6 Times a Day

Special Thanks for Drunk Dargon (4/5)

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Suzanne then said authoritatively, "Now, since we don't have the foggiest idea how Brad would react, why don't we switch the scenario to someone where we CAN predict how they'll react? And just to make absolutely sure about the response, we'll switch to a pretend blowjob. That way there's no chance in Hell that the lame 'birds and bees talk' excuse will fly. You'll have to think of something better to at least keep her wrath in check."

"'Her?'" Alan asked, as he finally removed his T-shirt. "Who are we talking about now?"

Suzanne grinned wolfishly. "Why, Christine, of course. Who better to go completely ballistic? Both of you will have to be very fast thinkers and convincing talkers to prevent her from going into martial arts mode and slicing and dicing you two. Though of course we won't carry the scenario that far."

Susan blanched. "I don't know. This is scary. I hear she can be really mean when she gets in a rage."

Suzanne smiled. "That's why we're practicing, so you can deal with even someone like her. Look at the plus side: at least you won't have to make the mental stretch of imagining me as a man. In fact, I do believe her breasts are just about the same size as mine. Just imagine my hair is blonde and straight with those weird curly locks of hers hanging down her front, and I AM Christine! Are you ready?"

Everyone nodded.

However, Susan was still just kneeling there with her hand almost but not quite wrapping itself around her son's erection.

Suzanne walked forward and said, "Time out. Susan, I said this was a pretend blowjob situation. So remove your hand..."

Susan did, but said in a pitiful voice, "Awww..."

"Well, to be nice, I'll let you hold his cock so you can keep it in place for the blowjob."

Susan immediately grasped it firmly with both hands. She let out a sigh of contentment as she did so.

Suzanne continued, "Remember, though, no stroking. You just need to do that because you're going to have to keep his cock extremely still. Now, lean forward and put his cockhead in your mouth. But no touching it with your lips!"

Susan did that, or at least she tried to. In fact, Alan's cockhead was so big and wide that it was an effort to fit it in her mouth at all. She opened her jaw as wide as humanly possible and yet it was still touching the sides, though there was a little bit of room above and below.

It occurred to her though that Suzanne couldn't see what was happening inside her mouth, as long as she didn't make any moves obvious enough to be seen on the outside. She immediately began slathering her son's cockhead with her tongue.

Alan groaned at the unexpected surge in stimulation.

Suzanne was a sharp cookie, and immediately figured out what Susan was doing with her tongue. But she pretended not to notice.

Susan looked at Suzanne expectantly while holding that position, hoping for some change in orders. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't even mumble while her mouth was stretched so far open and her tongue was making subtle yet non-stop moves against her son's cock.

Suzanne said, "Good. Now, can you keep that position for a couple of minutes?"

Susan wanted to shake her head no, but she couldn't do that either, due to the erect cock in her mouth. Finding the position impossible to hold any longer, she mumbled "No." But in so doing, she moved her jaw some and brought her lips closer together. Without really intending to do so, she found her lips securely locked around her son's dick.

The temptation of having it so close but not being able to suck it was more than she could bear and she gave in completely. One second, she was closing her jaw a little to say, "No," the next second she was sucking on it contentedly while the hand that had been holding it in place began frantically stroking up and down his pre-cum slicked surface.

She groaned needfully. Oh God, YES! I need this! UNGH! HNNNG! YEEESSSS!

Suzanne bellowed, "Time out, time out! Hold on! Susan, STOP! Stop this instant!"

Susan reluctantly complied, pulling her face away from the tempting target (although now she was holding it with both hands and gently sliding her fingers back and forth as much as she thought she could get away with). She complained, "Suzanne, this is just impossible! It's too big and thick and delicious! How do you expect me to just hold my lips around it like that?!"

"Oh, come on. It's not that difficult. And it's not THAT big, either. If I can do it, you can do it. Here, let me show you how it's done."

So Susan moved aside to give Suzanne room to approach, but she found she couldn't completely let go of her grip on the base of Alan's erection. So, as she continued to stroke, she gave the feeble excuse, "Here, while you're busy with that, I'll help keep it steady."

Suzanne sarcastically rolled her eyes. "Thanks." But she let Susan keep stroking, since after all the entire point of the exercise was to get Susan so aroused that her willpower disappeared. Plus, she found it extremely arousing to blow Alan while Susan stroked him.

Finally in position on her heels, Suzanne looked up into Alan's eyes. "Ready, Sweetie?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Suzanne leaned forward and took all of Alan's cockhead in her mouth, just like Susan had done. But somehow she was able to make her jaw open even more, and no part of her lips touched him anywhere.

"That's incredible!" Susan exclaimed. "How can you do that?" She looked at the inside of Suzanne's mouth from every angle she could to see whether Suzanne was cheating with her tongue like she herself had just been doing, but Suzanne's tongue really wasn't touching him anywhere.

Even more remarkably, Suzanne was somewhat able to talk while keeping her jaw more or less in place. "Paaatith, paaatith, paaatith."

Alan was huffing and puffing with excitement, but managed to say, "I think she said, 'Practice, practice, practice,' Mom."

"I guessed that. But look! She even has room on the underside to stick her tongue out, too! Only now she's using it to lick the sensitive underside. Suzanne, no fair! That's cheating!"

It was true. Even though Suzanne knew that Susan would be watching just for that, she found it too tempting not to lick.

Susan conveniently forgot that she'd just been cheating in exactly the same way. She added to herself, And it's not fair that you have such a long tongue. Tiger's gonna run to you first for all his cocksucking needs. Darn it!

Suzanne grinned and pulled away entirely. Able to speak again, she said, "Oops. Sorry. But then again, the 'no touching' rule doesn't apply to me, just to you." She conveniently ignored the way Susan's hand was "holding" Alan's rod in an increasingly vigorous manner. "Here, let's try again. I'll do better this time."

Another minute passed while Suzanne blew him and Susan jacked him off.

Susan finally complained, "Okay, already! You made your point!" She was so horny that it wasn't that she minded what they were doing; rather, she wanted to trade places with Suzanne.

Standing up again, Suzanne said to Susan, "Now, you try it again. You and I have basically the same curvy bodies, the same mouths, the same everything. Of course, I have a much longer tongue, but that shouldn't matter in this case. So if I can do it, you can too."

So Susan resumed the position Suzanne had just vacated. She didn't really do any better than before, and her lips touched on both sides.

But the effort seemed to satisfy Suzanne, who said, "Good. Now keep holding it like that."

The position was pure torture for Susan, though. It wasn't opening her jaw so wide and for so long that bothered her - it was the inability to suck. All the stroking she was able to do at the same time only increased her need and desire to coax a big sticky load down her throat.

So as soon as Suzanne turned her back and walked away to start the role-play, Susan resumed licking. She was careful to keep her tongue inside her lips though, so that Suzanne couldn't see what she was doing. It was still torture for her not to use her lips too, but this at least made the situation bearable.

There was no doubt that Alan could feel and enjoy what she was doing, however. He was already sweating from all the excitement, and found his heart pounding even more than before. It was difficult for him to keep flexing his PC muscle so as not to climax, but in addition he had to try to not show visibly how good Susan's insanely pleasurable tongue-licking felt. He somehow managed, but just barely. The strain showed on his increasingly sweaty face.

Suzanne turned around at the door and came back towards where Susan and Alan were sitting. She made sure to swing her shoulders so her huge tits would sway from side to side. Finally pretending to be Christine, she said, "Alan, just what the hell is going on?! Is that Susan, your mother?! My GOD!"

Alan was just barely hanging on, so he couldn't get it together enough to respond.

Susan didn't respond either. In fact, it was remarkable that she could process Suzanne's words at all. Her entire world now was the big erection in her mouth. She was struggling with all her might not to give up and suck on her son's tasty dick for all she was worth. But by imagining an irate Christine ready to kick her ass, she managed to limit herself just to her surreptitious licking, plus stroking the base of his shaft. It didn't occur to her to simply pull away completely from his crotch now that she'd supposedly been caught.

Since neither of the others was speaking, Suzanne continued her pretend Christine rant. "Alan, can't you hear me?! I said, isn't that your own mother?! My God, what kind of depraved perversion am I seeing here?! You have your very own mother naked and on her knees, sucking on your giant cock! And it looks like she won't stop for anyone or anything until she gets a big delicious load blasted down her throat! You two, stop it right now!"

The words startled Alan enough to get him to look over at "Christine." He managed to point out, "Hey, look who's talking? Why are you naked?"

In their role-play, everyone was supposed to be pretending that she was wearing clothes, but that had been forgotten. Suzanne looked down, feebly covered her privates, and pretended to be embarrassed. "That's beside the point! Stop looking at my big breasts!" She pounded her foot on the floor petulantly, deliberately making her round melons jiggle. "And stop it, you two! Stop it!"

At that moment, Susan gave up the struggle. There's just too much tasty cock! I can't resist! It IS a "giant cock" and it needs servicing! Mommy needs sperm!

With that, her lips closed around his thickness and she began sucking with a passion. She didn't even try to hide it; her whole head jerked back and forth as she made love to her son's dick with her tongue, lips, and hands.

Suzanne, still pretending to be Christine, rushed over and knelt behind her. She pulled on Susan's hair, gradually but firmly yanking Susan away from Alan's rampant erection. "Stop it, I say! That's so improper!" She couldn't resist saying that, since it had become a catchphrase for Susan.

"NoooOOOOoooo!" Susan let out a muffled roar around Alan's erection. Her hands let go of it as she attempted to reach behind her and swat Suzanne away, and for a few moments their struggle threatened to escalate into a cat fight.

But it was no use; Suzanne was in the better position, and Susan could see that she didn't stand a chance. There was simply no way Susan could fight and suck cock at the same time. Her mouth eventually was forced to leave her son's hot, throbbing dick.

Forgetting that they were in a role-play, Susan yelled as she struggled, "Suzanne, let go! I love you, but don't get between me and my son! I need some real cock, and I need it now!"

Suzanne started to say, "But the boundaries-"

"Boundaries be damned! I'm so hot that if I can't suck me some son cock, well, I don't know what! And I don't care about the what, 'cos the other option ain't gonna happen! I'm PROUD to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut, and if you've got a problem with that, then... BACK OFF!" She twisted and turned, and finally shook Suzanne loose. She felt so passionate about it that she'd very nearly said "fuck off" instead.

Suzanne had never seen Susan quite like this. She'd seen Susan get very aggressive in defense of her children when she felt they were threatened, but she hadn't realized that Susan also had a sexually aggressive side. She was amused but also pleasantly surprised. Whoa! It looks like my indoctrination tactics are a little TOO successful already! She wisely got out of the way.

Although Susan called Alan "Tiger," now she was the one acting like a tigress. She was wired with energy and lust, and there was a near manic gleam in her eye. She came towards him with such steely determination that he tried to back away, but he could only fall backward onto the bed.

She launched herself at his groin, and moaned with pure glee as her lips engulfed his cockhead. She sucked him with abandon. There was no finesse, and none of the exquisite drawing-out process filled with rest breaks that Suzanne had been using. She just wanted her son's cum and she wanted it immediately. She did nothing but bob on his prick with the biggest passes up and down she could manage. She repeatedly went from having just the bare tip between her lips to as far down it as she could get without gagging, over and over and over.

And although Susan tried not to gag, in her lusty fever she slid her lips so far down on him each time that she would start to choke and gag. It felt strange to her, but she found she actually liked it in a curious sort of way. But more importantly, she absolutely adored the sounds that resulted. It sounded like she was being completely overwhelmed by the size and power of her son's cock, and she felt that way too.

The cumulative effect of all this was about as subtle as being hit by an eighteen-wheeler truck, and just as attention grabbing. Alan could only hold out a minute or two before he started to blow. It was a feat for him to last even that long, because passion oozed out of every fiber of Susan's being. She was so sexy, so burning with lust, that even Suzanne's sexiness temporarily faded by comparison.

Unfortunately, Alan had had such a sexually active day that he didn't have much cum left to give up. But Susan didn't mind, and eagerly guzzled down every last drop her tongue and lips could coax out.

When she was finally satiated, she slid next to Alan on the bed and fell back on it. "Oh, YEAH! God, that was good! I needed that! That's been building up for DAYS! YES!" She was beyond happy. "Goodness gracious, I love it!"

Suzanne was nearly teary-eyed with joy, because she loved what she saw before her. Look at that, will you? It not just the sight of two happy naked people. That's love! Mostly, she stared at Susan. She's a vision! A vision of the completely liberated woman I've always dreamed she could become. She's so happy and carefree that she's practically glowing.

However, Suzanne knew it wouldn't last long; Susan's prudish ways were too ingrained, and would inevitably return with a rebound. But she was happy to witness Susan's transformation and feel good at how good Susan felt, and know that she was vital in helping Susan feel that way. Her goal was to put Susan into this liberated state of mind more and more often until it became a permanent condition.

She asked her, "Susan, so what lessons did you learn here tonight?"

Susan practically shouted, "First and foremost, I love my son's cock! Cocksucking is just the best! Stroking is good, but sucking is better! What I learned is, I need that cock! A lot! The snake. The big snake! I'm soooo cured of my dick phobia." She leaned her head down and lovingly kissed Alan's penis several times, even though it was completely flaccid. "I officially pronounce myself cured! In fact, my new fear is that I'll have to go a whole day without more cocksucking!" She rubbed her cheeks against it, heedless of how wet it still was.

Slightly calmer, she sat up so she could look Suzanne in the eye. She held his balls with one hand and his penis with the other, as if she drew strength from the mere contact. "What was that you said before? Something about how I have to improve my self-control so I can do better at being one of my Tiger's top cocksuckers? That is just so true! Suzanne, when you're right, you're right. I wanna be the best. The very best! Tiger, I just wanna suck your cock every single day, if you'll let me!"

Alan looked at her incredulously. This was all so great that he was half-convinced it was only a dream.

Susan flopped back down on the bed and said to him in a still calmer tone as she stared at the ceiling, "Tiger, you know, it's funny. Just a month or two ago, I was concerned for you. You were turning eighteen and I knew you'd never kissed a girl yet. I worried you might graduate from high school without any sexual experience. But now, look at me! I'm buck naked with your sperm dribbling from the corners of my mouth. I'm fondling your balls and planting kisses up and down your beautiful penis like I can't help myself, because I can't."

She hadn't been kissing it when she said that, but she proceeded to kiss all up and down his flaccidness. Then she started licking his privates clean. "I'm one of your personal big-titted cocksuckers, and I LOVE IT!"

Alan didn't really understand language like that. But he definitely got a big thrill out of it just the same.

She added as she continued to lick, "Oh, I know it's not just Suzanne and me who are helping out. I've seen how you come home and go straight to your daily orgasms chart and put another mark or two up there. I just hope that whoever she is helping you at school, she's got really big hooters and sucks you good! Or is it a 'they?' I'll bet it's a 'they!'"

She lifted her head up just enough to look at his face.

He tried to keep a poker face, but apparently didn't do a very good job. He'd assumed Susan would be jealous of his being with other women, and was blown away that she apparently was not.

Susan sat up even higher, so she could reach out and caress his face at the same time. Her big tits took a long time to jiggle back into place. "It's a 'THEY!' I knew it! I'm so impressed! Wow. My son is a stud! That just makes me want to cream even more, but my pussy can only take so much!"

Suzanne had noticed the same marks on the chart, but felt that now was not the time to discuss them. It was growing late and they needed to make at least a token appearance at the party Ron was attending.

Alan caressed her face in return, and said, "Thanks, Mom. I know changing your attitude on some things so quickly isn't easy. But you're trying your best. You're my beautiful centerfold mom, and I love you."

"Awww, Tiger!" She beamed, radiating love. Then she settled back down between his legs and resumed licking his privates clean.

Suzanne was silent for about a minute, but then she asked, "How long are you going to do that? We do still have that party of Ron's to go to, you know."

"Oh, no!" Susan complained.

"Oh, yes. Don't worry; we won't be considered late. Time flies when you're having fun, but I'll bet it's only about eight, eight-thirty at the latest."

"Oh, POO!" Susan pouted. She sighed in resignation. "Very well. But let me finish cleaning him up first, okay?"

Suzanne saw that Susan was doing a lot of licking of Alan's balls without any real cleaning going on, but she decided to let her have her fun for a few minutes to help her transition to getting ready for the party.

Alan and Suzanne had to literally drag Susan to the bathtub and fill up her bath, then clean up her room (there were piles of clothes all over the place), and then finally take turns showering themselves. There was no time for any more hanky-panky, though Alan did get more time to gawk at Susan and Suzanne while they remained naked.

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