Alan woke up that morning to yet another sticky, cummy mess on his sheets. He fondly recalled the dream that caused it. He had been sitting by his desk when Suzanne had sashayed in with her usual super sexual demeanor and started giving him a blowjob without even saying a word. It was as if no words were needed because this was such a common occurence. But it hadn't stopped there. Eventually, Susan had joined in, and Katherine wound up helping too. He found it disturbing yet exhilarating at the same time to imagine all three of them licking his boner together.
He wondered if it was even remotely possible for that to happen someday in real life. He figured anything was possible if only Susan could fully give in to her lusty desires. Katherine was a big mystery, but if both Susan and Suzanne were regularly "assisting" him with his daily orgasms, he was hopeful that his sister would help too.
Alan looked forward to the weekend with both excitement and some trepidation. Hanging around the house all day long meant he would have even more opportunities to experience teasing, temptation, and nudity. Before going to sleep the previous night, he'd masturbated while recalling the blowjob that Suzanne had given him earlier. And as he lay in bed that morning thinking about Suzanne's oral talents some more, as well as the potential fun he could have with her later that day, he managed two of his daily quota before even getting up to shower.
He didn't have to wait long. No more than an hour after breakfast, Suzanne was sitting at the kitchen counter, talking to Susan who was cleaning the kitchen, when she looked at a clock on the wall and announced, "Hmmm, I think it's about time."
"Time for what?" Susan asked as she scrubbed the stove top clean.
"Time for me to give Sweetie another wonderful blowjob." She licked her lips lasciviously. "Yum, yum. I can't wait!"
Susan was so shocked that she stumbled and nearly lost her balance. Had she been holding any glasses or dishes, she would have dropped them. She turned to Suzanne with wide-open eyes. "Excuse me?!"
"I said, it's time for me to give Sweetie another wonderful blowjob. Now, don't look so surprised. He's been doing this six-times-a-day thing for quite a few days now. His body is creating new cum at a faster pace as a result, so he needs to have his balls drained dry on a regular basis. I'll bet he's upstairs in his room right now, feeling uncomfortable with all that cum buildup crying out for release. Can you just imagine how much he's suffering? A handsome, virile young man like him, with his big, stiff erection throbbing with need? It's our job to help him!"
Susan tried to get back to cleaning the stove top, but her hands were shaking. "A-a-a-a-our job? You mean your job, don't you?"
Suzanne shrugged. "Well, for today, I suppose. But it'll be your turn to help soon enough. If nothing else, you'll be doing that abnormality check on Tuesday. And think about all the times his balls will be bursting with cum and I won't be here, but you will. I figure that before long you'll be sucking and stroking his big erection so much that it'll just be another part of your daily routine. You know. Wake up, brush your teeth and such, dress in something sexy and revealing, go downstairs, cook breakfast, strip your clothes off and drop to your knees, suck Tiger's cock until he cums on your face, wash the dirty dishes, and send your kids off to school."
"NO!" Susan gasped, both aroused and dismayed by that vision.
Suzanne ignored the gasp. "Remember, don't think of it as your son's penis, think of it as a penis in the abstract. Would you like to watch?"
"What?! No! Dear God, no!"
Suzanne shrugged again. "It would be a good learning experience for when it's your turn to polish his knob with your lips and tongue. Are you sure?"
"Definitely. Thanks, but no thanks!" She sounded firm, but she secretly thrilled at the idea of actually watching the "sinful" deed.
"It's up to you. Anyway, I probably won't be too long. I'll try not to be too noisy." She got up and walked away.
Susan was floored by that. She'd missed out on eavesdropping on Suzanne's two blowjobs from the afternoon before, because she knew that Katherine would have seen her, but she hadn't actually missed much because Suzanne had given her such an extremely detailed account during their morning workout session. So she already had handjobs and blowjobs on the brain, even more than usual. To think of one happening right at that moment upstairs was almost too much for her to bear.
She literally grew weak in the knees and had to grip the counter edge to stay standing. Dear Lord, please! Strength! Give me strength! Don't make me go up there and listen in. It'll just be too sexy and arousing! I don't think I can take much more!
Alan was in his room, idly surfing the Internet. He was thinking about starting his homework, but it was hard to get motivated to do that early on a Saturday morning.
His door was wide open since he was reading news articles and not looking for porn, so Suzanne strolled in without knocking or saying a word. She deliberately left the door ajar.
He was about to ask her what was up, but she put a finger across her lips. Then she took off her clothes. She was still wearing her workout clothes and she hadn't taken a post-workout shower yet, since she really did believe that men found feminine sweat sexy. She wanted some cock immediately, so instead of doing some kind of fancy striptease, she quickly took everything off until even her feet were bare.
Alan was in awe all over again. He realized, Just yesterday I saw Aunt Suzy naked. Now here she is again, absolutely, totally friggin' bare-assed naked and it's just as exciting! She's so... FUCK! Damn, she's hot! I even love her cute bare feet!
He didn't have much time to appreciate her body though. As soon as she was in her birthday suit, she did one slow twirl to feed his hungry eyes before stepping forward and dropping down on her knees in front of him. She still hadn't said a word.
He was so gob-smacked that she had to pry his knees apart so she could get in close to his crotch.
Then, after unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts so she'd have easy access to his penis and balls, she took his rapidly inflating dick in her mouth and helped it engorge the rest of the way.
His pleasure was so great that he just sat there in a slack-jawed stupor. Fuuuuucck! No way! This... is the future? She's gonna do this again, repeatedly? Fuck yeah! Thank you! Thank you, Dr. Fredrickson! Thank you for your weird treatment! You are a fucking GOD!
Suzanne got busy bobbing steadily on his shaft. She knew it was stimulating, but not overwhelmingly so because she was pretty much doing the same thing over and over again. Her goal was to make him last a long time, but not just for their mutual pleasure. She'd deliberately left the door wide open, expecting Susan to peek in now that Katherine had gone shopping. She wanted to give her friend a good show. She even angled Alan's chair so that Susan would get an ideal side view.
She hadn't said a word to Alan, because she was getting off on the idea of blowing him without any verbal preamble whatsoever. That risked that he would spot Susan at the door and stare at her, frightening her off. But Suzanne was in a particularly naughty, risk-taking mood. She figured that if that happened it would only cause a small setback, and Susan would be back to watch or eavesdrop again the next time.
The only thing that bothered her was that Alan's legs were in the way, blocking the view she had arranged for Susan to see. So, after a minute or two, she put her hands on his knees and pressed down.
He didn't know why she was doing that, but he found it mildly annoying. So he opened his legs wide until she couldn't do that anymore.
That made her happy, because his wide pose meant that Susan would have a completely unimpeded view of her lips sliding back and forth over his long shaft.
It was only another minute or two before Susan tip-toed her way down the hall, creeping ever closer to Alan's open door. Susan told herself she'd just stand near the door, because she was desperately afraid of Alan looking her way and catching her. But that resolve didn't last even a minute.
She peeked through the open doorway just enough for her eyes to see. Oh my goodness! Suzanne! What are you doing to him? That's so lewd, so very improper! I've never seen anything so disgusting in my life! Disgusting, and HOT! Mmmm! So hot!
My Lord! How does she do that? It's just so THICK! That must be like if Tiger tried to cram his entire hand in my mouth, but she's bobbing back and forth on it, and it looks like she loves it! Mmmm! Her moans and purrs are just too sexy! And Tiger's moans are even sexier! He's having such a GOOD time! That could be me, making him feel that way! That SHOULD be me!
Susan had planned to just stand there and listen, but her sexual urges were simply uncontrollable, so she reached into her clothes and began playing with her pussy and nipples. She was glad that Suzanne was making her dress sexily, with no underwear, because it at least gave her easy access to her enflamed privates.
As the minutes passed, Susan grew less cautious about being caught. It was hard to go to town fondling herself while also just barely peeking around the doorframe. Before long, half her body was visible in the doorway.
Alan had his eyes closed most of the time, because that helped him focus on and fully savor all of the incredible things Suzanne was doing with her tongue and lips. Again, he was particularly impressed with her tongue work, and it made him wonder just how long her obviously unusually lengthy and dexterous tongue actually was.
But eventually he opened his eyes and saw his mother standing there.
Even though he gazed at her long enough to see her hands inside her blouse and skirt, she was so intently focused on Alan's erection and Suzanne's bobbing head that she didn't notice that she'd been seen.
Realizing this, he closed his eyes again. Jesus! Somebody friggin' stick a fork in me. I'm done! This is too much to take! Not only is Mom watching, she's totally getting off! FUUUUUCK! And Aunt Suzy's busy lips! This is the life!
Suzanne was so certain that Susan was watching through the open doorway that she didn't even need to look. But she had been making a lot of noise using a particularly sloppy and slurpy style of cocksucking, and then she suddenly stopped all movement. For a few seconds, she heard light panting coming from the doorway, confirming for her that Susan was there.
Somehow, Suzanne managed to smile widely, even though she had about three inches of Alan's boner in her mouth at the time. Hee-hee! Everything is going according to plan! I feel like some kind of evil mastermind from a James Bond movie or something, but it's true: my clever plan is coming together, and nobody can stop me now! Except I'm not evil and there's no Double-O-Seven to mess things up. Susan is going to be sucking cock like a Hoover vacuum cleaner within the week, and fucking loving it! I just know it! And she'll be happier than she's ever been. We all will be! Oh God, it makes me so excited that I can't even stand it!
She wasn't just thinking that: she grew so excited that she couldn't contain herself and she started bobbing and sucking and licking with such a mad passion that Alan was helpless to resist. After about a minute of her head bobbing on him so quickly that it was practically a blur, he grunted and groaned and rocketed his cum into her mouth.
Suddenly remembering her audience, Suzanne quickly pulled back and let him blast most of his load on her face and chest. She knew that would make a big impression on Susan.
She wasn't wrong. Susan had a great climax of her own as she watched rope after rope of pearly cum land on Suzanne's gorgeous facial features. Somehow Susan managed to stop herself from crying out, but it took a nearly heroic effort for her not to fall to her knees afterwards. She barely managed to stagger to her own bedroom and make it to her bed before collapsing.
As she lay there panting, she kept thinking, So hot! So hot! So hot!
Alan started to speak once he got his breath back, but Suzanne cut him off in mid-word by laying a finger across his lips. Then she stood up, bent over and picked up her clothes, put them back on, and gave him a smirky, satisfied smile before she walked out of his room.
She was in a funny mood, and she was really getting off on the fact that neither of them had said even one whole word during the entire event. But there also was a message there. She hoped Alan would understand that she was demonstrating that stroking and blowing him would become so common that there would be no need for words.
He did get that, which blew his mind all over again.
