6 Times a Day

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Finally, Susan heard a very breathy, excited, and totally naked Brenda returned to the phone.

“Mistress, sorry that took a bit. We have video monitors all over the house now, as you know, and I don’t want Adrian listening in. He’s taking a nap right now, but I have to assume he could wake up and spy on me at any time. I had to disconnect the speaker phone from another room and bring it into my bedroom closet, the one place I can go where he can’t see.”

“The one place? Don’t you want some privacy?”

“Absolutely not. Why should I? How can I serve my master or my son if I’m hidden in my room? Plus, it’s so damn hot to be on constant display, always knowing he could be looking at me, even if he isn’t! It makes me feel like a sex object all day long.”

Susan couldn’t disagree with that sentiment. “That sounds pretty nice, I must admit. But what about your bathroom? I assume you have privacy there, right?”

“No! Especially not the bathroom! I get so wet knowing that Aidy’s probably jacking off most every time I take a shower. And you should see how much I get into my showers lately as a result. God, it’s so good! I could lather up my tits and ass for hours, knowing that my son is watching – you should try it!”

“I think I will! Truth be told, we’ve hardly begun to tap the video surveillance possibilities over here, though Suzanne and I did watch the footage of Tiger fucking Angel this morning after they left for school, when we were doing our morning workouts. But I’d want privacy when I go to the toilet, at least.”

“Well, actually, that is the one other private spot. When Mistress Suzanne helped with the installation, she made sure there was no camera pointing in the toilet seat area, since that’s separate from the bathtub area. She said she didn’t want Adrian to get some kind of weird water sports fixation. She’s such a wise mistress. But other than the toilet and my walk-in closet where I have my computer set up, his eyes can follow my body just about everywhere I go! Frankly, I get horny just remembering that I have no privacy, that my every move is on display for his lustful eyes, that he could be shooting hot spunk into the air while looking at me at any given second! Even if he’s not home, I walk with an extra bounce in my step and an extra jiggle in my tits, knowing that he theoretically COULD be watching.”

“Good Lord!” Susan breathed heavily. “That does sound really hot! Total devotion. Total submission. Total nakedness! I love it. We still have many rooms in this house not under video surveillance. I’m going to have to see about changing that. Although I don’t know if the others would agree, especially Suzanne. Heck, and probably Tiger, too. Oh, poo! But in any case, you were talking about stuffing your son’s cock down your throat for hours and hours! Let’s get back to that. Tell me more!”

“Sadly, it’s just talk at this point. I can’t even so much as fondle his dick yet, much less give him my tits to plow and plunder. GOD, I’d love to get titfucked by my son all afternoon! But Mistress Suzanne won’t let me do anything!”

“What?! Why not? Surely she knows that good mommies fuck their sons. Why, that’s practically the very definition of a good mommy. That’s what we do! That’s why Suzanne and I and everyone agreed to give you a special exception so you could fuck Adrian until he gets a worthy girlfriend. Surely Suzanne would understand that you need to take the edge off when Alan isn’t around, and you’ll be helping Adrian mature at the same time. So why wait?”

“I know, I know! But Mistress Suzanne said yesterday that I have to slowly seduce him. She says that I’ve got to draw it out and slowly teach him all along that Master Alan’s sexual needs come first. She says it’ll be tough for Adrian to understand that his mother is a sex slave willingly owned and controlled by some strange eighteen year old boy. I can see she has a point there. Since Adrian is male, he’ll have trouble quickly recognizing my master’s natural sexual superiority, and Alan’s need to have a large harem of nothing but the sexiest big-titted nymphos around, including me. In fact, Adrian might find the whole thing completely absurd and do something crazy. He’s naturally going to wonder why his mommy doesn’t spend all her time fucking her own son.”

“Naturally!” Over the last two months, Susan had come to consider mother-son incest almost a moral imperative for nearly any family. Neither she nor Brenda had any idea how absurd their conversation might sound to an outsider.

“So it’s complicated, my mistress. Suzanne’s got a whole progression of seduction steps planned out for me. But it’s going to take forever, it seems! I hate to be so uppity, but I want my Pooh Bear filling my tight, needy hole right now! Good God! I’ve got a big dildo in me at this very moment, but it’s just not the same! I want flesh and blood! More than anything, I want Master Alan’s eight inches! But all I’ve got is this double-headed plastic thing.”

“I’m so with you, Brenda. I hardly even use dildos any more unless someone’s pushing it in me, because after you’ve been to heaven, nothing else comes close.” Susan looked down at her own fingers pushing in and out of her steamy hole and sighed at how inadequate they seemed. “But you were saying?”

“Yeah. My frustration! Between my having to stay away from Alan AND Adrian AND the Plummer house altogether, today has been sheer living hell. Well practically, though the pain of the anticipation feels good in a weird way too. I’m sorry to take up your precious time with my petty problems, but I just had to vent to someone. Please forgive me, Mistress!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” Susan said honestly. “In fact, this is just the kind of thing to help take my mind off waiting around for my well-hung son to return to me.”

“Oh, Mistress! You’re far too kind.” Then, after a long pause, Brenda asked, “Susan, I haven’t known you very long, but I already consider you my best friend. What you think means the world to me. So tell me: do you ever have doubts about endlessly serving your master as a sex toy?”

Susan asked, “Are you serious?”

“Of course I’m serious.”

Susan spoke with great passion. “Brenda, may I remind you that we don’t have any choice in the matter. That’s what the Big Tits Theory says. We were born this way, born to serve. Just like a lion is born to eat meat and a lamb is born to eat grass, we were born to suck and fuck superior cock! But even if there WAS a choice, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve never been happier in my life!”

She went on, “That said, of course I’ve had my doubts, and I still do sometimes. I have pangs of guilt from remembering that I’m still a married woman, or thinking about what my parents or siblings might think if they knew about my new lifestyle, that sort of thing. I especially wonder from time to time if I can square my lifestyle with being a good Christian. But those kinds of feelings are usually fleeting, and as each day passes, they bother me less and less. What about you?”

Brenda replied, “You’re so right, as usual. Times like this, the waiting, it’s so frustrating. I have my doubts too, especially during these between times when we just wait and wait. But I’m just like you in that my doubts seem to be lessening day by day. Except for the problem of having sex with Alan and Adrian at the same time. I know that’s going to be big trouble before long.”

Susan said, “You’re almost certainly right about that. But never fear. Alan and Suzanne will manage to overcome whatever problems arise. They’re really good at that. Don’t forget your true nature. You were made for sex. Just lovingly serve your master and seduce your son, according to plan, and keep Alan and Suzanne informed so they can make adjustments as need be.”

“Sounds good. Thanks for the reassurance.” Brenda loved how much she and Susan were on the same wavelength.

“Just a minute.” Susan stopped fondling herself and looked around, because she thought she’d heard something over the sound of her own pussy squishing noises. “Ah. Amy! How ya doing?”

“M’kay!” Amy stood behind Susan, only a short distance away. She hadn’t been hiding, and in fact she’d been quietly standing there a while. It was just that she didn’t want to interrupt while Susan was talking on the phone. She’d wanted to fool around with her original mother a bit, but Suzanne was busy and had sent her off to the Plummer house.

Susan resumed groping her own left breast and pistoning fingers in and out of her pussy as she asked Amy, “Do you have a question for me or something?”

“Nope. Sorry for butting in. I’m just bored. Waiting for tonight, waiting for my O.B.”

Susan laughed. “Join the party! That’s Brenda on the speaker phone. We both have the waiting for Alan blues. Why don’t you listen in? She’s about to tell me the latest about her seduction of her son Adrian. Brenda?”

Brenda sighed. “Hi, Mistress Amy. Susan’s exaggerating, unfortunately. I don’t really have any good stories to tell. I was just telling her that Suzanne wants my seduction of Aidy to go slowly. So I have to hold back. And I have my maid living here. Anika. Have either of you met her?”

Amy and Susan both said “No.”

Amy added, “I haven’t even met Adrian. I’ve only seen a photo.” She began talking off her clothes as she said this.

“Well,” Brenda said with resignation, “Anika is wonderful. She’s an older lady from Austria, and I kind of think of her as my grandmother. But she’s also like my conscience made flesh. She’s very old school, very European. Very strict. She knows all about my lust for my son and is fine with it.” She didn’t realize how contradictory this would sound to a typical person.

She continued, “She doesn’t have any sons of her own, but nonetheless she recognizes Aidy and I share something special, something that needs to be shared physically. So normally she would be a big help for me. The only problem is, Suzanne has recruited Anika to sort of be her eyes and ears to make sure my seduction doesn’t go too fast. It’s so frustrating! I feel like I’m on a short leash, and I don’t mean that in the good rape and spank your helpless sex slave on a leash kind of way!”

Susan laughed, and then replied, “But knowing you, you must have done something. Tell me what happened- oh! Sorry. Amy surprised me. She’s dropped to her knees and started licking my ass crack. Where was I?”

“You want me to tell you what happened today?”

“Exactly. Oh yessss! AMY! Where did you learn to do that?”

Amy was rimming Susan’s anus while running a finger across a sensitive spot in the perineum, the space between Susan’s pussy and ass. She answered, “Nowhere special, Mom. I’m just really into asses these days, after what O.B. did to me last night.”

“Ah. Well, don’t stop. I’ve got my front side covered for now. Brenda, you were saying?”

The loud squishing sounds coming from Brenda’s line died down a bit as she resumed talking. “Oh, yes. So when I got up this morning I was going to make breakfast for Adrian naked. Actually, I should say help Anika make breakfast. She really does everything and I supervise. Ever since I’ve been de facto divorced I really don’t have anything to do all day except fantasize about Master Alan, and now my son too. But I digress. Anika asked me what my excuse for being naked at breakfast would be, and of course I didn’t have one. So I had to put on something to wear. I chose the skimpiest bathing suit I could find. She allowed that, since I could claim that I was going to go swimming once he left for school.” 𝐞𝗻𝐨𝘃𝗹.𝐜𝐨𝗺

Amy switched from licking Susan’s ass down to her pussy, and then back again.

Susan was so overcome that she had to brace herself up against the wall to remain standing. She said between heavy breaths, “You should try the erotic apron look for breakfast. That’s what I wear most every morning, and my Tiger never gets tired of it. Just an apron and nothing else. It’s good for cooking AND raising cocks.”

“But don’t you see, Mistress Susan?” Brenda complained. “I can’t even do that, because I can’t give a plausible non-sexual excuse for wearing just that. Ad-”

“GOD! Amy’s tongue is so far inside me! Jesus, Amy! Oops. Sorry for interrupting, Brenda. It’s like she’s stuffed her entire head inside my ass crack.”

“That’s okay. I wish I could be there right now to see it. So much! … Where was I? Oh yeah. Adrian isn’t even supposed to know how badly I want him buried up to his balls in the hole he came out of. It’s so aggravating! So I did the best I could. I wore this one bathing suit I just bought the other day. It’s fairly normal at the bottom, a real high cut and practically a G-string in the back, but the top is strange. A thin strip of cloth rises from the bottom piece at the hip, then goes over a nipple and not much else, crosses over the back, then goes back down over the other nipple and attaches at the other hip. It looks like a big red X from the front. There are no shoulder straps at all.”

“No shoulder straps?” Susan asked. “How on Earth does it stay on? That can’t give much support at all, and you need a LOT of support.”

“It doesn’t!” Brenda announced happily. “All you have to do is look at it funny and the top comes right off. That’s why it’s my new favorite suit. And as for support, rather than hold my tits down, it actually causes them to bounce and protrude even more than if I was buck naked. So I was pretty happy with wearing it. Anika grumbled though. She said, ‘Vatch out. Remember, don’t disappoint dat Suzanne voman.’ I should mention my maid has the cutest Austrian accent. I can’t really do it justice.”

She went on, “But in any case, when Adrian walks into the kitchen area and sees me like that, he flips out. But not in a good way. He’s suspicious. He says, ‘Ma, what’s going on? Yesterday, you dressed so… well… unusual. And today you’re just the same. You never dressed this revealingly when there was a huge heat wave, but it’s November already. I don’t get it.'”

Brenda continued, “I had to sit down and explain some things to him. I said, ‘Pooh Bear,’ – that’s my little nickname for him, by the way, since he loved Winnie the Pooh when he was a baby – ‘Pooh Bear, you may have noticed I’ve been acting differently these past couple of weeks.’ He agreed to that. Then I explained, ‘It’s because I have a new man in my life.’ He expressed shock, and pointed out that my divorce still wasn’t finalized. I said that didn’t matter and that if I’d been happily married I would have had to divorce my husband just the same, once I’d met my new man. My new love means everything to me. Then I said, ‘Furthermore, he’s an incredible sexual dynamo. Since I’ve started seeing him, all I can think about is sex! I get so excited I just want to run around naked all day, thinking of my new love.'”

“Uh-oh,” Susan commented.

“Yep. Naturally, Adrian was upset about this. Deep in his heart, he hoped that he would be the only man in his mother’s life. I never would have understood this until I met you all, but now I can see more of what’s going on in his head. Now I know he has a serious case of that Oedipal urge, probably like most sons with sexy mommies. I wanted to kiss him so hard and so long for loving me in that carnal way, but then I looked at Anika with her disapproving, wrinkly scowl. Agonizingly, the only thing I knew Anika would allow me was a hug, so I hugged my Pooh Bear tight for a long time and managed to rub my boobs all over his chest until Anika finally gave me a swift kick in the shins. But then came the hard part. I had to break it to him that sometimes there are very special men like Alan who are entitled to take and fuck any women they want, any time they want, even big-titted mothers hot for their sons.”

“Did you actually tell him that?” Susan asked, excitedly. She absolutely loved hearing other experiences of mother-son incest and hearing about her son’s sexual prowess was even better, so she was in seventh heaven. The fact that Amy’s tongue was in her ass crack and keeping her on the edge of a climax naturally improved her enjoyment of the story.

“Sadly, no. I didn’t need a kick or a ‘Vatch it!’ from Anika to know that it wasn’t time yet to tell him all of that.”

“Yeah,” Susan noted, “It can’t be easy for other males to accept Tiger’s natural superiority. There’s bound to be some resentment.”

“Yes. Sad, but true. So instead, I stood up and began pacing around the dining table where he sat. Not only was I trying to wobble and jiggle and sashay around to subtly show that I was a horny mother in serious need of a good son-cock stuffing, I was also stalling for time to think. I’m not good at these kinds of things. I just want action! But finally, I said, ‘Aidy, you’ll come to understand my new love in time. It doesn’t mean I love you any less. In fact, he’s already taught me how to appreciate you much more than before.’ My Pooh Bear looked puzzled, but I didn’t explain what I meant, exactly. Instead, I said, ‘As I said, my lover is extremely sexual, and he wants me to be very sexual. So that’s why I’ve started to wear things like this.’ I came up with that on the spot, but it seemed to me that was a better excuse for my scandalous outfit than just saying I was going to go swimming.”

“Good thinking.”

“Thanks. I ran my hand over my body as if I were a model pointing out the various attributes of the bathing suit. But I was puzzled because he stared at me open mouthed. I thought maybe my words had been too shocking until I realized that he was staring at nothing but my right boob. I looked down and realized that the strap had fallen off my right nipple, and was only precariously hanging onto the other one because my nipples protrude so much. Like I said earlier, it doesn’t take much to get that top to fall off, and I guess just walking a few steps did the trick.”

“Cool! I want one!” Amy said happily, as she briefly rested from her licking.

“Me too, dear,” Susan chimed in. “Suzanne keeps telling me that it’s sexier to wear a little than nothing at all. I’m sure Brenda will tell us where to go to buy that kind of thing, but for now let’s not interrupt her story too much. Okay?”

“M’kay.” Amy drove her tongue back into Susan’s ass crack.

Brenda resumed, “Instead of fixing my top, I held up my hand and smiled, saying, ‘Now, Aidy, this is a case in point. You’ll notice my top has slipped a little bit. Don’t be alarmed! My ma-‘ – I almost said ‘my master’ but luckily I caught myself – ‘my man likes me to wear extremely revealing outfits. Naturally, he loves outfits that show off my huge hooters. That gets him hot to suck, fondle, and-‘ Anika coughed very loudly there, which was probably necessary because I was about to launch into how much I love it when Alan titfucks me. Then I said, ‘My nipples are so-‘ but Anika had another coughing fit. Apparently, I wasn’t even allowed to tell my son how incredibly sensitive my nipples are and how they long to be pulled and pinched and kissed and sucked.”

Brenda’s voice turned petulant and pouty. “She’s so tough. So mean. I tried to calm down a bit and said, ‘He wants me to practice wearing all kinds of scandalous outfits all day long, and he doesn’t care if my son sees me outrageously dressed or not. Can you handle that, if I wear those kinds of things around the house like I’ve started to do lately? Can you handle it if a nipple or two gets exposed from time to time, like I’m exposed right now? Please tell me you won’t mind!'”

Susan asked excitedly, “What did he say?”

With all the talk about exposed nipples, Amy had come around and started feeling up Susan’s chest. But since Amy was naked, that quickly evolved into a mashing of their impressive racks into each other, while fingers continued to explore and pinch nipples.

Brenda answered, “He was shocked, but he said, ‘No, I can handle that.’ You should have heard how much he stuttered on the ‘no.’ It was so cute. But then Anika coughed again, and when she caught my eye she looked at my chest very disapprovingly. I reluctantly pulled my top back into place. I think Adrian was even sadder to see me fix my clothes than I was. But I still wasn’t done. I said, ‘I’m so glad to hear that, Aidy. You’re the best. But I should warn you, my lover doesn’t just like to see my tits. He loves the rest of me, too. For instance, my ass. He wants me to learn how to show off my ass as well. I have to admit that I’ve sort of lost my seductive techniques these past years of marriage, but that’s changing. For instance, what if I bend over like this?'”

“Bend over!” Susan said to Brenda with surprising authority. “Bend over, just like you’re showing yourself off to him, right now!”

“Okay! So I bent over right in front of Adrian, and in fact wiggled my way back up to him until my ass was practically in his face. The suit was so thin and so narrow that I’m sure he could see every fold of my pussy. My tits drooped down like two water balloons. I could hear him gasp quite loudly. He’d been sneaking peeks at my tits and ass for years, but it was rare for him to get a perfect moon shot like this. He’s such a shy boy, and sadly, never takes advantage of me. I taunted, ‘Do you think you can handle it when I wear something that reveals all of my ass cheeks like this? Is that too shocking for you?’ He muttered something about how he wouldn’t mind that too much, and I stood up. I was going to then show him my pussy region up close and talk to him about that, maybe even pull up on the thin strap down there to better show just how much I was juicing while thinking about my new lover, but unfortunately Anika said I was needed in the kitchen. Then she took me aside and told me to cool it. So unfortunately that was pretty much it until breakfast was over.”

“Awww,” Amy pouted. “Is that all?”

Susan, on the other hand, was so busy being pleasured by Amy that she was fighting to concentrate on the story and was in no shape to ask questions.

“No. There’s more. As soon as we finished eating, I got up to clean off the table and of course that gave me all kinds of opportunities to have my suit slip down. You should have seen Aidy! It was so cute, but so frustrating for us both. I swear, his cock looked like it was going to burst through his pants and then drill a hole right up through the table. He was sweating. He was panting. He was blushing. He was soooo turned on! I must have made five trips back and forth between the table and the kitchen, and my nipples were more often exposed than not during that time. Finally, I think it got to be too much for him. He looked like he was about to faint and I imagine he was wondering if he’d be able to cope with many more days of this new dress code. He asked, ‘Momma, why do you do what this new guy tells you to do? Don’t you find it demeaning?'”

“And…?” Susan prodded.

“I walked back to the table, stood up above him, and leaned far into his direction. I love doing that because it causes my tits to sway forward and practically slap him on the face. You should have seen the way his eyes all but popped out of his head. I said, ‘Aidy, you have to understand, whatever my lover says, I do. There’s a lot of competition in his harem, and if I want to stay in his good graces-‘ my voice trailed off because he was staring at me like I’d just sprouted another nose. He screamed, ‘Harem?! Harem? You’ve got to be kidding me! This guy has a harem?!'”

Susan gushed, “I LOVE the sound of that word! ‘Harem.’ My son has a harem! Harem. I am a slave in my son’s harem! I’m one of many sex slaves owned and controlled by my son, in his harem of big-titted babes! … Sorry, don’t mind me. Please continue.”

Brenda paused briefly and sighed. “I’d thought that I was playing it cool by giving the competition excuse. I thought that sounded a lot more moderate than giving the real reasons I do things to please my master, that I worship the very ground Alan walks on. But apparently I’d said the wrong thing. For some reason, he was totally hung up merely on the fact Alan had a harem at all! He’s such a na?ve boy. One can see right away why he’s not the harem-keeper type, but he’s my son and I love him dearly just the same.”

Susan interrupted, “Yes, not everybody has what it takes to be a harem master. My son is so special!”

Brenda went on, “I tried to calm him down and said, ‘Really, it’s no big deal. It’s such a small harem, as harems go.’ But it turns out that wasn’t the right thing to say either. He looked at me like I’d sprung two horns, and then he fled to his room making some kind of wordless cry the whole way there. I think he cried, but he wouldn’t let me into his room. He left for school completely crushed.

“What did I do wrong?”