6 Times a Day

Chapter 1210: Chapter 1205



Alan drove down the road with Glory in the seat next to him. With their windows open, the wind blowing everywhere, and both of them wearing dark sunglasses to fight the glare of the bright sun, they looked like a typical relaxed Southern California couple. But that picture was betrayed by the serious frowns on the faces of both Alan and Glory. The awkward silence between them grew and grew until it became nearly unbearable.

Finally, Glory said, "Sorry, but maybe you should just turn around and take me back. This isn't working."

Alan had a strong desire to ask her what was wrong and talk it out. But he remembered the advice Suzanne gave him before he left: above all, he should get Glory to the Plummer house and not be distracted from that goal. So he just said, "Glory, please. I don't know what's upsetting you, but can't you just give it a try? Just five minutes. If nothing else, I want you to meet everyone." He pushed his sunglasses up on his forehead so she could see the earnest sincerity in his eyes. "Please?"

Glory still looked as ill-tempered, but he had such a sad and pleading puppy dog look on his face that she just couldn't say no. In fact, she was so conflicted that she didn't say anything at all.

As she sat there in the car with the wind blowing through her hair, she thought, This is bad. Why did I even get into this car in the first place? I almost feel like throwing myself out the door when he comes to a stop. What's wrong with me?

She looked over at him again and felt a yawning pit of despair open up. Damn! He's just so... irresistible! I don't know if I want to kill him or fuck him! Okay, I do know: fuck him! Grrr! That fucking pisses me off. I know, maybe I'll fuck him and THEN kill him! No, the one thing I have to do is keep my urges in check. I have to be strong. Dammit!

They continued to ride in silence. Alan turned on the radio to lessen the awkwardness.

By the time they got to the Plummer house, Glory had resigned herself to just grit her teeth and endure her way through the entire meal. It was too late to back out, especially after her last minute calls to Suzanne about what to wear. She tried to psych herself up to act at least halfway hospitable to the people she would be meeting, but it was difficult to get in the mood.

The next thing she knew, she was walking up the driveway to the front door. But long before they could reach it, there was an explosion of happiness.

"Glooooooryyyy! Yeay!" Katherine and Amy burst through the door and rushed at Glory like her long lost sisters.

Amy got to Glory much faster than Katherine, mostly because she'd kicked off her high heels first.

As Alan watched Amy running forward with arms outstretched and her copper-colored hair blowing in the breeze, he thought, I could definitely get used to coming home to this kind of reception every day. Sweet! Amy's so great. Just looking at her, and Sis, and somehow I'm feeling better about the Glory situation already.

Katherine kicked off her shoes and quickly caught up. She held the hem of her Persian-green sleeveless gown as she hurried along.

Before Glory knew what was happening, she found herself in the middle of a three way hug. "You made it! Cool! We're so psyched! This is going to be a super big fun time!" Surprisingly, it was Katherine who said that to Glory, as she was picking up on some of Amy's lingo.

But Amy chimed in, "Super duper double big fun time!

Funtasticallyultranormousblastorific!" She wore a dark yellow gown that showed far too much cleavage to make Suzanne happy, but in fact Suzanne was showing just about as much skin.

Glory felt like she was being squeezed to death from all sides. But the enthusiasm was so overwhelming that she couldn't help feeling a little better. She was too distracted by all the attention to ask exactly what Amy had just said.

Then she heard Suzanne say, "Girls, give her a chance to breathe, please. Welcome, Glory. Sorry about our overenthusiastic welcome wagon, but, well, there's really no containing these two."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Glory looked towards the door and saw Suzanne and Susan standing next to each other in the door frame. Both of them looked smashing in formal gowns. Susan's gown was dark green while Suzanne's was a lighter green that had more blue in it. The cuts of their gowns were almost the same, and both showed a lot of cleavage. By wearing gowns with such similar colors and styles, it was like they were flaunting their remarkably similar bodies and even their similar names.

However, despite all the similarities, Glory only had eyes for Suzanne. She was so emotionally (and erotically) moved just seeing her that she had to look away before her feelings got the best of her. It seemed that every time she saw Suzanne lately, she had trouble breathing. She looked around as Amy and Katherine finally let go and saw Alan standing off to the side of the impromptu huggers.

Had Glory looked closely she would have seen that while Susan was smiling, her face also showed worry. She worried both that Alan and Glory wouldn't end up as lovers and that she would say or do something during the meal to screw things up.

Glory had been mad at Alan since he'd picked her up (though she wasn't sure why) but now she didn't seem so upset anymore. Everyone was so happy and full of smiles (except for a surprisingly quiet and oddly subdued Alan) that she suddenly felt a lot better about coming to the Plummer house after all.

During the hug, Glory's overcoat had opened up in the front.

Amy stood back and said to her, "Let's have a good look at you. Oh, wow! Superstupendowowgasmic! What a dress!"

Encouraged, Glory opened her overcoat some more.

Katherine also stood back and chimed in, "My God, Glory, you look fantastic! I'm so jealous!" But then she thought to herself, Uh-oh! The J-word. I can't allow myself to get caught up in that again. Like Suzanne said, this is Glory's day. So what if she's showing twice as much cleavage as I am? I just have to grin and bear it for my Big Brother.

All four women oohed and aahed at Glory's outfit, especially after she took the overcoat off completely and handed it to Alan, who seemed to be waiting to take it as if he were a household servant. He also held her purse and the flowers he had given her when he picked her up. Glory felt like a star; even Suzanne joined the others in fawning over her and showering

her with compliments.

Susan thought, This is so exciting! Glory certainly is a beautiful woman. It makes me so happy and proud to know that my son's fat cock has repeatedly slid all the way down her throat! I can't blow this by getting too excited though. Glory definitely belongs in the harem. I'd love to see her squeal like a stuck pig when Tiger fucks her deep and fast! True, her boobs are on the small side, but he loves her, and that's what matters most.

Glory thought, I can't believe I'm not wearing panties or a bra! If the others only knew, they'd think I'm a terrible slut for sure. Hell, I might as well have stuck a Televibe under my dress for good measure. Little did she know, but no one there was wearing any underwear at all. Suzanne had ordered everyone to put on panties for Glory's sake, and all the women agreed, but at the last minute they all secretly reneged on this, even Suzanne. Each of them had reached a point where they simply couldn't bear wearing underwear at home.

Glory was feeling better all the time, but she still felt a deep sense of unease that wouldn't go away. She kept looking at Katherine and Susan and thinking about incest. She knew both of them well enough in a formal way from school, especially since Susan was an involved mother, but she hadn't seen Susan since she'd found out about the incest factor and now she

saw her in

a whole new light. Even as everyone was treating her like a movie star, she kept thinking things like, This is Alan's mother. And they have sex. He actually puts his penis in her. That's just too disgusting to contemplate!

But for now, she luxuriated in the compliments as the group slowly made its way inside. Amy made note of the darkness of Glory's gown by singing the riff to ACDC's Back in Black. "Bump! Bad-da-dump! Bad-da-dump! Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, bad-dump! 'Cos she's back in black, yeah she's back in black!' Yeow!" She reached out to press her fingertip against the skin of Glory's upper arm, but quickly pulled back as if her finger had been burned by Glory's sheer hotness.

Amy giggled playfully at her own antics, and even Glory had to grin a little bit in response.

Alan had been quiet and expressionless the entire time, standing there holding Glory's things like some kind of emotionally detached butler oblivious to the party swirling all around him. But now he felt obliged to correct Amy's comment. "Actually, Aims, it's a very dark blue, not

black."

He was trying to act standoffish in response to the way Glory had been treating him, but Glory looked so good in her gown that he couldn't help but add, "However, I gotta agree with your 'yeow!' comment. Glory, I have to admit that despite everything we've been through, I keep thinking of you as a teacher. But seeing you dressed like this, you're nothing but 100%

gorgeous woman."

Glory beamed. She even found herself unconsciously preening and posing a little bit.

Susan thought, That's my son! '100% gorgeous woman.' What a charmer. How can any woman resist his silver tongue, let alone his massive cock? Not me, that's for sure, hee-hee! I wish I could slide my lips all over his sperm-filled thickness right now. A boy that charming needs to be rewarded, constantly! He needs to pump his cum into his mommy's tummy! Mmmm. Yummy!

She tried to control her rising lust, and think about Glory instead. But I do have to agree with

him that she's looking mighty fine today, in spite of her relatively small breasts. I guess I can concede that she's extremely Alan-worthy as an overall package. She just has a kind of aura of beauty about her that even makes me feel a little jealous.

The whole group had made it inside the house by now. Alan gave up on trying to act standoffish. He closed the door and asked, "Glory, can I put your coat away?"

She nodded with a smile.

Alan smiled in return and walked off with her coat. However, his smile was forced, because he

was feeling extremely nervous and uneasy