6 Times a Day

Alan was asleep within minutes, and got a good ten hours of rest that night.

He felt like a million bucks when his alarm woke him the next morning, and so did his dick. He looked back on his exciting experiences the day before, and then remembered bits of his dreams. Whoa! I actually had sex with Sis! Good God, it fucking lived up to the hype and then some! I can't wait to do that with her again and again and again!

But, now that I think about it, what's weird is that last night I had a pretty intense dream about fucking Ms. Rhymer. And now that I know what fucking is really like, that dream was so dang realistic and vivid! It was like I could feel the full pleasure of really pushing my dick inside her.

With all the great things going on at home with Mom and Sis and Aims and Aunt Suzy, why do I dream of Ms. Rhymer too? Am I that greedy? Aren't four total babes enough for anybody? I mean, true, I had other dreams about Sis and the others, but that one dream with Ms. Rhymer was, like, extra awesome.

Hmmm. I think maybe it's a reflection that things have been heating up in fourth period a LOT lately. Especially in the last few days. Yesterday was particularly weird, for crying out loud - my teacher was totally jilling herself with a Magic Marker while she was staring right at me! I swear she was! There's no other explanation. And then, when you consider how long I've been crushing on her, it seems like things are reaching some kind of peak with her or something.

What am I talking about here? She's my teacher! She'd never allow anything to happen. She'd get fired in a minute! But she keeps giving me this hungry look. Apparently I'm the same way. I can't wait to find out what'll happen with her today! No wonder I fucked her so damn hard and long in my awesome dream.

But if there's one thing I know, it's that I'm NEVER gonna try to put a move on her. That would be stupid. Maybe she has some feelings for me, but she's not the kind to ever allow anything to happen with a student. She'd slap me and get all hurt and angry, and that would kill our special friendship. No, I've got PLENTY of other things to be happy about, starting with a lot more sister fucking! He chuckled to himself.

After he went through his morning rituals, he got the book bag in which he had the black paint and brushes and secretly repainted his sister's crotch in the shower. The plan was to finish well in time for breakfast.

Katherine was surprisingly cooperative about it. Her worry about her parents catching them was great enough for her to stay quiet and not tease or tempt him, so they finished with time to spare.

When it was done and he was alone again, he thought, Man, I'm so glad the bathroom door has a lock. Especially since Ron knocked on the door to see if the bathroom was free; that was a close one!

No way am I going to get caught again. But if I have to get caught, I'd rather get caught painting here than in the supply closet at school. I could always make up some excuse to Mom and Ron about painting my sister, weird though it might look. After all, we're only painting. Plus, I'm getting pretty good at coming up with bullshit stories on the fly. Kim will just have to manage on her own, 'cos I'm not going back into that supply closet. Hopefully her paint job will hold up well enough to last through the day.

Alone in the bathroom, Alan masturbated as he showered. He had no shortage of inspiration, because he mentally relived what he and his sister had done the day before. He figured he was ready for anything Akami might dish out, and also fantasized about Ms. Rhymer throwing herself at him after school. Together those helped him unload a torrent of cum in the shower.

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After both Alan and Katherine left for school and Ron left for work - his vacation at home wasn't much of a vacation for him or his family - Suzanne came over as usual and joined Susan for their daily exercise regimen.

Susan was proud of herself that she'd gone all of Thursday without any inappropriate touching of her son. However, her urges were building inexorably. Given what had happened on Tuesday, Suzanne seemingly managed to bring every private conversation she had with Susan around to a discussion of Alan and his ever needy erection. She was so subtle that Susan never realized how Suzanne was deliberately goading and tempting her at every turn.

This day, Susan burned off her sexual frustration by attacking the exercise machines with unusual vigor. By the time they were all done, she felt like a limp noodle. She hardly talked to Suzanne, because she was so sexually frustrated and every topic tended to remind her of her frustrations.

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After Suzanne left, Susan went back to her bedroom and took a nap, something she hardly ever did. She slept and dreamed.

The dream started out as a replay of what had really happened that morning at breakfast. Ron was busy reading his usual Investor's Business Daily newspaper while Katherine and Alan gobbled down the big breakfasts Susan had prepared for them. Ever the dutiful housewife, she was constantly coming and going to the kitchen to serve everyone else's needs. It was a wonder she found time to eat her breakfast with them as well.

So this was exactly how it was in her dream, except that she was wearing an outrageously sexy and revealing nightgown. The gown was semi-transparent, not to mention open to the waist, but neither Alan nor Katherine found this in the least bit strange. Whether Ron would have been shocked was unknown because he was so absorbed in his newspaper that he wasn't paying any attention to the others.

She looked down and realized that both her breasts were mostly hanging out of her gown, but it was cut in such a way that there was really nothing she could do about it.

At first she didn't even realize it was a dream and not reality, because things somehow seemed like they were supposed to be. She continued performing her usual morning rituals and duties in a bewildered daze.

Then when she brought Alan his usual fruit and bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, he started to feel her up. Not surprisingly, his hands homed in on her 38G rack.

She stood there blushing while he groped at her bare chest.

He said casually, as if he did this all the time around Ron, "Mom, I'm checking to make sure you're following the rules."

She whispered worriedly, "The rules?"

"Yes. The rules that state you're not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Ever." His food temporarily forgotten, he twisted and pulled on her nipples with both hands.

Her mouth hung wide open. If her heart hadn't been pounding hard before, it certainly was now. She stared with horror at Ron's newspaper, fully expecting that he'd heard what Alan had just said and would lower the paper. Then all hell would break loose. But the paper stayed up. The only sign there was someone alive on the other side of it was the sight of some fingertips holding up the paper and the sounds of a bagel being chewed.

Time seemed to pass for her at a glacial pace. But her boobs were as sensitive in her dreams as in real life, so her arousal rose to nearly unbearable levels. She finally looked back down at her son and whispered almost inaudibly, "Tiger, it's been a few minutes, at least. I think you have your answer already!"

Alan spoke back without making any effort at keeping his voice down. "True. At least about your tits. Let's check your pussy." One of his hands dropped down to the front of her crotch, and the other reached around to her ass. Two of his fingers pushed deep into her slit, which was already moist and eager. All his fondling in front and back kept her gown elevated and her entire front exposed. It was a near miracle that her gown managed to cling to her shoulders and stay on at all (not that it covered much in any case).

After all this time, Susan remembered that Katherine would also be eating breakfast with them. In fact, Katherine wasn't in the dream yet, but she materialized just in time for Susan to look over at her.

Katherine seemed completely unperturbed by what was happening, and just kept chomping away on her kiwi fruit. However, there was no newspaper blocking her view, so she repeatedly looked over at what Alan was doing.

By this time, Susan had her hands behind her head, as if she were under arrest. It occurred to her that Alan hadn't told her to strike that humiliating pose, but she'd done it on her own, perhaps because he inspected her like this every morning.

Even as Alan probed her pussy and ass, Susan whispered to her daughter, "Angel, what's happening here?! Don't you find what Tiger's doing to me a bit... odd?!"

Katherine giggled. "Odd? Mom, you're the odd one today. Brother is just doing his usual underwear check. He's checked me twice already this morning, and he made me cum both times! See?" She was wearing a gown held closed by a sash, and without getting up she opened the sash and exposed herself from her neck to her knees. Sure enough, she was unencumbered by any underwear.

She leered at Alan. "Hey Bro, you wanna check me again?" Like Alan, she wasn't trying to keep her voice down at all. She added in a sultry purr, "With your special prober, perhaps?"

He winked at his sister. "Maybe later. Aunt Suzy gave the prober a pretty good workout last night. Besides, I think I'm gonna be checking Mom for a while. I might even give her a 'special check' right across the table!"

Katherine just grinned and went back to eating her oatmeal, while leaving her gown wide open.

Susan found all of these disturbing events to be terribly arousing. She thought, Oh no! Not the special check! God knows I love it, but not in front of Ron! She realized that in this dream world, Alan fucked her every day, and he didn't care who saw them at it.

Her gash was gushing, thanks to Alan's continued fingering. The squishy sounds his fingers were making seemed to fill the entire room, and even drowned out the sounds of eating. She knew that if she didn't get him to stop soon, she'd cum, and cum hard. She was certain the resulting scream would wake the dead. It would certainly serve to clue Ron in.

So she whispered urgently, "Tiger, please! No! That's enough!"

He frowned. "Enough? Mom, I don't like your attitude. Blow me."

"What?! How DARE you talk to your mother that way!" Since the others weren't whispering, her voice was growing louder and louder too. Yet even though she was trying to act defiant, she still kept her hands behind her head.

"Mom, I'm not going to warn you twice. Blow me now, or I'm going to have to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking." He looked like he was ready to do it.

Her mouth gaped like a fish. At first she rejected the idea of a blowjob out of hand. But she weighed her options and decided that if she had any chance of saving her marriage by miraculously keeping Ron oblivious, the blowjob was the lesser of two very horrible options. The loud ass slaps of a spanking would alert anyone who wasn't completely deaf to what was happening.

While she was making up her mind, Alan tugged on her gown, and kept tugging until it fell to the floor.

Susan immediately bent down to pick it up, but before she could, Katherine snatched it away. Susan then reached out for it, but Katherine crumpled it into a ball and held it away like she was protecting the ball during a basketball game.

"Naughty, naughty, Mom," Katherine chided her. "You know the rules in this house. Cocksucking Alan is always done completely naked. How many hundred times has Aunt Suzy told you that? Sheesh!"

Susan was feeling frantic. There was a part of her that wanted to blow Alan so much she could almost literally taste it, but a greater part of her was scared to death because Ron was right there. It seemed like she was sucking her son's cock very often indeed, so she didn't understand how her husband could be so oblivious.

Since at that moment Alan was busy eating his oatmeal, she decided to try and slip away upstairs without anyone noticing.

However, she'd only managed to lower her arms and take a step or two away from the breakfast table when she felt two feminine hands on her butt.

It was Katherine, standing behind her. She said, "Mom, now where do you think you're going?"

"Well, I thought I'd, er, go powder my nose first."

Katherine laughed as she intimately caressed Susan's shapely derriere. "That's a good one! If I didn't know better, I'd probably think there's something wrong with you today. Are you feeling okay? Is your stomach queasy from swallowing too much of Brother's sperm last night? Again?! Geez, Mom! Are you or are you not your son's sexual plaything?!"

Susan turned back towards Alan. She found herself hefting her breasts up and practically molesting her own chest, and she didn't know why. She looked at the large bulge in his shorts and grew angry, mostly at herself. Look at that! Tiger's cock needs draining and here I am, traipsing and gallivanting about like I've got something more important to do! My role is to suck! And to stroke! And to SERVE!

Those thoughts brought a sense of calm relief. It was almost as if this weird world was starting to make sense again. Her proper role in life was to serve her son sexually, and thinking otherwise, even temporarily, was the reason her head hurt.

However, Ron's presence was still terrifying her. She said to Katherine, "No, I'm good, Angel. Of course I'm his toy." She shivered with delight upon saying that. "But maybe Tiger and I could get more comfortable if we retired to my bedroom?"

"No, Mom. Do it here." Katherine gave Susan's butt cheek an encouraging slap, and propelled her in Alan's direction. "It's important to remind everyone all the time who the REAL man of the house is."

Just then, Susan heard and saw Ron's newspaper ruffle. Perhaps shaken from his stupor by the loud slapping sound, he was bringing the paper down to reach for the bottle of orange juice in the middle of the dining table.

Susan immediately ducked down below the table edge before Ron could see her standing there in the buff.

Katherine and Alan took advantage of her movement to position her head over Alan's lap. Katherine swatted Susan on the ass to scoot her forward.

Alan, meanwhile, put his hands on her head and guided her in close. Susan couldn't remember it happening, but somehow his shorts had come off, leaving him naked from the waist down. "There's my cock, Mom. You know what to do, and it's what you do best. Suck!"

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