Six Times A Day - P91 Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Suzanne looked around and sized up the situation. Keeping a sex-crazy house in order actually took some time and effort, and such tasks usually fell on her shoulders.
She was pleased at the debauchery she saw, except for the fact that Susan was frigging herself and clearly getting too excited as a result. “Susan! Stop that right now and go take a shower. A COLD shower. Remember your vow and save up your orgasms for tonight. Save yourself for him. It’s almost like he’ll be taking your virginity.”
Susan nodded. It IS like he’ll be taking my virginity! I need to save myself until then!
Suzanne turned to the others. “Amy and Angel, nice work on Brenda, but when you’re done here and Susan’s done with her shower, I want to see you both suck Susan’s nipples some more. We haven’t sucked or pumped them for a couple hours now, and that’s unacceptable. Susan wants to lactate for her cutie Tiger tonight, but all we’ve gotten so far is a couple of drops. We have to do better!”
The two teens nodded.
“Oh. And you remember how we all agreed that it would be more fun to play with Brenda’s pussy if it was bald? So don’t forget to shave her bush off at some point today, probably when you both do your own smooth little twats. Maybe you can include her in your daily afternoon cunt shaving and cunt licking ritual from now on.”
“Yes, Mother,” Amy and Katherine said with the frustration in their voice as if they’d been needlessly reminded to do their homework. Then they promptly resumed spanking and fondling Brenda.
Susan had meant to listen to Suzanne’s instructions to go take a shower, she really did. But then she’d heard Suzanne discuss lactation, and all the talk of her nipples being sucked and pumped sent her mind off into thoughts of Alan sucking on her nipples. Her hands drifted down to her own boobs, and she spaced out completely.
Susan wasn’t paying even the slightest bit of attention to Amy and Katherine playing with Brenda, because her mind was on an empty chair. She was daydreaming again, and saw a fully dressed Alan sitting in the chair in front of her. In her vision, she walked over, unzipped his fly, sat in his lap, and then impaled her pussy down onto his hard cock. (She liked it when he wore clothes because it made her own nakedness seem that much naughtier.) There was no need for either of them to say anything, because it was just understood that she would do something sexual whenever she got near him. The only question was, how would she use her body to drive him mad with lust, and what hole would his jackhammer cock fill to similarly push her over the edge?
She sat in her chair, fondling both tits, trying hard not to cum. She knew she shouldn’t go anywhere near her pussy with her fingers, but even just hefting up her breasts nearly pushed her over the edge. She thought, I’m the luckiest mommy in the world. Tonight my son’s gonna fuck me, and then he’ll own me completely! As it should be! Nothing else matters, but serving him!
As she imagined Alan sucking on a nipple, groping her tits just as her own hands were, and shooting countless ropes of thick cum into her vagina, she mumbled nearly inaudibly, “Love me, Son, love me…”
Meanwhile, Suzanne had stepped out to the back patio to get a breath of fresh air. She felt that everything was in order now, and she wanted to think without the ever-present scent of sex that fogged her brain.
She thought, What Susan said about my enslavement made me feel better, but it still isn’t the whole story. The fact is, one can easily go overboard with this whole sex-slave / fuck-toy thing. My cunt is so insistently demanding that I can hardly think straight anymore. But on the other hand, it is great to just let go and think of nothing but pleasuring others. And especially to think of coaxing a hot load out of my Sweetie’s boner and feel his jism splash all over my face. Mmmm…
The fact is, I need to learn how to let go and surrender to the moment. I still have so much room for improvement on that. But at the same time, it’s clear that I’ll have to be the responsible one. Someone has to take charge of this gang. The others couldn’t have spanked their way out of a paper bag without my advice and direction. They need me as a leader.
Maybe something like regularly spanking Brenda is exactly what I need. I couldn’t deal with being in Brenda’s shoes (or should I say high heels?). I can’t be at the bottom. But I can better deal with the fact that I’m helplessly enslaved to my Sweetie and his mouthwatering cock if I have someone else to lord over. And telling the others what to do helps my ego even more. It’s prideful and vain, I know, but it’s true.
I just wish Glory could understand everything. The Pact is probably the best thing to ever happen to me. I’ve found my true family. I’ve found true love, four times over. Maybe even five with Brenda, if she grows into the family. If only Glory knew the joy and love we share, she’d forget all her pride and join us in the harem, all the way. I just know it.
You know what Glory’s problem is? She isn’t true to herself. She hides behind conventional morality and won’t admit what she really wants. I need to be more honest with myself too. The fact is, if I’m in the right mood, crawling naked across the floor begging for cock can be incredibly arousing! Standing there in line on Friday and being inspected by Sweetie like I was just another piece of fuck-meat was damned demeaning, but God did it get my motor running! I was leaking like a … well, like Brenda!
The Pact is a good thing. Damned good. It’s what we make it. I don’t have to look at it the exact same way Susan does. I’m not gonna let Glory make me second guess everything. What does she know, anyway? The poor woman actually thinks she broke up with him. Talk about dumb! There’s no breaking up with him, no going back. She’ll learn that soon enough.
Suzanne decided to head back to her own house and spend some time with Brad for a change. They had some hours to kill before she had to start worrying about cooking dinner for her old family, the Pestridge family, and getting ready for Alan’s arrival after dinner.