6 Times a Day

Chapter 723 Real Incest ? ['Someone' Sponsored]

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It was a testament to Alan's self-control that he managed not to cum at the same time Susan did, but he knew he couldn't last much longer. He called Brenda over and said, "Great job! Come here and take my cum."

YES! Brenda couldn't resist pumping a triumphant fist in the air. Not only do I win the job of penis tender, but I'm gonna get a load of his cum too! Are you kidding me?!

But rather than a handjob or even a blowjob, it seemed only appropriate to have a titfuck, since this was Brenda with her 34J breasts. So he said, "Kneel before me."

Brenda practically passed out just from hearing that. "Kneel before me?!" DId he really just say that?! Oh sweet Jesus!

Her hands trembled as she rapidly removed the rest of her latest outfit. She was glad that she was still wearing her high heels. Thanks to her many phone calls with Susan, she'd come to believe that there was something almost magical about cocksucking him in nothing but heels.

Her body was buzzing with desire as she knelt in front of him. Pinch me; I'm dreaming! Susan and I have talked about this very pose so much, and now it's really happening to me!

She looked to Susan and gave her a pleading, hopeful look, as if asking for permission to continue.

Susan gave her a thumbs up.

She scooted closer and felt his legs clench in on either side of her. That caused another electric jolt of arousal down to her toes. He's so strong! So confident! So demanding! He sounds like some kind of lord or king about to knight one of his subjects. And he's going to anoint me, but he'll be anointing me with his SPERM!

Without saying another word, he slipped his erection into her deep valley.

Brenda stared adoringly into his eyes. Master! Master! Someday, I'm going to call him that out loud. I swear it! He's using my tits without even asking. It makes me feel slutty and used... and I love it!

MMMM! I used to think my tits were too big, but now I can see their size is just right. They need to be this big to fully envelop every inch of my lord and master! If all goes like I hope and pray it will, I'm gonna spend countless hours in this very position for years to come, taking proper care of his huge fuck stick!

She started sliding her gigantic globes around his dick, raising one while lowering the other and then vice versa. All the while, she made sure to keep a tight "tit-tunnel" going, so it might feel as good for him as a real vaginal fucking.

His erection was pulsing and straining so hard, and everything was so extremely arousing, that he lost it in about a minute.

Brenda couldn't believe her luck: his cock was actually trapped in her cleavage. But what blew her away, in more ways than one, was when he shot his cum on her face. Again, she was flabbergasted that he just went ahead and did it without warning or asking. All he did was grunt loudly. She didn't know why, but somehow being treated like that caused her to have a great orgasm of her own, the orgasm that she'd been building up to all evening.

Even as Alan's semen continued to spurt onto her nose and cheeks, she found herself wailing and jiggling and heaving with pure lust. All of her talk about incestuous sex took her to an even higher level. She was nearly delirious.

No one was immune to the surge of arousal, especially since all the other women were inspired to finger themselves. Everyone in the room seemed to climax nearly at the same time, resulting in one extremely loud scream-fest. It was almost like a chain reaction.

But just when Alan ran out of cum and Brenda thought it was over, Susan panted, "Clean... clean him up!"

Brenda felt foolish for not remembering Susan's cleaning tradition, since it was something Susan always talked about. Brenda adored the idea so much that she'd had daydreams about nothing more than lavishly cleaning up Alan's cummy crotch, even when he was fully flaccid. She immediately engulfed his entire cockhead. She was delighted beyond measure that he was still erect, and she bobbed on him with a fierce determination to keep him that way.

She was successful for about a minute or so. But, unfortunately, Alan's body had its limits, and his dick finally started to deflate.

Brenda was somewhat discouraged by this, but she knew just what to do (thanks again to her talks with Susan). She switched over to extensively licking his penis and balls, with an emphasis on his balls.

She moved to a more comfortable position between his legs. She was content to lick him as long as the others would let her. This is crazy! It's such a struggle to get him to even look my way. And then he uses my tits and face like some kind of cum dump. Why do I let him? Why do I find it so exciting to merely clean him up?! Especially with my face splattered with his virile seed! UGH! HRRNG!

True, I've had some wild fantasies about being spanked and used, but this is real life! I can't even look at him anymore; it's like he's radiating power and control. I feel weak in the knees simply from being near him, much less being allowed to lick his balls like this. Even now, I should be feeling some kind of post-orgasmic letdown. But I still want to crawl right up his body, kiss him, and say, "Thank you, kind sir. Thank you for choosing my big tits and face to blast your cum on."

What's wrong with me?! This isn't right. HE'S supposed to be the one to stammer and flutter when he's near me! I know I'm not thinking rationally. I know I've built him up to be even more of a super stud than he really is. In some ways, he's still just a kid. But, dammit, serving him feels so GOOD! I want to be one of his sex pets, and I don't care about the consequences!

She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and did her best to give it a thorough tongue bath. Aaaah... If I keep this up long enough, he's gonna get erect again. Then maybe they'll let me keep on sucking him until he paints my face with another fruity load!

Alan slouched back on the sofa and joked, "That's what I call a moving performance. Not a dry seat in the house. But I'm going to need a longer rest before Alan Junior here can enjoy the rest of the show. Let's take a ten minute break. Mom, can you get some snacks and more drinks?"

"Sure thing, Son."

So the group took a much-needed snack break.

Susan got up and motioned for Brenda to stand up too. "Come on. You've been sucking on his balls for quite a while now."

Brenda still had one of his balls in her mouth, but she obediently, if reluctantly, pulled her lips away. She gave his penis a kiss, imitating the way Amy had kissed it earlier, but that soon turned into a series of kisses and licks.

Susan chuckled and took Brenda's hand. "I know the feeling. It's intoxicating and addictive, isn't it?"

Brenda finally disengaged and stood up. She nodded gleefully while licking some of the cum from her chin.

Susan gave her a big hug. Not surprisingly, Susan was topless and Brenda was nude, so there was a sizable amount of tit flesh rubbing together. "Brenda! Goodness gracious, I absolutely LOVED your second performance there! What you said about the importance of mommy fucking - genius! Pure genius!"

"Um, thanks." Brenda felt like she was being crushed to death by Susan's firm hug, but she was glad nonetheless for the support. "I'm just speaking my mind."

"Right on, sister! Speak the truth! It was just... SO TRUE!" She squeezed Brenda even tighter with her great enthusiasm, deliberately rubbing their massive racks together a lot more. She was careful not to touch Brenda's face though, so as to not mess up her cummy look.

Alan looked up. His jaw dropped when he saw all the tit mashing and sliding. He had to quickly look away. Fuuuuck! Too arousing! So much friggin' BOOB! I can't forget that women as slim and stacked as she is are one in a million. And yet, all of these incredible ladies are MINE! Brenda's already mine by now, for sure. Oh, fuck me. I can't even think like this or my dick is going to get erect again before I can even fully catch my breath!

Susan whispered in Brenda's ear, "So you had a minute or two of titfucking heaven. Can you imagine doing that for half an hour or more, freely sucking, licking, stroking, and titfucking to your heart's content?"

Brenda whispered back, "Oh, STOP it! I'm too horny already. You're going to make me pass out! I don't know how you can stand it. That much cocky fun? Every day?! Sometimes multiple times a day! Just thinking about it makes it hard for me to breathe!"

Susan smirked. "Here, let me help you." She brought both hands up to Brenda's giant globes and freely fondled them while continuing the tit-rubbing, nipple to nipple.

Brenda was so erotically overcome that she kissed Susan passionately on the lips.

Susan could taste the flavor of Alan's cum in Brenda's kiss. That inspired her to kiss back very passionately and thoroughly.

Despite the fact that they had been whispering, Alan had heard everything, because he was sitting just a few feet away. That blew his mind all over again.

After the hug and kiss, Brenda started to walk towards the front foyer, because that was on the way to the nearest bathroom.

Susan asked her, "Where are you going?"

"To clean my face off, of course."

Susan had a good chuckle at that. "No, I don't think so."

Brenda stopped and turned around. "What? You're kidding. Sure, I loved the act of being squirted on, but this stuff turns sticky and gross pretty quickly."

Susan said with some irritation, "That 'stuff' is none other than Tiger's precious sperm! You should consider it an HONOR that he's marked your face and tits with some of it. Wear it with pride! Or are you not serious about sexually serving him?"

Brenda replied hesitantly, "I am... Of course! It's just..."

"What?" Susan barked impatiently. "Are you still trying to hold on to your foolish notions about playing hard to get or some kind of crap like that?"

Actually, Brenda had pretty much given up on that, since it had been a complete flop. But at that moment she felt much more emboldened because Alan was in the other room. She tried to put up a brave front with Susan. "Yes, I am, and it's not a foolish notion."

She stiffened with pride and said boastfully, "I know I've got 'it.' No man can resist my charms. I like Alan being in charge, but I still should be the one to determine the nature of-"

Susan cut in. "You will determine nothing! Yes, you've got 'it.' But I've got 'it,' the girls have 'it,' and Suzanne has buckets of 'it.' Your big tits and all-around sexy body is your foot in the door. That may be how you got Tiger's cum on your face in the first place, but that's as far as it goes. Look at the rest of us, and remember that he's got other gorgeous women he's fucking as well. He can take you or leave you. You talk about having some special, sexual 'it' but he's got more 'it' than the rest of us combined!"

Brenda was a bit overwhelmed by Susan's passionate speech. She just stared wide-eyed, nodding.

Susan continued, "Don't coast on your looks. What matters is your attitude. Do you really have what it takes to properly serve his cock? With all the passion you can muster, for hours on end if need be?"

Brenda's pride and determination returned. "I do! We've talked about this a lot on the phone, almost every day. You know I do!"

Susan was strangely defiant. "You talk a good talk. But is it all talk?"

Frustrated at Susan's attitude, Brenda turned and headed towards the bathroom again.

Susan growled, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I have to pee."

"But you're not going to wipe off your face or chest. Are you?"

Brenda dropped her head in defeat. "No. I suppose not." In theory she loved the idea of having her face painted, but in practice she found the feeling of cum dripping down her face rather icky.

Susan abruptly changed her demeanor. She wrapped an arm around Brenda's back and spoke closely to her face, like a friendly confidante. "Consider it an honor to be painted with his sperm. I really mean it. It's like a sign of his love and attention. Sure it's kind of gross, if you look at it that way. But when you come back from the bathroom, see how us other women look at your spattered and sticky face. You'll see nothing but envious looks. We all want to be in your shoes, with OUR faces that messy."

"Really?"

"Really." Susan kissed Brenda's nose fondly. It was one of the few spots on her face free of cum.

Brenda smiled.

Elsewhere in the room, Suzanne immediately grabbed Amy. "Honey Pie, can we talk alone for a minute?"

Amy naturally replied, "M'kay."

The two of them went to the back patio and closed the sliding door behind them. The fact that they were both dressed scandalously in half-naked outfits while standing outside barely even registered with either of them.

Standing next to the pool, Suzanne looked into her daughter's face intently and struggled for something to say. Finally she started with, "Honey Pie, you realize that you and I are being put into some pretty sexual situations together lately."

"Yep! Isn't it great?"

"Well, yeah, of course. But I'm specifically speaking of you and me together, not one of us with Sweetie. It's just a matter of time until you and I are going to be put into some kind of compromising situation. For instance, he might ask the two of us to blow him at the same time. Or maybe he'll even want to fuck us together."

"Oooh! Good idea! Why don't we ask him if he wants to do that tomorrow?"

"Aaaaamy! You're not getting it! My point is we should NOT do that. You're my daughter. My REAL daughter. Since both of us are obviously into women as well as men, I'm afraid that if we get together, we'll end up doing... things... with each other. Sexual things."

Amy blinked several times in apparent confusion. "And that would be bad?"

"YES! Very bad! Incest! Remember that he and Angel are adopted. We're the only ones in this group who potentially have to deal with real incest. I want you to promise me that you'll agree not to get into any potentially incestuous situation with me."

"Like what could be so bad?"

"News travels fast in our little group. I'm sure you've heard how Angel and Susan shared a blowjob earlier today, and not for the first time."

Amy wiggled her eyebrows enthusiastically. "That's awesome! Double blowjobs ROCK!"

"But Honey Pie. It's not so great. Well, it is for them, or you and Angel, or really almost any combination. Of course Sweetie loves that. But... you and I, naked together, our tongues nearly touching... That's bad. Trust me on this. Promise me you'll make sure that kind of thing won't happen."

Amy's answer was unusually serious. "Mom, I can't promise that. That would ruin all the fun. I mean, don't you want there to be a big group orgy? How can we do that if you're all uptight about this? Anyway, there's plenty of incest going on here. You keep encouraging Susan to fuck Alan, and we know it's just a matter of time until that happens. I know he's adopted, but you can't tell me you'd be suggesting otherwise if they were related genetically. So how can that be bad?"

"Honey Pie, I'm shocked. You always agree to whatever I ask of you. What's gotten into you?"

"My O.B.'s thingy last night, for one thing." Amy giggled. "Come on, Mom; I'm an adult now. It's not like you and I can have babies by having sex with each other. I love you and want to love you in a physical way too. Are you saying you're not attracted to me? I'm hurt." She pouted.

Suzanne was very flustered. "No. That's not it. Of course I'm attracted to you. I'm so proud of what a beautiful, wonderful woman you've become. But sometimes we can't act on our feelings."

Her eyes started to tear up as she thought about her love for Amy and how quickly her daughter had grown up. She mourned the loss of the little girl she once knew. But she wasn't the crying type, and she fought off the feeling before it gained hold.

Amy spoke confidently. "You know, Mom. I'm not a little girl. I may not be all super-scheme-y like you, but I can still see things. I can see how you're trying to find a place by Alan's side. And so you're having some uncomfortable competition with Susan. You don't mean to hurt her, but you also don't want to lose him to her."

Suzanne just blinked. She was surprised. She knew Amy extremely well, and she objectively knew what her daughter was capable of, but nonetheless her overall image of her was slow to change. She quietly said, "Yes?"

Amy started chewing on a celery stick that came from a snack bowl in the living room. "The way I see it, Alan and Susan have the incest thing, which is really powerful. Look what happened when Brenda started going off about it a couple of minutes ago. Instant super climax for everybody! We're not family with him, like Kat and Aunt Susan, not REALLY anyways, even though we're almost like family. But you and I, we're family with each other. We could use that to our advantage to even things up a bit. Like, have him fuck a mother and daughter at the same time. It would totally turn him on. Totally! You need every advantage." She kept chewing on the celery.

Suzanne smiled. "Amy! You sneaky... Pestridge." She chuckled. "You're just like me, aren't you? You're having the same issues with Angel as I'm having with Susan, aren't you? Trying to one up her? I thought you were completely accepting of everything."

"I am, and you know I love her like a sister. But that doesn't mean I don't want to get more attention sometimes. As long as Alan keeps me in the inner group, I'm cool. I had to be clever to get where I am. But I kind of feel on the edge of the group, still."

Suzanne stroked Amy's hair adoringly. "Don't worry, Honey Pie. You're definitely in the inner group. Don't forget you're his official girlfriend now. I'll try to look out for you, too, okay? You're right that we should work together. But I can't be with you physically in any kind of amorous way. Can you understand that? And accept it?"

Amy pondered. "Hmmm. I'll try. But I really think you should change your mind. We'll both miss out on such fun stuff! Not to mention, we'll fall behind the Plummer mother-daughter team too. For instance, they're getting all busy with these double blowjobs. What's so bad about us doing that too? It's all about pleasuring his thingy. You and I barely even have to touch. I mean, wouldn't that be awesome, taking turns bobbing on his thickness? Can you think about that too?"

Suzanne agreed. "Okay, I will. I suppose I could consider taking part in something like a double blowjob with you, if it's done in the right way, without any tongue touching. But you need to think about what I want too. Incest with an adopted family member or step-relative is one thing, but real incest is something else."

Amy replied, "M'kay. But shouldn't everyone be able to love everyone else? Isn't that the best? Don't we all love each other? Doesn't it feel right it we all love each other unconditionally?"

Suzanne didn't answer those questions; she just waved Amy away so she could think. My daughter is so frustratingly incorrigible. But her ideas about love are so endearing, too. I don't really want to change that. And she can be sneaky. She made some good points. I need every edge I can get, and trying to stop her and me from doing anything physical will always be an uphill fight. But it's just not right!