6 Times a Day

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Susan was in a bad mood, and she'd been in one most of the day.

As had become the pattern, Suzanne had spent her morning workout time with Susan to successfully convince the formerly repressed mother that she didn't need to feel guilty about her morning cocksucking, or about anything else she might do with her son. But Suzanne eventually had to leave, and with Susan spending most of the day by herself she slowly went into another sexual relapse.

Even so, had Alan come home directly after school, chances were good she would have been on her knees between his legs in a matter of minutes. But because he hadn't, she'd grown increasingly depressed. The very extent of her disappointment convinced her that she needed a break to put things into perspective. Thus, by the time he did come home, she was dressed rather conservatively, although she still adhered to the house rule of no panties or bra. She was wearing such clothes largely so that he would order her to dress more sexily. Subconsciously, she really wanted him to "force" her to do all kinds of sexual things to and with him.

Unfortunately, by the time he got home he was too exhausted to start anything with her. He was also confused by her mixed signals. He went straight to his room to chill out.

As a result, Susan ended up feeling even more disappointed and regretful, both about her "fate" of being "forced" to sexually serve her son and that she hadn't chosen a sexier outfit so he would want her to serve him right away.

Suzanne came over shortly after Alan returned home. She noticed Susan's mood right away. After some cajoling, she got her to confess what was bothering her.

Susan complained, "I don't know what I want. I keep flipping like a switch. There are times I feel bad. I'm letting sex take over my entire life. It's gone far beyond just helping Tiger with his medical problem. I've started calling myself one of his personal cocksuckers, and I think of myself that way now too! I spend half of the day thinking about his penis and whether it's being taken care of properly, and if it's not, when I can take care of it. It's not right!"

Suzanne was sitting right next to Susan on a living room sofa. She had an arm around her back, and rubbed her soothingly. "I don't see what's so bad about it. That's how I am too. I'm one of his personal cocksuckers too, so his cock is on my mind most of the time, just like you. That's what it means to be a personal cocksucker."

"Really?! You feel that way too?" She looked at Suzanne uncertainly.

"Of course." Actually, Suzanne was exaggerating for effect, knowing what Susan wanted to hear. But there was a lot of truth there too.

Susan grumbled, "Well, one thing that bothers me is that if I'm going to be so focused on his penis, at least I should end up sucking it more often. I thought that once Ron left, I'd be naked and kneeling much more often. Choking and gagging on his thick meat at least three or four times a day. Maybe more! But that hasn't happened yet. How does the saying go? If you're gonna do the time, you might as well commit the crime? Something like that."

Suzanne gave her a comforting squeeze. "I understand how you feel. I want him more too."

Susan spoke with extra passion. "I mean, why can't we just have a quiet evening for once, where he spends an hour or two watching TV, and then another hour or two doing his homework? And I could be right there lying on the sofa over his leg, or in between his legs, happily bobbing and slurping all the while. When I get tired, that's what titfucks and handjobs are for. I really want to explore this whole new titfucking thing! That's such an exciting new vista!"

Suzanne grinned at Susan's enthusiasm. "Don't worry, there will be evenings like that. And yes, you're going to looooove titfucking. But remember that being the personal cocksucker to a man like him is both a blessing and a curse. He can only cum so many times a day, and he needs great variety. So... sometimes you need to wait."

"I know. Don't remind me," Susan grumbled.

"In fact... I hate to bring this up after what you've been saying, but the reason I came over now is to help you with dinner. Remember, Brenda's coming over to eat with us tonight. Eric and Brad went to some stupid sporting event, so I can be with you the whole time."

Susan let out a low, unhappy growl. "UUUUGH! Great. Just great. I need more competition from her like I need another hole in my head. Is there any way we can get out of this?"

Suzanne tried to soothe her with more back rubbing. "You're the one who set it up in the first place. It's too late to back out now. Besides, don't forget that she knows the incest secret."

Susan groaned again, but with more resignation. "I know, I know. That's awfully convenient, again. He gets what he wants. But what about me? Where is this all heading? Am I fated to be his personal cocksucker forever, bobbing on his cock every day for years and years to come?"

Suzanne spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, yet also registering surprise, as if she didn't understand why Susan would ask such an obvious question. "Why, yes. Of course! What else? And it's not just cocksucking. You focus on that because it's your favorite part. As you like to say, Tiger is the man of the house now. That's doubly so with Ron back in Thailand. In fact, Ron may well never live or even visit this house again."

Susan nodded in contemplation. "That's very possible."

"So if your Tiger is man of the house, you're much more than just one of his personal cocksuckers. If he's the man of the house, doesn't that mean he effectively owns everything in the house, including you? Including Angel?"

Susan gasped. "I... I suppose so! But, but... what does that mean?!"

"It means that you have to serve him to your fullest. Like he's your husband, only much more so. We can start tonight. If he wants to fuck Brenda, and of course he does, then you need to help make that happen. You were doing really well there with her for a while. Remember the nude photos you took and all your clever scheming? What happened?"

Susan said glumly, "I don't know. When I'm having a bad day like this, everything looks different. I wish I could have a... never mind."

"What? A nice long cocksucking?"

Susan nodded shyly. "You see? I love it too much. And it makes me jealous."

"No, that enthusiasm is very good. Why don't we start with cooking dinner together. Then, if we finish and Brenda's still not here, and Sweetie is up for it, well, let's just say you'll need to limber up your jaw."

Susan's mood transformed. She got up and went to the kitchen with vim and vigor.

Susan and Suzanne proceeded to whip up an impressive dinner of stroganoff, couscous, and pumpkin pie in record time. Susan's eye was on the clock, because she knew that Brenda was due at seven o'clock and she was likely to be on time. So any time prior to that could be her special personal time with her face in Alan's crotch.

As they cooked, they also discussed how to handle Brenda's visit. Alan had previously complained that he didn't want everything with Brenda to be carefully stage-managed behind his back, so they agreed to let him take the lead and direct the flow of the evening. But they also came up with some special events that they might or might not put into play.

The more they talked, the more Susan's enthusiasm to assist with Brenda's seduction returned and even grew. At times, she could get extremely frustrated at the problems of sharing him, but if someone like Suzanne could frame the situation in the right arousing terms (and she did), being "forced" to share him became one of Susan's biggest turn-ons.

While the food was cooking and there wasn't much to do, Suzanne went upstairs with Susan to her bedroom and helped her pick out a sexy outfit to wear. Suzanne already had her own selected. The idea was to outdo Brenda in how revealing her outfit was, so Brenda would feel pressured to wear something even more revealing next time.

With that accomplished, Suzanne told Susan that she'd finish off the cooking herself, since there wasn't much left to do but wait anyway. Then she said, "That means you need to break the news to your Tiger that Brenda is coming to dinner. I don't think he even knows yet. To make it easier on him, I say you tell him while you're wearing these" - she pointed to Susan's prescription glasses - "and those" - she pointed to Susan's collection of high heels at the foot of her closet - "and nothing else. Oh, and if you have trouble getting the message across because your mouth is full, well, so much the better."

A beaming Susan gave Suzanne a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am!"

Suzanne walked back to the kitchen with a warm feeling in her tummy. Aaaah. I love making Susan feel good. She deserves it, after all her troubles with Ron. I know exactly what she really needs to be happy, and I'm going to make sure she gets it, in spades. Right now, she's deep into her oral phase. Soon, I'll introduce her to titfucking. That'll blow her mind even more! Then, step by step. Perhaps have him going down on her next. Then maybe anal sex, or dual blowjobs. I'm betting it won't be long before he's fucking her needy pussy, and then she'll REALLY know what it means to be happy!

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Alan had tried to do his homework, but he found he couldn't get serious about it. His mind was always on sex. So by the time Susan came to his room, he was reading The Lord of the Rings instead. He knew the whole story very well already, so it didn't take much thinking, and he figured the completely different world of Middle Earth had the best chance of fully distracting him for a while.

That plan went right out the window when Susan came in wearing just her high heels. She didn't even say a word. She simply walked to where he sat in front of his computer desk, spun his desk chair to a different direction to face her, knelt between his legs, fished his penis out of his shorts, and started to suck on him.

Realizing that reading was hopeless, he kicked back with his hands behind his head, and luxuriated in her cocksucking talent. His penis had been flaccid, but quickly engorged in her mouth.

After about five minutes, when she had him truly throbbing with joy, she stopped to speak. Mindful of what Suzanne suggested earlier, she didn't pull his cock all the way of her mouth, but she craned her jaw still wider to at least be somewhat intelligible. "Bah da waah, Brendush gonnnah be commung for dinnah."The source of this content is novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

That startled him. "What did you say? Brenda is coming over for dinner?"

"Uh huh." Her lips tightened around his shaft and she resumed her intense suction.

Susan

But he put a hand on her head trying to slow her down. "Wait! Tell me more. What's she coming for? What's the plan?"

Susan tried to keep talking and sucking, but soon realized she had too much to say. So she merely licked and stroked him as she quickly explained what was happening. She only told him the basics, and emphasized that he would take the lead and everyone else would follow. She didn't clue him in about all the various developments with Brenda since the last poker party. He didn't even know about the nude photos or the photo session yet. She figured there were more enjoyable ways for him to find out.

Mostly, she just wanted to get back to full-on cocksucking, which she did.

He kept his hand on her head, since he had to frequently slow her enthusiastic efforts. He thought, I'm beginning to think Mom is kind of addicted to sucking my dick! Is that wild or what? When I think back to how prudish she used to be, not that long ago... UH! Gaawwwd! She's gonna make me cum too soon! Hnnng! DAMN, she's good!

And Brenda's coming over. Brenda! Man!