Another Tricky Day: Part 1

Part 33: Another Tricky Day

Chapter 1: (Day 53: Thursday, November 7)

Thursday was a disappointing come-down for Alan in nearly every way when compared to the prior couple of days. Not only was he physically exhausted and hung over, but his penis felt sore and exhausted too.

Susan allowed him to sleep through the nine-minute snooze delay on his alarm clock, and then did so again. She understood how tired he was. But when he didn't get up after the second extension, she became disturbed and went upstairs to check on him. She'd been guessing that he was still in bed because he hadn't come downstairs at the usual time. She entered his bedroom to confirm that he was still in bed, and was unsurprised to find that he was.

She stood in the middle of his room trying to decide what to do. Tiger needs his sleep. Between his tennis tournament and the difficulty of cumming so many times a day, the poor boy must be at the end of his rope! But on the other hand, he's already awake. One doesn't really get any extra rest with the snooze alarm. And if I let him keep hitting the snooze button, he's going to run out of time before long. Not only does he need to eat breakfast, shower, and do all the usual things, but if he doesn't cum at least once before school he's not going to make his daily average!

She started to undress. Furthermore, it's difficult with Angel downstairs during breakfast. How can I help out my terribly cum-filled boy when she's underfoot? But here, in his room, I can help him wake up AND help him with his problem, all in total privacy. It's not that I crave his delicious cum and the feel of his thick, powerful cock filling my mouth; it's just what I have to do to be a truly helpful mommy!

Once she was naked from head to toe, she opened the curtains of his room to let in the light, then pulled all the sheets off of him. Even though he was awake, sort of, he was in denial. He had assumed she was just trying to get him to wake up in the ways she had used in the past. He put a pillow over his eyes in a losing battle to avoid coming fully awake.

She carefully got up on the bed and crawled between his legs.

He jerked in shock when he felt her hands rest on his thighs as she settled into position. Seconds later, he felt her lips engulfing his cockhead, and then the blissful feeling of having it in her warm, wet mouth.

He thought, HOLY SHIT! Here we go again! Mom's waking me up with a blowjob?! Again?! No way! He could tell right away that it was Susan and not Katherine, due to her tell-tale corkscrew motions. He recalled fondly the morning before last, when she'd woken him up with her "cock-hungry alarm clock." He smiled from ear to ear as waves of pleasure washed through his body.

Susan's plan was to gently ease him into full consciousness by going slow and easy on him at first. Plus, if she did it that way, she'd be able to get in more minutes of cocksucking joy. So she did restrain herself at first.

Nonetheless, even her restrained style was a real eye opener - literally. He moved the pillow aside, opened his eyes, and raised his head to look down at her. He grunted with approval, then brought a hand down to the top of her head.

He muttered, "Mmmm, what's this? Feels good! Soft and feminine. In fact, it feels a lot like my cock-hungry alarm clock. Could it be my sexy, beautiful mother, showing her love for me again?"

Susan smiled broadly at that. Or she would have if her mouth wasn't crammed full of cock. Yet somehow Alan could feel her smiling just the same. She thought, It is! Son, it is! Mmmm! I love you so much, and I love showing it with my mouth. What a beautiful world our Good Lord created, enabling me to show my love in such a mutually pleasurable way. Not only that, but I get rewarded with a big, creamy, spermy prize at the end!

She sucked while holding him tightly with her relentlessly-sliding lips. Her intention to go slow and easy had been forgotten as her lust and enthusiasm took over. Anyway, the act of sucking is very pleasurable in and of itself. I feel so naughty every time. I'm a respectable Christian woman, and a married one at that! But time after time I find myself breathing through my nose because I can't keep my son's cock out of my mouth! I love how THICK it is, yet there's still room to tickle his sweet spot with my tongue!

She was already doing that, so she carried on a mental conversation with him. Do you like that, Son? Does it feel good? I hear you groaning in ecstasy, so it must! Or maybe it's the way my fingers are pumping up and down the rest of your shaft. I can never get enough of that. It's like a blowjob AND a handjob at once! MMMM! So good! Or maybe it's my lips. Tiger, am I sucking tightly enough, or taking it deep enough? If I go any deeper I'm gonna **** and gag. But that sounds so naughty and sexy. That's another favorite thing of mine. In fact, I think I'll do that now!

Sure enough, she took him in another inch, enough to stimulate her gag reflex. That made her **** and sputter a little. But she enjoyed the sensation, and especially how she viewed it. Mmmm! When I do that, I feel like I'm in danger. Like his cock is so thick, powerful, and relentless that it might hurt me! There's only one escape, and that's to serve and pleasure this tower of cock-meat and get it to shoot its yummy load! But that's only a temporary victory, because soon it will get stiff and strong again. That means that I can never really win. It's like I'm enslaved to this cock, **** to suck it over and over forever!

That prospect might have daunted most women, but to her it sounded like eternal bliss.

Alan's real alarm clock rang again, but this time he hit the off button, because he didn't have to worry about struggling to wake and rise anymore. His entire body was now fully energized, thanks to his mother's oral loving.

Both he and Susan lost track of time and the need to get up and prepare for school. Their mutual fun seemed never-ending. He liked to run his fingers through as much of her hair as he could reach, making her purr with contentment.

Eventually, there was a knock on the door.

Susan froze in alarm. But then she relaxed a bit when she realized there was only one person it could be.

Alan had come to the same conclusion. He asked, "Yeah? Sis?"

Sure enough, it was Katherine. She boldly opened his door and stepped into his room. She was already dressed for school. She folded her arms under her big rack and made a face. "I should have figured. Mom, save some of that for the rest of us, okay?"

Susan was extremely embarrassed. She didn't move or pull her lips off Alan's cock, but she almost stopped moving, with just a little bit of tongue action inside her mouth. Why does this keep happening to me?! It seems someone is always walking in or watching. Is there nowhere I can suck some son-cock in peace?!

Katherine continued, "And Big 'Big Gulp' Brother, you've gotta watch out! You're running late. I've been whipping up a special breakfast for us all, since certain big-titted mommies who shall remain nameless seem to be highly distracted..." She coughed in an obvious manner. "But even so, if you want to shower and eat, you'd better get your cute butt moving!"

He looked to Katherine and gave her a playful salute. "Thank you, kind sister. Message received. I'm getting up."

"Good. I've gotta run, before the French toast burns." Katherine closed the door and headed back downstairs.

He looked down at his mother and wondered what to do. As soon as Katherine left, Susan resumed her sucking. What she was doing to him felt so divine that it was hard for him to get out of bed. Being late for school didn't seem like a bad option at all.

But his mother understood the importance of a good education, and she didn't want him to start slacking. After another minute, she realized that since it seemed he wasn't going to make an effort to get up, she'd have to. She pulled her lips off his hot pole and sat up between his legs. "Good morning, Son! Rise and shine!"

He chuckled at that, and the fact that those were her first words to him this morning, despite the fact they'd been in bed together for over twenty minutes. "Best. Alarm clock. Ever!"

She grinned impishly while wiping cum and saliva off her chin. She rose up on her knees, striking a sexy pose. "But now, we've got a problem. You've gotta get moving, but after all I just did, it would be a shame if you couldn't cum. And I know just the solution. Come with me!" She abruptly got off his bed and walked out of his room, leaving her clothes on the floor.

He got up to find out where she was going and what she had planned. He noticed her nightie from last night still on his floor too, and that brought back great memories of what they'd done then.

When he walked naked into the hall, he saw the bathroom door on the other side was wide open, so he went in there. To his pleasant surprise, even though Susan had gotten there before him by only a minute, she was already standing in the shower, with water pouring over her body. He realized she wasn't actually getting clean with a shower, since she'd undoubtedly had one earlier in the morning; she was striking another sexy pose for him!

She had one leg up on the edge of the bathtub and she was rubbing suds onto her midriff. Her hair was still dry, but her body was wet and sudsy. She was without her usual glasses, earrings, and lipstick, and she'd removed her usual nail polish before bathing. Even so, she looked even more alluring than usual to her son's eyes.

He exclaimed, "Mom! Oh my GOD! You look so sexy that, that ... I'm speechless! And I think you might look even BETTER without your glasses, even though I'm so used to seeing you with them. You certainly look younger. Good God, you look young enough to be Kat's twin sister!"

She'd been looking slightly anxious, worried that she might be behaving too "wantonly"; her prudish tendencies continued to linger. His compliments caused her to smile from ear to ear. She pretended to chide him. "Son, you'd better watch out! If you continue with that sort of language, you just might find your cock sliding halfway down my throat in another minute!" She playfully wagged her finger at him.

He clutched at his head and pretended to frown, or at least tried to. However, there was no way that he could stop smiling. "Oh no! Woe is me!" Dropping the pretense, he enthused, "Mom, I love you so very much!"

She opened her arms wide for him. "Oh, Son! I love you too!"

He followed her into the shower and wrapped his arms around her. "My cock-hungry alarm clock takes showers too? You really ARE the best alarm clock ever!" He didn't give her a chance to reply, since he kissed her lips with lots of tongue.

Her hands went to his crotch, and she resumed stroking his still stiff cock while he fondled her ass cheeks. But getting ready for school was on her mind. She grabbed the soap and broke the kiss. "Now, Tiger, this can't be all fun and games. Let's get you clean while we're at it, okay?"

For the next several minutes, he was the one who shampooed his hair and soaped up his body while she mostly just played with his erection and cooed sweet nothings in his ears. She wanted to suck him some more, but she had to content herself with a handjob due to the foul tasting soap and shampoo running down his body.

But once he was reasonably clean, she took the shower hose from him and washed his privates thoroughly clean of the soap. Then she dropped to her knees and trapped his boner in her cleavage. She looked up to his face and said, "Now, Tiger, we know about your incredible stamina, but this isn't the time for that. Just give in soon, okay? Make your big-titted mommy VERY happy! Give me your cum!"

With that, she craned her neck down and licked the tip of his cockhead while starting a vigorous titfuck.

It was true that his growing stamina skills were due to effort and mental attitude. If he fought the urge to cum, especially with his PC muscle squeezing technique, he could last a long time. If he didn't, he was likely to cum fairly quickly. So, after a few minutes of out of this world titfucking euphoria, he let himself go. He announced, "I'm gonna cum! Get ready!"

Susan had been sucking on a good portion of his cockhead, on top of her titfucking effort. But she pulled away and sat back. "Hit me, Son! Hit me with your cum blast!"

He held his hard-on and proceeded to "paint" her thoroughly with his cum. He aimed at her face at first, but she had a good idea how long his orgasms lasted, and halfway through she hefted her massive tits up and inspired him to finish "painting" here there,

Both of them were thoroughly satisfied and sexually satiated, even though Susan didn't have an orgasm of her own. However, they were both disappointed when she took the shower hose and washed her face and tits clean. As she did so, she said, "I'm not happy about this, but there's not enough time today. I don't trust Angel cooking the breakfast." (Actually, Katherine was a perfectly good cook, but Susan was a bit of a control freak about cooking all the family meals.)

So Alan and Susan dressed and went downstairs. The rest of his time before school proceeded without incident, almost exactly like it used to before his six-times-a-day diagnosis. Susan was in hurry-up mode, so she was all business, with no flirting allowed.

Still, Alan could only wonder at how great his life had become. One the way to school, he thought, I was able to sleep in a little bit AND I had all kinds of awesome sexual fun with Mom! Plus yummy French toast. Talk about an ideal morning! School today is going to be extra trying, with the tennis tournament and all, but I'm going to have an extra spring in my step all day long, thanks to my super sexy mom!

Chapter 2

When Suzanne came over for their daily workout in the basement, Susan had a lot to say to her. Suzanne gave Susan a friendly kiss and an even friendlier hug in greeting. This was becoming part of their daily tradition now that Susan's sexual mores had changed so drastically.

While they were still hugging, Suzanne asked, "So ... did you help your Tiger out this morning?"

Susan smiled widely. "I did! It started out in his bed. I feasted on his thick pole for twenty minutes at the very least. But time was running short, so I finished him off with a titfuck in the shower."

"Good for you! I must say you're really rising to the challenge of helping him out and proving what a great mother you are."

Susan bashfully looked down where their big tits were pressing together, "Ah, it's no big deal." She was embarrassed, because she knew that she wasn't being selfless at all, since she loved helping him so very much.

Suzanne asked, "What did you think about last night?"

Susan finally disengaged and took a few steps back to contemplate that. "Last night? Good, but also bad." She suddenly twirled around to face her best friend. "I want you to promise me one thing: Brenda can only come to this house during our Wednesday night card games. That's IT! Agreed?"

Suzanne didn't like that at all, so she said, "Well, generally speaking, that sounds doable in theory, yes. But never say never. For instance, what if we have a special party for our Sweetie, and he wants all of his beautiful busty women there to take turns servicing him?"

Susan considered that. "Well ... fair enough." Her eyes went glassy as she imagined a bevy of naked women all gathered around Alan's crotch, taking turns to suck him off. My goodness! I know that's wrong, but it seems so right!

"Or what if we have a blowjob contest, or a titfuck contest? Shouldn't she be a part of that too?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously." Then she grew determined again. "But that's it! Only a couple of times a week, as a special guest. Definitely not every day, I don't want her underfoot all the time, because if last night is any indication, it's just a matter of time before she's fully devoted to serving Tiger's cock."

Suzanne shrugged. She couldn't really deny that, not after last night. It might take time, but she knew Brenda's sexually submissive nature predisposed her to fall under Alan's spell. "Maybe so. I promise I'll help make sure she doesn't come here too often, as long as that's what you really want." She deliberately left some wiggle room.

Susan huffed, but wasn't about to make a huge issue over it when her best friend was willing to go along so easily.

Quickly diverting Susan's attention, Suzanne added, "But I don't think you have to worry about Brenda's breasts, if that's what's bothering you. Sure, they're really big, and perfectly formed, and the rest of her body is nearly as impressive. But there's no way she can even BEGIN to compete with you. No way!"

"Why not?" Susan needed reassurance.

"Because you're his MOTHER, and you're absolutely gorgeous! And incredibly stacked too, I should add. I mean, seriously. If your breasts were any larger, they would probably be too big. They fit your body perfectly."

Susan looked down at her ample rack uncertainly. "You think?"

"I know it. More importantly, Tiger's love for you knows no end, and he still barely knows her at all. Heck, I'm not even sure if he knows her last name. It would take YEARS for her to even hope to develop the kind of bond you have with him. By the way, what did you two do when you walked upstairs last night?" She winked knowingly. "I'll bet there was a whole lot of 'tucking in.'"

Susan smiled from ear to ear, putting aside for the moment her worries about Brenda. "There was. Oh boy, there was! It was so great, and it went on such a wonderfully long time - endless spermy joy! Where do I begin?"

Suzanne put her hand on Susan's back and started guiding her to the stairs leading down to the basement and all the exercise equipment. "Begin at the beginning, of course. Tell me aaaaaall about it."

As the two of them worked out, they discussed the tuck-in and the rest of the previous night's exciting events. Suzanne was subtle about it, but she made sure that Susan understood that Brenda now knew even more of their sexual secrets, so there could be no turning back with her. She was going to play a big part in their lives, probably for a very long time to come.

Back in her mansion, Brenda was also thinking seriously about what had happened at the poker party, but she didn't have a close confidante to share every secret with the way Susan did with Suzanne.

At first, Brenda tried going on with her day in her usual manner, acting as if nothing had changed. But she couldn't deny to herself that something profoundly important had happened that had shaken up her life as much as the previous poker party. She desperately needed to talk to someone about it,

The more she thought about it, the more she decided there was only one person she could talk to: Suzanne. She considered Susan, but she was drawn to Suzanne's natural authority. Susan could empathize, but Suzanne could get things done.

By noon, Brenda's desire to talk to Suzanne had overcome her worries about being too pushy right after the party, so she gave Suzanne a call. She was greatly relieved when Suzanne suggested that she come to the Pestridge house right away.

Brenda hurried right over.

Suzanne showed her in and gave her a very loose, brief hug. "Welcome. So, what's up?"

Brenda replied, "I just can't get last night out of my head! It's as if that's the reality and everything else is an illusion. Everything that happened was so intense! The rest of the world just seems 'blah' by comparison. For some reason, even seeing you fully dressed seems ... off."

Suzanne smiled. "I know what you mean. But don't worry, there's a fix for that. Hold on; I'll be back in a jiff'."

Brenda sat down in the living room and waited while Suzanne hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. She came back surprisingly quickly wearing just a green bikini. (It was so quick because she'd actually been wearing it under her clothes when Brenda arrived, in anticipation of such a need.)

She walked up to Brenda with a grin and asked, "Is that better?" She chuckled while striking a sexy pose with her hands behind her head.

Brenda didn't know what to say. Just seeing Suzanne nearly naked brought back powerful memories from the previous night, which started to make her horny.

Suzanne said, "I've got a nice pool outside, and a hot tub too. Plus, it's another beautiful day in Southern California. Let's talk out there. Which one would you prefer: the pool or the hot tub?"

Brenda pointed out, "I can't! I don't have a bikini of my own."

"Oh, but you do." Suzanne walked out of the room and then immediately returned with her hands behind her back. She revealed that she was holding a bikini. "Here. Try this on for size."

"But it'll never fit! I'm shorter than you. And, I'm ... uh..."

"More endowed. I know. But not by THAT much. These things can stretch quite a lot. This'll fit without a problem. Trust me. There's a bathroom down the hall to change in. Meanwhile, I'll be in the kitchen preparing us some drinks."

Chapter 3

A couple of minutes later, Suzanne and Brenda were sitting in the hot tub. The heater was not activated, because the two women didn't want to get warmer during the middle of an already warm day; they just wanted a convenient place to sit and talk.

Suzanne took a sip of wine and then started things off. "So, Brenda, what's on your mind?"

Brenda's face looked troubled. "Where to begin?! I don't even know what I want to say or ask. I just need someone to talk to. Wait, I know what I want to ask: what the hell happened?!"

Suzanne chuckled. "I know what you mean. Welcome to my world. Last night must have been like some kind of sexual LSD trip for you, but that's par for the course around here."

"You're kidding me!"

"Not really. True, last night was particularly interesting and exciting, in part because we had a guest: you. But we have great fun every single day. That's why your eyes were bugged out and the rest of us were pretty much taking things in stride."

Brenda's eyes were bugged out just from hearing that. "Jeeeesus! ... To live like that every single day ... Jesus H. Christ!"

"I know." Suzanne smiled tolerantly. "But if you come to some more parties next door, you'll start to adjust too. And trust me: when you're not in a panicky mode, the sexy fun is even sexier, and even more fun!"

Brenda shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know if I should go to any more parties like that. To be honest..."

The pause went on for so long that Suzanne asked, "What?"

"Well ... It scares me."

"SCARES you? Why on Earth?!" Suzanne acted like that was an absurd notion.

"Look at what happened! I totally lost control! I completely humiliated myself!"

Suzanne grinned knowingly. "And wasn't it great?"

"What?!"

Suzanne decided it was time to overtly confront Brenda's submissive nature. "You heard me. Brenda, there are different types of people in this world. Some people are meant to humiliate and some are meant to be humiliated."

Brenda grew tense and defensive. "What do you mean?"

"I mean just that. You've heard of alpha males, right?"

Brenda nodded reluctantly, as if she was only vaguely aware of the concept.

"Well, Alan is an alpha male. I'll bet even he didn't know that until recently, and maybe he still doesn't admit it to himself. He's actually a very take-it-easy kind of guy most of the time, so maybe it's not so cut and dried about him being an alpha male all the time. But when it comes to sex, there's something about him that just makes women want to obey."

Brenda gasped.

Suzanne nodded. "Yes. With him, it's a subtle thing. I don't think even he knows his own power. There's a certain look in his eye, a kind of quiet confidence. You could feel it last night, couldn't you? Not to mention the other times you've seen him. For instance, at last week's card game too?"

Brenda gulped and nodded.

"Somehow, something creates a desire within you, almost a need, to obey him. And especially to satisfy him sexually." Suzanne was deliberately hyping him to Brenda, but her hype was necessarily based on a core truth.

Brenda knew exactly the look from Alan that Suzanne was talking about, and just thinking about it made her pussy tingle. But she protested hotly, "I don't know what you mean!"

"I think you do. Some people are sexually dominant. Others are sexually submissive. Alan is naturally dominant. Whereas you're naturally sexually submissive."

"I AM NOT!" But even as Brenda defiantly made that claim, she could feel her body heating up with lust from thinking about submission to Alan.

Suzanne said authoritatively, "You are. That's why you're so eager to talk to me. That's why you're so shaken up about last night. It wasn't just the **** and general weirdness that has you rattled to your core. I'm a good judge of character, and here's what I think. I think that you've been lying to yourself and to the world all your life. You've been trying to pretend that you're not sexually submissive - that you're a quote 'normal' unquote, take-charge person. But that's a lie! And on some level you knew it, because you've been craving to submit to a dominant man."

Brenda had her eyes closed and she was forcefully shaking her head back and forth. She was regretting wearing Suzanne's skimpy bikini, because it made her feel naked, both emotionally and physically. She felt as if she had nowhere to hide, and no way to lie.

Suzanne continued relentlessly, "That's why you've been attracted to a certain kind of pornography for years now. The kind where the woman is helpless, humiliated, and **** to OBEY!"

Brenda's eyes opened wide, very wide, as she stared at Suzanne in total disbelief. "How could you know that?! How could anyone know that?! Nobody knows what kind of pornography I read late at night. Are you some kind of mind reader?!"

Suzanne smiled, but on the inside she was dying to proclaim her triumph. She admitted, "Actually, that was just an educated guess. An accurate guess, it turns out, since you just confirmed it."

Brenda's mouth opened as she started to deny everything, then realized that it was hopeless. She tried to slump deeper into the water, causing her huge globes to bob on the surface.

Suzanne said, "Don't worry; it's okay. Your secret is safe with us. And God knows you know plenty of damning secrets about us too."

Brenda complained, "But ... I don't understand! Okay, so that was a good guess, you say, but it was uncanny! There's no way that could have been just a guess. Have you been spying on me or something? Keeping track of my on-line browsing, maybe?"

Suzanne leaned back and lazily swirled an indolent hand on top of the water. "Hardly. I've just been observing you. But last night, especially, I saw a very sexually submissive woman who's been in complete denial about it. I highly doubt that you turned submissive in just a few hours. That means you've been repressing it for years. The problem is, repressed urges always find a way to come out. The safest way for you to express your submissive side was with pornography. It was simply a high-likelihood guess on my part."

Brenda sat there, stunned. Finally, she said with a distraught face, "I guess it's true. I really do fantasize about being submissive. I've been in denial about it for so long. I've come up with so many excuses to justify why I only read certain kinds of erotic stories and prefer to watch certain kinds of videos ... It's been my secret shame. Even talking about it now with you humiliates me so much!"

"Good!"

"Good?!"

"Yes, good. Imagine that Alan has been standing behind you, listening to us the entire time."

Brenda moved with lightning speed, turning her head and looking all around. But there was no one there.

Suzanne said, "I said 'Imagine.' You know he's really in school right now. So ignore that. Try again. Close your eyes and imagine he's really standing right there behind you."

Brenda closed her eyes and tried, even though she was very on edge. She couldn't believe how outrageously erect her long nipples felt, even by their own unusual standard.

"Here, hand me your bikini top."

"What?! Why?!"

"That'll get you in the properly humiliated and aroused mood."

Brenda reluctantly handed off her bikini top, and then, to her dismay, saw Suzanne place it on the deck behind her, out of reach. Blushing, Brenda sank deeper into the water, trying her best to hide her erect nipples without getting her short hair wet. She shut her eyes tighter in denial of the situation.

Suzanne continued in a tone that was almost soothing despite her scratchy voice. "Imagine him hearing your confession about being submissive, and even hearing about the type of porn you like. Now, imagine a naturally superior alpha male like him hearing that a big-breasted, beautiful woman like you is submissive. How would he react?"

Brenda said with both growing arousal and concern, "Like a wolf! Like a ravenous wolf who's found the secret entrance to the hen house!" She clutched at her rack as if she were topless and Alan was staring at her.

"Exactly. And you're the hen house. He can take advantage and turn you into another one of his personal cocksuckers. Can you imagine that? Can you picture yourself naked and on your knees, serving his great big cock?"

"Y-y-y-yes! I can! Oh God!" Lately, she'd been fantasizing about little else.

"Day after day? Hour after hour? Your whole world becoming nothing but sliding your lips up and down his massive shaft? Forever? Well, at least until he takes a break and spears his fat pole deep into your hot cunt!"

Brenda gasped and clutched her tits tightly, causing large amounts of tit-flesh to spill over her fingers.

"And how does that make you feel?"

"So ... so bad! Disaster! Humiliation! Terror! Terrible! It's my secret shame!"

Suzanne knew that wasn't the whole story. She prodded, "And yet..."

"Oh God! Oh God! It's too hot! It's so fucking exciting and arousing I can't stand it!" Brenda opened her eyes. She looked down at her boobs, which were heaving on the surface so much that they were creating significant waves in the hot tub. She was still trying to restrain them with her hands, but with only limited success. Instead, she found herself fondling them in a decidedly sexual manner.

Suzanne concluded, "So now you know how it is. You can deny what you are all you like, but your body doesn't lie. You're burning with lust just thinking about it. Now, imagine that Alan really IS here. Imagine him standing behind you saying, 'Brenda, take your bikini all the way off and kneel in front of me.'"

Brenda had to quickly look behind herself again, just to double-check that Alan wasn't really there. She was surprised to realize that she was both relieved and disappointed that he wasn't.

Suzanne continued, "Now, imagine you pushing your breasts together in the hopes that he'll like that. After all, your primary desire and duty is to please him with your body. At the same time, you scoot closer and open your mouth. You're salivating profusely, because you're about to experience one of the greatest joys, a chance to suck his thick-"

Brenda suddenly cried out, "STOP! STOP!" She put her hands over her ears, just to make her point.

"What?"

Brenda reluctantly dropped her hands, knowing how foolish she looked doing that. Somehow they wound up again cradling the undersides of her heaving orbs. "I'm sorry, but I can't take it! You've made your point. Dammit, you don't even need to turn the heat on for this hot tub, because I'm burning up with so much lust that my body will boil the water without any help!"

Suzanne chuckled. "So you want to cool down some?"

"YES! This is scary! Suzanne, what am I going to do? Maybe I should just leave after talking to you and never come back. Never! Never see Alan again, or any of the rest of you!"

"And would that make you happy?"

"NO! I'd be miserable! I was never so alive and so happy as I was last night! But at the same time, I CAN'T go down that path! I can't! I can't!"

"Why not?"

"That way madness lies! I would lose all control! Where would it go? Where would it end?! I can't just give in to my desires. What about my son? I have to be responsible for him. And what about my family's livelihood? I could be taken advantage of so easily, if I were to act on my sexual submissiveness."

"Good points," Suzanne said. "There's also the fact that Alan just isn't that interested in you."

Brenda felt like her heart had been crushed by a stomping elephant. "Are, are you sure?" Without thinking about it, she pushed her boobs together, creating a deep line of tanned cleavage. On a subconscious level, she was trying to make herself more alluring for Alan.

"Think about it. He has Susan, Katherine, and me. His mother, his sister, and his de-facto aunt, respectively. Then there's all the others. For instance, the big-titted cheerleaders at school."

Brenda nodded sadly at that. She believed all the hype.

"I don't mean to boast, but even though most people would rate you a ten on the beauty scale, that's where the other three of us who were there last night would be rated as well, AND he's known and loved us his entire life! You're a near total stranger to him. Sure, he's a young, horny guy, and if a beautiful woman like you throws yourself at him, he'll be happy to fuck you every once in a while. But that's a world of difference from the kind of relationship we have with him on a day-to-day basis."

Brenda said sadly, "Stop there for a minute. It's like you're punching me repeatedly in the face. Give me a chance to recover and absorb all this."

"Sure. But actually, that's a good thing."

"No it's not!" Brenda exclaimed emotionally.

Suzanne smiled tolerantly. "Let me explain. You say you don't want to give in to your submissive side. I'm sorry, but that horse has left the stall already, especially after last night. Right now, you are VERY, VERY ****. Your divorce is about to go through, and then you'll be a free agent. Exploring this submissive tendency has been delayed for many years because of your marriages, but repressed feelings have been building up all that time, and now they're reaching near explosive levels."

"And that's good?! How the hell is that good?!"

"Let me finish. I can help you. We can help you. Here's what would have happened had you not run into us. Soon you'll be single and you'll start dating again. The submissive part of you is very frustrated and trying to break loose. You would generally date naturally-dominant men and be unsatisfied with other types. And here's the problem: most guys like that are real assholes. A lot of them are just plain evil. It's the old saying that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Chances are, some guy would take control of you and use that control for his own selfish ends. Your fortune, the well-being of your son, your self-respect, your sanity and maybe even your life - everything you value would be under threat."

Brenda wailed, "That's awful! But you're right! That's exactly the kind of thing that's worried me for so long. That's why I've tried to keep my submissive side under wraps for all this time. Even from my current husband Bob. Hell, especially from him. I've already told you how he gets off on power. He would have taken advantage of me in the worst way if I'd given him even the slightest opening!"

"I understand. But here's the good part: Alan isn't really THAT interested in you. He's got the rest of us to keep him occupied most of the time. He'd have no need or desire to totally control and dominate your life. He's a very kind-hearted guy already, and when he does slip up, he has Susan and me to keep him in line. There's no way he would try to steal your fortune or ruin your relationship with your son or anything else. Even if he wanted to for some bizarre reason, we wouldn't let him. And while we're not as rich as you, we're rich enough; we don't need your money."

That made Brenda feel better. She realized that she was still cupping her bare boobs from below, and even squeezing them with a slight rhythm. She felt foolish about it and finally stopped.

Suzanne continued, "So he can be a means for you to test the waters about this whole sexually submissive business. It's kind of like learning to ride a bike, but with training wheels first. It's hard for me to imagine a better, safer situation for you to experiment with that side of your personality. Additionally, I said that Alan's probably an alpha male, but if he is, he's definitely an unusual type. He's not into cruelty or pain or being mean to anybody. He's the nicest guy you could want. Sure, he loves having us women service him sexually; what warm-blooded horny male wouldn't? But he generally has a happy 'live and let live' attitude that helps keep everyone around him happy too."

She concluded, "You can't deny your submissive nature any longer. Going to some local bar or fancy party and meeting some new guy is as risky for you as Russian roulette. Like I said, your repressed desires have reached explosive levels, but you can get ahead of that by choosing for it to be a controlled explosion. That pent up desire HAS to be released one way or another. The safest, smartest way is to test the waters with Alan. I think what's happening with these poker parties is good. Keep coming to those once a week; that'll help make it even safer. Think of it as a slow burn like a primer cord, instead of a fiery flash burn like an explosive. Each week, after the party, you'll have a full week to think about what happened and where you want to take things next."

Suzanne actually did believe that would be a good strategy for Brenda, but she had other motives as well. For one thing, she was mindful of Susan's jealousy and her plea to only have Brenda at the house occasionally as a guest. Now that Brenda knew virtually all the Plummer household's sexual secrets, including the ****, there was no going back. She had to be brought into the group in some manner because it was too dangerous to leave her on the loose.

However, like Susan, Suzanne didn't want to bring Brenda in too fully. She liked how things were, fully sharing Alan with Susan and Katherine, both of whom she also loved very much. On the other hand, she figured that Brenda would be fun as an occasional change of pace. But just like Susan (and, undoubtedly, Katherine), she wanted to make sure that Brenda wouldn't be around too frequently, since that would cut into the time the others had alone with Alan.

Brenda considered everything Suzanne had said. "I guess that makes sense. It's strange, because at first it sounds so improbable to me. I'm still getting over the fact that one boy, a typical teenager with no extraordinary looks or size or ability, somehow has his own gang of women constantly tending to his sexual needs. Last night it was crazy, how his penis was constantly stiff and constantly tended! It's like he practically has his own harem!"

She continued, "And not just that, but you're all some of the most beautiful women I've seen in my entire life! That should scare me far away, and yet I'm really falling for his charms. Even before last night, I'd been thinking about him a lot. To be honest, I've been practically obsessed since the last poker party. I don't get it. What's so special about him? How does he command that attention from me? From ANYONE?!"

Suzanne purred, "I think you underestimate him. True, at first glance he seems like a typical kid, but he's got a lot of things going for him. I think one of the most important things is that he radiates genuine love and kindness, and yet there's something about him that makes you want to do what he requests, like I explained before. I'll bet you could look high and low for another dominant man that was as loving, but you wouldn't find one. That's where he really gets you. That's where he gets all of us."

Brenda nodded. She was deep in thought about it all.