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Brenda was left breathless, in more ways than one. She stared at the front door after Suzanne had gone, seemingly trying to will Suzanne to come back. She sighed happily, and said to Susan, "Mistress Suzanne sure is something, isn't she?"
"She is," Susan agreed. "You... uh, you didn't mind the spanking? It was pretty harsh."
Brenda rubbed her bare bubble butt, after that reminder. "Yeah, I guess my ass will be red and sore for a while. But mind it? No way. I deserved it! I lied to her, and to you. It was unforgivable!"
Susan was going to point out that those were just harmless white lies, but she remembered Suzanne's advice to have a take charge attitude with Brenda. So instead, she asked, "What about all that pussy licking and kissing with her? Don't you still insist that you don't like that kind of thing?"
"Yes, but she gave me a direct order. What choice did I have? Besides, she's my mistress. How could I not enjoy pleasuring her, at least a little?" She turned her head away, because she'd enjoyed it more than just a little and she was embarrassed that it might show in her face. She still had issues with her bisexual feelings, though they weren't as strong as they had been before receiving her spanking from Suzanne.
Susan thought, Interesting. As usual, Suzanne knows what she's doing. Brenda is taking to this like a duck to water. I should probably stay out of this and not question Suzanne's moves in front of Brenda.
Brenda spoke up. "Let's talk! I've got so much to say, especially about last night. Oh my God! Wasn't that exciting? I could talk about that for hours and hours. Ever since I woke up this morning, it's like I've had a ghost cock in my mouth!"
"What do you mean? Oh, by the way, I'm tired of standing here. Let's go upstairs and get comfy."
As Susan led her up the stairs, Brenda explained, "It's like I can still feel and taste Alan's cock. I sucked on him suck a remarkably long time! For me, that is. I'm not used to that. My jaw STILL hurts! But in a good way. It's a constant reminder of what happened. I hope the feeling never goes away!"
Susan chuckled. "I hear you there."
Brenda went on, "But that's not all of it. Since I woke up today, sometimes I just open my jaw wide and recall the thrill of feeling his incredibly thick cock-meat completely filling my mouth. I practice sucking and licking, although there's nothing there. I was even doing that a few times while I was driving here. Is that weird?" She giggled a bit nervously. "I guess that's pretty weird."
Susan took Brenda's hand as they walked, squeezing it reassuringly. "As a matter of fact, it's not weird at all. I do it ALL the time!"
"Really?"
"Sure. In fact, sometimes I do that and then I take a big whiff, and it's like I can smell Tiger's sperm! Luckily, it isn't always just my imagination, since I usually have a residue of his spermy love on my face and my tits - I'm careful not to wash those areas if he gives me a creamy facial in the morning." She sniffed the air. "MMMM! And of course most of the rooms smell like his potent seed. I can smell it right now."
They'd made it to the upstairs hallway. Brenda stopped, and said, "Really? Where? Can I have a sniff?"
"Sure thing. I took half of one of his spermy loads in my mouth this morning, so unfortunately there isn't as much on my skin as usual. But you can still smell some on my chin and cheeks, I'll bet. And then most of it dripped down into my cleavage."
Brenda sighed with a near orgasmic intensity as she sniffed Susan repeatedly in all the places just mentioned. She wasn't shy about it at all, and placed her nose directly on Susan's skin. "Aaaaah! Mmmm! Yes! I can definitely smell him. Oh, yes! It's making me so thirsty!"
Susan chuckled knowingly. "Yeah, that's the problem. I try not to sniff myself too much, because it only makes me thirsty, and the only source to quench that thirst is sitting in school right now." She sighed longingly. But then she added helpfully, "Take a deep whiff in my cleavage. His flavor seems to linger deep in there especially well. Maybe because it's always flowing and pooling into there."
"Oh, YES!" Brenda exclaimed. In a flash, she had her face completely buried between Susan's twin globes. "It IS really strong in here!"
"Go ahead and lick it."
"Can I? Really?" Brenda was practically swooning with arousal.
"Sure."
"Aaaah!" Brenda sighed as she licked. "So good. I love the mixture of aromas. It seems manly, like him, yet feminine, like you. It's almost MORE delicious than just him alone!" She kept on licking and sniffing, almost like she was "motorboating" there.
Susan held her breasts together so Brenda's face would be totally enveloped in tit-flesh. At the same time, she said, "Brenda, I have bad news. I've been talking about Alan with Suzanne all day now. In particular, we went over what happened last night in great detail, for like, two hours. I'm kind of all talked out about that for a while."
Brenda was crushed to hear that. She exclaimed impatiently, "But I just have to talk to you about Alan taming me last night! Please! It was one of the most important events in my life! If not THE most important! I know that he tamed you already, so now you've been tamed and I've been tamed, and it's all so wonderful! We have SO much more in common now, so much to talk about!"
Susan grinned widely. "I know. Remember, I was there. I saw your taming with my own eyes, and it was simply priceless. I love your enthusiasm, and of course I love that he tamed you. I've had my issues with you, and I guess I still do" - she looked pointedly at Brenda's enormous bare breasts - "but there's no denying that you're very Alan-worthy. I adore your general enthusiasm, and your passion for serving his cock. I think you'll make a fine sex toy."
"You think so?!" Brenda was so far gone into her new lifestyle that she only felt a small twinge of doubt about whether being a "sex toy" or "sex pet" might not be her best option. But in the blink of an eye that doubt vanished.
"I think so. Time will tell if you're really in it for the long haul, like I am. But can we please talk about all that later? I understand what happened to you is extremely important for you, and rightfully so. I want to talk about it with you to your heart's content. The taming process is one of my favorite topics in the world. But you caught me at a bad time. Like I said, I've already JUST talked to Suzanne about last night, to the point that it seems like it happened to me twice."
"Lucky you!" Brenda grinned impishly.
"I know. But seriously, let's wait. Besides, waiting will be good for you. You've gotta try to take this kind of thing in stride."
"In stride?! What could be more important? My entire life has changed!"
"I know, I know. But now that you're tamed, you don't have to be jumping up and down all the time like you can't believe it's happened to you. Accept it as the new normal. Drink it in, savor it, sure. Let it put an extra spring in your step all the time. Never, ever forget that pleasuring Tiger's cock is the most important thing you can do."
Brenda interrupted, "I won't! I can't! How can I? Before, I thought sex was just sex. Sure, sex could be fun, but it was just another part of life, like watching a good movie or eating an excellent meal. But it's so much MORE! I mean, when I have his cock in my hands, or my mouth, or my cleavage, I feel so good, so satisfied, so fulfilled, that I almost want to cry!"
Susan gave Brenda a supportive hug. "I know. Me too." She stepped back. "Look at our bodies. These are uncommon bodies. We're his personal cocksuckers. His sex toys. We're fuck pets. Sex slaves, even! Whatever you want to call it, the point is, we obviously were born and bred for sex!"
Brenda asked shyly, "Do you think... well... I know it's presumptuous of me, but do you think any of those terms could officially apply to me?"
Susan considered that carefully. She knew that Suzanne still wanted to bring Brenda along slowly. So she said, "Keep in mind that most of those terms are just things us ladies call ourselves. Tiger generally doesn't approve."
Brenda pointed out, "But doesn't he let Katherine call herself his fuck toy?"
"That's true. It's complicated. I guess sometimes he approves and other times he doesn't, depending on his mood and especially on how aroused he is. We need to be patient about that. Remember, these are uncharted waters for him. He needs time to adjust to the fact that he has a harem of women dedicated to serving him sexually."
Brenda nodded.
Susan continued, "The one title there that's more or less official is 'personal cocksucker.' He doesn't complain when we use it around him, which means he's accepted it as a fact of life. If it were up to me, I'd say you earned that title last night. But then again, I'm not the man of the house with a thick horse cock. You need to ask him. Next time he's splattered his load all over your face and you're cleaning his crotch, ask him then. He'll be in a particularly receptive mood, I'm sure."
Brenda nodded again. Her heart was beating fast as she contemplated doing just that.
She still didn't know how many other personal cocksuckers Alan had, though she rightly assumed Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy all qualified. She briefly considered asking Susan, but she didn't, because deep down she didn't really want to know. She preferred imagining that it was a large number, maybe ten or so.
Susan resumed, "Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. I was saying that we're obviously born and bred for sex. And just as obviously, these special bodies are meant for special men. Like Alan. I haven't figured it all out yet, but somehow it's all part of God's plan."
Brenda nodded at that too, since she was in complete agreement.
Susan continued, "So, naturally, when you or I do the regular things in life, like washing the dishes or going to the D.M.V., that's a waste of our bodies. But when we're doing something like sucking off our man, it clicks! THIS is what we're made for. That's why it feels so right to you, because it IS so right. But don't jump up and down like you somehow lucked into it and can't believe it. Be cool. Act like you deserve it, because you do deserve it."
Brenda suddenly embraced Susan, holding her tightly. She sighed heavily, but from relief, not sadness. Finally she said, "That was beautiful. Thank you. I want to talk to you a lot more today, about the tamed life, but that'll hold me for a while."
Susan smiled and playfully kissed her friend's nose. "Good!" She let go and stepped back. "But I have another suggestion. Remember, the life of a sex pet is not a walk in the park. If we're not busy serving Tiger and his insatiable cock, then it's good to be preparing, bettering ourselves. And I have just the thing."
Brenda cocked her head, looking curious.
"Katherine printed out a big stack of erotic stories for me that she found on the Internet. They're so hot! And informative. I was thinking we could read them to each other."
"Okay," Brenda said agreeably enough. She was no stranger to pornography, especially since she hadn't even had sex with her husband for the last three years. "That sounds like fun. What kind of stories are they, exactly?"
Susan pulled away and walked to her bed. She opened a drawer in her end table and held up a large stack of papers. "Look how many!" she pointed out. "Angel's been collecting them for YEARS! Which is interesting, because they're ALL incest stories! Specifically, mother-son stories." She sat down on her bed.
Brenda sat down next to her and took a closer look at the stack. "She's into mother-son stories? I would think she's more into the brother-sister kind."
"I asked her about that, actually. Turns out she's got an even BIGGER stack of those! Although I should point out, most of these stories involve sisters too. The focus is on well-hung sons and big-titted mommies. But the sons are so studly that they often end up fucking their sisters, aunts, cousins, and pretty much any other beautiful women who happen to be around. Does that sound like anyone else we know?" She giggled gleefully.
Brenda giggled too.
Susan continued, "I'm so FASCINATED by these stories! Not only are they EXTREMELY arousing, but they're pretty much a primer on how big-titted mommies like you and I should behave. I'm learning SO MUCH! It turns out the entire world is filled with naturally dominant sons and submissive mothers who are inevitably very beautiful and busty, and natural incestuous sex toy types! It's so exciting to know I'm part of a secret movement!"
Brenda looked at Susan and said dryly, "You do realize than 99.9% of these stories are fictional, don't you?"
"Are they?" Susan was surprised. But she quickly recovered. "Maybe they are, maybe they're not. How can you say for sure? Look at Tiger, and you, and me, for starters. Maybe this kind of thing goes on behind closed doors more than you'd expect. After all, it is the ultimate."
Brenda couldn't deny any of that, although she had big doubts. "The 'ultimate' what, exactly?"
"I mean, if you're a beautiful, stacked mother, is there anything in life more thrilling to your own son? It's the ultimate taboo!"
Brenda felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought of her own son Adrian. She knew he could never be a dominating master type like Alan, and besides, she had already committed herself to Alan. But still, the thrill of incest with the son that she loved dearly had a powerful appeal to her.
Susan failed to notice Brenda's shiver, so she continued, "But don't just listen to silly ol' me, let's read the stories and learn."
She went through her stack of papers and came up with one story that was neatly stapled together. "This looks like a really good one. Angel even marked it with a star. It's called 'Built for One Thing,' by G. H. Lawrence. Come on, let's get comfy in the middle of the bed. I'll go get us some drinks and vibrators so we can enjoy it that much more. Don't be afraid to cum to your heart's content because I'll be changing the sheets when we're done anyway."
Susan soon returned with a bottle of Riesling white wine and glasses on a bed tray, and two egg sized vibrators (she didn't want to be tempted to put any of the penis-sized ones in her pussy).
Brenda was already lying on the bed, skimming the story.
Susan asked, "So do you want to do the reading first, or should I?"
"Can I? I'm already familiar with this one, and I can skip or summarize some of the less arousing parts."
"You ARE?! But how?!"
Brenda laughed. "Stories like this are on the Internet for anyone to see."
"Well, I know that, but..." Susan chuckled. "Sorry, forgive me. To be honest, I didn't even know stories like this existed until very recently. I've been very sheltered. I'm still getting used to the idea that not only are they out there, but lots of people read them."
Brenda said, "I have a hard time relating to that, because I've been reading these stories for years and years. My husband was ignoring me more and more, and I had a high sex drive and didn't want to cheat, so this was the natural answer."
Susan sighed sadly. "I know all too well about husbands ignoring their sexual duties, but let's not go there. Please, start reading!" She had already found her place lying against the headboard and pillows right next to Brenda.
Brenda began, "'I had wanted to fuck my gorgeous mother since the moment I learned what fucking was all about. Then, one summer night in high school, I finally got my wish.'"
Susan said, "Stop! Stop right there. That says so much right there. Since you know the story already, is she busty?"
"Oh yes. Very. She's got absolutely humongous knockers. Plus, she's generally gorgeous from head to toe. And he's handsome and extremely well-hung."
Susan was delighted. "You see? It's all so perfect! He's in high school, and everything. It's like I'm reading about Tiger and me! Oh! Can I ask you a favor? Whoever the mother is, can you try to call her 'Susan' or 'Mommy?' And the son - can you call him 'Alan' or 'Tiger?'"
Brenda chuckled. "Sure. I wonder why you like those names, out of all the possible names in the world." She rolled her eyes, but it was all in good fun.
Susan just smiled from ear to ear.
Brenda smiled too. Even though she already knew the story fairly well, she knew she'd have a great time reading it, because Susan was so excited, horny, and happy, she couldn't help but get excited too. Plus, she was seeing such things with new eyes, now that she'd mentally committed herself to serving Alan.
Brenda looked back at the text. "I'm going to read this with one hand, if you know what I mean." She smiled a little sheepishly as she started fingering her clit. "Anyway, let's continue. 'At a very young age, I had become aware of my mother Susan's ravishing looks..."
About an hour later, Suzanne let herself into the Plummer house. Keeping all her clothes on, at least for now, she went to go find what Susan and Brenda were up to.
It didn't take long for her to find out they were in Susan's bedroom, since they were moaning and panting quite loudly, and the door wasn't closed all the way.
Suzanne didn't want to disturb them if they were in the middle of something good, so she crept up quietly and then peered through the gap in the door.
Brenda and Susan were lying side by side. They were both naked, sweaty, and busy fingering their own pussies.
Susan had her eyes closed, appearing to be off in some other world.
Brenda had some papers in her hand, and she was reading: "'Oh, God, Alan, get your pants down, Tiger. Holy Christ, get your pants down so I can start sucking your dick.'"
Susan cut in. "Yes, Tiger, hurry! Mommy wants you to fuck her mouth!"
Brenda seemed to be used to interruptions like that, because she took it in stride, and continued, "'Her panic was contagious. I unzipped my fly, lifted my hips, and tore my jeans and shorts down onto my thighs. My cock sprang out and stood straight up, bigger than I have ever seen it-'"
Susan cried out, "Oh GOD! It's so BIG!"
Brenda closed her eyes and sighed happily. "Yes, it is. So big and tasty! I love the difficulty of stretching my lips around it. That reminds me... Mistress Susan, remember last night, when we were licking it together?"
"MMMM! Do I ever! We were a great team, lapping and slurping and slathering our tongues all over his great big super fat COCK! MMMM! Remember how everyone else wanted to get back to the dancing, but he kept stalling for time, so he could revel in what we were doing?"
"Aaaah, yeah!" Brenda purred. "He's so clever. How can women like us ever resist a clever boy like that?"
"We can't! We have no chance. All we can do is SERVE! But please, continue the story! I'm about to cum again!"
Brenda opened her eyes and tried to find her previous spot on the page. "Listen to this: 'I felt the warm leather seat under my ass. I looked at her with a nasty sneer of pride.' The story Alan is just like the real Alan. He's utterly dominating his busty mommy! He's showing no mercy! He's turning her into his personal sex pet!"
"I know! SO HOT! Please continue!"
"'"Oooh, Alan," she said, gaping at his huge dick. Then she leaned across the seats toward it, her great big tits hanging down against each other. "Suck it," I said.'"
Susan's mouth went wide and made a perfect 'O' shape, In her mind, she was ready to engulf his thickness.
Brenda continued, "'Her mouth engulfed my rigid dick before I even got those words out. She stretched her jaw open and slid her full lips down the top half of it, and the car filled with slurping and smacking noises.'"
Susan cried out, "MMMM! Gonna cum! Again!"
Brenda cried back, as she peeked at the contents on the next page, "Wait! Not yet! It gets even better! She's gonna deep throat him, and then he's gonna fuck her HOT CUNT!"
Susan yelled, "Oh God! Too hot! Too hot! I can't take it!" Her fingers were madly pumping in and out of her tight slit.
Suzanne smiled widely. This is just too precious! To think that I worried they might be doing something non-sexual. Brenda definitely has things well in hand. I'd better go before I get sucked into the story and start cumming just as much as them. I've got things to do.
She quietly backed away, and then walked downstairs and out of the house.
