6 Times a Day

Alan returned to his room as well. He took another cold shower and tried to think of anything except Susan, Suzanne or, now especially, Katherine. But he had no luck with that. He considered talking to Katherine, but decided to give her some time to sort herself out.

Finally, he put on a mix CD of one of his favorite albums, "The White Album" by the Beatles, to which he'd added extra tracks. He lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and listened to it on headphones to escape the world. He played his favorite song on the tape, "Hey Bulldog," several times in a row. That kept his mind successfully occupied until dinner.

Dinner brought spaghetti and more seductive, sartorial showboating from Suzanne, who ate with them yet again.

But Katherine was covered up, demure, and even morose. She was extremely upset with herself. What on Earth came over me? Do I want to have sex with my brother? Of course not. That's only for fantasies. I must have been out of my mind. I mean, I was totally wanting and even expecting that he would fuck me then and there! He's gonna hate me or think me a freak if I do something crazy like that again. I was so stupid! How can I apologize to him? I can't believe I have a crush on my own brother.

Alan was also frequently lost in thought throughout the meal, wondering what was going on with his sister. She was too ashamed to look him in the eye, and fled at the first opportunity.

He decided he really needed to try to get some homework done after dinner, but didn't get much of an opportunity.

Before he could go upstairs, he had to help clean up and do the dishes. Since Suzanne had eaten with them, she was helping in the kitchen too. Susan was wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse and a black skirt. This was a regression back to the kind of clothes she'd worn previously, except for the fact that the skirt was rather short and a number of buttons were unbuttoned at the top of her blouse, showing off a lot of cleavage.

Suzanne wanted to make sure that Susan didn't fall back into her old, prudish ways. So, as the three of them were cleaning in the kitchen, Suzanne waited for an opportunity to shake things up. She found it when she noticed very faint panty lines as Susan happened to bend over to pick something up off the ground. She said, "Uh-oh! Susan, don't tell me you're wearing panties tonight."

Susan stood back up and faced Suzanne. "It so happens that I am. What's bad about that?"

"Don't you remember what happened when Amy came over: the new rule about not wearing a bra or panties in the house?"

Susan frowned with worry. "Of course I do. But that's not some hard and fast rule, that I can never wear underwear at all when I'm at home anymore, is it?"

Suzanne folded her arms and gave Susan a stern look. "Of course it is. Sweetie's problem doesn't happen just on some days, you know. He has to cum six times a day, every single day! You need to give him visual stimulation as much as possible. We all do!"

While Alan just stood and watched the other two, Susan said shyly, "But... but I thought I was doing pretty well tonight, in a reasonable sort of way. I mean, look how far my blouse is unbuttoned. And I think my skirt is more like a miniskirt. On top of that, I'm wearing pantyhose."

Suzanne said, "First off, NEVER wear pantyhose. Those are for women who are trying to hide imperfections in their legs. Your skin is flawless, so there's no point in it. Besides, it sends the wrong message. You want your body easily accessible to your son's hands. Understood?"

Susan nodded shyly.

"Now, are you wearing a bra too?"

Susan brightened slightly. "No, I'm not."

"Okay, I'll give you that," Suzanne responded. "Good. But you should unbutton at least two more buttons. At a bare minimum!"

Susan clutched her chest defensively and protested, "But... but... that's totally improper! If I do that, I'll be exposed down to my belly button! And since I'm not wearing a bra, well... it'll be practically obscene! He'll see everything!"

Suzanne smirked knowingly. "Exaaaactly! Which means, of course, it'll be that much easier for your cutie Tiger to get a hard-on. He's doing his part to get through this ordeal. And look what I'm wearing. This definitely qualifies as 'sexy.' You have to do your part too."

Alan had a hard time not snickering, hearing what was happening to him being referred to as an "ordeal." He was having the time of his life! In fact, he'd just gotten another serious erection just from watching and listening to the two curvaceous mothers.

Suzanne said, "There's no time like the present. Let's see you unbutton those buttons. Now!"

Susan looked around with worry, especially at her son. "What? Now?! Here?!"

"Here. Of course!"

Susan's face turned red as a beet as she unbuttoned the two buttons, causing her blouse to gape open down to her navel.

However, Alan didn't have very long to enjoy the resulting improved view of her cleavage, because Suzanne said, "Okay, now, turn around and bend over. It's time to inspect your panties."

Susan obediently did so. She was annoyed at being bossed around by Suzanne, but she was also getting extremely hot and bothered. She actually welcomed the new pose, because she figured it would mask how heavy her breathing was getting, as well as conceal her blushing face.

Suzanne then said, "Okay, Sweetie, please pull up her skirt and then pull down her pantyhose, so we can see what we're dealing with here."

Alan did both of those things quickly, because he was afraid he'd spook Susan by getting too touchy-feely. Still, he was loving life. His firm boner throbbed in his shorts.

"Hmmm..." Suzanne put a hand on her chin and stared intently at Susan's now-fully-exposed panties. "Not bad, as far as panties go. But Susan, what good does that do if they're covered up anyway? No, nice as these are, they're going to have to go. Sweetie, could you do the honors?"

While remaining lewdly bent over, Susan squealed, "Wait a second here! Suzaaaaaanne! You can't say that!"

"I just did," Suzanne pointed out with a happy smirk. "Susan, I know this is difficult, but this is the kind of sacrifice you're going to have to make to help your son through his treatment. The truth is, he's going to be seeing your naked ass a lot. And feeling it. And fondling it."

"But that's so terribly improper!" Susan complained.

"I know. But what's the alternative? I can't be here all the time. There are limits to what Angel can do, or should do. You're going to have to step up with providing stimulation help. I'm sorry."

Before Susan could complain any further, Suzanne said to Alan, "Sweetie, please pull them down. But first, get rid of her pantyhose."

Alan was already standing in position. He eagerly tugged his mother's pantyhose down to her calves. Susan obediently lifted her legs so that he could get them off. Then, once they'd been removed completely, he pulled her panties down with even more enthusiasm. He was getting very touchy-feely with her ass and legs as he did so.

Susan was beyond embarrassed. While completely exposing her bare ass to him upset her, her greater worry was what Alan would see and smell her arousal once he pulled her panties off: she was very wet! Thanks to what had happened in the last few minutes, her panties had become soaked with her pungent pussy juices.

As she felt her panties sliding down her legs, she thought, No! Dear Lord, please! NO! He's going to see a big wet spot! And even if he doesn't, how could he miss the smell? My wanton, shameful aroma! I shouldn't be getting so aroused. What's wrong with me?!

As it happened, once her panties got past her muscular thighs, they fell straight to her ankles without any further assistance. At the same time, Suzanne whispered in Alan's ear while licking it, "Having fun yet?" Then, knowing that Susan couldn't see what was happening behind her, Suzanne gave a brief squeeze to the bulge in Alan's shorts. And then another not-so-brief squeeze.

Alan was so extremely horny from all of this that his earlier tentativeness was long gone. He forgot about the panties that were now encircling his mother's ankles, instead gladly stroking her bare ass cheeks with both hands.

Susan was actually relieved by this, in a relative sense, because it enabled her to step free from her panties and then pick them up herself. She hoped that would let her keep the damning evidence of her arousal safely hidden away. But it didn't matter much. Alan didn't need to see or smell her damp panties, because the aroma of her arousal was filling the entire kitchen.

There was no way Alan could miss her sexy pheromones, and he didn't. He was practically out of his mind with crazed lust. His only frustration was that he knew her pussy had to be exposed by this point, but he wasn't able to see it from where he stood. He figured correctly that she would freak out completely if he reached between her legs to feel her up.

Even Suzanne was extremely worked up, as she confirmed yet again what an extremely sexual woman an aroused Susan could be, once her prudishness had been put aside. In fact, Suzanne was so horny that she said to Susan, "Good. Very good. Remember, in the future, no bra AND no panties at home. You can stand back up now."

"Thank goodness!" Susan immediately stood up straight, which allowed her short skirt to fall back down over her ass. But she was still too shy to turn around and show her blushing face.

That was fortunate, perhaps, because Suzanne had resumed holding and even fondling the very phallic protrusion in Alan's shorts. She said, "Susan, thanks to your loving and really brave efforts here, I'm proud to announce that Sweetie has a very long, thick, ready erection! I'm going to go upstairs with him right now and help him take care of it, if that's okay with you."

"Um, I guess..." Susan still had a hard time believing that any of this was really happening.

Suzanne and Alan quickly rushed upstairs together.

A minute or two later, Susan rushed off to her bedroom. She decided it was time for another shower, which in practice meant another prolonged masturbation session culminating in a much-needed orgasm.

Suzanne desperately wanted to give Alan another blowjob. In fact, she was so enthusiastic about it that as they reached the top of the stairs, she simply muttered in her scratchy voice, "I'm ready for my after-dinner snack!"

Within seconds of entering his room, she was topless and on her knees below where he sat at his desk. She unzipped his shorts and had his dick in her mouth before it was even fully exposed.

But it didn't take long for her to fix that problem. A few seconds later, she found herself slurping on a very long, stiff pole.

Although it was the incredibly sexy Suzanne who was sucking him off, Alan's thoughts were focused more on his mother Susan. The way she'd bent over and let him pull her panties off, coupled with the effect of the pheromones from her aroused pussy, had left him nearly out of his mind with desire. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was his loving mother blowing him instead.

Because both Suzanne and Alan were so very hot and bothered, the blowjob didn't last long. Suzanne went all out to get him to cum right away, and he had almost no resistance to her great skill.

She simply kept on sucking and sucking until he cried out like a wounded animal and shot his load down her throat. Even then she didn't stop, or even slow down. His eyes rolled into his head and he saw stars for the few glorious moments his orgasm lasted.

She didn't neglect her own needs though. As his climax began to wind down, she fingered her clitoris and had a very satisfying orgasm of her own.