Sunny Afternoon: Part 3

Chapter 8

The experience at the pool left Alan completely drained, both physically and emotionally. He thought he'd had it for the day, and things appeared to have calmed down completely by the time he did some homework in the late afternoon. But there was still the whole evening to go.

Dinner was very awkward. Suzanne wanted to stay and eat with them yet again, but this time she was unable to escape from her obligations with her own family. So it was just Susan, Alan, and Katherine who ate together that night.

Susan appeared to be suffering from a hangover from all the **** and sun she'd had in the afternoon. She was a mess and had a pounding headache.

Luckily for Alan and Katherine, this prevented any kind of serious discussion about what had happened earlier. They each ate a TV dinner in near total silence.

Alan thought that if Susan were feeling better she would have given him and his sister a moralistic lecture about what had happened by the pool. Scantily-clad flirtation was out, given Susan's bad mood, which Katherine also wisely understood and respected, so she had dressed like her old self.

The rest of the evening started out very mellow, as everyone continued to recover from the afternoon. But then Suzanne and Amy came over again. Both were fancily dressed.

Suzanne walked into the house like she always did - as if she were family. She gave Alan a friendly wink as she walked past him.

But Amy stopped at the sight of Alan and looked at him as if they were having a dramatic and very joyous reunion. With arms outstretched and an even happier smile on her face than usual, she shrieked "Alan!" and gave him a big hug.

Amy was very touchy-feely and prone to hugs in general. Even so, this was unusual in the Plummer household, where physical displays of affection were rare because Susan had been raised to believe that such intimate contact was improper. In consequence, Amy normally restrained herself around their prudish household.

So Alan asked her quietly, "What's the occasion, Aims?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just glad to see you. Mom and I were at some boring, fancy dinner party thing. Everyone was so stuffy. I'm just so glad to be back with normal people!" Amy continued to cling to him. She wasn't wearing much, as she'd already taken off some of her formal attire. Furthermore, she was wearing a low-cut top, something that her mother almost never allowed her to wear.

He realized to his horror that his dick was erect and pressing into Amy. He commanded it: Down, boy! Down! Can't you ever take a few hours rest?! But it didn't help. He rather forcibly but politely disengaged from the hug.

Amy didn't seem to mind at all; she just ran off to hug other people.

Alan thought, I guess that was just an innocent hug. I must still be aroused from everything earlier. I can't allow myself to get that kind of reaction when near the pure and innocent Aims. I shouldn't have taken advantage of her yesterday when I played with her nipples. In fact, Aunt Suzy would probably be upset with me if she knew. Why, I remember just a few years ago when Aims was a complete tomboy. I guess her mother's super-sexy genes are kicking in. Does she know her effect on men, or is she still a tomboy at heart? Now that I've seen her naked, I can't think of her like I did before.

The three Plummers and two Pestridges settled in and watched TV. The evening continued to be a mellow one as all but Amy were still mentally and physically recovering from their afternoon fun. Thus their energy level continued dropping until it seemed like all four were lifeless slugs, fused into the sofas.

Amy, though, remained bubbly, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Alan was very selective about what he watched on TV, so when nothing good appeared to be on he went back to his room to read. He was really into J.R.R. Tolkien since The Lord of the Rings movies had started coming out, and he was re-reading all the books by Tolkien that he'd read previously. By this time his energy level had revived, no doubt helped by the fact that he hadn't had any ****, unlike the other three.

But the one thing he didn't want to do was think. He was so blown away by what had happened earlier at the pool that he wanted a night to sleep on it before figuring out what it all meant and what he should be doing about it. He was fully on board for lots more sexual fun with Suzanne, but his feelings about what to do with Susan and Katherine were more conflicted. He just wanted to be alone and read his engaging book. He buried his nose further into it and tried to avoid any mental distractions.

However, Suzanne was on a very different wavelength. She held her liquor much better than Susan and Katherine (in part because she knew how to limit how much she drank), and didn't feel bad at all. In fact, given a few hours to rest in the late afternoon, she now felt downright energetic and horny.

The "suntan lotion application" at the pool had been like a dream come true for her. She'd wanted Alan badly for months, if not years. Now it was all coming together for her: not just her plan to seduce him, but even her larger, more ambitious plan to seduce the entire Plummer family (minus Susan's almost-always-absent husband, of course). Lying naked outside with the other two women and even bantering about cocksucking with Susan seemed like a stone's throw away from the completely open, communal, sexual relationship that she was envisioning could someday happen between the four of them. She was beside herself with excitement.

Susan had drifted off while watching TV, and Katherine and Amy seemed fully occupied by whatever program was on.

So Suzanne stole away, rushed up the stairs, and practically burst into Alan's room. But when she opened the door and took a good look at him, she could see their moods didn't jibe. For once, sex wasn't even on his mind. It didn't help that she wasn't dressed even slightly provocatively: she was still wearing her clothes from the formal dining engagement that she and Amy had attended with their family, and she even still had on her underwear. But she wouldn't be denied the needs of her voracious sexual hunger.

She sidled up to Alan, who had put down his Tolkien book and was fully engaged with her presence. "Alan, my Sweetie, how are you doing?"

"Okay," he grunted. She stood in front of him and stooped down a bit to where he was sitting at his desk.

She put her hands on his shoulders and massaged them. She worked in towards his neck with a vigorous massaging motion. With a voice all sweetness and light, she said, "Sweetie, that handjob was fun in the pool, don't you think, but I realized I haven't had a chance to give you your daily cocksucking today. How would you like that now?"

He replied honestly, "I don't know. I'm feeling kind of exhausted. After all, that's the problem that's causing all this - my tiredness." He didn't want to talk about what had happened at the pool.

"Awww. I'm hurt. I've only been helping you for a few days, and already you're tired of me and my cocksucking lips."

"No way, Aunt Suzy," he protested. "It's not like that. I could never get tired of you. Really. You're amazing!"

"Well then, I'll bet I can get you into a sexier mood so you can do your thing. Have you done it six times today yet? I'll bet you haven't."

"You've got me there," he admitted. He'd done it once upon waking, then school took most of his day, then there were three times in the afternoon. Even though the poolside experience was the most amazing erotic experience he'd yet had in his life, it had been mostly one of blue balls and very little actual direct stimulation except for what Suzanne had done to him underwater. It dawned on him that the last time he'd cum, just after the pool where he'd run inside and came almost before he could pull his swimsuit down, probably didn't count at all, according to Akami's rule that the only ejaculations that could be counted were those that directly followed prolonged tactile stimulation.

He calculated, and then said, "I think, honestly, just three times today so far."

Her eyes lit up. "Then you really need some help. I'm feeling randy as a goat. The way you touched me all over earlier - it gets me so excited just thinking about it. Let me get rid of all these annoying clothes."

Chapter 9

She stopped massaging his neck and stood up, but then an idea occurred to her. "Wait. Why don't you put on some music? Something sexy. I'll give you a little show. That'll put you in the mood."

Alan rolled his desk chair over to his CD collection. He had a lot of music, but he didn't know what qualified as sexy. It's not like I've got that song with all the horns in it that they always play during stripteases, he thought a little bit grumpily. Hmmm. What about "Legs" by ZZ Top? She could show her legs off nicely to that. Or "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince to, well, go crazy?

Oh, I know, he said to himself a little more brightly. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye. If that isn't sexy, then nothing is. He put the CD in the player, then went back to his desk chair.

Suzanne liked his choice. She closed her eyes and started to sway around a bit. She looked at his lap and said, "You're not going to stay clothed like that, are you? Whip it out."

Alan duly unzipped his shorts. However, his penis was still stubbornly flaccid.

But then she started to groove.

He'd never seen her dance like that before, and was impressed at just how gracefully and rhythmically she could move.

Her whole body flowed to the music as she made long, slow, fluid movements to the sultry song. She ran her hands slowly up and down her still fully-clothed body. She wore a very stylish, fancy scarlet outfit. Now all that clothing worked to her advantage because she had more items to take off, including a jacket, vest, and blouse underneath.

More into it now, she began correcting the fact that she was so overdressed. Her long-sleeved jacket was the first item to come off. Then a pair of pants that was hindering her movements. One by one her other clothes came off. She'd never done a striptease for him before, but it seemed as if she was born to it.

Alan was beside himself with excitement. Despite his weary state, his erection started to rise.

As more items came off, he was surprised to find her actually wearing both bra and panties; it was the first sight of female underwear for him in days. The underwear was typically sexy: a lacy, partially see-through bra, and a tiny pair of panties made out of little more than gauze that just managed to cover her ass crack and bush. The fact that she was wearing these was purely a lucky accident, as she hadn't been expecting to be stripping later that evening when she'd dressed for dinner.

By this point he had a raging hard-on and his pulse was racing, but she was just getting started.

She worked on removing her bra, ever so slowly. But just as she started doing that, the song ended and another in a wildly different style began. She continued to groove as if Marvin Gaye were still playing, and cooed, "Quick. Something else. Sexy."

Alan was stuck. He had to act fast, but he couldn't think of another sexy song off the top of his head. With more time he would have made a different selection, but he put on "Boombastic" by Shaggy.

It was more of an upbeat song with a reggae-styled beat. That wasn't her normal style, but she liked it. She picked up the pace and switched to a more active and wilder dance. It evolved into a sexy bump and grind that got her sweaty from all the activity.

He found himself getting sweaty too, just from watching. His book was completely forgotten; he was hypnotized by her talented pelvic gyrations.

After a few minutes of heart-stoppingly beautiful, nearly-naked dancing, she fell to her knees and crawled towards him. She purposely had her bra barely clinging to her chest. Both bra straps had fallen from her shoulders, yet the cups somehow managed to cover her nipples and not much more. Her milky boobs hung down, seemingly forever, looking impossibly large. She looked up at him with pleading, dark green eyes.

Then she became playful and giggled. "Ooh! Looks like our little friend here likes the show." She sat back on her knees, reached out for his dick, and started stroking it. "You know what I've been doing lately?"

"No. What?" By this point he was in a great mood, ready for anything. Somehow just watching her had reenergized his entire body.

"Every time I come in here and give you a blowjob or handjob, you know what I do afterwards? I go and tell Susan all about it. Every last little detail. The way my hand slides up and down your cock, over and over. The way you shudder when I blow my breath lightly against it. The feel of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, the saliva dripping off it. The taste of your delicious cum. The joy at seeing or tasting the first drops of pre-cum dribble out. Everything!"

His jaw practically hit the floor.

"She protests of course, and complains that it's 'so improper, ' but she loves it. She can't get enough of my sexy talk. She gets so hot that she has to run back to her room and masturbate herself silly, every time. I thought you should know. I wonder how hot she'll get when she hears about this one."

"Are you serious? Or are you just saying that to arouse me?"

"I'm saying it NOW to arouse you, but it's completely true. We usually talk about it during our morning exercise session, right after you leave for school. You should see the fiery look in her eyes and the way her big tits heave with pure lust for you, her one and only son!"

Suzanne let go of his hard-on after giving it a final squeeze. Then she stood back up and returned to her dance. She knew it was a long song, so she wasn't worried about her tempo.

He was excited beyond all reason, especially after that tidbit of news about his mother. He panted and stroked himself with enthusiasm.

She finally took her bra off completely and twirled it over her head, around and around a finger. Then she let it fly across the room. She laughed at just how much she was acting like a real stripper; she was surprising even herself. She said to him, "Save some for me."

He slowed down his stroking.

Her panties came off a bit faster. She twirled them around and flung them away as well. She was as worked up as she'd ever been and didn't want to waste any time. With the song still playing, she dropped to her knees and brought his stiffness to her mouth.

She said, "Just think: because I tell Susan every last blow-by-blow detail, and I do mean blow by blow" - she blew on the head of his dick - "when I suck your cock, in a way, your mother is sucking it too. It's like she's here with us now, watching and listening!"

Then she took his stiffness into her mouth.

Alan was so close to the edge and her words were so hot that he came quickly. He lasted a minute at most before he shot his cum into her mouth. He nearly passed out from all the pleasure. His only regret was that he hadn't had a video camera to record her striptease so that he could treasure it forever.

But Suzanne still wasn't done. Since he was far behind in his daily count, she wanted to get at least one more cum out of him. She simply kept her mouth over his prick and remained sucking on his flaccidness.

Within a few minutes, his penis sprang back to life. Eighteen is the typical peak age of male sexual virility, a fact that was apparent to both Suzanne and Alan. He felt he could do no wrong and his erections would repeat forever.

In the middle of her renewed sucking, he asked, "Is that really, REALLY true? What you said about telling everything to Mom? I just can't believe it."

She switched to stroking and licking the tip of his dick so she could talk. "Believe it, baby."

"But she's so prudish!"

Suzanne pulled his shorts all the way off, so she could easily access his balls. "Ha! Yes, obviously there's that prudish part of her, but I've known for ages that there was a raging inferno of lust burning just beneath the surface. You know about the various affairs that I've had for a few years now, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, over time, I got in the habit of telling her all about them. In glorious Technicolor detail. How a man's hand felt on my breast." She brought his hand up to her breast as she said this. "Or how a hard cock drove deeper and deeper into my steaming pussy!" She swallowed his erection and took him deeper and deeper into her mouth with each thrust.

Alan couldn't help but feel that it was him in her box instead. It was all he could do not to cum again immediately.

But then she suddenly withdrew again, as if nothing had happened. She said in a casual tone, "Of course, she tut-tutted and protested all the while, but I could tell how hot she got, every single time. It's like the moralistic preacher who's against pornography, yet repeatedly watches lots of porn just to confirm how wrong it is. Given how little sex she got from Ron, it was obvious to me that she was living vicariously through my affairs. Susan and I don't keep any secrets."

She added to herself, Well, not counting one or two I keep from her. But I do tell her just about everything I do, eventually. I'm more honest with her than I ever was with my parents or husband. It's almost like she's my conscience and I have to go to her for approval.

Blowing lightly on his sweet spot while tugging at his balls, she added in a breathy voice, "So, thanks to that little tradition, it goes without saying that we share almost everything that we do to you. I wasn't completely forthcoming to her at first, but now I can be honest in my blow" - she blew particularly seductively - "by blow" - she did it again - "by bloooow" - she repeated herself again just so she could blow even more on his sensitive skin - "with her. And she practically doesn't even know how to lie. She tells me everything, even her sexy dreams. It takes her a while to get going, but once she does she could easily spend ten minutes describing a five-minute dream blowjob on your cock; that's how much she loves it."

"Oh man!" He groaned loudly, because Suzanne had resumed her cocksucking as soon as she'd finished talking. Just as she'd done after her "steaming pussy" comment, she went deeper and deeper with each pass until she was practically deep throating him.

It was all too much for him; he blew his load after only a minute or so of such intense lip action.

When it was over, he had an overwhelming desire to take Suzanne in his arms and hold her and kiss her forever. But she was determined not to go any further than a blowjob, and wouldn't even allow a hug. She was in the driver's seat: she could do whatever she wanted, and he could only play along. He wasn't the type of guy to normally take liberties or push his luck.

Afterward they both sat on the floor, lying against his bed side by side.

Suzanne thought, It's all true. Those were good times, talking about my affairs with my best pal. I swear, I probably got more enjoyment out of telling her about my affairs and watching her busty body squirm around than in the actual affairs themselves. And that sharing tradition was key to inspiring my six-times-a-day scheme in the first place. I could see what a sexual being she really was, and it broke my heart knowing that she didn't even masturbate. I do feel bad lying to her and deceiving her about all this, but I can't feel too bad because I know better than anyone else just how terribly she's been suffering in so many ways.

Someday, she'll thank me, I'm sure. Probably some glorious day after she and I finish taking turns giving Sweetie a nice long cocksucking! Hee!

Turning her attention back to Alan, she commented, "Let's see. That's numbers four and five. We still have one more delectable mouthful of cum to go. But it's better to be a woman."

"What do you mean?"

"Guys are so frustratingly limited in the number of orgasms they can handle. But not women. I just came five times during those two songs alone."

"You did? I didn't even notice."

"You will. Believe me, by the time I'm done with you, you'll know everything there is to know about the female body. Actually I take that back, because I don't plan to ever be done with you. I'm going to be your special cock stroker and cocksucker forever, if you'll have me."

Once again he really wanted to kiss her. Lust was turning into love; he felt he was falling head over heels in love with this remarkable older woman. He'd already loved her as a person since before he could walk, but he'd long suppressed his lusty feelings for her. Now he was totally in love with her body too. He reached out towards her with both arms.

But still she wouldn't let him hug her, since she knew that would lead to a passionate kiss. She gently placed his arms back to where they'd been. "Remember," she said softly, "cocksucking is allowed, but no kissing."

"Why?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

"Because the goal is your six times a day, Sweetie. You don't want to make me all googly-eyed crazy over you with your undoubtedly excellent and passionate kissing, do you?"

He didn't know how to answer that. For one thing, he'd never really kissed a woman before, so he was hardly excellent at it. He got stuck on "Ummm..."

She pressed on, "Well then, as long as you respect my boundaries, I guess a little snuggle is okay."

He gratefully leaned up against her and put his arms around her. He was beyond happy.

She rested her head on his shoulder and heaved a big sigh of contentment. "Sweetie, I'm glad that you know that I've had a lot of affairs. After all, there aren't a whole lot of secrets between the four of us. Five really, with Amy, even though we don't tell her everything. But this is different than any affair or relationship I've ever had before. Those days are over. With you I feel so different. I don't want it to stop. I really hope we can keep doing this forever."

"I do too." He ran his hands through her long, dark, curly hair. He loved the way it felt silky smooth, and the way it could look red with certain lighting but not that red at all at other times. It was always changing its appearance, like sunlight sparking on the ocean.

They remained like that for about a half hour, talking and enjoying each other's company in a (mostly) non-erotic snuggle. He didn't directly **** her breasts or genitals but he did get to enjoy her naked body in subtle ways as he caressed her almost everywhere.

After a lull in the conversation, she looked at her watch and sighed with frustration.

"What is it?" he asked. He was in the middle of massaging her neck and shoulders just like she'd done to him earlier. The difference this time was that they were both completely naked.

"Well, my husband is-" She interrupted herself and laughed. "Remember him? I barely do. Anyway, Eric is probably expecting me. It's late. I wish I could stay here like this for hours, but I should get going." She stood up and started dressing.

Alan suddenly felt wistfully sad that she was leaving. He shivered at the mention of her husband Eric. In recent days he really had nearly forgotten that she was married. Then he thought, Not to mention my mom! She's married too. I can't believe I'm forgetting my own father. Talk about a bad parent, if he makes such a deep impression on his children. Not! It really is like I've never had a father at all. For years now, Ron has been like some distant relative who comes by for Christmas or Easter sometimes.

Chapter 10

Suzanne stood at the door, but then said something to shake him out of his thoughts, which were drifting towards a glum rumination about adultery. With a twinkle in her eye she said, "Wait a sec. I almost forgot something. Before I go, we still have that pesky sixth time to take care of." She walked back towards him. "You can't get rid of me that easily, mister! Drop those pants already!"

Alan's good mood returned instantly, with all thoughts of his absentee father completely forgotten. Since he was still naked, he had no pants to drop.

She walked right past him and lay down on his bed. She said deviously, "Before we get to some more cocksucking, maybe I'll just get forty winks first to recover my strength. You're going to wear out my jaw. I sure hope you don't try anything while I sleep." She winked, and then closed her eyes.

He clearly understood her meaning. If she was "sleeping," then he could do things to her that she otherwise wouldn't allow him to do. He was very aroused by the pretense of him taking advantage of her as she slept. He climbed on top of her and straddled her waist.

She maintained the pretense of sleeping, even making exaggerated snoring sounds. That made both of them laugh, but she kept her eyes and mouth closed despite her laughter.

She didn't have all her clothes on, although she'd just put back on her vest, skirt, and underwear.

He began unbuttoning the buttons on her vest, one by one.

She grew quiet.

He really felt as if he was doing an incredibly nasty thing to a sleeping woman. It aroused him tremendously. Then he went to work on her bra. He had a hard time getting the bra off, and found himself seriously worrying about "waking her." But by gently lifting her up a bit he eventually managed to get it unhooked and removed from behind her back.

Now, finally, was his big chance to explore her huge tits to his heart's content. He touched them tentatively, and wasn't chastised for it.

She still pretended deep sleep.

Soon, he was vigorously groping her ivory twins.

Her quiet breathing turned to moans, and a soft smile spread across her face. She loved it, even if his touch lacked subtlety. She loved his lusty enthusiasm.

He pinched and pulled at her nipples in every way he could think of. Then he did something he had always wanted to do: he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled it.

She moaned even louder with pleasure.

He alternated between suckling and nibbling on one tit while he groped the other.

He grew increasingly excited at the prospect of just how far she might let him go. He didn't really know how far he himself was ready to go just then, but he was eager to find out. He slid down her body a bit and put his hand on her skirt to take it off. Unfortunately, that broke the spell.

She opened her eyes, sat up, and moved his hand away.

"Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she said with mock indignation. "I'm shocked. Shocked!" But her mood was still playful.

He laughed at the line from the movie 'Casablanca'.

"How did I lose my bra? Were you trying to undress me while I was sleeping?" she asked with false cluelessness. "What were you planning on doing to me? Were you thinking of - oh my God, you weren't going to **** me in my sleep, were you? Bad Alan!" She playfully swatted at him. Imitating Susan's drunken voice, she added, "Sho wery impwoper!"

That really cracked both of them up. It also reminded him of his earlier out-of-control fantasy of fucking (if not even ****) his mother by the pool, which excited him that much further.

"I think you need to be punished. Severely. Forty lashes! Forty lashes of my tongue around your big fat pecker!" She lay down on the bed with her head between his outstretched legs and sucked him off like she'd already done twice earlier.

But, maddeningly for him, she took delight in repeatedly stopping and talking to him. She really wanted to prolong his joy this time.

"You see what I mean?" she asked as she paused with his boner in her hand. "You see what I mean about today at the pool?"

"No. What?"

"What I was saying before about how your mom and your sister both have the hots for you. They're both so hot for your cock that it's not even funny." She went back to licking his shaft.

After a minute of silence from him she stopped long enough to say, "A-ha! You don't deny it!"

He really couldn't deny that fact anymore, but it troubled him. "But Aunt Suzy, isn't that wrong? I don't know what the hell the doctor and nurse are thinking with their suggestions and, for that matter, their whole treatment idea. It's wrong for Mom and Sis to touch my dick. That's ****!"

She stopped licking again. "Alan, Alan, Alan," she said, as if she was losing patience with his ignorance. "That's not ****. **** is intercourse. A blowjob or handjob is not a big deal; it's just a fun little thing. I know one mother with a hyperactive teenage son. Whenever he gets too wild, she's found that if she gives him a blowjob he calms right down. It's not like they're sleeping with each other - that would be wrong."

He was very skeptical. "I don't know, Aunt Suzy. This is all too weird for me."

He let the topic drop. In truth, his objections weren't really that strong in the first place; it was more of a case of him feeling obliged to say the moral and responsible thing. Deep down, he was totally thrilled by what could happen.

She returned to her cocksucking duties, taking him deeper and deeper. Then, just as she had him on the edge of a great climax, she pulled back and completely stopped once again.

"What is it this time?" he cried out in frustration.

"Promise me one thing." She made several swipes at the tip of his dick with her tongue to keep him half-insane with lust.

"What? What is it?!"

"Promise me you won't forget about me tomorrow." She engulfed him again and resumed a deeper sucking.

He groaned loudly, both at the pleasure she was giving and at her frustratingly cryptic comments. He wanted to remain silent until his impending cum before he continued the conversation, but after just a few moments he had to ask, "What? What's going to happen tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is a Tuesday, and you know what that means," she said, then returned to sucking. She was loving his frustration, but in a playful way, not with malice.

"Arrgh! What does that mean?"

She stopped again, and lightly rubbed the sensitive spot below his cockhead with her fingers to keep him building to a climax during a longer pause. "Don't you remember? Tuesday is the day the nurse said you need an abnormality check of your penis. Whatever that means. Apparently it's up to your mom to give you one. Remember to keep telling her I have poor eyesight, by the way, or she might try to back out. She's already basically told the rest of us to get lost for the whole day. I want to back off anyway, in the hopes that if it's just you and her together, she'll lose all control."

His heart pounded wildly as he considered that.

"So I'm just asking: tomorrow, when she's the one sucking you off, don't completely forget about me, okay? I'll be back for you with my eager tongue on Wednesday."

"Arrgh!" he cried out again. "Don't say that! You can't be serious!" She resumed sucking him, and this time he could hold out no longer. He shot deep into her mouth. He was so aroused that he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock forcefully into her. She just took him in deeper and deeper until his pubic hair tickled her nose - she was deep throating him again.

She sucked in all the cum he could shoot out, as if her mouth was a bottomless vacuum.

As he shot his ropes of cum straight down her throat, he pondered what she'd said. Could she really mean it? My mom? Touching my dick tomorrow? No! It can't be!

Oh God, this feels so good! Fuck! Aunt Suzy, suck me dry! YES!

After Suzanne left, Alan felt completely drained. He took a quick shower and finished his nightly toilet rituals. Then he went straight to bed. As he lay there, he let the entire incredible day pass through his mind.

Let's see if I came six times or not. I masturbated twice in the morning. Then Aunt Suzy jacked me off in the pool. Then she started stroking me, but left me hanging and got out of the pool. I was so damn horny that I had to rush to my room to cum. I wonder if that counted, because I didn't really get the "prolonged stimulation" Akami says I need.

But I suppose it doesn't matter much, since Aunt Suzy blew me THREE more times that evening! Yeay! Go Suzanne; you're so awesome! But still, I wonder if I should put a checkmark on my chart for that possible seventh time or not? Maybe I should ask Akami what "prolonged stimulation" is exactly. At least that way I'll know for sure that my daily count is accurate.

Shortly thereafter, sleep overtook him.