6 Times a Day

Suzanne stood at the door, but then said something to shake him out of his thoughts, which were drifting towards a glum rumination about adultery. With a twinkle in her eye she said, "Wait a sec. I almost forgot something. Before I go, we still have that pesky sixth time to take care of." She walked back towards him. "You can't get rid of me that easily, mister! Drop those pants already!"

Alan's good mood returned instantly, with all thoughts of his absentee father completely forgotten. Since he was still naked, he had no pants to drop.

She walked right past him and lay down on his bed. She said deviously, "Before we get to some more cocksucking, maybe I'll just get forty winks first to recover my strength. You're going to wear out my jaw. I sure hope you don't try anything while I sleep." She winked, and then closed her eyes.

He clearly understood her meaning. If she was "sleeping," then he could do things to her that she otherwise wouldn't allow him to do. He was very aroused by the pretense of him taking advantage of her as she slept. He climbed on top of her and straddled her waist.

She maintained the pretense of sleeping, even making exaggerated snoring sounds. That made both of them laugh, but she kept her eyes and mouth closed despite her laughter.

She didn't have all her clothes on, although she'd just put back on her vest, skirt, and underwear.

He began unbuttoning the buttons on her vest, one by one.

She grew quiet.

He really felt as if he was doing an incredibly nasty thing to a sleeping woman. It aroused him tremendously. Then he went to work on her bra. He had a hard time getting the bra off, and found himself seriously worrying about "waking her." But by gently lifting her up a bit he eventually managed to get it unhooked and removed from behind her back.

Now, finally, was his big chance to explore her huge tits to his heart's content. He touched them tentatively, and wasn't chastised for it.

She still pretended deep sleep.

Soon, he was vigorously groping her ivory twins.

Her quiet breathing turned to moans, and a soft smile spread across her face. She loved it, even if his touch lacked subtlety. She loved his lusty enthusiasm.

He pinched and pulled at her nipples in every way he could think of. Then he did something he had always wanted to do: he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled it.

She moaned even louder with pleasure.

He alternated between suckling and nibbling on one tit while he groped the other.

He grew increasingly excited at the prospect of just how far she might let him go. He didn't really know how far he himself was ready to go just then, but he was eager to find out. He slid down her body a bit and put his hand on her skirt to take it off. Unfortunately, that broke the spell.

She opened her eyes, sat up, and moved his hand away.

"Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she said with mock indignation. "I'm shocked. Shocked!" But her mood was still playful.

He laughed at the line from the movie 'Casablanca'.

"How did I lose my bra? Were you trying to undress me while I was sleeping?" she asked with false cluelessness. "What were you planning on doing to me? Were you thinking of - oh my God, you weren't going to rape me in my sleep, were you? Bad Alan!" She playfully swatted at him. Imitating Susan's drunken voice, she added, "Sho wery impwoper!"

That really cracked both of them up. It also reminded him of his earlier out-of-control fantasy of fucking (if not even raping) his mother by the pool, which excited him that much further.

"I think you need to be punished. Severely. Forty lashes! Forty lashes of my tongue around your big fat pecker!" She lay down on the bed with her head between his outstretched legs and sucked him off like she'd already done twice earlier.

But, maddeningly for him, she took delight in repeatedly stopping and talking to him. She really wanted to prolong his joy this time.

"You see what I mean?" she asked as she paused with his boner in her hand. "You see what I mean about today at the pool?"

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"What I was saying before about how your mom and your sister both have the hots for you. They're both so hot for your cock that it's not even funny." She went back to licking his shaft.

After a minute of silence from him she stopped long enough to say, "A-ha! You don't deny it!"

He really couldn't deny that fact anymore, but it troubled him. "But Aunt Suzy, isn't that wrong? I don't know what the hell the doctor and nurse are thinking with their suggestions and, for that matter, their whole treatment idea. It's wrong for Mom and Sis to touch my dick. That's incest!"

She stopped licking again. "Alan, Alan, Alan," she said, as if she was losing patience with his ignorance. "That's not incest. Incest is intercourse. A blowjob or handjob is not a big deal; it's just a fun little thing. I know one mother with a hyperactive teenage son. Whenever he gets too wild, she's found that if she gives him a blowjob he calms right down. It's not like they're sleeping with each other - that would be wrong."

He was very skeptical. "I don't know, Aunt Suzy. This is all too weird for me."

He let the topic drop. In truth, his objections weren't really that strong in the first place; it was more of a case of him feeling obliged to say the moral and responsible thing. Deep down, he was totally thrilled by what could happen.

She returned to her cocksucking duties, taking him deeper and deeper. Then, just as she had him on the edge of a great climax, she pulled back and completely stopped once again.

"What is it this time?" he cried out in frustration.

"Promise me one thing." She made several swipes at the tip of his dick with her tongue to keep him half-insane with lust.

"What? What is it?!"

"Promise me you won't forget about me tomorrow." She engulfed him again and resumed a deeper sucking.

He groaned loudly, both at the pleasure she was giving and at her frustratingly cryptic comments. He wanted to remain silent until his impending cum before he continued the conversation, but after just a few moments he had to ask, "What? What's going to happen tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is a Tuesday, and you know what that means," she said, then returned to sucking. She was loving his frustration, but in a playful way, not with malice.

"Arrgh! What does that mean?"

She stopped again, and lightly rubbed the sensitive spot below his cockhead with her fingers to keep him building to a climax during a longer pause. "Don't you remember? Tuesday is the day the nurse said you need an abnormality check of your penis. Whatever that means. Apparently it's up to your mom to give you one. Remember to keep telling her I have poor eyesight, by the way, or she might try to back out. She's already basically told the rest of us to get lost for the whole day. I want to back off anyway, in the hopes that if it's just you and her together, she'll lose all control."

His heart pounded wildly as he considered that.

ραпdα Йᴏνêl(сòm) "So I'm just asking: tomorrow, when she's the one sucking you off, don't completely forget about me, okay? I'll be back for you with my eager tongue on Wednesday."

"Arrgh!" he cried out again. "Don't say that! You can't be serious!" She resumed sucking him, and this time he could hold out no longer. He shot deep into her mouth. He was so aroused that he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock forcefully into her. She just took him in deeper and deeper until his pubic hair tickled her nose - she was deep throating him again.

She sucked in all the cum he could shoot out, as if her mouth was a bottomless vacuum.

As he shot his ropes of cum straight down her throat, he pondered what she'd said. Could she really mean it? My mom? Touching my dick tomorrow? No! It can't be!

Oh God, this feels so good! Fuck! Aunt Suzy, suck me dry! YES!

After Suzanne left, Alan felt completely drained. He took a quick shower and finished his nightly toilet rituals. Then he went straight to bed. As he lay there, he let the entire incredible day pass through his mind.

Let's see if I came six times or not. I masturbated twice in the morning. Then Aunt Suzy jacked me off in the pool. Then she started stroking me, but left me hanging and got out of the pool. I was so damn horny that I had to rush to my room to cum. I wonder if that counted, because I didn't really get the "prolonged stimulation" Akami says I need.

But I suppose it doesn't matter much, since Aunt Suzy blew me THREE more times that evening! Yeay! Go Suzanne; you're so awesome! But still, I wonder if I should put a checkmark on my chart for that possible seventh time or not? Maybe I should ask Akami what "prolonged stimulation" is exactly. At least that way I'll know for sure that my daily count is accurate.

Shortly thereafter, sleep overtook him.

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