6 Times a Day

Chapter 914 I Want To See How You Fuck Her In The ASS! [Victor Setelo Sponsored]

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Susan wanted to make eye contact, so she pulled up the tablecloth that hung down over Alan's legs. She looked up at her son with a gaze so intensely smoldering that he nearly yelped in surprise. She was already stroking and licking his boner through his open zipper, but that wasn't good enough for her. She suddenly unbuttoned his pants, lifted his ass up, and yanked his pants down. "God, help me, but I need this!"

She dropped her mouth over his thick dick and stuffed all of his cockhead into her gaping maw.

The others didn't even blink an eye at that. In fact, everyone was a bit surprised that Alan had managed to make it through all of dinner and then some with his pants on.

"Wait a minute, Mom." He pulled his dick out of her mouth. At first she seemed completely crushed by that, but he had a plan in mind. Her face was deep in his crotch as her lips lingered less than an inch from the tip of his dick and her tongue reaching even closer than that. So it was very easy for him to simply grasp his shaft with one hand and start "whipping" her cheeks with it, and that's exactly what he did.

Susan's eyes lit up like a bright neon sign as she realized what he was doing. Her look could only be described as feral and animalistic. "Tiiiiger! Oh BOY! It's like a whole new way of taming!"

She loved the way he was slapping one cheek and then the other with his dick, while sometimes hitting her nose as it crossed back and forth across her face. What he was doing "hurt" her only about as much as slapping her cheeks with a pen, but it was the idea that she absolutely loved. However, he was only able to make a few dick slaps on either side because having his stiffness that close to her mouth was simply too tempting. Soon she was happily sucking away on it again.

Suzanne was not immune to the rising tide of lust in the room. As she drifted from the kitchen to the dining room table, she commented, "Could someone please put on some music? All I hear is the sound of slurping, slurping, slurping. If I don't hear something else soon, I'm liable to join Susan down there."

Katherine quipped. "And that would be bad... how, exactly?" She giggled.

Amy also giggled, but she said, "Oooh! Great idea!"

Suzanne saw both girls starting to sink down in their chairs, and she could guess well enough where they were headed. She held up a hand. "HEY! No! Give the kid a break. I have no idea how Susan finagled her way down there, but we're supposed to just be having a normal conversation here. So can someone put on some music already?"

Amy stood up. "Bummer. And what to put on? I wish there were a lot more cocksucky kind of songs out there."

Suzanne sat down at the table, one chair away from where Alan sat, since the girls were closer. She was curious about the practicalities of what the girls were saying, and asked them, "How do you all do it right in the middle of school so often and never get caught?"

Katherine replied, "I know. Isn't that weird? The thea- Hey Mom, can you tone down the slurping sounds? Aunt Suzy has a point. I can barely hear myself over all the cocksucking."

"Sthorry," Susan mumbled. She was getting very talented at breathing through her nose, so she hardly ever had to pause.

Amy hurried back to the table, just as "Rock Lobster" by the B-52's began.

Suzanne groaned unhappily. "Ugh! This again? Amy, I know this album backwards and forwards. If I hear the B-52's greatest hits one more time, I'm gonna give you a one way ticket to your own private Idaho."

Amy giggled at that reference to one of her favorite B-52's songs. "Hey, it's upbeat, and it's something we all can agree on."

After Suzanne thought about some of the other dance pop artists Amy liked, she decided that hearing the B-52's one more time wasn't so bad after all.

Katherine continued her comment before she was interrupted. "Anyway, the theater room is essential, especially since the stinky bathroom is, well, stinky. Heather has the only key to the theater room, aside from maybe the janitor, but no one else ever goes there."

Alan fished into his pocket, as his pants were still in reach, and he pulled out the theater key. He flashed it about proudly as he said, "Correction. Alan has the only key!"

Amy and Katherine hooted, "Woo-hoo!" and clapped.

Susan was disturbed to see his pants still covering the lower half of his legs and took them all the way off. Impressively, she managed to do that without ever pausing pleasuring him with her slathering tongue. Not only was her tongue busy, but she was bobbing with long strokes, taking in about one-third of his dick with each down stroke.

Amy gave him a toothy grin. "You know what that means? You can take me in there at any time and totally do me! I can hardly wait for you to rip my clothes off and shove your big log up my butt!"

Alan was amused at the contrast between her slutty words and her angelic innocence as she sat at the table smiling at him. He pointed out, "Aims, I can't exactly rip your clothes off at school."

"Who said anything about waiting until school?" she teased and wiggled her butt in her chair.

That got a lot of big laughs.

Suzanne asked him, "Am I right in assuming that this means you've wrested control from Heather as to who can get fucked at school and when?"

"Yep!" he beamed.

Susan was nibbling on his cockhead, but stopped to let out a "Woo-hoo!" She switched over to a titfuck so she could talk at greater length. "You guys, you have NO IDEA how incredibly joyous I am right now! Hearing about Tiger fucking the whole cheerleading squad while his big cock tickles my tonsils... OH! And the cock whipping! I could just DIE of pure JOY! My son is in CHARGE and there's nothing we big-titted babes can do but SUBMIT!"

Alan looked around at the others. Even though Susan was just stating the obvious in terms she loved to use every day, he noticed their chests were nevertheless heaving more than before. It was a breathtaking sight, even with everyone sitting at the table fully clothed.

Susan looked down into her chest and tried to lick his cockhead as it came near her mouth, but she couldn't really do that and talk, so she just talked. "Suzanne, are you thinking what I'm thinking? I have a sudden desire to stop by that high school more often. Especially that theater room. Wouldn't it be great if we were kids again? I get so excited, picturing myself on the cheerleading squad, especially since it's now Tiger's personal pussy squad. The only panties I'd ever wear would be the painted on kind, if even that. Then Tiger could just flip up my short red skirt and slip inside me at any time!"

A thought suddenly occurred to her as she licked at his tip with more success. She was providing all the motion in the titfuck by moving her breasts up and down so she could lick him at the same time. "Hey Tiger, you remember that Tuesday Heather came over here to study with you?"

"Yeah?" He looked down at his dick sliding through her cleavage. It looked as good as it felt. He was getting close to blowing a load, but he was having too much fun to call for a strategic break.

"Tell me the truth. Were you fucking her in your room?"

"Yeah." He was a bit abashed, but proud too.

"I should have figured! Tiger, you're a fucking stud! It makes me tremble, knowing that you can conquer any woman at any time. I'm literally trembling with excitement! When anyone asks me why my own son fucks me at will, I'll just point out that he fucks the elite of the elite at his school, the prettiest and sexiest. He fucks the entire cheerleading squad and then some!"

"Um, Mom, no one's actually asked you that, right? By the way, I think I need a strategic break."

She stopped her titfuck, but she kept his dick trapped in her chest and since she was heaving with excitement, the break wasn't really much of a rest for his dick. "Don't worry, Son, I may not stand a chance of outsmarting you and your big cock, but I'm not stupid. I mean talking to someone in the know, like Brenda or Akami. You know how Brenda and I love to talk about this kind of stuff. Tell me, have you finished taming even Heather with your big fat cock?"

Alan thought about his meeting with Heather the day before, with the intense anal sex and strange bursts of tenderness. Then he thought about her haughty attitude today. "I'm working on it. But not really. I don't think she's completely tamable."

"Nonsense. You're just being modest. No woman can resist, once you've given her a few strokes of your sweet fuck stick. Not once you shove your big fat cock down my throat and make me suck on it so hard it creates a total vacuum!"

Katherine giggled. "Um, you mean down her throat, don't you?"

"Down all our throats! Son, promise me you'll bring her over once you've completely tamed her, okay?" Susan was so worked up by the talking that her hands started to slide her breasts up and down over her son's dick even though she was trying hard not to move them. She just couldn't contain herself.

She added, "I don't necessarily want to be with her, but I'd like to see her big tits swing as you make her crawl from room to room. I wanna see you tie her up and spank her HARD while she begs for mercy! And then I want to see how you fuck her in the ASS!" All the time she talked, her tits rhythmically rose and fell on each side of his erection.

Katherine could see that her mother was close to climax, and that her brother was about to blow. Since she was sitting next to Susan, she tweaked and twisted her mother's nipples.

That pushed Susan over the top. She squealed. "Oh! Oooooh! Angel!" She was so excited that she fell back from Alan, her breasts pulling away from the titfuck. She dropped her hands down to her crotch and shrieked even louder as she diddled her clit.

Alan was relieved, since he figured that now he could get a real strategic break. He sat back and recovered his breath.

While Susan sat on the floor recovering, Suzanne said, "Susan, you've been a bit of a cock hog today, I hate to say. That's enough for you for a while. Would someone else like to take over?"

Amy acted fastest. Her hand shot up in the air like a student eager to ask a question. "Ooooh! Me! Me, me, me, me, me!"

Alan laughed. So much for a break! He said, "Okay, Aims. But take it real slow and easy please. Mom was getting real carried away there, and I'm already on the verge of blowing."

"M'kay!" She made to stand up.

"Wait. Give me a couple of minutes first. I really need that strategic break."

"Don't worry, I'll be totally mellow. You'll hardly even notice your thingy is sliding around in my cleavage. Just you wait and see." Somewhat surprisingly, she was still fully dressed, as was everyone else, except for Susan, plus Alan lacking his pants. The group was still more or less in dinner mode. But Amy hopped up and stripped all her clothes off in a flash. There was a cup of melted butter still on the table, and she poured some of that down her cleavage with a naughty wink in Alan's direction.