6 Times a Day

Chapter 1114 Do your Duty

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Suddenly, Suzanne stood up. "I do understand! I can hear your whispering. You think I don't have a libido? You think I'm not affected watching you stroke and lick Sweetie's fat stick while your huge bare tits bounce all over the place? And now you're naked while I'm fully clothed. I'm tired of having to always be the one to say 'no' around here. In fact, it's time that I get to play around for once! I'm claiming special 'Mommy privileges' too. Susan, you're banned to the other sofa for the rest of this discussion!"Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Susan pouted, but she sat back as Suzanne took off her own clothes. Susan fidgeted unhappily as Suzanne began licking her son's erection in such a way that everyone had a good view of the action. Suzanne was being a bit spiteful, letting Susan see exactly what she was missing out on. In fact, as Suzanne took Susan's favorite position, kneeling between Alan's legs, she turned to Susan and said, "And, in case you didn't notice, I AM wearing high heels." She stuck out her tongue.

Amy was about to resume speaking, but Alan could see that Susan was feeling hurt. So, even as Suzanne engulfed his cock and started steadily bobbing on it, he said, "Wait a sec. Now I'm claiming 'special Son privileges,' whatever that means. Mom, sit next to me and I'll play with your tits while we talk."

"Okay!" Susan happily agreed.

Then Katherine complained, "What about me? I'm being left out, as usual."

"Come sit on the other side of me," he suggested, "and we'll cuddle."

That made her happy too. She took off the last of her clothes, leaving only Alan wearing anything, as he still had his T-shirt on.

Alan shook his head in wonder. To think: this is how we conduct serious discussions around here now! It's so typical of Amy that she doesn't demand anything. She's awesome.

Once everyone was settled, Amy continued, "Anyhoo, I was explaining how I was talking to those guys. I pointed out to them that not all the football players could be friends with Alan, and I asked them to name some names. But they were so dumb! It was soooo obvious that these were some of the guys who hated you 'cos if nothing else, if they were your friends why would they be hitting on your girlfriend? They told me the names of most of the guys on the team who are NOT out to get you, I think. They even named Brad, my own brother, as one of your enemies! Isn't that weird?! And I got all of the names of the guys trying to chat me up, so I think that's worth something, too. I remembered just about everything and wrote it all down during my next class. I thought I was doing pretty good!"

Amy was still standing, but frowning now, "So then one of them invites me to meet with Ryan after school. What was the name of the guy who invited me? Oh yeah - Jake. He's one of the evil ones, I think. He just LOOKS bad, you know? So I thought, 'Ho ho! I'm Amy the super sleuth! I'm gonna crack this case on my own and then everyone will be so proud and happy! I'll go meet with this Ryan and REALLY work the dumb airhead angle and finger all the bad guys.'"

"So wait," Alan interjected, trying to not let Suzanne's stroking and bobbing get to him. "When I found you in the locker room you seemed completely clueless and had no idea who Ryan was. You're telling me that's not true?"

He casually twirled his fingers around Susan's nearest nipple as he spoke.

Amy giggled. "Uh-oh! Even my boyfriend brother still thinks I'm an airhead. Don't be silly! I'm not a total dummy! I kinda didn't want to tell you everything at the time 'cos I thought you might not let me go. I figured with Brad as my backup, I'd be okay. I had to play dumb until the whole thing was over. I did figure out some things, like Ryan is obviously a bad guy, and he's got about three guys who were lookouts at the gym and I got their names and they're bad guys too. But I couldn't get much out of Ryan. He just treated me like a dummy and showed me some pictures out of some stupid book. Then he said he drew them himself. What a lame-o. I wanna say sorry to you and to everybody 'cos I guess it was pretty dumb of me to try to do everything on my own. But I wanted to be the big heroine!"

Alan, recalling Katherine's confession from the night before, shot his brown-haired sister a frustrated look. "There seems to be a lot of that going around. Look, I appreciate all the help, but we've got to stick together. We've got to have complete and honest communication with each other, otherwise we're sunk. Is that clear?" He looked particularly at Amy and Katherine.

"M'kay," Amy said, with a rare frown. She looked rueful and disappointed in herself.

The conversation continued, with Alan doing most of the explaining.

Suzanne used the opportunity to show Susan how she thought penis tending was "properly" done. She carefully kept Alan constantly and wonderfully aroused, but not so out of his head horny that he couldn't continue to clearly think and talk.

Alan acted a lot more confident than he felt. While he didn't leave out any important facts, he consistently acted as though everything was under control and that it was just a matter of time before the football player plot imploded. He did fail to mention the pessimistic conclusions drawn at the ice cream store.

Since Amy was at the store too she must have realized the omission, but she didn't say anything.

He was pleasantly surprised at how well the news went over, generally speaking. He realized that that was mostly because his sisters and mothers now had such a high impression of him. The general feeling was, if he wasn't worried, then they shouldn't be too worried either. But the truth was, he was very worried. He wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his pessimistic thoughts to himself, especially since he'd just lectured about the importance of complete honesty.

The only major problem appeared to be Susan's reaction. She grew increasingly agitated as the discussion went on, and everyone had to spend considerable time saying things to calm her. (In fact, one reason the others took it better than usual was because they realized that if they got upset it only would fuel her reactions.)

To Suzanne's great annoyance, she was eventually forced to let Susan resume penis tending duties, since everyone knew how much that always pacified and pleased her. Suzanne was especially annoyed because she'd been nibbling, licking, and suckling Alan's pulsing boner for nearly twenty minutes, hoping to be rewarded with a creamy cum load once the discussion ended.

But even doing that wasn't enough to keep Susan calm. The bombshell mother kept saying things like, "Those beasts! How DARE they!" and "No one makes threats like that to my son, no one!"

At one point, everyone had to laugh because she said with righteous indignation as her hand stroked up and down, "Why, I'm so beside myself with anger that I can hardly even concentrate on jacking off my own son! And that's just WRONG! Sorry, Tiger."

Near the end of the half-hour discussion, she started to make some not-so-thinly veiled suggestions that she was going to do something drastic. With an increasingly grim and fierce look on her face and her free hand balled up into a fist, she said in a low and cutting voice, "They will all rue the day they messed with the Plummer family!"

She added a short time later, "I may just be an old woman, but I'm not too old to kick some ass!" Sometimes, she felt so agitated that she honestly could barely focus on her handjob.

Luckily, Suzanne said, "Susan, we all feel like you do. But look what happened with Angel yesterday and Amy today when they went charging into a situation all worked up. We can't make that mistake again. Partly, Sweetie needs to deal with this on his own, his way, but you and I can also secretly help behind the scenes. While he's been talking, I've been thinking up a new scheme. It's a different way we can get back at these guys on top of whatever he may conjure up. You know how much I love scheming; I can hardly wait to get started! But this time it's something I can really use your help with."

Susan was so excited about that that she stood up eagerly and started pacing around. "Yes! That's what I'm talking about! Let's do it! Does it involve violence?" She asked this last question with an obvious eagerness for action.

Suzanne chuckled. "No. You know me, I prefer subtlety. It's better that way and less risky for your children - our children - in the long run. And you do want them safe, don't you? So sit down and relax. Try some cocksucking for a while, since that always calms you down. False modesty aside, keep in mind that we five in this room are not only an exceptionally good looking bunch, we're also quite smart. Our enemies on the other hand have room temperature IQ's. It's just a question of how badly they're going to get beaten." She gave Susan an encouraging wink.

But to everyone's surprise, Susan replied, "I can't! I'm just too worked up. What those boys want to do to my son is an outrage!" She still paced around.

Alan couldn't believe his ears. "Mom, you're too upset to suck cock?"

"I KNOW!" She complained, and gave him an apologetic frown. "I can hardly believe it myself. It's terrible! When I think of those brutes hurting you, I-"

All of a sudden he barked, "Mom! Attention!"

Susan froze.

"Chest out! Head up! Arms back!"

She immediately complied with each command as soon as the words left his mouth.

He didn't like to use the "master" card, since he didn't really think of himself that way, but he saw that as the easiest way of calming her down. He asked her, "Now, who's your master?"

"You are."

"And who's my big-titted sex slave mommy?"

She grinned from ear to ear, and visibly relaxed, even as she kept her proudly thrust out position. "I am!"

"And whose son had five sexy cheerleaders simultaneously serving his cock today during lunch?"

Susan somehow stiffened up even more with pride. "MY son!" She thought, Gaawwwd, I can't wait to hear more about that! And then I'm gonna describe every last lick and stroke to Brenda! And then tomorrow to Suzanne too. What a perfect life!

He prodded, "And what do naked, big-titted mommies do with their mouths when they see their son has an erection?"

She glanced over at his crotch and noticed that his dick was only half-erect. She licked her lips, but also frowned with worry.

He added, with private amusement, "Or when he's possibly mulling over the idea of maybe having an erection at some point in the near future."

She smiled joyfully at that. "Why, everybody knows that it's a good mommy's duty to take her son's cock, in whatever state it's in, and lovingly rub it all over her face, and kiss it, and adore it, and lick it, and generally make it feel all better! Then, so help me God, there's nothing better on Earth than taking that yummy cock and stuffing it in my mouth, er, I mean her mouth, and sucking and licking and stroking it with all her abilities, because she loves you so much!"

His penis was already starting to fully engorge. "So, when I tell you that everything's under control and that you can suck my cock without worry, what are you going to do?"

Susan immediately dropped down and happily knelt between his legs. Beaming with pleasure, she held his shaft with both hands, and asked, "Son, thanks for straightening me out, and showing me my place. Again. Which, of course, is naked between your legs, with your cock in my mouth. Serving! Good God! Being an incestuous harem slave mommy is the absolute BEST! Are you close to cumming?"

"Um, I'm not that close. Even though you and Mother have been stroking and licking it so long, I've had a nice strategic break these past few minutes. I even went flaccid for a minute there. Besides, I'm still in a pretty mellow mood. So please go ahead and do your mommy duty."

He said that last bit with his tongue firmly in cheek, but she didn't take it that way. "Thank you! This'll soothe my ruffled feathers for sure. This IS my mommy duty! It's what good mommies do!"

She bent forward and suckled contentedly on his erection, treating it like a pacifier (while still using talented licking moves all over his sweet spot). She was feeling a very nice erotic buzz, but at the same time it was clear she was still somewhat troubled and antsy.

Suzanne was looking on, along with the others, and commented to no one in particular, "You know, as annoying as it is that Susan gets his cock most of the time, I can't really get mad at her. She's just so inspired."

"Not to mention hot!" Katherine added. "Look at that ass. And those tits! I'd KILL for tits like that. Look at 'em sway in time to her bobbing. She's really working it. She even moves her shoulders and grinds her hips as part of some kind of rhythmic groove all over her body. That's how you can tell when she's really into it."

"Actually, she does that pretty much all the time when she's sucking him, I've noticed," Suzanne pointed out.

"True," Katherine conceded. "But I'm talking about an extra sexy wiggly groove. Like, it's as if she's sitting on his fat cock and churning her hips all over it. THAT'S when she's really hot. That, and her 'mmmm' noises."

"Yeah!" Amy added. "She's totally super duper double hot! I just hope my boobs keep growing until they're THAT big."

Suzanne commented, "Well, you do have my genes, Honey Pie, so who knows, you just might. Anyway, can we get back to the topic at hand? What were we even talking about?" She shook her head, trying to tear her eyes away from staring at Susan's busy lips. "Hello? ... Over here, people!"

Still getting no reaction, Suzanne stood up and started preening and posing in the same way Amy had been a few minutes earlier. "Sweetie? Look at me. Yoo-hoo! Are you forgetting about your Aunt Suzy?"

Alan did finally look her way, but Suzanne was so overcome by lust that she forgot about the discussion and started grooving in place. With her arms above her head, she bent deeply with her knees, swaying and gyrating to the music that only played in her head.

He was so transfixed by Suzanne's sexy dancing that even Susan somehow sensed his interest and pulled her head from his crotch to see what he was looking at. "Oh! Bonus!" Susan exclaimed. "Very good, Mother. Keep dancing like that. I can actually feel Tiger getting harder in my mouth!" She went right back to her happy slurping.

"No," Suzanne complained, confused. "I was doing this for... Why was I doing this? ... Weren't we talking about something?" She reluctantly stopped her grooving.

Thankfully, Amy remembered the discussion, and got it rolling again.

Alan did manage to make a few more verbal points, but not for long. His explanation wound down as he grew too distracted by the increasingly good feelings caused by Susan's mouth. In fact, everyone was severely distracted, including Suzanne. But in the end he managed to say everything that needed saying.