6 Times a Day-Chapter 1049 What’s The Point Of Being An Incestuous Cheerleader If You Can’t Do Sexy Routines For Your Brother?

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Suzanne drove the Pestridge family car while Susan sat in the passenger's seat and Amy sat in the back. Katherine drove the Plummer family minivan, and followed along right behind Suzanne. She was taking a separate car because she said she had some dinner plans with a friend later, just as Alan had dinner plans with Christine. All four of them were dressed conservatively, as they always dressed when outside the house. The two cars were headed to "Stephanie's," the local sex shop that Suzanne preferred shopping at.

Susan said to the others in her minivan, "This is nice. Girl's night out. But I can't believe I'm actually going to go to the-"

Amy interrupted, singing, "Love Shack! Baby, Love Shack!" She was a big B-52's fan.

Susan pointed out, far too seriously, "I suppose you could call it a love shack of sorts. But really, don't you think one of us should have stayed back to be with Alan? What if he wakes up with a big thick woody? He always does. There won't be any nymphos there to help drain him of his precious seed! You know what a cum-filled boy he is. If he doesn't get instant relief for all that semen building up... well, I don't know what! I'll feel horrible. What if he actually has to masturbate?! The horror!"

Suzanne chuckled at the gravity with which Susan considered these issues. "Relax, Number One Mom. He's so tired from all the non-stop sex he's gotten today that it would take a herd of elephants to wake him up. He needs his rest. I daresay if he wakes up he might even enjoy just relaxing by himself for a while. Plus, don't forget we left Amy's cell phone and a note by his bed. If he really needs our help, he'll call, and at least one of us will rush back and have his thickening cock in one of our hungry holes within fifteen minutes, max. So just chill out."

Susan frowned. "I suppose. But still, I'm going to feel guilty the whole time we're gone. You have no idea how AWFUL it is to be a male and have an untended stiffy. I can barely even contemplate it myself. Why, the very idea gives me the chills." She reached up to cup one of her breasts, but then stopped herself when she looked out the window and was reminded that she was outside her home.

Amy said from the back seat, "Mom, I think you're exaggerating. Every day at school, I see lots of guys with stiffies standing around. You should see when our whole cheerleader team is together doing our routines. It's like stiffy lookyloos a-go-go, especially since practically the only underwear we wear anymore is the painted on kind. But the guys manage. And after a while, their thingies go down without even so much as a hand job!" Amy sounded a bit surprised at this herself, but she added, "It's not the end of the world."

"It is, too!" Susan said petulantly. "I get all fidgety thinking about his untended cock, but the irony is that the one thing which would most calm me down is a good long cocksuck, but the lack of that is what's making me fidgety in the first place."

Surprisingly, Amy said to Suzanne, "Come on, Mother. You're not heartless. Don't you feel sad about all that untended cock?"

Suzanne looked in the rear view mirror at Amy and frowned. "Okay, it's true. I'm imagining his penis waving and bobbing in the breeze as he lies in his bed after he wakes up from his nap, just like you probably are. But get a grip. Long before all this started, he was perfectly capable of fending for himself. Once we get to the store, we'll have other things to occupy our thoughts."

But Susan was adamant. "That's easy for you to say. But as the Big Tits Theory proves, he's special, and he needs very special treatment and constant cock tending. Are we forgetting his special six-times-a-day diagnosis? Are we forgetting the sweet taste of his cum that practically begs to be slowly savored and swallowed? If he has a hard-on, it NEEDS to be drained, immediately! Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm beginning to get more and more anxious thinking of him waking up in the house all alone, without so much as even a blowjob to greet him upon waking. Let's hurry up and get back home!"

Suzanne chuckled some more. She found Susan's obsessiveness amusing. She could at least take solace in the fact that Amy was a bit more reasonable. She'd noticed during another glance in the rear view mirror that Amy had rolled her eyes with displeasure at Susan's mention of her Big Tits Theory.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Relax. He's going to sleep like a log. And remember that the things we're going to be buying will help us all arouse him even better in the future, allowing us to squeeze even more cum out of him more often. We all have a lot of things to buy that need to be bought sooner or later, like stuff for tomorrow's poke-her night."

Suzanne looked at Susan, who stared off into the distance with a dreamy expression. Chagrined, she added, "Mom, let me guess. When I said 'sleep like a log' you got to thinking about Alan's log, and you didn't hear anything else I said."

Susan blushed, but then defended herself, "Not entirely true. I did hear you say something about squeezing cum out of him. God, just thinking about that third leg of his and how it's always stuffed full of cum and in need of draining, it gets me so-"

Susan finished her sentence, but the other two also chimed in with the same word at the same time: "HOT!" Then Suzanne and Amy burst into laughter while Susan blushed even more.

"But it's true," Susan said defensively, once everyone had settled down. "Sorry if I don't use a lot of fancy words. I'm a simple and direct woman. I state exactly how I feel, and it so happens I feel hot and bothered a lot lately."

Suzanne patted her fellow mother on the shoulder as she pulled the car into a parking lot. "That's okay. We're just yanking your chain a bit. We love you just the way you are, and we love how just about anything and everything makes you 'so hot' for your son's cock. It's cute, how sex-obsessed you are. Now, before you start fixating on my use of the word 'yanking', let's review what we're going to do, because we're here." She pulled into a parking space as she said this.

Moments later, Katherine parked her minivan in the space beside them.

Everyone got out of their cars, but Suzanne corralled all four of them together for some instructions right there in the parking lot. "Okay, ladies," Suzanne said seriously, "remember that each of us is only allowed to spend $400. I know the temptation of wanting to buy everything, but it'll be a lot more fun to come back here from time to time to get new stuff to surprise Alan with, instead of buying the whole store all at once. I'll be buying more than that limit, but only because I'm also buying some gift items for Brenda. I'm under the same restrictions as you all with the stuff I'll be getting for myself."

Katherine whined, "But Mother, I was telling you about this no-brainer idea to take full advantage of my Kat name. Don't you think that I need-"

"No," Suzanne interrupted. "You can deck yourself out as a sexy cat several times over with that money. We've got over two hours and Angel you have one hour, so there's no need to rush. But on the other hand, let's not just sit here in the parking lot yakking the whole time, either."

So the four of them walked into the store. However, Katherine and Suzanne had a secret that they weren't sharing with Susan and Amy. They'd already been in the store in early November, and became physically intimate with the employee named Ginger. Suzanne had called Ginger earlier in the day before agreeing to the trip, because she wanted to confirm that Ginger would be there. She was, and Suzanne talked with her for a while regarding a scheme to seduce Susan.

Suzanne knew very well that Ginger was no ordinary employee. The attractive blue-eyed, blonde-haired college student was such an avid connoisseur of sex that she practically made the Plummer women seem like prudes. She worked at Stephanie's mostly to meet other potential sex partners, both male and female. She had a particularly strong fetish for S&M, and was able to see who else shared her interest in this by what purchases they made. But even this wasn't enough, so she worked at a second job at a restaurant attached to a nursery, so she could meet horny and sexually neglected young mothers.

It was remarkable she found any time to remain a part time college student (in fact, her enrollment was less about getting a degree and more about finding yet more sex partners). Ginger wasn't a perfect ten in beauty, but she was so dedicated to finding new partners that she'd built up a large stable of very desirable beauties and slept with a different one nearly every night.

So, needless to say, Suzanne didn't exactly have a hard task convincing Ginger to go along with her scheme. The main part of the scheme was for Katherine and Suzanne to pretend that they'd never met Ginger before, and let Ginger seduce Susan. Seducing Amy would be so easy that there wasn't much point to it; instead, she could join in the sexual fun later. But seducing Susan would be a pleasantly difficult challenge, due to Susan's phobia of exposure in public places and obsessive devotion to her son. Ginger loved the prospect because she often wanted to have sexual liaisons with complete strangers in the store, but rarely was able to do it due to some rules she'd set for herself regarding sexually transmitted diseases.

The inside of "Stephanie's" was divided into two sections. The front section of the store contained clothing, costumes, lingerie, and accessories that were sexy, but still tame enough to be found in a racy Victoria's Secret. Presumably, they didn't want anything too "scandalous" that could be seen from the large front windows. The back and larger section of the store contained all the naughty stuff - if there was lingerie back there, it typically would be crotchless or edible or special in other ways. After Ginger let the store's four new customers in, she put a "closed" sign on the front window. Luckily, there were no other customers there at the moment, so she locked the door as well. Suzanne had asked for the privacy, but Ginger also knew from Suzanne's previous business that closing up shop was a good business move. The number of purchases this group would make would more than compensate the potential loss of other customers. 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘦𝘭.𝘰𝘳𝘨

Suzanne had a scheme she'd worked out in advance that necessitated Susan and Ginger being alone in the back of the store. So, after she guided Susan back there and connected her with Ginger, she got Amy and Katherine's attention and brought them out again to the front section.

"Look, you two," Suzanne said as she pointed to a display rack she was walking towards.

"Oh my GOD!" Katherine shrieked with glee. "Someone restart my heart!"

There in front of them was a rack that displayed nothing but cat-themed clothing. Katherine rushed up to it and started to feel the fabric of several outfits. Most of them were leopard-skinned or tiger-striped type items.

Amy just stood back for some moments and reveled in Katherine's show of jubilation.

But then Suzanne tapped Amy on the shoulder and gestured at other clothing racks in the same vicinity as the cat-themed one. "Look, Honey Pie. This whole section is nothing but sexy costumes. Don't you think it would be fun to surprise Alan with some special outfits tomorrow night? Kind of like a fashion show and poke-her party rolled in one."

Amy's eyes went wide as she took a good look around. "Excellent! Mother, that's is such a super cool idea! Ooh! Yes! He can poke us in our new outfits!" She ran from one display to the next in excitement (though she knew to leave the cat-themed items alone, as that would be intruding on Katherine's turf now).

Suzanne smiled. Seeing Amy and Katherine suitably distracted for her purposes, she headed to the back of the store.

Katherine held up a cat-patterned bikini and looked around for Amy. "Aims! Look at this! Look how little fabric there is! Sure, I wish there was even less, but you can't have everything. Oh my God! LOOK at all this stuff! Damn that spending limit. I could buy this entire rack!"

"Put something on," Amy sensibly suggested.

"Why, I think I will. Look. There's changing rooms just a couple feet away. Does life get any better than this?" With the bikini still in her hand, she stepped into a changing stall and closed the curtain behind her.

Amy didn't want to miss out. Mindful of the fact that most of the store's front section could be seen through the glass windows leading to the sidewalk, she figured most anything sexually interesting would take place in the changing rooms. She went to a row of costumes that she liked, checked the sizes until she found one that fit, and headed into the same stall that Katherine was using.

Katherine was already halfway into a leopard-skinned bikini by this time. She wasn't too surprised Amy had come into the same stall and merely said to her as she finished adjusting the bikini straps, "So, what do you think? I really like it, especially since the bikini bottoms is more like two loincloths that aren't connected between my legs. There are so many ways I can knock them aside to give that 'fresh pussy and ass here, come and get it!' signal." She struck a sexy pose, but didn't really feel in the mood just yet. Her smile looked a bit forced. She still had a lot of other things on her mind.

"Let's see it in action."

"Sure." Katherine smiled with more feeling as she spread her legs a bit and let the front loincloth fall to one side.

"Mmmm. Fresh and bald pussy!" Amy licked her lips. "Looks like you have a good shaver." She winked at this reference to herself.

Despite the positive reaction, Katherine felt a bit shy in the store and quickly let the loincloth fall back to cover her privates, even though they were behind the closed door of the changing room and no one could see them. But she still preened and posed. "Can you imagine Alan's cum all over this? Just imagine his fresh goo sliding and dripping down my breasts."

Amy replied as she dressed, "I can totally imagine it. I can practically see the splooge dripping off your chin. I think it looks awesome. It's way super poke-y. You look really jungle-y, too. It's like he's Tarzan and you're Jane."

That image perked Katherine up a bit more. "Oooh! I like that. I can just picture him picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and carrying me back to his jungle lair to serve him along with his other jungle women." She stared off into space.

"Totally! I can totally picture Aaa- uh, him, swinging through the trees from vine to vine. That would be fun! ... But do you think we should mention his name? Who knows who can hear us?"

"Good point. Maybe I'll ask Aunt Suz- Hey Amy! What are you doing?! You're putting on a cheerleader outfit!"

Amy giggled with glee. "I know. Isn't it cute?" She preened for her sister, and waved her pom-poms.

"But Aims, you already ARE a cheerleader."

"I know, but check this out! It's like the porno version of what we wear. The top is so teeny weeny and tight, like it shrunk down to nothing after someone left it in the dryer for days. It doesn't even come close to TRYING to cover my boobs. But what's too groovy for gravy is the skirt! Look!" She turned around and bent over, thrusting her ass out towards Katherine. "It's all starchy. You can get it to hang up above the ass, like, permanently! It just stays there. Wouldn't it be a total BLAST to do our routines before a big crowd dressed in this?"

"It would, except for the painfully bouncing boobies. But don't sidetrack me. Cheerleader outfits, even that one, are so done already. The whole point is to dress in something exotic."

Amy frowned. "Oh. Right. M'kay. I'll go get something else, then." She turned to go, but paused, adding, "Still... Wouldn't it be cool if we could give Alan special cheers at home, wearing special outfits like this?"

"What, you mean like, we walk in on Alan fucking your mom, and we put on some scandalous cheerleader outfits and pom-poms and cheer them on?"

"Yeah! Just think of the cheers we could do. Like, 'Deep! Deep! Knock her up and make her weep!' And think of the kind of pelvic thrust stuff we could do."

Katherine thought back to some weeks before, when she'd given Alan some private, semi-nude cheerleader routines. She thought, That was fun. And it's been WAY too long. What's the point of being an incestuous cheerleader if you can't do sexy routines for your brother? She said, "I'm warming up to the concept. Good idea. But is it worth putting in the 'must purchase' pile when we could just use our school outfits? I think not."

"M'kay. Bummer." Amy walked out of the stall still dressed in her cheerleader outfit, despite the fact that the outfit left her breasts completely exposed.

Katherine sighed in frustration. Amy was irrepressible when it came to nudity. But left alone for a few minutes, her enthusiasm for the cat clothing died down as she recalled a conversation she'd heard in school near the end of the day.