6 Times a Day

Chapter 573 Dance Or Striptease?

?Susan was wordless as she walked to the underwear cabinet by the front door to get an old blouse that covered her completely. The others could all still see and hear her from where they sat. She also put on a long skirt that she kept by the door to go outside the house. She even put a white ribbon in her hair, which had been her practice nearly every day before her recent sexual liberation.

"Tiger, you think I'll do anything you say, don't you?" she said to him in mock exasperated tones as she picked out clothes to wear.

"Let's see... Yes!" he replied with deft comic timing.

Everyone laughed, even Susan.

She sashayed back into the living room. Her high heels firmed up her legs and butt, which made her walking look that much sexier.

She quickly put on the blouse, saying to him, "How is it that, after being turned into this sex ... addict, this predator, who wants to fuck his whole family and the neighbor's family as well, and even wants to fuck his own mother for crying out loud, how is it that you're still so cute and lovable?"

"It's all due to excellent mothering," he replied, both joking and serious at the same time.

Susan, now back in the living room, took that as a cue to begin her striptease. Pretending that no one else was in the room, she said, "So, you think having your buxom mother strip like some sleazy lap dancer constitutes excellent mothering? I'm shocked! Shocked!" Even as she said this, she began to unbutton her blouse and wiggle her butt.

"The very idea of nakedness - I find it appalling," she added, now really getting into parodying her old self. Her voice changed, sounding more terse and uptight. "It's almost as bad as sex, and we all know how bad that is." She completed unbuttoning all of her shirt buttons. "It's so IMPROPER!"

"But even worse than that are these two big things," she said as she briefly flashed her hefty boobs and then closed her blouse. "God, how I hate them. Maybe I should have them reduced. What do you think, Tiger? Are they too big?" She opened her blouse all the way, as if to get his feedback on having breast reduction surgery.

"Oh wait!" she said in mock horror, as she continued to wiggle her butt more enthusiastically, "You're not supposed to see those. Quick, look away!" She acted as if rebuttoning her blouse was not an option. Instead of trying to hide her tits, she cupped them from below with her hands and raised them toward him, making them look even bigger than they already were.

"You're not looking away, Tiger! If you stare at these too long, it will make you go blind, and you'll go to Hell, too, but as a blind man. Wait, I have an idea. If I raise my skirt, that will distract you and take your attention."

She pulled her skirt up and exposed her bush. She put on a very innocent but shocked face. "Oh no! I'm not supposed to be showing you that either! Whatever will I do?"

She considered what to do next to make her actions sexier. She wanted to make him forget all about Amy for a while and show everyone that she loved him the best in every way. In the meantime her wiggling turned into more of a dance, bouncing in time to the B-52's.

Alan's dick was still a little too excited. But he also realized that this was too good to watch without being pleasured at the same time.

So he snapped his fingers in Katherine's direction, beckoning her with his eyes.

She crawled over to him and started stroking his hard-on, even though her heart was still heavy over Alan choosing Amy to be his girlfriend. She tried to remind him of how much she loved him by pleasuring his cock as best she possibly could.

As he luxuriated in the sensations caused by his sister's fingers skillfully wandering up and down his hard-on, he thought, This evening is so perfect. Everything is going my way. And I'm learning that I can get any of these women to do anything I want, in front of anyone else. They don't want to fall behind in the competition. I'm in control now.

But just after he thought this, Katherine painfully pulled on and twisted his erection. He looked down and saw a partly angry yet partly apologetic expression on her face. He realized that was her way of saying, "You'd better believe we're going to talk about this Amy-as-girlfriend decision later." That point made, she continued stroking lovingly and sensually as she had been doing before.

Susan continued to sway as if dancing to a song only she could hear. She'd been stalling for time, trying to figure out where to take her striptease role-play when an idea popped into her head. She said out loud, "My unmentionables are totally exposed. Whatever will I do?! Oh, I know! I'll cup my hand over my most private part, so at least you won't be able to see all of that. I mean, really! Having my son look at me there, why the very thought is just so improper!" One hand continued to hold up the dress while the other cupped her bush.

As if realizing her hands were working at cross purposes, she went on, "But now he can see my tits and I don't have any hands free to cover them up! Oh excuse me, I mean my breasts. Tit: what a vulgar word! Yuck! I should wash my mouth out with soap just for saying such a foul thing. Oh wait, I just forgot I'm all out of soap. I guess I'll just have to put something else in my mouth that's long and hard and thick and slippery. I can't possibly think of what that could be, but later on I'll close my eyes, and Tiger, you can surprise me with something. You always know just the right thing to put in your mommy's mouth."

Susan stared hungrily at his crotch, watching her daughter's hand sliding up and down its slippery shaft, and she felt an uncontrollable need to crawl over to it and plunge it deep into her mouth. She didn't care about having to share it; in fact, in her current sexed-up mood she thought it would be all the better if she and Katherine could lick it, and each other, until they drowned in a delightful cum bath.

But she realized her blowjob fantasies were taking her out of the character she was supposed to be playing, so she resumed her striptease. She said, "But anyway, what to do about my, uh, breasts? I'd better take my skirt off all the way, so the hand that's holding that up can cover them instead."

She used both hands to pull her skirt all the way off, leaving her more naked than before. All that remained was her blouse, hanging wide open. One hand returned to cover her bush while the other cupped a tit from the underside, doing more to thrust it out than cover it up. "Ah, that's better," she said, as she continued to sway and gyrate to the music in her head. "Although one breast is still exposed, I suspect this is as good as I can do. Unfortunately, they're just too big to be covered up easily. Tiger, you're not looking at your mother's disturbingly erect nipples, are you? I don't know how that happened; it must be the cold air."

He just shook his head 'no'. He didn't want to interrupt her creative monologue. He couldn't help but chuckle at her "cold air" comment - the collective heat coming off everyone was bringing the room to a boil, and Susan especially was sweating profusely.

"No, you say," she said to him, ignoring his laughter. "And I guess it's true, but only because you're still looking between my legs. Why are you looking there? Is it because you think I'm masturbating myself?" She started vigorously frigging herself as she said that, while the hand on her tit moved to squeeze the nipple.

"Are you looking at my CUNT? Oops, I shouldn't say that naughty word. Your mommy has a pussy or a vagina, not a cunt. For instance, it's not proper to say, 'I want to stick my big cock in my mommy's hot cunt.' Instead, you need to say, 'I want to stick my huge, erect penis in my mother's heated, throbbing vagina.'"

She chuckled at that. "Besides, you wouldn't actually want to do that, would you? Why would you think such unseemly things of your mother? I barely even knew I had a vagina! Can women masturbate even? I didn't know that. Well, if you persist in staring there, I'd better do something else to hide myself. Let's see..."

He was on the brink of cumming, but luckily Katherine was so captivated watching Susan that her stroking had nearly ceased. However, just her occasional feathery brush-stroke near his cockhead kept him giddy with total arousal.

Susan said, "Maybe if I turn around then you won't be able to see all my naughty bits." She pivoted, now exposing her backside to Alan and the rest. Since she'd already lost her skirt, there was nothing to hide her fine, firm ass. As if there was any doubt of what a magnificent ass it was, she bent further over and proudly thrust it out toward the others.

She got more into the dance she was doing, swaying her hips from side to side. "Oh shit!" she finally said. "Pardon my vulgar language - Tiger, you'll just have to stuff my mouth even more with that lovely long soap bar of yours - but I just realized you can see my ass now! I mean, my rear end! Whatever will I do?"

She got even more into the dancing, so she stopped trying to carry on a dialogue. She still wore the open blouse, but as she danced she slowly pulled her arms free, sliding out of the blouse completely. Then she dramatically twirled the blouse around over her head a few times and let it fly across the room, just like a real stripper.

The CD Alan had put on had come to an end, but Susan just kept dancing, now completely nude. The utter silence from the lack of music was a bit disconcerting, but somehow it made her act all the more captivating.

Alan glanced at Amy to see if she was miffed at Susan for stealing the limelight. But Amy was smiling broadly, appearing as transfixed as everyone else.

Susan had started the striptease burning with embarrassment, but now that she was fully into it she didn't feel at all embarrassed. She was reveling in her sexuality and having the time of her life. She went from being ashamed of the crowd to almost wishing that there were even more people to see her wanton display (provided that they were all in-the-know women).

YES! This is how it should be! Look at Angel - it was bugging me that she was only stroking him, but she's finally started licking his sweet spot. Tiger is taming all four of us, and now we're learning to work as a team to serve his cock! The more I dance, the more his cock stays stiff and hot, and the more Angel can lick and stroke him! Heck, even Amy and Suzanne are getting in on things with the way they're looking so yummy playing with themselves! I love it!

She threw her arms up in the air and danced as she imagined an exotic belly dancer or gypsy would do, wiggling her stomach and repeatedly thrusting out her hips. Then, after a while, she began running her hands all over her ass and other parts of her body until finally she returned to openly masturbating herself. Soon her gyrations had less to do with the timing of the music in her head and more to do with the needs of her body.

She got so into it that she kicked her high heels off so she could dance freely, flinging them with high kicks just like a professional striptease artist might do.

But about a minute later, she suddenly came out of her masturbation stance and threw her arms into the air again, stretching her whole body as if in the grips of an ecstatic climax (which she was).

Alan had heard of people mentally taking a picture, but now he fully understood what that could mean: time seemed to freeze and the image of his mother's nude body stretching in complete rapture was etched into a memory he expected never to forget.

As he sat there, watching her exultation and hearing her scream of joy, it occurred to him, This is not just about me, or about sex. And this is way, way more than just about her striptease.

For Mom, this is about freedom. Liberation. She's throwing off the chains of convention and conformity that have kept her down her whole life. It's as if I can see the chains coming off at this very moment as the dancing frees her.

She's fully embracing her true self, and it turns out that deep down she's a very sexual person. To think that she might have gone through life without ever discovering this! Such a close call, and her opening up is all because of my weird medical condition. What a tragic waste life would have been without that, for all of us, but especially for her. Wow!

Even as he was having this intellectual epiphany, brought on by her dancing, his body was having a physical reaction to the same sexy sight. Somehow the notion that his mother was so wantonly letting go in the middle of the living room, the same room where they'd opened Christmas presents and watched Super Bowls every year, was more than he could take.

He was so insane with lust that his dick would have erupted even without Katherine licking him and jerking him off. Yet, luckily, at the same time, she could see that her mother's dance was coming to an end so she sped up her efforts to get him to cum. She could tell that it wouldn't be long now, so she sat back so she could aim his cum at her face and chest.

His erection started to explode with cum, with the first couple of ropes hitting her squarely in her cleavage. But then he simply said, "Aim for Mom!"

Katherine pointed his stiffness towards Susan as if pointing a gun. His next ropes flew a few feet forward, right onto his mother's lower legs.

Susan seemed lost in her own world, dancing away, but she wasn't so out of it to miss the feeling of warm cum splashing onto her skin. She was so delighted by this perfect cap to her dancing that her whole body began to buckle and shake. She fell to her knees, unable to stand.

She'd happened to fall forwards towards Alan and Katherine. That also allowed Katherine to aim Alan's still-spurting cock towards her chest.

Susan continued to writhe as she was overcome by one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her son's cum seemed to be falling down on her like rain. She arched her back and thrust her chest out to catch all the flying cum on her skin.

Alan and Susan both groaned and moaned uncontrollably. The others were completely quiet, transfixed by the remarkable rain of cum.

Susan unexpectedly pierced the relative silence of the room with an incoherent, guttural cry that was probably one of the loudest noises she'd ever made. She collapsed on the floor, completely spent.

The group sat there in a stunned silence, broken only by Susan's heavy breathing.

Then Alan clapped and the rest joined in enthusiastically. "Wow, Mom! You were great!"

Susan seemed to "come to," feeling very self-conscious once again. She was blushing furiously, but was still relaxed enough to stand up and take a good-natured bow before her audience.

She was surprised to note that everyone else was now completely nude. It was as if her dance had been so hot that no one could stand to bear the burden of wearing any clothing at all.