moaning because of something she was doing or something Katherine was doing on his other side, but that just made her try harder to see if she could get a clear erotic response to her licking.)

Katherine heard the sound of slurping coming from Alan's other side. She briefly disengaged from her titfuck to peek around and see what Susan was doing. Wow! Mom is licking his ass crack?! That's hardcore!

She went back to her titfucking. Dammit. That's a total fuck-toy thing to do. I've gotta step up my game here. I'm in control of all the best "real estate," so I need to make the most of it.

She tilted her head downward as much as she could while shoving her tits up toward her face. That allowed her to suck on the top inch or so of Alan's cockhead while she kept on titfucking. Damn, this is hard, just keeping this pose, much less applying my best licking tricks as well. I swear, when I decided to become Brother's fuck toy, I had no idea the competition would be so steep!

For instance, Mom. She's a great fuck toy. I can tell just from the sounds of her licking. She started out hesitant and kind of quiet, but now she's happily slurping away like his ass crack is some kind of delicious ice cream cone!

It was true that Susan had come to enjoy tonguing Alan's ass crack and even licking his anus. Yet, despite all the sexy fun, something was still bothering her. After a few minutes of silence, she finally voiced her thoughts. She spoke into his ass crack as she kept on licking it. "Tiger? Tell me. What was it like? You know, last night with Amy. Will that change anything?"

Alan recognized danger if he answered incorrectly. So he took his time to formulate an answer, and then said, "Change anything? Absolutely not. You're still my favorite sexbomb mom, and Sis is still my number one fuck toy. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. It's just that, from now on, I'll be fucking Amy as well from time to time."

Susan seemed a bit relieved, but she still pressed, speaking into his ass crack, "But how was it? All that screaming. It sounded incredible. I barely got any sleep, it seems. I feel bad that I still haven't given you my, you know... My pussy. Did you like it better than anything you do with the rest of us?"

"Mom, I have to admit, it was great. But I don't want to kiss and tell beyond that. It's all great. The things you do to me can give me as much pleasure, or even more. I'm totally flying high right now, thanks to you and Sis. I love you and Amy's not going to steal me away or anything like that. Don't even think it. Aims is just a loud screamer."

She continued to question him while licking his anus. "I've heard it said that vaginal sex is the best way to drain heavy sperm-filled balls. Is that true?"

He grinned. "That may be true. She drained me pretty good. But there's only one way for you to be sure." He winked, but then he realized she couldn't see, since she was busy licking his ass. So he reached around and ran his hand through her wet hair.

Susan smiled at that. She felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Soon, he's gonna fuck me! He's gonna fuck me good! If I'm serious about keeping his balls fully drained, and making that a lifetime calling, I have no choice. Fucking is best! I don't have to worry about holding back anymore. Now it's just a matter of finding the right time.

Even as she stuck her tongue a little bit into his asshole, she thought, Dear Lord, please. If getting fucked by my studly son is wrong, please give me a sign.

There was a long pause without any sign.

She grinned, then redoubled her licking efforts.