6 Times a Day

Chapter 207 On The Verge Of Going Crazy - Susan

?That evening Amy, Suzanne, and Suzanne's husband Eric came over to the Plummer house for dinner, because they were all going to a party afterward. There were no sexual hijinks whatsoever during dinner, no doubt due to Eric's presence.

After the meal was over and the plates were being taken away, Amy said, "Thank you, Aunt Susan. That was really good."

Susan smiled benignly and walked off to the kitchen with some of the dirty dishes.

Alan, though, kept his eyes on Amy. She wore a surprisingly daring top, perhaps because she'd never fully gotten the message on how things had changed around the house. It exposed a lot of cleavage, below which there were a few clasps down the middle which held it together. He watched in horror as she started to undo the first clasp.

There wasn't much holding the skimpy top together. Within seconds it was undone to her belly button, though luckily gravity still held her boobs inside the fabric (since she also wasn't wearing a bra). He realized that this was her way of saying that she'd enjoyed the meal, thanks to what he'd told her before about unbuttoning and so forth.

Before anyone else had really noticed what she'd done, Alan got up, grabbed her, and pulled her away from the table. Her top flew open a bit more, but no one saw it as he'd spun her away from the others. Meanwhile he asked out loud so the others could hear, "Amy, could I speak to you for a minute?"

A safe distance from the table, he was able to whisper to her and get her to cover up.

But the incident made him wonder just how much he could trust Amy not to screw things up. He realized that the further they initiated her into sex, the more chance there would be for her to say or do something that could ruin everything. He decided to take things slower with her for a while, especially when it came to three-way activities involving her with Katherine and him that could be seen as incestuous. He also decided that they'd have to be more careful in the ways they teased her.

As it was, Alan had reached his mental limits. He'd had so much sexual excitement in the previous two days that he felt he couldn't take any more. Thus he was very relieved to go to the party and mingle with grown-ups in a completely sex-free environment. He needed time to absorb all the changes in his life, and in particular that of sex with his sister.

Katherine, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by the enormity of what they'd done; all she wanted was more sex.

Alan could understand how she felt; it reminded him of when he first got a computer - for days afterwards he was so excited he could think or do little else but focus on the computer.

But somehow all the sexual contact with multiple females made him more wary than his sister, as well as a lot more sexually satiated. He wanted to be in this for the long haul, so he had to be very careful, while she relied completely on him to be the careful one.

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With Alan and the others leaving for the party, Susan found herself at home alone. Ron had his own work-related party to go to, and didn't like her to go to parties without him. Ironically, he worried that she might be sexually vulnerable if she left the house.

It was a real let-down for her, after all the excitement of recent days, to spend a Friday night all by herself. To keep from getting depressed, she kept herself busy doing household chores.

She held out for a while, but eventually she made her way to Alan's room. There was one chore she had come to both love and hate in the past couple of weeks. She formerly had tried to live in denial that her son masturbated, at least as much as she humanly could before the whole six times a day procedure started, but now she felt like she was practically forcing him to sin by not helping him. On the other hand, it felt like a sin to help him too, as it went against her conviction that these acts be reserved for her husband.

It had been hours since Alan had been in his bedroom. It was clear that he had been masturbating earlier, because there were big cum stains on his towel and a spare pillow case. She was delighted when she took a closer look and discovered that the stains on both were still wet and relatively fresh - sometimes it didn't dry out for a long time when the fabric was all bunched up.

She carefully took all the linens downstairs to the laundry room without touching his wet stains. Her mind was still torn between her renewed moralistic sense and her new found desire for his cum. She thought, I have to stick to my vow. I'm going to drop them right into the washer and that's that. Simple. To do anything else would be sinful and depraved, and far too improper. There's NO WAY I'm going to so much as touch that wet spot, much less taste it. I've made that delicious mistake before, several times lately, in fact, but I'm not going to make it again! What would my parents think of me, that I'm even thinking such wicked thoughts?

She put all the laundry she'd collected into the washing machine, piece by piece, including his bed sheets. Eventually, the only two items left were the towel and the pillowcase. Maybe if I just have a little sniff...

She felt confused and conflicted, so she decided to do what Suzanne had recently taught her to do in such situations: expose her breasts. She immediately felt better and more liberated once she was topless. Aaaaah! That feels better. Suzanne is proven right yet again. It's as if the day changed from wet and cold to sunny and warm. Even though Tiger isn't here, I feel like he is, and that he's staring right at me. His big penis is getting stiff. Mmmm!

She started to feel tingly down below as she imagined her son walking in on her with her bare chest heaving and bouncing.

She brought the wet spot on the towel to her nose to smell it, testing just how fresh it was. Hmmm. Pungent. That's very pungent. And of course it's so sweet. All that juice he drinks sure does wonders. You can almost smell just how virile he is! But I'll bet it's not REALLY fresh. After all, it's been hours since he was in his room. It just looks fresh.

She couldn't help herself and ran a finger through the wet spot. She brought her wet finger to her nose as if to make sure. Hmmm. It's wet alright. But how does it taste? That's the real test of freshness.

She pulled her head back and brought the towel down to put it in the washer. NO! I'm NOT going to eat any of it. That's completely depraved and disgusting. Furthermore, it's downright sad. I'm not going to be some pathetic and lonely loser. It's bad enough that I'm doing the laundry on a Friday night while thinking the most naughty and sinful thoughts about my son and his wonderfully suckable erection!

But while she had moved the towel away from her face, her wet finger was still right in front of her nose. Somehow, while she was admonishing herself, her finger found a way into her mouth without her consciously thinking about it. She sucked on her finger. She loved the wicked taste so much that she grew weak in the knees.

With that, all restraint flew out the window. She brought the towel's wet spot to her mouth and began sucking on the wetness. This is wrong! So wrong! This is NOT happening! I can't believe what I'm doing!

She continued to berate herself until she sucked all the cum she could get out of the abused towel. However, her berating came out in such a way as to be more arousing to her than discouraging. For instance, she said, This is NOT how a proper Christian lady behaves. This is how a wanton big-titted mommy slut behaves! One who simply can't get enough of her son's naughty, incestuous, oversized cock-meat!

Why, if he were here right now, I might very well drop to my knees and take his great thickness into my mouth and suck on it! And not just one or two polite little bobs on it either. No! I'm so far gone that I'd create a tight seal with my lips and use tremendous suction right over his sweet spot, because I know how much he loves that. And I'd use my tongue on it too, and stroke the rest with my fingers, because I'm so very, very naughty!

She quickly moved on to the pillowcase until she got most of that wet spot as well.

Once the cum was gone, her horny mood vanished in the air. She broke down and cried. Her one consolation was that no one else knew of her secret struggle with the laundry.

It was a battle she fought silently, and generally lost, almost every time she did the laundry these days. No one else, not even Suzanne, knew just how frequently she struggled with her urges at times like this.

To Susan's great despair, it seemed like the only times in a day she was happy nowadays was when her chest was bared and her son's erection or cum filled her mouth.

She concluded, It's hopeless. I can't deny reality. I need to help Tiger with his problem and soon, or I'm going to lose my mind! I don't even care if Ron is still here; I'm not going to fight it anymore. I need his love! I need that cum! It's the liquid proof of his everlasting love. God help me!

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