Kiss: Part 3

Chapter 7

Over in the Plummer house, Susan and Suzanne began their usual daily morning rituals. After Alan left for school, it didn't take Susan all that long to succumb to the urge to engage in a very busy masturbating session. Admittedly, it was a very new tradition for her, but in recent weeks it had become an extremely consistent and important one to help her get through the seven hours her kids were away at school.

She had whipped herself up to a masturbatory frenzy by the time Suzanne came over. Susan could hear rustling downstairs as Suzanne let herself in, just like she always did.

Shit! Susan cursed. Why now? I was just in the middle of some really good stuff. Tiger and me back on the beach. Except it was an empty tropical island and he said he needed me to make his babies. I was going to have his babies! He was going to fuck me! Really fuck me! It's okay in fantasies, isn't it?

Suzanne needs to give me more masturbation space. I can still practically feel his thick cock sliding into my tight little pussy. Son, bang your mommy good! Drill me deep!

She sighed. I wonder if I just stay up here, would she mind?

But Susan was a good host. Despite her preference to continue what she was doing, she quickly dressed and came downstairs, although she still felt randy and decidedly unsatisfied. Though Suzanne didn't realize it, Susan was practically ready to fuck a duck - she'd gotten all worked up with Alan before school, but Katherine had reaped all the rewards (and all the cum). She unconsciously rubbed her stomach, as she couldn't shake the fantasy of her son getting her pregnant.

Suzanne was dressed up in "outside clothes," meaning she was still wearing a bra and panties. Susan could immediately tell because Suzanne's clothes were so tight and daring that the panty and bra lines showed quite clearly. Susan by contrast had just quickly thrown on the first shirt and skirt she could reach, leaving her obviously braless and pantyless.

Susan stared ravenously at Suzanne, especially since Suzanne's outfit still showed a considerable amount of milky white cleavage, but she tried to play it cool. She thought to herself, What's wrong with me? Am I looking at Suzanne in THAT WAY? Again? This psychiatric appointment can't come soon enough. I keep saying that because it's so true. I just have to hold out until tomorrow. Dear Lord, please give me strength. Keep it cool, Susan. You can't give into any lesbian urges, especially with your best friend. That would be so totally improper!

She went to make some coffee for the two of them, and hoped that doing so would give her time to calm down a bit.

Susan made small talk. "Why are you dressed like that? How are we gonna do our morning exercises and nude sunbathing with you all bundled up in your undies?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to skip all that today," Suzanne answered ruefully. "I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I have some actual business to attend to in L.A."

"Business?" Susan laughed. "Actual business? I've almost totally forgotten about the need to make money, but I guess the world does go on. We're so lucky that we can rely on our husbands' salaries and just have fun all day long. And how do we both repay them? By playing around with my son. I would feel horrible, absolutely horrible, about the cheating, except that my husband has been such a god-awful lousy husband. But technically I'm still married, and that nags at my conscience."

"Me too," Suzanne chimed in. "But I don't let it bother me. If this happened before Eric and I had our ... falling out, that would be a completely different story. But now I don't think about it much, except that it makes playing with Sweetie that much more arousing, knowing that he's completely stolen me from my husband."

Susan giggled like a teenager. "Well, there is that. When I do think about it, it makes me so, well, hot." She looked at the spot on her finger where her wedding ring used to be, and rubbed it. "I'm just glad that I don't love my husband anymore, because I know if I did I'd be doing all of these things with my Tiger anyway. You're right that it's for the best that Ron turned out to be gay, because that helped lead me to my one true love - my son! He's such an irresistible, lovable hunk! Every day I realize more and more how good he is for me. I'm completely alive and in love!"

She added in a more practical tone, "But I guess there is the occasional nonsexual thing we have to do to survive. What takes you to L.A.? And why would you go outside like that?"

What Susan meant was that Suzanne's dress was unusually daring, even for her, for something to wear outside. For Susan, it would still be completely inconceivable since she remained like her old shy self when it came to the outside world. Suzanne wore a low-cut, navy blue, skin-tight tank top. Her matching blue skirt was more like two short flaps of cloth with high cuts going up her hips.

Suzanne bent forward to emphasize her cleavage; her huge breasts threatened to burst her tight top completely open. She could tell that Susan was looking at her with lust in her eyes, and she wanted to encourage that.

She answered flippantly, "Oh, I've got some dead dull business stuff to do. Taxes and that kind of thing. I bore myself to tears just thinking about it. I figure I can help sway those boring bureaucrats if they're too busy looking at my chest to think."

The answer was designed to cut off any further questions, and the ploy was successful. The real reason she dressed so daringly (by outside world standards) was that she wanted to impress Xania when she went to L.A. to make sure everything was set for the faux psychiatric appointment the next day. The two outstandingly beautiful women had very similar physiques, and so they had a long-standing but generally friendly rivalry over who was sexier.

Suzanne thought to herself as she stood back up, How ironic. She thinks I'm taking a day off to do something nonsexual, when in fact this trip, too, is quite intentionally sexual. At least the end goal is, anyway.

Susan fiddled with the coffee machine to avoid further gawking at Suzanne's ostentatious display of cleavage. Her effort not to lust after other women, and specifically Suzanne, was slipping by the hour. For once, she was a bit frustrated she wasn't wearing a bra, because her erect nipples were constantly rubbing against the rough fabric of her shirt, which didn't exactly help her state of mind. She asked, "When will you be back?"

"Oh, I don't know. Dinner time. By the way, speaking of husbands, what do you think you'll do when Ron comes back? Isn't he going to come back for Christmas?"

Susan looked down sadly at her ring-less finger again. "Well, when Ron visited last month, he said it was because he wasn't certain he'd be here for the Holidays. Knock on wood, he may not. I hope and pray. But whenever he comes back, I know there are going to be big changes. I may have to move out and get a job. I can't keep living a lie. If he insists on trying to touch me, I might even have to confess that I have a young lover."

"Oh, come on," Suzanne sniffed dismissively. "He's gay. He'll be glad not to have to touch you, if you don't touch him."

"Perhaps. But who knows? Do I tell him that I know he's gay by then, or do I wait? So many questions, especially relating to divorce. I don't want to think about that right now. I have so many other worries on my mind. For instance..."

Susan was thinking more out loud than anything, but just in time she realized her next thought was about Suzanne. She came to an abrupt stop. She was glad that she was facing away from Suzanne to make the coffee, because her face got very red.

Suzanne looked at her curiously. "What is it? You can tell me. Something about your cutie Tiger, I assume?"

"No, not about him for once. Something else." Susan was so embarrassed that she wanted to run and hide under a rock, but she was only making matters worse with her shy look.

Suzanne raised an eyebrow, staring with intense curiosity. "What?"

"I can't say," Susan said, blushing more and making Suzanne even more curious.

"Ah, come on. I'm your best friend. You can't keep secrets from me. I'll tickle it out of you if you do," she added in a sing-song voice.

That just got Susan even redder, as she imagined Suzanne tickling her, then holding her, then doing very sexual things to her. To make matters worse, the coffee was done, so she had to turn around and give a cup to Suzanne. She did so, but kept her head down and blatantly avoided eye contact.

When she turned, her huge boobs swung around wildly inside her shirt and then kept on wobbling. She thought, Damn you, nipples! Why are you so damn super sensitive all the time? That's fine when Tiger's around, but not now! Not now!

A curious Suzanne suggested, "Talk about it in the abstract. Pretend you're talking about someone else. That makes it easier."

Still blushing and looking away, Susan started, "Okay." She steeled herself with a deep sigh. "I have this friend. Jill. Jill has a problem. She has a daughter and a best friend, and a best friend's daughter. And a most wonderful son. And the thing is, lately they've all started kissing each other. Not just the studly son, but all the women kissing each other too! On the lips, no less."

She sighed again. "And it's great. The problem is, Jill is really, really liking it. Just this morning, she told me, she seriously made out with her own daughter! While they were both naked! I'm worried. Is Jill a lesbian? Is it wrong to feel these things? Is it a sin? Is she taking advantage of her friends and family for her own perverse sexual urges? What would they think? What would God think? What would her best friend think?"

Susan shyly looked up at Suzanne's face to see how Suzanne was taking it, and then quickly looked away. That set her unsupported tits swinging again, and that made her bite her lip.

Suzanne smiled softly, and that made Susan feel a little bit better.

Suzanne thought, Awww. How cute. This is one reason why I love Susan so much. She manages to remain so good and innocent, even while discussing how she has become completely sex-obsessed. She decided to play along. "Tell your friend Jill that I know her best friend. Her name is, uh, Janet. Dammit! Janet fooled around with other women in college and Jill knows that, doesn't she?"

"I guess I do. I mean, uh, I guess she does. She was told that a very long time ago. I think Jill hasn't really been thinking clearly lately, and that totally slipped her mind."

"Well, Janet did fool around. A lot. So that already tells you that Janet doesn't find lesbian relations a problem at all. You know that Janet goes to church sometimes, and she doesn't think that love between women is a sin or immoral at all. Besides, most women are naturally bisexual to some extent or another."

"Really?" Susan was so surprised she briefly made eye contact, but then shyly looked away again.

"Certainly. God made us that way so we'd be more eager to take part in threesomes and moresomes with naturally superior males such as Alan." Suzanne thought that was a load of bull, but she knew Susan would eat it up.

"Well, that makes sense," Susan said. That line of argument definitely hit home for her, since she was a big believer in fate and destiny.

"Sure it does," Suzanne added with a firm nod. "There's nothing wrong with female bisexuality. It's a totally different thing from out-and-out lesbianism, so you don't need to worry about that. What are you going to do when Sweetie wants you to take part in a threesome? Are you going to chicken out?"

"No, of course not. You know that I sucked his cock along with Angel yesterday. I'm okay with things like that, just as long as there's no, you know ... no vaginal penetration."

"Then you might want to practice being more intimate with women, so you can pleasure him that much better. There's nothing wrong or immoral about that. It's about being a better big-titted sex toy mommy for him. Everyone will love that."

"Like this morning," Susan said with relief, gladly seizing on that justification. "Angel and I kissed and fondled each other for a long time, but it doesn't really count as a lesbian thing since we were doing it to get and keep him hard. Right?"

"Exactly! And don't worry about enjoying it; that's all a key part of doing a good job making him happy. The problem is when people hide their urges and bottle them up, and repress them. That's what's wrong." Suzanne twirled her fingers in her dark red hair innocently, aware that doing so would tempt Susan all the more.

"Really? You mean that?" Susan finally looked her friend in the eyes with hope and relief. "So you're not mad at, uh, Jill?"

Suzanne smiled even wider, happy with how the conversation was going and also still amused at the continuing "Janet and Jill" pretense. "No. Janet's not mad at Jill. You already told me, I mean, Jill already told Janet that she had feelings for her. To be honest, Janet finds Jill attractive too. Very, very attractive. Lately she's even been thinking some very horny thoughts about all the things she wants to do with Jill." She upped the scratchy sexiness of her voice while lowering the volume. "Jill is very curvy and sexy and kissable and busty and, well, all-around HOT."

To drive the point home, Suzanne let one of her hands slowly and seductively wander to her own cleavage. She began to gently trace her fingers in the deep, open valley between her voluminous breasts. She was thinking she could be a little late in meeting Xania in L.A.

"Don't say that!" Susan cried out. Her pussy began to pulse with excitement. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs to try and make the feeling go away. She was so aroused, she was convinced she could feel the tips of her nipples pulsing too. She regretted bringing the topic up when she was already so horny, especially since Alan left this morning without giving her her usual morning mouthful of his cum to savor in his absence. But then again, lately it would have been hard to find a time when she wasn't horny.

Suzanne reached out and tenderly touched the top of Susan's hand. "But it's true. Janet loves Jill very much. And there are many ways to express that love. Physical ways, even. Now, if it was just the two of them, one might call that lesbianism. But if they're both big-titted sluts for a certain studly teenage boy, then it's okay. They can get intimate with each other to help him cum six times a day ... or even more if he needs to. Even when he's not around, it's probably good if they practice."

Susan felt her knees begin to buckle. She had to grab hold of the counter to support herself. She felt glad there was a counter between her and Suzanne or she wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation to rush into her friend's arms. "Oh no! Oh dear. I don't know what's worse. If you agreed with what I said or if you disagreed. Either way is so scary." Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and surprise.

She asked in a very shy and frightened voice, "What if I want to kiss you for me, just because I love you, and not for Tiger or to help him out?"

Suzanne reached to the counter edge where Susan's hands had withdrawn, and held Susan's hands in hers. She looked intensely into her best friend's eyes. "Susan. I love you. I'd love you no matter what you do. We've been friends too long to stop now. If you wanted to make love to a goat, I'd even support you in that. Wait. Let me take that back. I'd think you'd have to be fuckin' nuts to want to do that and find a way to get you to stop, but we'd still be friends. No matter what. Right?"

Tears rolled down Susan's cheeks as she was overcome by the love that radiated from Suzanne. She rushed around the counter and threw herself into Suzanne's arms. They hugged each other tightly. "Suzanne! I love you so much! You're closer than a sister. Jill is so lucky to have Janet as a friend."

Suzanne felt her heart soar with love. "Janet's just as lucky to know Jill. You're just about the best thing that ever happened to me all these long, lonely years before Alan's 'problem', not counting having Brad and Amy."

They held each other in an emotional embrace for several minutes.

Susan had her head nuzzled into Suzanne's neck. Finally she looked up into Suzanne's eyes, and said, "So you don't think I'm a freak if I have these ... lesbian urges?"

"Here's what I think about that." Suzanne grabbed Susan by the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. This wasn't the first time they'd kissed that way, but their previous times, as great as they were, paled in comparison to the intensity of this kiss. Susan had opened her mouth to gasp, making it easy for Suzanne's tongue to penetrate.

The kiss went on for many minutes as their tongues delightfully battled each other. They were left gasping for air. The coffee was long forgotten, and the "Jill and Janet" pretense was as well.

"Wow," Susan exclaimed as they finally broke away. She kidded, "I take it that means you're okay with it."

"You might say that," Suzanne replied wryly. "I think we need to resume our hello and goodbye kiss greetings, don't you?"

"Yeah!" Susan laughed. They stared happily into each others' eyes.

Then Susan spoke out loud more to herself than to Suzanne, "How long did I put those kisses on hold? One evening? No, I kissed Brenda last night, so not even that. I'm so hopeless. But what will the psychologist think? As if I'm not gonna come across as enough of a nympho freak already! This is so weird for me, the former Ms. Prude of the World. Xania is gonna order me locked up for sure!"

"No. It's not like that," Suzanne said sweetly. "You can tell her all about this. Xania does a lot of counseling for gay and lesbian couples. She's totally fine with these things. She'll be very pleased to see that you're finally getting in touch with your true feelings. After all, it's not like you're becoming a lesbian; you're just appreciating both sexes. Do you think you'll ever stop wanting to suck your son's cock?"

Susan snorted with laughter. "Are you kidding me?! No way!" She showered Suzanne's face with a series of affectionate pecks.

Suzanne did likewise and then replied, "So there's no problem, and you know he's only gonna love the bisexual action. Look. I wish we could talk about this much more, but I really have to run. I'm expected in L.A. already."

She thought to herself, That's too damn true. I wish I could stay here and get seriously passionate with her. She's so ripe and ready! This is so fucking incredible! Unbelievable! Everything in my larger plan for the Plummer family is going so great. But I can't keep Xania waiting too long. Everything has to go perfectly tomorrow so Susan can get through that appointment more sexually open-minded and ready to play than ever before. Then she and I are going to fuck each other to kingdom come. Or maybe to the kingdom of cum, hee-hee! Well, when I'm not fucking Sweetie or Angel, that is! Hee-hee-hee!

Loving and fucking, and fucking and loving, with such lovable people. I feel like I'm getting back in control of things, especially after wowing Sweetie with anal sex last night. Somebody pinch me. This is too good!

They had one more goodbye French kiss session at the front door before Suzanne had to leave. Suzanne slid her hands under Susan's loose shirt and had fun with Susan's braless boobs. That soon got Susan so aroused that she tried to do the same with Suzanne's bra-supported rack.

But just when Suzanne more or less extricated herself from Susan and put a hand on the door, Susan said plaintively, "Please! Don't go!"

Suzanne stopped and turned back.

Susan continued, "Please. I need reassurance. We just had some pretty sexy moments, but can we still just be friends too? I'd feel reassured if we could spend some time without kissing or touching. That would be so very important to me. Besides, we do have to do our daily exercises. If you go, I'll be too weak willed to do it by myself. Then I'll get all flabby and ugly and Tiger won't want me to suck his cock anymore."

Suzanne chuckled at that. "That is so untrue. First off, you're never gonna get 'flabby and ugly.' I won't let you, and even if I wasn't around, your genetics won't let you. And I can guarantee he will NEVER tire of you sucking his cock!"

"Maybe so." Susan held both of Suzanne's hands. "But please don't go! Can't you leave after a short workout?"

Suzanne looked deeply into Susan's eyes. I love her so much! She's just so damned lovable. When she looks at me like this so needfully, how can I ever tell her no? Besides, Xania can wait a little while. I'll tell her I got stuck in traffic.

"Okay. Twist my arm."

"Yeay! Suzanne, you're the best friend in the world!" She hugged her tightly, but she was careful to leave it at just a hug. She was sincere about simply wanting some platonic time with Suzanne.

Chapter 8

About half an hour later, Susan and Suzanne were in the Plummer basement doing their daily exercises when they faintly heard a doorbell.

Suzanne stopped exercising and frowned. "Hrm. I wonder who that could be. Susan, are you expecting anybody?"

"Definitely not!"

"Well, should you check or should I?"

Susan started briskly walking to the stairs as she said, "Let's both go. You're better at putting your foot down and getting rid of people. I don't want anyone to come in. I hate to say this, but I think the house is smelling a little ... funky lately."

Suzanne followed, while smirking at that. "Yeah, you could say that again. I'll bet the smell of last night's party is still in the air."

Susan muttered, "Mmmm! God, I love that smell. Spermy goodness!"

The two of them hurried upstairs to the front door while still wearing their revealing exercise outfits.

Suzanne checked through the peek-hole in the door to see who it was. "Oh. It's just Brenda." She opened the door.

Susan relaxed upon finding it wasn't a complete stranger. However, she wasn't that happy about seeing Brenda either, especially so soon after the party. After all, the plan had been for Brenda to only visit the house a couple of times a week.

Brenda was obviously distraught. Curiously, she was dressed to impress in a dark grey "power" suit. She walked into the house, saw Susan and Suzanne there, and wrapped her arms around Susan for a supportive hug. "Oh, Susan! I'm so sorry for coming by unexpectedly like this, but I need help!"

Susan's initial peevish attitude gave way to concern, because she was a very caring person. She tenderly patted Brenda's back, and asked, "Really? What's wrong? Tell us all about it. Let us try to help you."

Brenda wailed sadly, "It's Alan! I mean, he's wonderful, but he's turned my life all topsy turvy. No, it's me. I'm going to pieces because of him, but it's all on me!"

Suzanne also reached out and patted Brenda's back, trying to show her support. "Come on. Let's go to the kitchen and get something to drink while you tell us all about it."

Brenda looked over at Suzanne and noticed her exercise outfit for the first time. Then she took a closer look at Susan and saw the same. She broke the hug. "Uh-oh. I didn't mean to interrupt anything, but I'm interrupting, aren't I?"

Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. Yeah, we were working out, but we were almost finished anyway. So long as you don't mind us being a little sweaty and stinky..."

"I don't mind," Brenda said quickly, desperately eager to stay. "Though I thought that you'd already be done by now." She looked at Susan. "I waited on coming until the time you told me you finished your exercises."

Susan said evasively, "Yeah, well, we had some distractions that delayed us a little bit today." She gave Suzanne a look that was both loving and smoldering with sexual promise.

Suzanne gave her an even more sultry "come hither" look in return. "Yes, we had an interesting ... discussion." She said that in such a tone of voice that Susan understood "discussion" to mean "hot kissing session."

They shared a knowing smile with each other in response to that.

Suzanne wanted to do nothing more than kiss Susan again with lots of tongue action, but she looked at Brenda and tried to focus on the here and now. "Anyway, don't worry about it. We really don't mind the interruption."

Brenda gushed, "Oh, you two are so nice to me!"

The three of them were soon sitting around the dining room table. Susan got drinks for all of them and then joined them there.

Once everyone was settled, Suzanne said, "Okay, Brenda, let's hear it. I imagine it has something to do with what happened at the poker party last night. Am I right?"

"Yes! It has everything to do with that! The problem is, the party was too good, too exciting! Most of all, it was far too arousing. I feel like I'm absolutely losing my mind! Last night was a life-changing event for me. Actually, every one of the card games I've been to here has been great, and better than the last one. And that's bad, because it's made me completely obsessed. Every time I'm here, it's such an intense and arousing experience that everything else pales in comparison. All I can think about anymore is Alan. Serving him! Serving his cock! Getting spanked by him! Getting fucked by him, even!"

She continued, "But that's while it's happening. Now that it's over, and I look back in the harsh light of a new day, I have to wonder: did I really do and say those things?! But I DID! It's totally messed up."

Suzanne carefully asked, "Are you regretful?"

"That's the craziest thing of all! No! I mean, yes, there are many things I wish I would have done differently last night. But I've been thinking about this, and if I had the choice to do it all over again, exactly the same, or not, I would. Heck, of course I would. That's the problem. My life is in total disarray. All I want to do is cry!"

Susan reached out and took Brenda's hand. She squeezed it in support. "Cry? Why cry? Do you mean cry tears of joy? Because it sounds like you're describing me and my situation, and I couldn't be happier. Nothing makes me happier than when I'm serving my son with my lips tightly sliding up and down his thickness."

Brenda said, "Yes, but even you said you're gonna see a psychologist soon to sort out some issues. Think about me! My problems are a thousand times worse! You're his mother. You get to see him and suck his cock every single day, sometimes more than once. Whereas he hardly even knows me. Heck, I've NEVER gotten to suck him off yet, not even once! I'm getting all the psychological anguish without any of the good-tasting spermy reward."

Susan said encouragingly, "Don't worry, you will, and soon. With your looks, and your boobs, and your all-around enthusiasm, I'm sure you'll be a regular cocksucker before too long."

Brenda squeezed Susan's hand and smiled. "You say the nicest things. I can't wait! That would be a dream come true. But at the same time, that's probably just going to make my problem much worse. My life has been so empty, so devoid of meaning. And then he came along."

She paused dramatically, and then said, "I've totally fallen in love with him! I know I shouldn't, and that it'll only bring me heartbreak, but I can't help myself!"

Suzanne narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Hold on here. Fallen in love? Are you sure about that?"

Brenda admitted, "Well, I don't know if 'love' is really the best word. It's more really, really, REALLY intense lust. But I think that much lust must mean love too. After all, I feel like I'd do anything for him! Anything! I've never felt like this before, not even for either of my husbands. Last night was the BEST! Or the worst, depending on how you look at it. Alan, he ... he ... BROKE me! You, and him, the whole thing, it just ... I feel like I've been absolutely ruined for all other men. The way I felt last night, I need it! Like a ****!"

She took a deep breath and went on, "That's my problem: it's my submissiveness. I'm just too damn submissive! I've kept that side of me buried deep for years, and now I can't control it! Suzanne, you encouraged me to explore those feelings and that Alan would be a safe target for that. So I did. And boy, do I regret it!"

"Why?" Susan asked, honestly confused.

"Because ... it's just ... too much! I can't do it halfway. I'm finding out I'm not wired that way. Last night just crystallized my feelings, which had already been growing really strong. I have a confession." She dropped her head as her cheeks blushed. "I ... My greatest fantasy ... I ... Well ... To be honest ... I want Alan to ... God, this is so hard to say!"

Seeing Brenda teetering on the brink, Suzanne authoritatively demanded, "Say it! Let it out!"

Chapter 9

"Okay, I'm just gonna spit it out!" But Brenda still didn't say anything, and her face turned redder and redder. Finally, she blurted, "I ... More and more, I'm thinking of Alan as my, my ... my master!"

Now that she'd said that much, she lifted her head back up and the rest quickly spilled out of her. "I want to serve him ... sexually! I want him to tell me what to do to him, to his cock! How to pleasure it, serve it, and love it! Just like you two do. I see that, I see how you're so devoted to keeping his big dick constantly throbbing with pleasure, and it's the most beautiful sight ever. Susan, just thinking of you naked and on your knees, worshipping your son's cock for hours on end ... it gives me shivers and goose bumps! I want all that, and more! I want to use my body, my curvy, buxom body, to satisfy his every desire!"

She paused, wondering if she was saying too much. But she decided she needed to lay all her cards on the table. "Sometimes, I get so carried away that I feel like I want, I want ... God, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but ... I want to be his ****! His sex ****!"

Upon saying "sex ****," she dropped her head and closed her eyes again, too ashamed to make eye contact. She expected there to be an uproar, but she was greeted by nothing but silence.

Suzanne thought, Hmmm. Interesting. VERY interesting! There's a lot I can do with that.

Susan thought, So I'm not the only one! That's my deep secret, my great shame. I can't even talk to Suzanne about it, or admit it to myself usually, but that idea arouses the heck out of me!

Brenda added in a defeated tone, "There. I said it. I'm all fucked up. My submissive side is far too strong! It's like some kind of monster that's been unleashed. Every day it grows stronger, especially after events like last night's party. It's consuming me, taking me over! I've been trying to hide this desire to have Alan as my master, even from you, Susan. But I can't lie anymore. Now you can see why I'm so distraught. I'm sick! I need to be institutionalized! Or at least I should go away, far away!"

Suzanne soothingly interrupted, "Now, hold on. You're overreacting. Nobody wants that. Right, Susan?"

"Right. Brenda, we're not mad at you. These things happen. I feel for you so much, because the same thing has happened to me."

Brenda finally opened her eyes and tentatively looked up just enough to see if Susan was lying. "Really?"

Susan said, "Really. Maybe my reaction isn't as strong as yours. I guess different people are wired differently. I'm also submissive at heart, but you're probably even more submissive than I am. So when we're exposed to the sexual power of a naturally superior man like Alan, our instinct is to submit and serve." She looked nervously at Suzanne as she added, "I must admit that I've had fantasies of having him as my master too."

"Really?!" Brenda looked up a bit more, her hope rising.

Suzanne was intrigued that Susan had confessed that, but she was hardly surprised; it fit with Susan's recent general behavior.

Susan continued, "Definitely. Think about it. The way we live in this house these days isn't that far from a harem. Some might even call it that. When I get extremely aroused, which is quite often, all kinds of wild thoughts enter my head. My son and I have played around with some master-**** talk, and probably we'd do a lot more of that except for the fact that he usually feels uncomfortable about it."

Suzanne felt the need to get both Brenda and Susan to cool it down some. She wanted both of them to unleash their submissive sexual energies on Alan, but within limits. She knew that if they got talking to each other in an excitable and aroused manner, they could get completely carried away.

Therefore she interjected, "But keep in mind there's a difference between sexy talk and fantasies on one hand, and reality on the other. Sure, it's fun to think along those lines. Even I've had some fantasies about him like that. But ultimately, he is just an eighteen-year-old kid. He's Susan's son. It wouldn't be right to call him 'Master' for real. Susan and I are the authority figures around here. Yes, we lavish him with love and sexual attention, but when he screws up - and he does, believe me - we still need to be there to set him straight and punish him if need be."

She stared harshly at Susan as she added, "Already I'm concerned because Susan gets so horny that she sometimes forgets her motherly responsibilities."

Susan shamefully bowed her head. "It's true. I do."

Suzanne continued, "Technically, I'm not part of the family, but I'm his 'Aunt Suzy' in every meaningful way. So it often falls on me to be the tough one around here. We have enough problems with that kind of thing lately. My authority and Susan's authority would be even more undermined if he started to get called 'Master.'"

Brenda frowned. "So I am a freak. And what makes it so much worse is that he hardly even knows me. What if he's just not that into me? Do I come across as too needy? I live in fear that I won't even be invited to the next party!"

Suzanne said, "I think that's part of the problem, that you don't know him that well. It's easy to idolize someone when you only see the best side of them. Every time you come here, you see him acting like some kind of lord, a total stud ruling his roost, surrounded by beautiful women who are eager to please. You don't see him when he picks his nose, or has explosive diarrhea, or just lazes around watching some stupid program on TV. Ultimately, he's a pretty typical kid for his age. Sure, he's got a lot of great qualities, and obviously he has a very special sexual spark, but if you saw him sitting in a class full of kids, he wouldn't stick out."

Brenda started to sob. "I understand on some level that's true. And I keep telling myself that. But it doesn't help! It's like ... I'm hard-wired to need some kind of master, and he's the first person to come along to meet all the criteria, so I've latched onto him like my life depends on it. That's what I was trying to say at the start: it's not him, it's me. There's something in me that makes me want to obey and serve ... and I hate it! That's why I fought it and kept it hidden all these years. And now those feelings and desires have escaped from the box I kept them in and I fear there's no going back. My life ... it's ruined! I want to be an independent, modern, liberated woman, but there's this SICK part of me that prefers to see myself naked and on my knees, collared and chained!"

Before either other woman could figure out a response to that, she turned to Susan, with her tears falling freely. "One thing I don't understand is that you, of all people, know all of his foibles, his weaknesses. And yet you seem to put him up on a pedestal just like I do. Why is that?"

Susan took Brenda's hand again. "Brenda, I think you and I are very similar. I've been resistant to having you join our group, and to be perfectly honest, I'm still somewhat resistant. But I can totally relate to everything you're saying, because I've felt it to some degree too. And you're right that it's not so much Tiger as it is you, and me. I love him so much! I think he's the absolute greatest! But if I'm completely honest to myself, I have to admit that I'd probably have this need to sexually service him even if he wasn't half the wonderful man he is."

Brenda's crying increased when Susan said, "It's in me, this submissive drive. Just like for you, it was hidden inside me all these years. If you keep something under pressure a long time, when it finally comes out, it's like an explosion. That's what I'm going through right now, an explosion of lust and love and adoration for my son. I know on some level that's not normal and I'm probably getting carried away, but I can't help myself. Maybe, like you, I'm just made this way somehow."

Brenda was still crying, but Suzanne found a napkin and handed it to her. As Brenda tried to wipe her face clean of tears, Suzanne said, "What we obviously have here is a mix of factors. Brenda, partly it is you and your submissive nature, and partly it's Alan and the way he's risen to the occasion and impressed us all with his sexual prowess and confidence. But even more than that, it's the whole situation."

Although Brenda kept on sobbing, she paid close attention to Suzanne's words.

"Take last night. Brenda, if you had the chance to be alone with Alan for an entire evening, I'm sure the two of you would have lots of sexy fun. But even so, I highly, highly doubt you'd have gotten as worked up as you did at the party. It's a group thing, where there's like a feedback loop and the energy rises higher and higher for everyone. We get that a lot around here. Even when I'm alone with him, I have a sense that someone else like Susan might be watching or listening in, or even want to join in. And that makes it more exciting. Heck, to be honest, the mere fact that I have to share him with these other incredible, beautiful women adds to the excitement, even for me."

Susan nodded emphatically. "It's so true! Suzanne's right that it all adds up. And another thing: when I'm alone with him, I know I always have to do my absolute best to pleasure his cock, because on some level he'll be comparing my efforts to the likes of Suzanne, Katherine, Amy, and God knows who else!" She beamed with pride as she noted, "You know, he's pretty much tamed the entire cheerleading squad at school!"

"Susan," Suzanne chided, "that's an exaggeration."

"Is it? Really? Just this morning he pretty much admitted that he's played around with everyone on the squad and he's fucked most of them. Of course, since they're cheerleaders, they're all very busty and beautiful." Susan smirked and let that sink in. She particularly loved the gobsmacked look on Brenda's face.

She continued, "But my point is, that sense of friendly competition adds to the excitement. Heck, it seems EVERYTHING adds to the excitement! So, Brenda, don't feel bad if you feel like you're on a runaway train. We all feel that way. I know that even he feels like he's riding a wild bucking bronco, and he's wondering how long he can hang on."

"Really?!" Brenda was surprised by that, since she envisioned him as nearly infallible. Although she was impressed by the news about what he'd been apparently doing to the cheerleaders, she wasn't surprised since to her it made perfect sense that he was fucking the entire squad. She remained emotionally distraught, but at least she'd stopped crying.

Suzanne shrugged, and said, "It's true. He makes that kind of complaint all the time. Think about it from his perspective. He wasn't born a porn star. As recently as August, he'd never so much as really kissed a girl! So it's a wild ride for him. He does NOT stand 100 feet tall; I can't emphasize that enough. We've all jumped into unknown waters here, including him, and we're finding our way forward together."

Brenda started to get a little teary again. "But you have each other to help. Look at you two. Such great friends!" She nodded at their workout clothes. "You see each other every single day, without fail. Who can I turn to? I feel like some kind of submissive '****' freak, and I'm all alone!"

Suzanne was quick to soothe her before she started bawling again. "You have us! You do! We're here to help you, any time. Especially Susan. I've been encouraging you two to get to know each other better because I can see you have so much in common. You'll be best friends before long."

Brenda looked at Susan longingly, but she sniffed, "I wish. But Susan doesn't even like me!"

Susan said, "Not true. I LOVE our daily phone calls! I've felt a natural connection, and I love it, because I get a lot of benefit talking things over with others too. I can't deny that I've got some jealousy issues with you, but I'm doing my best to work through them. I'm sorry for being kind of mean last night. After you left, Tiger, er, I mean Alan, talked to me and got me to promise to help you along and not be jealous about it."

Brenda's hope soared. "He said that?"

"He did."

"Wait, wait!" Brenda practically screamed. "What did he say, exactly?! This is extremely important!"

Susan said coyly, "I can't say. That would be betraying confidences, because I don't know how much he wants you to know. But at one point, I did say to him, and this is a direct quote, 'It's my duty to help you tame Brenda.'"

Brenda's eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. After a long pause, she said in a quiet, awed whisper, "Oh. My. God! Ohmigod!" Then she started to find her voice and said increasingly loudly, "No. No way! I'm going to be tamed?! He's going to tame me?!" Her heart began to thump fast and hard.

Susan reached out and squeezed Brenda's hand.

Brenda squeezed back. She was suddenly excited, like she was a special forces operative who had just been given an extremely dangerous mission, but a mission that could save the world from disaster. She suddenly felt light headed, and her pussy started to tingle and gush. Oh God! Dear God! Alan is going to TAME me! Then I'll be tamed and controlled, serving my master! I knew it already, but the confirmation is too much! What a RUSH! Her head lolled backward as she nearly swooned.

After a moment she came back to her senses and asked in disbelief, "Are you serious about actually doing that?!"

Susan squeezed Brenda's hand again, and gave her a big smile. "Of course. After all, my son gave me a command, so I have **** but to obey."

Brenda sat there, pondering that. Suddenly, she realized just how extremely aroused her body felt, although she was trying her best to hide it. Finally, she let go of Susan's hand and said, "Shit! I'm really glad, and I thank you. But just hearing you talk about how you had **** but to obey makes me seriously horny! Heck, even hearing the word 'tamed' makes me feel so giddy that I want to run around the room and jump up and down. Is there something wrong with me?"

Suzanne took Brenda's other hand this time and looked at her intently, using her commanding persona to emphasize her words. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're NOT a freak. Look at erotic fiction on the Internet. When there are stories of dominance and submission, I'd guess well over 95 percent involve a dominant man and a submissive woman. Or look at Harlequin romances. Every single damn one involves a confident, dominant man sweeping a beautiful woman off her feet as she swoons in his arms. I imagine there's a continuum about this kind of thing, and you just happen to be an outlier on one end of it. You feel bad because this is so uncool, so anti-women's lib, and so on. Hell, it's well known that many women have fantasies of being ****. True, it's a sexy kind of ****, not the real kind that usually involves ****, terror, and sometimes even ****, but it's a **** fantasy just the same. But who would ever admit having a fantasy like that, even to close friends? It's taboo. It's embarrassing."

She continued, "One thing that's so great about our gang here in this house is that we're embracing these kinds of feelings instead of pretending they don't exist. Look at how Susan is embracing her submissive side. Sure, she's having some minor misgivings, but overall she's having great fun with it. Ditto with Katherine. I can guarantee you they've never been so happy!"

Susan emphatically nodded her head at that.

Suzanne went on, "So I say don't be ashamed if you fantasize about Alan being your master. Share your fantasies with us and we'll have a great time sharing our fantasies with you. Who knows? We might even help you live out some of them, some of the less **** ones ... for real."

Brenda looked like she wanted to cry again, but cry tears of joy this time. Her face lit up and it looked like she really was about to jump up and run around the room. "Are you serious? So you're not mad at me?"

Susan said, "Mad? Why would we be mad?"

"Because, well ... everything! I've just sorta dropped into your lives from out of nowhere, and I'm causing all kinds of trouble, like interrupting your workout today. And God only knows what Alan will think of me and my crazy ideas. Here I am, getting a divorce. I should be looking for a new husband, but all I want to do is please my ... please Alan." She looked abashed, because she'd almost called him "master."

Suzanne said, "Hold on here. Who says he has to know about your master fantasies? Look at you. You're beautiful! You're a perfect ten. You're so stacked that it's crazy, and we all know how much he loves that. Things got wild last night. You wound up naked before long, and he had a fun time groping your voluptuous body. I'm sure that before long you'll be sucking and stroking his cock most every time you come here."

Brenda's face lit up with hope again. "You think so? You really think so?!"

"I do. Don't you, Susan?" Suzanne wanted to make sure Susan was in agreement.

Susan nodded. "But of course! That's exactly what I said earlier. Tiger is building up a stable of the most gorgeous and sexually talented women to serve him. I'm sure you'll be in that mix. Mind you, that doesn't mean you'll be able to see him every day, or even every other day. But maybe a couple times a week, you'll be naked and kneeling and bobbing on his fat cock!"

Brenda had been slouching, but she sat up stiffly and eagerly upon hearing that. "You lie!"

Susan laughed at that, since Brenda clearly didn't mean it. "No I don't. And even though you'll only get to be invited here occasionally, when you are here, I'm sure he'll give you a lot of his attention since you're new and different. And your breasts! Girl, you'd better get used to having them fucked on a regular basis!"