6 Times a Day

Chapter 1147: Massage for Alan



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Suzanne took charge and switched to her more authoritative "instructing the group" voice. "Okay. Good. Here's the plan. Since Sweetie was enjoying the dancing, let's have him lay down on a sofa that's pointed at the stripper's pole. We'll prop his head up with pillows so he can have a good view. Then we'll implement my plan to make him feel good in a whole new way."

Katherine suggested, "Wait. The arms at the ends of the sofa are too much of a bother; let's lay him down on the long coffee table instead. We can put the cushions from the sofa under him to make space for his hands and the handcuffs."

"Make it so, number one fuck toy," Suzanne joked. But she was also nervous and used the joke to defuse the tension. She knew that Alan was very wary and Susan was watching both her and Xania like a hawk. She was going to be in the doghouse if her plan didn't work out.

Xania, Suzanne, Akami, and Katherine all worked to move Alan into position. With his hands still cuffed behind his back, he acted like a potato sack, forcing them to lift him and move him. It was a mild form of passive resistance, since he was extremely reluctant about the whole thing, but he didn't resist more firmly since he was still unwilling to break his promise to Suzanne.

Susan just watched with her arms folded and frowned in disapproval, since she didn't want any part this enterprise.

Seeing that Susan would need to be kept busy, Suzanne suggested, "Susan, Sweetie's going to need some visual stimulation. Akami didn't quite manage to coax that cum load out of him yet, and now we're going to have to redouble our efforts to get him to squirt out all that spermy goodness. Can you help? Maybe you can turn the music back up, and then dress up so you can take it all off with a pole dance striptease?"

Susan's eyes lit up at that.

But Alan said, "Aunt Suzy, why don't you dance? I've seen you do a striptease, true, but I've never seen you really dance before."

"And you never will - not unless it's ballroom dancing." Strangely, even though Suzanne was generally outgoing, she didn't like to dance. She had trouble being completely uninhibited and that tendency showed up in her dancing, which frustrated her. "Besides, I'm needed to direct what's happening to you. You can do it, Susan."

Susan was torn. On the one hand, she was absolutely thrilled by the idea of stripping for her son. But on the other hand, she didn't want to be co-opted into assisting with any plan that put him in a submissive position. So she wavered. "I don't know. Maybe Angel should do it some more. She's obviously the best dancer here. Darling Angel of mine, I must say I'm so proud of you. I had no idea you're such a wonderfully talented dancer." She beamed to everyone, "Isn't she just the best?"

Katherine replied while helping to drag Alan onto the table, "Thanks, Mom. I don't really think I'm all that great, but it's nice to hear you say that. If my dancing helps empty my Big Milk Bottle Brother's heavy cum-filled balls any, that's the main thing though, isn't it? Don't you agree that we all have to work as a team to keep those dreadful blue balls at bay? Look at that huge erection standing straight up, all swollen and throbbing, ready to burst with delicious cum. Mom, don't you want to help see that potent, fertile sperm fly high into the air?"

Susan rolled her eyes. "Well, not into the air. That would be dangerously close to Onanism, unless it lands on a hot babe. But I can see what you're doing, my daughter. You're trying to use some psychological trick to get me to dance by speaking in my favorite kind of language. Well, I hate to say it, but dammit... it's working."

Susan's eyes went to her son's exposed erection, and soon her whole body was drawn to it like a magnet. "Those blue balls ARE dreadful! Don't make light of his condition." Reaching out to his bobbing stiffness, she took it in her hand. "Look. He's got such a bad sperm overload that Alan Junior is hot and throbbing. So thick... and hard... Mmmm..."

Seeing that Susan was weakening, Katherine tried a power play. "Mom, just 'cos Brother's hands are tied up, that doesn't mean anything. He's still our master, and The Pact still applies. It's still your duty to do anything and everything you can to please him. So I'm ordering you to dance. Now!"

"That is true," Susan pondered, as she stroked her son's pole. "To be honest, I'm not a good dancer. But If you think that shaking my booty a bit will help keep his mommy-splitter squirting out more sperm, then that's what I'll have to do. But I want it to be noted that I'm doing this under protest."

Suzanne grinned a bit as she replied, "Duly noted." Noting how Susan was getting into sliding her hand up and down Alan's erection, she said, "Time to dance. Leave a little bit of this for the rest of us."

Susan wiped the pre-cum from the tip of her son's erection, and then brought it to her mouth. As she sucked on it, she gave Suzanne the biggest puppy dog pleading eyes she could manage, hoping that she wouldn't have to let go.

But Suzanne reached down and rather forcibly removed Susan's hand from Alan's hard-on. She pointed to the dancing pole, propelling Susan to head in that direction.

Then she said, "Don't worry, I'm telling all of you that Sweetie is going to love this. Who has the most sexual experience here? Xania and I do. We know what we're doing. And Katherine, I don't want to hear any more of your self-criticisms. You can literally dance circles around everyone here. By the way Kat, why don't you go put on something sexy? Remember my advice: it can be more arousing not to be all naked all the time."

Katherine nodded her head and skipped off to the underwear cabinet.

Suzanne, still standing proudly in the nude despite her advice to others, continued, "Susan, don't even try to compete with that adorable vixen daughter of ours. I'm sure that none of us can hold a candle to her dancing. Rather than all out dancing, just shimmy and sway slowly like you did in some of your earlier stripteases, and I'm sure Alan will love it. Right, Sweetie?"

Alan had been trying to keep a low profile and let the others talk as if he wasn't in the room, as he sometimes liked to do. But forced to reply, he said, "Right. Mom, don't worry. I'm sure Aunt Suzy and Xania have cooked up something good and fun. They've never let me down yet. I was just freaked out by the surprise of the handcuffs and all."

Susan was frowning. "Well, to be honest, I really don't know the first thing about dancing. I've led such a sheltered life. And after Angel's beautiful display, I feel so..." Katherine suggested, "Mom, just imagine that you're really in a harem in the Middle East somewhere. You don't have to dance per se, just move your body to the music in a way that'll arouse your Sultan. You know how to do that really well."

Alan added, "Yeah, Mom. You're great at that. So let it all hang out."

Susan gave a naughty smile. "Let it all hang out, eh? What would you define as 'it', my Sultan?" She was wearing nothing but high heels, like all the other women in the room (except Katherine who'd shed her heels while dancing). She picked up a throw pillow in each hand and held them strategically over her chest and groin. She teased, "Would you call my tits 'it'? No, that can't be right since there are two of them." She briefly exposed her chest as she spoke. "How 'bout my ass? Is that 'it'?"

She turned to the side and wiggled her rear at him before covering it with the pillow she'd moved from her chest. "Would you like to run your hands all over my ass and stick your fingers in my naughty holes to confirm that's what you mean by 'it', my Sultan? Or were you planning to 'get my attention' by slipping that thing so deep in my ass that if would make a visible bulge in my tummy? Is that 'it'?"

Alan suddenly blurted out, "God DAMN! Mom, every inch of you is 'it'! You're too fucking

sexy!"

Susan laughed with triumphant glee. Her teasing had been interrupted before she could fully get into it, but she didn't mind too much. Her mind was completely focused on the stripteasing idea now, and she rushed off to the underwear cabinet near the front entrance to find some items suitably sexy to put on and take off.

As Susan left, Katherine came back in. She was grinning happily, proud to show off the leopard print strapless bikini she was wearing. "Hey Brother, Big Electric Power Strip Brother. You like? You Tarzan, Me Kat!"

He thought, Jesus Christ! She looks so fucking hot too. Suzanne is so right that a little bit of clothes really adds spice, especially seeing Kat in cat-themed stuff. It's like she's proud to be a feline fuck toy. My feline uppity fuck toy. With all this visual stimulation, if anyone else so much as breathes near my

dick, I'm totally gonna lose it!

In a rough and low "caveman" voice, he grunted, "Me like."

Katherine rushed up and hugged him, but luckily didn't touch his over aroused crotch. "Oh,

I'm so glad! Me like too! I'm gonna buy a whole lot more patterned just like this, that's for

sure."

With Alan lying down on the coffee table and his head propped up towards the dancing pole, Suzanne and Xania took their places on either side of him and began massaging.

Xania was a very expert masseuse, definitely the best in the room, so she focused on his neck and shoulders. "My oh my. You're so tense," she said as she began to knead the knots in his muscles away.

Suzanne gave Alan a head massage at the same time. She pressed her fingers firmly into his dark brown hair and rubbed.

Alan joked, "I've never had my head massaged before, at least not that one."

Suzanne chuckled, and then said, "Your other head certainly gets enough daily workouts. I

don't have the magic fingers like Xania does, but I know enough to know that a good head massage can do wonders for your whole body. Everything's connected to the head."

The massaging went on for a minute or two. Then Katherine, speaking on behalf of herself and Akami, asked, "Hey. What should we do?"

Xania suggested, "Akami, since your fucking was rudely interrupted, why don't you take his dick and balls in your talented hands? Just lift him up a bit to free them from under his weight, and then flop them down between his thighs. Oh, and use this." She pointed to one of

the props she'd set aside.

Akami picked up a very long peacock feather. "Oooh. Nice." She began very gently kneading Alan's balls with one hand while lightly brushing the feather up and down his erection with

the other.

Suzanne pointed out to Akami, "I can tell from the way he's straining that he's close to

blowing his load. He's been on the edge for a while now. So please be very careful. We want to

keep him there, feeling that great and continuous erotic high, but not so much that he has to strain or fight, or worse, shoot off a load uselessly onto the table. Got it?"

Akami nodded knowingly, "Got it." She started to move the feather slower and with an ever

lighter touch.

Xania nodded in Katherine's direction. "And you, Jungle Girl, you know how to massage, don't you? Why don't you work on his ass and legs with your hands? Really dig in deep. He's

got a lot of (ahem!)... tension" - she grinned lewdly - "that he needs to release."

So the four of them went at it for a while.

Alan immediately felt worlds better. What seems like weeks of accumulated stress started flowing out of him. Soon he was breathing and moaning with great satisfaction. Susan was dressed and had been back in the room for a bit, but she hadn't started her striptease yet, as she was waiting for him to get settled in comfortably.

But right as she was about to begin, Alan said, "Wait, Mom. Let's change the music. You know what I'd love to hear right now? 'Tomorrow Never Knows' by the Beatles. Let's put that on an endless loop. It's really hypnotic, but still should have enough of a beat for you to groove."

So that's what they did. John Lennon began to sing, "Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream", which was exactly how Alan was feeling.