Nineteen Nervous Breakdowns: Part 4

Chapter 10

Suzanne continued to lecture, "Susan, you're frustrated now, but tomorrow you'll thank me. This is what we're doing, learning to increase your self-control so you can become better and better at your job, at being one of Sweetie's top cocksuckers."

Alan thought. "Job?" "One of?" "Top cocksuckers?" As if I have a bunch?! Damn, I love the way Aunt Suzy thinks!

Suzanne said, "You don't REALLY want Ron to catch you with your son's cock halfway down your throat, do you? Think how messy that would be, in more ways than one."

With the wind knocked out of her sails, Susan let out a huge sigh. "No. I suppose not." But then she added with new hope, "But he's not coming home now, so what's the harm? In fact, we're going to see him. Right? Isn't that still that plan?"

"It is. But you can never be too careful. He could come home early, at any time. Imagine the look on Ron's face if he were to see your cutie Tiger fire a big cummy load all over your face! Don't you think he'd be shocked to see all that delicious cum splattered on your glasses, your cheeks, your chin, down your neck and chest, and even in your hair? You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

Susan wanted to exclaim, "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! Sorry, Ron, but I just love my son's cum!" She needed to climax so badly that she was practically ready to cry. But instead she sighed heavily again. "No. I suppose not."

"Then we need to move on to lesson two. Since you say your self-control is not the greatest, we need to prepare you for situations where you might get out of control and might end up in a compromising position. Come here and pretend to be stroking your Tiger's cock as he stands here."

Alan spoke up. "Correction: sits here." He promptly sat back on the edge of the bed. He felt like he had to because his shaky legs were about to give out on him.

Neither woman minded.

Susan scooted closer, but paused before him. "Pretend? How do I pretend?"

"Place your hand around his shaft, but don't actually touch it. Just keep your fingers about an inch from it and slide your hand up and down just like you're really stroking it."

Susan complained, "But that's ****! Sheer ****!" Nevertheless, she started to do just that.

It was **** for Alan too. He could feel the air moving all around his erection, but that was all. Still, he kept quiet. He knew Suzanne was up to something and didn't want to ruin whatever it was.

Suzanne replied to Susan, "Hey, you're the one who made us give the 'no touching' promise. Now, I'm going to leave the room and then return. Imagine that I'm ... Brad."

Susan asked, "Why Brad? Why not, say, Ron?"

Actually, Suzanne had been about to say "Ron" but at the last second decided that might bring up too many Oedipal issues that could interfere with the uncontrollable carnality she was aiming at, for Susan as well as Alan, especially given that Alan was right there. For similar reasons, she didn't want to say why she hadn't picked Ron. So instead she just said, "Think about it: what man is most likely to walk in on you? Not just today, but in the months and years to come. Ron is always overseas, Eric has his head stuck up his ass and would never leave his easy chair if he didn't have to come and go to work. That leaves Brad. He could stroll through the gate between our backyards at any time, though thank the Lord he hasn't done that lately."

"True," Susan admitted. "Just thinking about it, I get scared!" Her heart was already pounding wildly from sexual excitement, and hearing Suzanne say "months and years to come" practically made her swoon, due to the breathtaking possibilities that suggested. But the thought of danger made her heart pound even harder. Her hand kept almost jacking off Alan's erection. In fact, she was getting increasingly sloppy and sometimes making contact with it.

Suzanne said, "That's one reason why we're practicing, so you have a chance to think these things through. Now, if everyone's ready to start, let's do it. Instead of a sweaty, disheveled, and naked big-titted gal, imagine I'm a scruffy and surly boy all dressed in black. And I can't do his voice justice, so just use your imagination and pretend my scratchy voice is his smooth one. Okay?"

Susan froze her hand right over Alan's erection as she asked, "So wait. What do we do when you come in then?"

"Well, that's what we're role-playing about. You'll find out. Okay, here we go."

Suzanne turned around and walked out the door.

The second she turned, Susan grasped Alan's erection and began really stroking it. She muttered under her breath just loud enough for him to hear, "Forget this pretend stuff; I need some real cock!"

Both mother and son let out big moans of relief. Their mutual pleasure skyrocketed as they shared their forbidden handjob joy.

In her mind, she repeated her mantra: I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy-slut! That made her feel even better, except that it increased her desire to be sucking and not just stroking.

But within twenty or so seconds, Suzanne came back in, and Susan was **** to move her hand back to the pretend stroking position. She didn't know what would happen if she were caught "cheating" by Suzanne, but she didn't want to find out.

Suzanne walked closer and said in a gruff voice, "What's going on here?!"

Susan found it easy to imagine that it really was Brad, despite Suzanne being completely naked and obviously all woman. In fact, Susan's entire body shivered in fright. But she had no idea what to do. She was completely naked too, of course, while Alan only wore his T-shirt. Furthermore, she was on her knees with her fingers obviously wrapped around his erection. Needing to say something, she burst out with, "Brad! It's not like it looks!"

Suzanne walked closer and switched out of her Brad role. "Good start. But if it's not like it looks, what is it, then?"

Susan said in a panicky voice, "I don't know! I can't think of anything even remotely plausible."

Suzanne replied. "Hmmm. Tough one. So our first conclusion can be, if you think you might get caught, don't get completely naked ... Why don't you tell him you're giving Alan the birds and the bees talk?"

"Okay, I'll try that."

Suzanne walked back out and then right back in, not giving Susan even enough time to take a deep breath. She bellowed again, "What's going on here?!"

Susan turned to "Brad" and said, "It's not what you think! I'm giving Alan a frank talk about sex!" She continued to firmly grasp his boner.

"What?! You've got to be kidding me!"

"No, I'm not. He's eighteen, and he doesn't know the first thing about a woman! I even have to show him what a handjob is!"

Suzanne, knowing her son Brad, went with the role. "Whoa! Alan, I must say that sounds kind of pathetic, but also kind of ... cool. Damn, with a mother looking like Susan, all I can say is, congratulations, you lucky dog!"

Now Suzanne was the one **** to deal with uncomfortable **** issues as it occurred to her, If Brad might congratulate Sweetie for getting a handjob from his hot mother, he might be equally delighted to get a handjob from his own hot mother - ME! Shit! I have no intention of that ever happening, and it's not ever going to happen because, among other things, it would completely ruin my plans for the Plummer family. I love my Sweetie, and I'm not interested in the slightest in any other man. In any case, I don't know if that's how he'd react. I was just going with the moment. I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong!

Suzanne was frozen with her mouth half open and about to speak when she was hit with these thoughts. But then she snapped to, stepped out of her role, and said, "Etcetera, etcetera. Good start."

Susan finally took a deep, relieved breath. She unthinkingly slid her fingers up and down Alan's shaft while staring Suzanne's way. "Do you really think that'll fly? Brad's not going to mind?! Would he actually believe that?"

"Frankly, probably not. I was just trying to channel how a horny teenage boy might react, but all the wine and nakedness could be skewing my answer. The truth is, sadly, I can't get into my son's head, and I don't know how he thinks. For all I know, he might just walk up to Alan and start punching him. But at least now we're thinking about the issue. And Susan, you can see that a bad answer is better than no answer at all. At least you have some plausible deniability. You and I can discuss what you might say to Brad later."

Susan nodded. She finally realized that she wasn't supposed to even be touching Alan's pole while Suzanne was watching, and she let go. Then she brought her hand back, but she was careful to encircle it without quite touching it, like she should have been doing all along.

Suzanne pretended not to notice that, but she slyly grinned to herself.

Chapter 11

Suzanne then said authoritatively, "Now, since we don't have the foggiest idea how Brad would react, why don't we switch the scenario to someone where we CAN predict how they'll react? And just to make absolutely sure about the response, we'll switch to a pretend blowjob. That way there's no chance in Hell that the lame 'birds and bees talk' excuse will fly. You'll have to think of something better to at least keep her wrath in check."

"'Her?'" Alan asked, as he finally removed his T-shirt. "Who are we talking about now?"

Suzanne grinned wolfishly. "Why, Christine, of course. Who better to go completely ballistic? Both of you will have to be very fast thinkers and convincing talkers to prevent her from going into martial arts mode and slicing and dicing you two. Though of course we won't carry the scenario that far."

Susan blanched. "I don't know. This is scary. I hear she can be really mean when she gets in a rage."

Suzanne smiled. "That's why we're practicing, so you can deal with even someone like her. Look at the plus side: at least you won't have to make the mental stretch of imagining me as a man. In fact, I do believe her breasts are just about the same size as mine. Just imagine my hair is blonde and straight with those weird curly locks of hers hanging down her front, and I AM Christine! Are you ready?"

Everyone nodded.

However, Susan was still just kneeling there with her hand almost but not quite wrapping itself around her son's erection.

Suzanne walked forward and said, "Time out. Susan, I said this was a pretend blowjob situation. So remove your hand..."

Susan did, but said in a pitiful voice, "Awww..."

"Well, to be nice, I'll let you hold his cock so you can keep it in place for the blowjob."

Susan immediately grasped it firmly with both hands. She let out a sigh of contentment as she did so.

Suzanne continued, "Remember, though, no stroking. You just need to do that because you're going to have to keep his cock extremely still. Now, lean forward and put his cockhead in your mouth. But no touching it with your lips!"

Susan did that, or at least she tried to. In fact, Alan's cockhead was so big and wide that it was an effort to fit it in her mouth at all. She opened her jaw as wide as humanly possible and yet it was still touching the sides, though there was a little bit of room above and below.

It occurred to her though that Suzanne couldn't see what was happening inside her mouth, as long as she didn't make any moves obvious enough to be seen on the outside. She immediately began slathering her son's cockhead with her tongue.

Alan groaned at the unexpected surge in stimulation.

Suzanne was a sharp cookie, and immediately figured out what Susan was doing with her tongue. But she pretended not to notice.

Susan looked at Suzanne expectantly while holding that position, hoping for some change in orders. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't even mumble while her mouth was stretched so far open and her tongue was making subtle yet non-stop moves against her son's cock.

Suzanne said, "Good. Now, can you keep that position for a couple of minutes?"

Susan wanted to shake her head no, but she couldn't do that either, due to the erect cock in her mouth. Finding the position impossible to hold any longer, she mumbled "No." But in so doing, she moved her jaw some and brought her lips closer together. Without really intending to do so, she found her lips securely locked around her son's dick.

The temptation of having it so close but not being able to suck it was more than she could bear and she gave in completely. One second, she was closing her jaw a little to say, "No," the next second she was sucking on it contentedly while the hand that had been holding it in place began frantically stroking up and down his pre-cum slicked surface.

She groaned needfully. Oh God, YES! I need this! UNGH! HNNNG! YEEESSSS!

Suzanne bellowed, "Time out, time out! Hold on! Susan, STOP! Stop this instant!"

Susan reluctantly complied, pulling her face away from the tempting target (although now she was holding it with both hands and gently sliding her fingers back and forth as much as she thought she could get away with). She complained, "Suzanne, this is just impossible! It's too big and thick and delicious! How do you expect me to just hold my lips around it like that?!"

"Oh, come on. It's not that difficult. And it's not THAT big, either. If I can do it, you can do it. Here, let me show you how it's done."

So Susan moved aside to give Suzanne room to approach, but she found she couldn't completely let go of her grip on the base of Alan's erection. So, as she continued to stroke, she gave the feeble excuse, "Here, while you're busy with that, I'll help keep it steady."

Suzanne sarcastically rolled her eyes. "Thanks." But she let Susan keep stroking, since after all the entire point of the exercise was to get Susan so aroused that her willpower disappeared. Plus, she found it extremely arousing to blow Alan while Susan stroked him.

Finally in position on her heels, Suzanne looked up into Alan's eyes. "Ready, Sweetie?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Suzanne leaned forward and took all of Alan's cockhead in her mouth, just like Susan had done. But somehow she was able to make her jaw open even more, and no part of her lips touched him anywhere.

"That's incredible!" Susan exclaimed. "How can you do that?" She looked at the inside of Suzanne's mouth from every angle she could to see whether Suzanne was cheating with her tongue like she herself had just been doing, but Suzanne's tongue really wasn't touching him anywhere.

Even more remarkably, Suzanne was somewhat able to talk while keeping her jaw more or less in place. "Paaatith, paaatith, paaatith."

Alan was huffing and puffing with excitement, but managed to say, "I think she said, 'Practice, practice, practice, ' Mom."

"I guessed that. But look! She even has room on the underside to stick her tongue out, too! Only now she's using it to lick the sensitive underside. Suzanne, no fair! That's cheating!"

It was true. Even though Suzanne knew that Susan would be watching just for that, she found it too tempting not to lick.

Susan conveniently forgot that she'd just been cheating in exactly the same way. She added to herself, And it's not fair that you have such a long tongue. Tiger's gonna run to you first for all his cocksucking needs. Darn it!

Suzanne grinned and pulled away entirely. Able to speak again, she said, "Oops. Sorry. But then again, the 'no touching' rule doesn't apply to me, just to you." She conveniently ignored the way Susan's hand was "holding" Alan's rod in an increasingly vigorous manner. "Here, let's try again. I'll do better this time."

Another minute passed while Suzanne blew him and Susan jacked him off.

Susan finally complained, "Okay, already! You made your point!" She was so horny that it wasn't that she minded what they were doing; rather, she wanted to trade places with Suzanne.

Standing up again, Suzanne said to Susan, "Now, you try it again. You and I have basically the same curvy bodies, the same mouths, the same everything. Of course, I have a much longer tongue, but that shouldn't matter in this case. So if I can do it, you can too."

So Susan resumed the position Suzanne had just vacated. She didn't really do any better than before, and her lips touched on both sides.

But the effort seemed to satisfy Suzanne, who said, "Good. Now keep holding it like that."

The position was pure **** for Susan, though. It wasn't opening her jaw so wide and for so long that bothered her - it was the inability to suck. All the stroking she was able to do at the same time only increased her need and desire to coax a big sticky load down her throat.

So as soon as Suzanne turned her back and walked away to start the role-play, Susan resumed licking. She was careful to keep her tongue inside her lips though, so that Suzanne couldn't see what she was doing. It was still **** for her not to use her lips too, but this at least made the situation bearable.

There was no doubt that Alan could feel and enjoy what she was doing, however. He was already sweating from all the excitement, and found his heart pounding even more than before. It was difficult for him to keep flexing his PC muscle so as not to climax, but in addition he had to try to not show visibly how good Susan's insanely pleasurable tongue-licking felt. He somehow managed, but just barely. The strain showed on his increasingly sweaty face.

Suzanne turned around at the door and came back towards where Susan and Alan were sitting. She made sure to swing her shoulders so her huge tits would sway from side to side. Finally pretending to be Christine, she said, "Alan, just what the hell is going on?! Is that Susan, your mother?! My GOD!"

Alan was just barely hanging on, so he couldn't get it together enough to respond.

Susan didn't respond either. In fact, it was remarkable that she could process Suzanne's words at all. Her entire world now was the big erection in her mouth. She was struggling with all her might not to give up and suck on her son's tasty dick for all she was worth. But by imagining an irate Christine ready to kick her ass, she managed to limit herself just to her surreptitious licking, plus stroking the base of his shaft. It didn't occur to her to simply pull away completely from his crotch now that she'd supposedly been caught.

Since neither of the others was speaking, Suzanne continued her pretend Christine rant. "Alan, can't you hear me?! I said, isn't that your own mother?! My God, what kind of depraved perversion am I seeing here?! You have your very own mother naked and on her knees, sucking on your giant cock! And it looks like she won't stop for anyone or anything until she gets a big delicious load blasted down her throat! You two, stop it right now!"

The words startled Alan enough to get him to look over at "Christine." He managed to point out, "Hey, look who's talking? Why are you naked?"

In their role-play, everyone was supposed to be pretending that she was wearing clothes, but that had been forgotten. Suzanne looked down, feebly covered her privates, and pretended to be embarrassed. "That's beside the point! Stop looking at my big breasts!" She pounded her foot on the floor petulantly, deliberately making her round melons jiggle. "And stop it, you two! Stop it!"

At that moment, Susan gave up the struggle. There's just too much tasty cock! I can't resist! It IS a "giant cock" and it needs servicing! Mommy needs sperm!

With that, her lips closed around his thickness and she began sucking with a passion. She didn't even try to hide it; her whole head jerked back and forth as she made love to her son's dick with her tongue, lips, and hands.

Suzanne, still pretending to be Christine, rushed over and knelt behind her. She pulled on Susan's hair, gradually but firmly yanking Susan away from Alan's rampant erection. "Stop it, I say! That's so improper!" She couldn't resist saying that, since it had become a catchphrase for Susan.

"NoooOOOOoooo!" Susan let out a muffled roar around Alan's erection. Her hands let go of it as she attempted to reach behind her and swat Suzanne away, and for a few moments their struggle threatened to escalate into a cat fight.

But it was no use; Suzanne was in the better position, and Susan could see that she didn't stand a chance. There was simply no way Susan could fight and suck cock at the same time. Her mouth eventually was **** to leave her son's hot, throbbing dick.

Forgetting that they were in a role-play, Susan yelled as she struggled, "Suzanne, let go! I love you, but don't get between me and my son! I need some real cock, and I need it now!"

Suzanne started to say, "But the boundaries-"

"Boundaries be damned! I'm so hot that if I can't suck me some son cock, well, I don't know what! And I don't care about the what, 'cos the other option ain't gonna happen! I'm PROUD to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut, and if you've got a problem with that, then ... BACK OFF!" She twisted and turned, and finally shook Suzanne loose. She felt so passionate about it that she'd very nearly said "fuck off" instead.

Suzanne had never seen Susan quite like this. She'd seen Susan get very aggressive in defense of her children when she felt they were threatened, but she hadn't realized that Susan also had a sexually aggressive side. She was amused but also pleasantly surprised. Whoa! It looks like my indoctrination tactics are a little TOO successful already! She wisely got out of the way.

Although Susan called Alan "Tiger," now she was the one acting like a tigress. She was wired with energy and lust, and there was a near manic gleam in her eye. She came towards him with such steely determination that he tried to back away, but he could only fall backward onto the bed.

She launched herself at his groin, and moaned with pure glee as her lips engulfed his cockhead. She sucked him with abandon. There was no finesse, and none of the exquisite drawing-out process filled with rest breaks that Suzanne had been using. She just wanted her son's cum and she wanted it immediately. She did nothing but bob on his prick with the biggest passes up and down she could manage. She repeatedly went from having just the bare tip between her lips to as far down it as she could get without gagging, over and over and over.

And although Susan tried not to gag, in her lusty fever she slid her lips so far down on him each time that she would start to **** and gag. It felt strange to her, but she found she actually liked it in a curious sort of way. But more importantly, she absolutely adored the sounds that resulted. It sounded like she was being completely overwhelmed by the size and power of her son's cock, and she felt that way too.

The cumulative effect of all this was about as subtle as being hit by an eighteen-wheeler truck, and just as attention grabbing. Alan could only hold out a minute or two before he started to blow. It was a feat for him to last even that long, because passion oozed out of every fiber of Susan's being. She was so sexy, so burning with lust, that even Suzanne's sexiness temporarily faded by comparison.

Unfortunately, Alan had had such a sexually active day that he didn't have much cum left to give up. But Susan didn't mind, and eagerly guzzled down every last drop her tongue and lips could coax out.

When she was finally satiated, she slid next to Alan on the bed and fell back on it. "Oh, YEAH! God, that was good! I needed that! That's been building up for DAYS! YES!" She was beyond happy. "Goodness gracious, I love it!"

Suzanne was nearly teary-eyed with joy, because she loved what she saw before her. Look at that, will you? It not just the sight of two happy naked people. That's love! Mostly, she stared at Susan. She's a vision! A vision of the completely liberated woman I've always dreamed she could become. She's so happy and carefree that she's practically glowing.

However, Suzanne knew it wouldn't last long; Susan's prudish ways were too ingrained, and would inevitably return with a rebound. But she was happy to witness Susan's transformation and feel good at how good Susan felt, and know that she was vital in helping Susan feel that way. Her goal was to put Susan into this liberated state of mind more and more often until it became a permanent condition.

She asked her, "Susan, so what lessons did you learn here tonight?"

Susan practically shouted, "First and foremost, I love my son's cock! Cocksucking is just the best! Stroking is good, but sucking is better! What I learned is, I need that cock! A lot! The snake. The big snake! I'm soooo cured of my dick phobia." She leaned her head down and lovingly kissed Alan's penis several times, even though it was completely flaccid. "I officially pronounce myself cured! In fact, my new fear is that I'll have to go a whole day without more cocksucking!" She rubbed her cheeks against it, heedless of how wet it still was.

Slightly calmer, she sat up so she could look Suzanne in the eye. She held his balls with one hand and his penis with the other, as if she drew strength from the mere contact. "What was that you said before? Something about how I have to improve my self-control so I can do better at being one of my Tiger's top cocksuckers? That is just so true! Suzanne, when you're right, you're right. I wanna be the best. The very best! Tiger, I just wanna suck your cock every single day, if you'll let me!"

Alan looked at her incredulously. This was all so great that he was half-convinced it was only a dream.

Susan flopped back down on the bed and said to him in a still calmer tone as she stared at the ceiling, "Tiger, you know, it's funny. Just a month or two ago, I was concerned for you. You were turning eighteen and I knew you'd never kissed a girl yet. I worried you might graduate from high school without any sexual experience. But now, look at me! I'm buck naked with your sperm dribbling from the corners of my mouth. I'm fondling your balls and planting kisses up and down your beautiful penis like I can't help myself, because I can't."

She hadn't been kissing it when she said that, but she proceeded to kiss all up and down his flaccidness. Then she started licking his privates clean. "I'm one of your personal big-titted cocksuckers, and I LOVE IT!"

Alan didn't really understand language like that. But he definitely got a big thrill out of it just the same.

She added as she continued to lick, "Oh, I know it's not just Suzanne and me who are helping out. I've seen how you come home and go straight to your daily orgasms chart and put another mark or two up there. I just hope that whoever she is helping you at school, she's got really big hooters and sucks you good! Or is it a 'they?' I'll bet it's a 'they!'"

She lifted her head up just enough to look at his face.

He tried to keep a poker face, but apparently didn't do a very good job. He'd assumed Susan would be jealous of his being with other women, and was blown away that she apparently was not.

Susan sat up even higher, so she could reach out and caress his face at the same time. Her big tits took a long time to jiggle back into place. "It's a 'THEY!' I knew it! I'm so impressed! Wow. My son is a stud! That just makes me want to cream even more, but my pussy can only take so much!"

Suzanne had noticed the same marks on the chart, but felt that now was not the time to discuss them. It was growing late and they needed to make at least a token appearance at the party Ron was attending.

Alan caressed her face in return, and said, "Thanks, Mom. I know changing your attitude on some things so quickly isn't easy. But you're trying your best. You're my beautiful centerfold mom, and I love you."

"Awww, Tiger!" She beamed, radiating love. Then she settled back down between his legs and resumed licking his privates clean.

Suzanne was silent for about a minute, but then she asked, "How long are you going to do that? We do still have that party of Ron's to go to, you know."

"Oh, no!" Susan complained.

"Oh, yes. Don't worry; we won't be considered late. Time flies when you're having fun, but I'll bet it's only about eight, eight-thirty at the latest."

"Oh, POO!" Susan pouted. She sighed in resignation. "Very well. But let me finish cleaning him up first, okay?"

Suzanne saw that Susan was doing a lot of licking of Alan's balls without any real cleaning going on, but she decided to let her have her fun for a few minutes to help her transition to getting ready for the party.

Alan and Suzanne had to literally drag Susan to the bathtub and fill up her bath, then clean up her room (there were piles of clothes all over the place), and then finally take turns showering themselves. There was no time for any more hanky-panky, although Alan got still more time gawking at Susan and Suzanne while they remained naked.

Chapter 12

Susan knew all about being "arm candy" for Ron. For years, in addition to attending regular parties with real friends, she had attended parties for Ron's business purposes. Opinions of Ron soared when they saw what a truly stunning and curvaceous woman he had married. Susan was used to wearing fancy outfits that were sexy yet didn't actually reveal much skin, due to her prudish sensibilities. She knew how to charm and talk to the people Ron subtly directed her to interact with. Frankly, with her natural beauty she usually won the charm battle no matter what she wore or said.

So Susan expected another party like that. She was glad that at least Suzanne would be there to help her get through it. And Suzanne's help was especially needed this evening because Susan was still quite tipsy from the wine she'd been drinking earlier. Also, she was still in a kind of daze from all of the sexual excitement with Alan.

Suzanne did almost everything, from picking out clothes for Susan and herself to driving the car. Her goal was to be efficient and get in and out of the party with Susan's social obligations fulfilled as soon as possible. Although Suzanne was much better at hiding it, she too was somewhat dazed and giddy from the events with Alan. She wanted to go to bed early if she could.

However, their plans changed shortly after the two of them arrived at the party. At first, there were no surprises. It was being held at a lavish mansion owned by one of the higher-ups in Ron's company. Both of them had been there for other parties. Most of the faces were familiar from those previous parties.

The surprise was that Brenda was there too. This actually wasn't that unexpected, since Brenda did move in very similar social circles. Now that Brenda was coming out of her self-imposed isolation, which had been caused by her feeling depressed about the collapse of her marriage, she had resumed attending this sort of party, and Suzanne's recent interest in her stemmed from talking to her at one such event.

Even so, it was a pleasant coincidence. Suzanne immediately decided that instead of just spending Susan's bare minimum of a half hour or so of "arm candy" time at the party, the two of them should stay longer and get to know Brenda better. Suzanne thought the card game get-together they'd had with Brenda the prior Wednesday had gone well. She had a gut feeling that Brenda had a role in her planned sexual utopia future, but she still wasn't sure what that role was, or how big it would be. Even so, Brenda had such obvious sexual potential that she represented an opportunity that simply couldn't be missed. The snag was that Suzanne needed more information to better know just what to do with her, so this was a golden opportunity to acquire that.

Susan, in her still tipsy and horny state, was pleased to see Brenda. When Suzanne privately told Susan about her desire to genuinely have a good time getting to know Brenda better, Susan was game. It helped that Alan had told them before they left that he was definitely sexually finished for the day, and he was just going to chill out for a while before going to bed early, so Susan knew that she wouldn't be missing out on anything fun at home.

However, Susan and Suzanne only spoke to Brenda briefly at first. They explained about Susan's social obligations, and then they wandered off to find Ron and get Susan's required face-time over with as quickly as possible. They made plans to meet with Brenda in a certain less-crowded room later, once Susan's command performance was over.

Half an hour later, those obligations had been met and the three MILFs met up again as planned. They greeted each other like long-lost friends, with hugs and kisses on cheeks all around. Suzanne noticed that Brenda was tipsy the first time they'd found her, and half an hour later it looked like Brenda was in danger of crossing the line from tipsy to drunk. Suzanne considered this a very good thing, because the things she most wanted to know about Brenda were the sorts of things people generally didn't like to talk about, most especially their sexual tendencies, experiences, and interests. She figured the **** would help loosen Brenda's lips.

After the hugs, Suzanne took charge. "Brenda! Look at you. You look fantastic! But what are you doing at a party like this?"

Brenda leaned in, like she was going to tell a dangerous secret. "You really wanna know?"

"Sure!"

"I'm looking for a ... MAN!" Brenda raised her wine glass high in the air, spilling most of the remaining wine out of it.

Suzanne looked around the room. There weren't many other people nearby, but there were a few. Between Brenda's boisterous statement and her sloppy gesture, Suzanne decided more privacy was needed. She gripped Brenda's arm and started walking her out of the room, forcing both Brenda and Susan to follow. "Really? Tell me all about it."

Brenda was untroubled by how Suzanne was leading her. "Oh, you know the story. Painful divorce. Kind of crushed my spirit. But I can't just sit and mope forever. Gotta ... get back out there. Get back on the horse. Ride the horse!" She leaned in secretively again, even while they were walking, and lowered her voice. "Although, to be honest, I'd prefer to be ridden, if you know what I mean."

Then she stopped walking altogether, cupped her hand to Suzanne's ear, and whispered, "I'm horny!" She pulled back, smirked, and staggered around a bit before recovering her balance.

Suzanne grabbed Brenda's arm and resumed walking her to the nearest empty room they could find. She muttered, "I'll bet. Aren't we all." She rolled her eyes. She glanced back to Susan to make sure Susan was still following right behind - she was.

Susan was all grins. She was still riding her erotic high from what had happened earlier with Alan, so she was glad she wasn't the only one with a bad case of the "hornies."

Suzanne soon got Brenda to an upstairs bedroom. She liked that spot because she could, and did, lock the door to the room, and it had a bathroom attached to it in case Brenda got sick. There was also a nice balcony with a great view of the expansive backyard area and on all the way to the ocean.

The three of them found chairs and pulled them together so they made a small circle. Suzanne resumed the conversation with Brenda. "So, are you looking for Mr. Right, or Mr. Right Now?"

Brenda snorted with glee. Then she answered, "Both! Mr. Right, of course, but, failing that, Mr. Right Now will do!" She giggled.

Suzanne gave Brenda an obvious lookover and asked, "Is that why you're dressed like that?"

Susan added, "Yeah. I'm curious about that too. When we talked last time, you kept complaining about how you hate all the attention your body draws to you. Especially in the, uh, upper chest region."

Both women were referring to the fact that Brenda was wearing a stunning, expensive dress that showed off a lot of skin. In particular, it showed off a spectacular amount of cleavage, as well as side boob. The dresses Susan and Suzanne were wearing were quite modest in comparison.

Brenda waved a hand dismissively, causing her entire upper body to wobble dangerously. It was a very good thing she was sitting down. "Yeah, well, you know how it goes. You can't catch a big fish if you don't have good bait."

Suzanne asked, "Is that what you want, another big fish? A rich, powerful guy like your soon to be ex-husband?"

Brenda grimaced. "No! No way! Not that kind of big fish. I mean a HUNK! Some kind of guy who can really..." She paused and looked around. She hadn't been paying full attention, so she registered surprise to see that they were sitting alone in a room. But she quickly recovered, and continued, "Since we're talking in private, and you two are kind of like my new good friends, I'm just gonna come right out and say it: I want some kinda guy who can really..." - she took a deep breath that drew even more attention to her deep cleavage, and then declared - " ... FUCK!"

She petulantly folded her arms under her massive rack, causing her tits to bulge out even more. "There! I said it, and I don't care. 'Cos it's the truth!" Then in a brief moment of sober clarity, she remembered Susan's prudish reputation. "Sorry, Susan, for my language. I mean, uh ... well, you know what I mean. I need to get LAID! UGH! Gaawwwd, it's been a long time!"

Susan wasn't that offended, due to all the sexual changes in her life. She smiled and said, "That's okay. Believe me, I understand the feeling. Imagine what it must be like to be married to a man who lives overseas for eleven months out of the year. Year after year after year!"

"UGH!" Brenda groaned loudly. "I can't imagine. Oh! Poor you! And I thought I had it bad. How do you cope?!"

Susan wasn't sure how to answer that, given her recent secret activities with Alan.

Luckily, Suzanne saw Susan's problem and stepped in to say, "I'll field that, since Susan can be shy talking about that sort of thing. But you know how it is, Brenda. Us ladies have special friends who come in the night to visit. They're phallic-shaped and make a loud buzzing sound, if you know what I mean."

Brenda's eyes went wide as realization dawned on her that Suzanne was referring to a vibrator. Then she burst into laughter. "Oh yeah! Totally! Me too! And how. Oh my God! It comes in the night, and then I cum in the night, if you know what I mean!" She giggled some more.

Suzanne dutifully laughed along. "I get it. But it's not the same as the real thing, is it?"

Brenda felt so passionately about that that she started to rise out of her chair before she realized her balance difficulty and fell back into it. "NO! No way! Not even close! What I wouldn't give for a good, hard..." - she remembered Susan's supposed prudish sensitivity and stopped herself just in time. "Well, you can probably guess the rest."

Suzanne grinned. She wanted to encourage Brenda's speaking without restraint, so she said, "I think the word you're looking for there is 'cock.'"

Brenda gasped and then looked to Susan with concern.

Suzanne had explained to Susan in a private moment how she was hoping to learn more about Brenda's sexual nature this evening, and she'd asked for Susan's help as a confederate in that plan. She'd even made clear that she envisioned Brenda providing sexual assistance to Alan in some fashion. Much of the time, that idea would have bothered Susan, but she was still horny enough that it excited her instead. So Susan gamely replied to Brenda, "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm not made out of glass. I may not talk like that, but that's no reason why you and Suzanne shouldn't feel free to."

Brenda wobbled in her seat some, then steadied herself. "Oh. Good." She was going to take another sip of her wine, only to find that her hands were empty. "Hey. What happened to my wine?"

Suzanne said, "You lost your glass a while back." In fact, Suzanne had taken it from her and left it behind not long after they'd started walking to their private room. "But don't worry about it. We're all feeling pretty good anyway, aren't we? What do you need to get drunk for in the first place?"

Brenda turned sad and thoughtful. She admitted, "Liquid courage, I guess. To help me get a man."

Both Susan and Suzanne were shocked to hear that, and it showed.

Susan exclaimed, "YOU?! Why would YOU need courage?! You're so curvy and gorgeous that it's crazy! Even I get jealous about your looks!"

Suzanne huffed, "What she said! Seriously! Any man at this party isn't worthy to lick your toes! You don't need any kind of courage at all. I don't care if you're mute or have no charm whatsoever. All you'd need to do is snap your fingers and any guy will come running. Even most of the married ones!"

Brenda was still moody. "That's nice of you to say that. And I know you have a point. I guess I'm kinda sorta drunk, and I didn't mean to drink that much. But getting tipsy, well, I guess it just helps make things easier. I'm not used to just, you know ... looking to get laid. To be honest, it's been years since I've been in this position."

Suzanne carefully probed, "When we spoke at the card game, you mentioned that your husband had cheated on you, but that you weren't entirely blameless since you'd cheated right back."

Brenda let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah. That's true. I did. And I regret it. I was lashing out to make him angry. The funny thing is that I felt bad about it and never actually told him. But in any case, that was years and years ago, after I first found out he was cheating on me. But I stopped soon enough, since I decided I didn't want to sink to his level. But he still kept right on cheating!"

She sighed again. "Our sex life slowly sputtered to a halt after that. I did the bare minimum for him, and without any enthusiasm. I'm only putting myself out there now because the divorce is all over except for a few last legal snags. He's moved on with a new woman and he doesn't care if I know about it, that's for sure! And I'm so damn lonely. And HORNY! Why should I be the chump who suffers when it's his fault for ruining our marriage in the first place?!"

Suzanne could see that Brenda was starting to go from sad to angry. She knew that Brenda had a reputation as hot-tempered, and she didn't want her to get in a snit. So she said consolingly, "I understand where you're coming from. And you're right, there's no point in you honoring your marriage vows now, not unless you could get in trouble with the divorce."

Brenda waved a hand dismissively. "Nah. We had a pre-nup and we're pretty much sticking to that. Proof of cheating doesn't really dent it much. Heck, I wish it did, so I could sock it to him! But I couldn't anyway, because California is a no-fault-divorce state."

"Well, in that case, go for it! Have some fun! It sounds like you need it, and you certainly deserve it. But if you want my advice, I say don't bother yourself with the losers at this party."

"Oh?" Brenda looked up and around, only to remember they were alone in a room. Her drunkenness was wearing off some, but she was still out of it at times.

Suzanne was going on a hunch that Brenda was sexually submissive. She considered herself a good judge of character, and she'd gotten that vibe from Brenda from the very start. She hoped she was right, because it was a fairly crucial factor for her still-forming plans as to what to do with Brenda. "Yeah, forget these bozos. They're all faceless drones. They're like the salarymen of Japan, except they're the American version. Sure, they're rich, but they're all corporate tools. If you're out to marry for money, you couldn't pick a better crowd."

"HA!" Brenda spat bitterly. "Who needs money? If there's one thing I've got, it's money. And I honestly don't think it's made my life better. The last thing I need is another rich ass ... PRICK!"

Susan asked, "Then why look for a man at a party like this?"

Brenda shrugged sheepishly. "I dunno. I guess you gotta start somewhere, and this is the crowd I know."

Suzanne stated authoritatively, "Then you need a new crowd. You don't need a pin-striped drone. They've got no imagination. No sexual oomph. No PASSION! I'll bet I know exactly what you need." She purred suggestively in her sexy, scratchy voice, "You need a REAL man!"

Brenda was suddenly sitting up and giving Suzanne her total attention. "What do you mean?"

Suzanne decided it was time to test her theory that Brenda was sexually submissive. "You know, a man's man. One who isn't afraid of a REAL woman like you. And I'm not talking about bulging muscles, or a deep voice, or a square-set jaw, or any of that superficial crap. Given your great beauty, I'm sure you've discovered what I call the 'handsome man law.'"

Brenda just blinked. When no further explanation was forthcoming, she asked, "What's that?"

"The tendency that the more handsome a man is, the more full of himself he is. The real wet-your-panties kind of stunners are usually arrogant, macho pricks, who are more into themselves than they'll ever be into you. They usually suck in bed too, because they never had to struggle to please. Forget any oral loving from a guy like that! And it's usually the same for the well-hung men. Add the two together, and you're almost guaranteed to be disappointed."

Brenda grunted in agreement. "Ain't that the truth! But, then, what's a real man?"

Suzanne explained, "A real man has real passion, coming from inside. He's arrogant too, in a way, but it's different, because it's justified. He deserves to pat himself on the back because he knows exactly how to please a woman. In fact, he knows how to make her scream and cry and claw at the sheets until she just about passes out from too many orgasms! He's cocky and confident, but not an asshole. He knows what he wants and how to get it, and what he wants is YOU!" She grinned knowingly. "Am I on the right track?"

Brenda practically bounced in her chair. "Yes, please! More! Let's hear more of that!"

Suzanne grinned, because she already could sense her hunch about Brenda's submissiveness was right on. "He's charming and silver-tongued, but his words aren't just a bunch of bullshit. The flattery hits home because he really means it. He's always hot and horny for you, and a glance at his crotch will prove just how sincere that is! He's respectful and he'd never hurt you or even insult you. Yet he has a certain sort of ... how shall I say it?"

She pretended to consider for a moment. "He has a sort of natural commanding presence. He's friendly, yet somehow aloof too. He's a bit of a bad boy, but in a good-bad sort of way, if you know what I mean."

Brenda nodded eagerly.

Suzanne decided to push her hunch a little further. "There's something ... compelling ... about him. Like I said, he's not an asshole, and yet, somehow, you find yourself wanting to make him happy. To keep him sexually satisfied. He practically drowns you in so many screaming orgasms, so many mind-bending fucks, that you just can't help but want to give back and show your appreciation, show how much you treasure and adore him. Before long, you find yourself sucking his cock - pardon my language, Susan - practically all the time! Not because you feel grudgingly obliged to, but because you love doing it! It's like a ****, and you can't get enough! You find yourself doing crazy things for him. Dressing like a slut, acting like a slut, having sex in risky places. You feel ashamed and embarrassed, but the more you do it, the more hooked you get!"

Suzanne was keeping a close eye on Brenda's reaction. She was ready to tone things down if need be, but the way Brenda was eagerly nodding encouraged her to go still farther. "Eventually, you call yourself his slut, but you don't mind, because it's true: you ARE his slut! But that's not a bad thing. In fact, it's the best thing ever! The sex keeps getting better and better, because you've lost your inhibitions and he's lost his. He may not have the biggest cock, or the most handsome face, or the biggest muscles. But that doesn't matter, because your pussy is always sopping wet even before he slides his shaft into your tight slit, or your eager mouth, or your deep cleavage, or wherever the hell he wants to stick it in you. In your ass, even! It's good that he's in charge, because he knows what's best, and he knows EXACTLY how to drive you to the highest peaks of ecstasy, every single time!"

A sudden silence followed, as Suzanne finally decided to gauge Brenda's reaction. Actually, the pause wasn't so silent because all three women were panting hard. Susan loved Suzanne's "real man" description just as much as Brenda did.

Finally, Brenda recovered from her lusty shock and said, "My GOD! Suzanne! It's like you've just described my dream man! But such a man doesn't exist, except in fiction. And I know, because I've looked high and low."

Suzanne spoke confidently. "Oh, they exist. Believe me, I know, first-hand. It's just that they're very, very rare. But it's a tricky situation. The ones you think are like that are usually the macho assholes I mentioned before. It's the ones you don't expect who have the deep passion, the insatiable lust, the quiet confidence."

Brenda was indignant. "That sounds all well and good, but name me just one man. One man like that who's for real!"

Without thinking, Susan blurted out, "Alan!"

"Excuse me?" Brenda turned to Susan and looked at her with great skepticism. "Did you just say Alan, your son?!"

Susan sheepishly admitted, "I did. Suzanne and I have never talked about this 'real man' stuff before, and it just struck me like a bolt out of the blue that he fits that description like a hand in a glove!" But then she hastily added, "Of course, I don't know about all the sexual part of it first hand. I'm his mother! But the rest fits. And I have eyes and ears, and I see how he treats his, uh, his girlfriends."

Suzanne was secretly delighted. Not only had she all but confirmed Brenda was sexually submissive, she loved how Susan had swung the conversation around to Alan. Ha! Excellent. Alan could have the personality of a potato, and the looks of one too. It doesn't matter. All I have to do is get Brenda to think that he is the kind of guy I just described, and she'll be dying to at least try him out for a spin. Easy peasy!

Suzanne nodded with great seriousness. "It's true. I know you've met him, and you must be thinking that he's young, and he may not look all that much. But it's like I said, it's the ones you least suspect. The outer shell doesn't matter much; it's the heart and the mind, plus the burning loins. Most of all, it's the passion!"

Chapter 13

Then, knowing Brenda was hooked on wanting to know more about Alan, Suzanne abruptly changed the focus. "But let's not talk about him. I'm afraid he's already taken. Several times over, in fact. Brenda, what we need to do is find a guy like that who is closer to your age and interests and is ideal for you. I have some suggestions."

Brenda stood up and started pacing around, because she was so worked up. "Hold on. Not so fast. I appreciate that, but before we do that, I'd like to know a little more about Alan. Are you sure he's really like that? And if he is, how is that possible?! The problem is, I would imagine that any guy that sexually ... impressive would let success go to his head and soon turn into one of the macho asshole types you were just complaining about."

"That is the classic Catch-22," Suzanne said. "That's probably the main reason why guys like him are rarer than hen's teeth. But some guys just have a natural modesty, as well as some kind of innate ability to rock your socks off."

Brenda was pacing even more in agitation, going round in circles just outside their ring of chairs. "I can't believe it! Talk about cruel fate! He sounds ideal for me, and yet, Susan, he's your son! So close, and yet he's off limits. UGH!"

After more pacing, she stopped, then added sheepishly, "Truth be told, I kind of, ah ... sensed that about him when I met him last Wednesday. It was clear there was something special about him, some kind of ... I dunno ... sexual magnetism."

Actually, that wasn't entirely true. Brenda had been intrigued by Alan's brief appearance at the card game, but that was mostly due to the way Susan and Suzanne had subtly hyped him. But now she was seeing him from a new perspective, and she was imagining him to be some kind of sexual superman. She had been sexually frustrated for a very long time. He was a blank slate for her, one that she was already starting to fill in with fantasies of her ideal, dominating lover.

Suzanne sensed that a hard-to-get approach was the way to go, for the moment. So she sighed in sympathy. "Yes, sadly, he's not right for you. In another time, another place, he would be perfect, from what I gather about you. But he's taken, several times over, like I said. That's why we need to find you someone else along those lines, instead of one of the corporate drones downstairs."

She hesitated, and then decided to throw caution to the wind, "In fact, when I say Alan is taken, I know that for a fact, because, well ... truth be told ... I'm kind of ... one of his lovers."

"WHAT?!" Brenda practically exploded in shock. She stopped her pacing and stared at Suzanne in disbelief. Then she looked to Susan for confirmation. Susan didn't say anything, but the lack of a similar shocked reaction told her that it was true and Susan must be in the know.

Brenda pointed aggressively at Suzanne. "EXPLAIN!"

Suzanne said, calmly, "Sorry to shock you. But it's probably best that you know, since I'm hoping we'll become good friends, what with our planned weekly card games and so on. Like I said, and you noticed already, he's got tremendous sexual magnetism. Mind you, not in a blindingly obvious way. It's not like you'll drop your panties after just one smile from him. You have to really get to know him well first. Of course, I know him very well indeed, and one day it just dawned on me that he's one of those - the kind of vanishingly-rare 'real man' that I just described."

Brenda was bursting with curiosity. "So, then ... what happened?!"

"Well, I can't kiss and tell. But suffice to say that one thing led to another and we got..." - she glanced at Susan, as if for permission - " ... sexually intimate. And it was as great as I had hoped. Better, in fact! To be honest, I used to be like you. Until very recently, I thought such guys only existed in fiction. But now I know better. In fact, when I was describing my ideal 'real man, ' it was easy as pie for me because I was simply describing him."

"A-ha! I knew it!" That was Susan again. "See, Brenda? What did I tell you? No wonder he popped into my mind right away. It was him all the time!"

In fact, Suzanne didn't really have an idealized view of a "real man" like that, and instead she was trying to describe what she imagined would most tempt a submissive woman like she guessed Brenda was. However, Susan thought Suzanne was being completely sincere about this, and she was responding with total sincerity too. That made her all the more convincing.

Brenda was still reeling from the surprise. She stared hard at Suzanne. "So wait. You expect me to believe that a woman of your age, experience, and beauty is involved with a mere kid like him?! I don't care HOW sexually impressive you claim he is; he's still just a kid! In high school, no less! And he's your best friend's son! That's just crazy!"

Suzanne shrugged nonchalantly. "Think what you want. Believe what you want. It doesn't matter to me. Assuming, that is, that you understand that I'm sharing this in the strictest confidence and you won't tell anyone else about it."

"But of course. That goes without saying."

"Good. Now, enough talk about Alan already. Brenda, as I've been trying to say, I understand the kind of man you're looking for, and I think I know where you can-"

Brenda interrupted, "Wait just a minute! We can't switch the topic just like that! That would be as if you said, 'By the way, I sat next to Elvis Presley on a plane flight the other day. Turns out he's still alive. Whod'a thunk it? So what's up with you lately?' You can't change topics until you give a full explanation!" She was so worked up that she gesticulated wildly.

Suzanne chuckled. "Okay, fine. Now that I think about it, I suppose there's a few more things I can say. Maybe that'll put this issue to rest. For one thing, no, he hasn't gone all the way with me. Not yet. We only got sexually involved recently, after he'd turned eighteen. So, admittedly, some of what I said about my ideal 'real man' is speculation. But I think it's accurate, because we've done most everything short of that, and the sexual joy IS exactly as I described it! He makes me cum so often that sometimes I have to beg off because I simply can't take any more sexual ecstasy! And he can make me feel that way merely from me giving HIM a blowjob!"

Brenda's shock was subsiding, but she was still incredulous. "How can that be?! From a blowjob? Who even LIKES giving blowjobs?!" Her sour face showed her opinion on that.

Suzanne responded, "Hey, some of this is almost magical. It can't be explained. You have to experience it first-hand to truly understand. I'll bet you don't get much out of a titfuck either."

"No, I don't," Brenda replied, petulantly.

"Neither did I. All show, but not much spark. That is, until HE did it to me! Then it was nothing BUT sparks! I swear, the first time he fucked my tits, I nearly passed out! And when I craned my head down and licked his cockhead as it poked up through the top of my cleavage, I came so hard that I truly did see stars!"

In truth, Suzanne had enjoyed her sexual encounters with Alan, but not that much. She hadn't even taken part in a titfuck with him yet; she was taking some creative liberties in order to hype Alan to the max.

Brenda completely believed Suzanne despite not knowing her very well. That was mostly because she sensed how very honest Susan was, and Susan obviously believed the gist of Suzanne's account. But she asked, "How can that be?!"

Suzanne shrugged again. "Sex is a mysterious thing. Who could explain sexual attraction or sexual ecstasy to someone who's never felt it? In the same way, once you're with a man like Alan, you realize that everything you thought you knew about sex was wrong, or at the very least, incomplete. Brenda, I think you know me well enough to know that I'm a proud and dignified woman."

Brenda nodded.

"And yet, I call myself Alan's slut. Proudly! With my head held high! One of his sluts, I should say, because he has several. And I'm not going to hide behind false modesty. I'm a centerfold-worthy beauty, just like you are, and Susan is, for that matter. In fact, Playboy tried to recruit me back in college. But that's a story for another time. The point is, yes, I could pick from lots of other men, very impressive men, and I have in the past. But now I don't want any of them; I want Alan! And his other lovers, his other sluts, they're just as centerfold-worthy as I am."

"Busty!" That was Susan interjecting again.

"What was that?" Brenda asked.

"Sorry," Susan said sheepishly. "I was just thinking out loud again. 'Busty' came to mind. Because his lovers are not only all very beautiful, but they're all very busty too. He's quite a tit man, you see. It's really quite remarkable!" Actually, Susan was thinking mostly about herself and Suzanne, since she didn't know anything about his other lovers. But she was mindful of Suzanne's attempt to recruit Brenda to help Alan with his "medical problem," and she figured that by "accidentally" mentioning how endowed he liked his women, that would fire Brenda's desire.

It turned out she was right. Brenda thought, My God! That's doubly incredible! He sounds like my dream man, and I fit the profile of his dream woman perfectly! That's ... that's ... well, perfect! It's a shame Suzanne and his other sluts got to him first. Dammit! So frustrating, and yet so hot! Including the fact that they're called "sluts." Hell, even Suzanne freely calls herself one of his sluts! He must be something incredible indeed!

Brenda was lost in thought for nearly a minute. Somehow, she imagined herself lying naked in a huge bed. Alan was in the middle of it, and she was one of five or six gorgeous, voluptuous women lounging around him. Suzanne was one of them, and she and another unknown woman were taking turns bobbing on his erection. The others were mostly just caressing other parts of his body, or getting caressed by him or occasionally by each other. One woman was actually feeding him grapes from a bowl, as if he was a pampered emperor or sultan from ages past.

This vision fired Brenda's lust and made her entire body burn with need, because Suzanne was spot on about Brenda's submissive nature. In fact, Brenda was even more submissive than Suzanne had guessed. She had never acted on any of her deepest submissive desires, at least not yet. But the fact that those desires had been repressed for so long had caused them to grow until wild submissive fantasies were about the only kind of fantasies she had.

A polite cough from Suzanne made Brenda finally realize that there was an awkward silence. That caused Brenda to snap back to the present. She asked Suzanne, "How do you deal with the fact that he has these other lovers?" Then, as she thought about it, she got more indignant. "And how is that even possible?! He's still in high school! Where did he find all these beauties anyway?!"

Suzanne replied cautiously, "Here and there. You'll understand that I can't name names or details. And understand too that some of them are older, sometimes much older, like me. Very few women of high-school age meet his minimum standards of beauty, or of..." - she nodded significantly in Susan's direction - " ... bust size. Those are mere girls, not REAL women. But to answer your main question, of course it's frustrating having to share. But you learn to live with it. After all, he has a special sexual gift. It would be selfish of me not to let him share the joy with other deserving women."

Suzanne thought, Boy, I'm really ladling it on thick now. But Brenda seems to be intrigued, to say the least. I'll have to be careful though, or the gap between hype and reality will grow too great and shatter the illusion. Besides, there's a lot of truth to what I'm saying, and he does fit a lot of what a submissive woman like Brenda seems to want. The irony though is that he's kind of my creation too. Yes, he's becoming quite a sexually studly young man, and with multiple lovers to boot, but a lot of that's due to MY behind-the-scenes efforts! I'm going to have to speed up my efforts to turn him into the kind of man who can justify at least some of my hype.

Susan had been listening to Suzanne, so she nodded enthusiastically without really thinking about it. She wished she knew whatever Suzanne knew about Alan's other lovers. All she knew were that there were a lot of mysterious checkmarks on Alan's daily orgasm chart that weren't explained by her or Suzanne's help, and she knew that he wasn't masturbating anymore. She didn't realize that Suzanne was hyping Alan by hinting about impressive other lovers that she didn't really know anything about.

However, Brenda noticed Susan's enthusiastic nodding, and she had a realization. "HEY! Susan, you're nodding as if you're agreeing with that ... from PERSONAL EXPERIENCE! Furthermore, you fit his kind of woman to a tee! You're as busty and beautiful as a woman gets! You seem far too knowing and understanding about all this." She stood right in front of where Susan sat, then bent down until they were nearly nose to nose. "Tell me. Are you sexually involved with him too?!"

Susan tried to keep a poker face, but she caved in almost immediately. The guilt could be read clearly on her face, and the way she turned her head away was very telling. Figuring the gig was up, she muttered, "So ... so what if I am?"

Brenda gasped.

The words rapidly rushed out of Susan's confessing mouth. "How could I help myself?! It just ... kind of happened! He IS such an impressive young man! How could I resist?! Especially with his medical condition?!"

Suzanne was in total shock. Things happened too fast for her to do any damage control. When she heard Susan mention "his medical condition," she just slapped her own forehead in frustration and defeat.

Brenda stared hard at Susan's face from inches away. "Explain!"

Susan was starting to realize that she'd really screwed up, but it was too late to fix it now. She pleaded, "Promise not to tell anyone what I'm telling you? Ever?"

"I promise."

"He's an insatiable sex machine, just like Suzanne said. But it's an actual medical problem. He has to ejaculate many times a day or he's left in pain. Five, six, seven orgasms a day - that's normal for him."

Suzanne was relieved. Susan had censored her comment enough to avoid the medical diagnosis aspect, which was the part that Suzanne needed to keep secret since someone like Brenda might point out how laughably absurd the treatment was. In fact, Susan had luckily explained things in such a way as to further hype up his sexual prowess.

Susan hastened to add, "And I haven't really helped him that much. Since I am his mother, I try to limit myself to handjobs ... for the most part." She blushed.

Suzanne wanted to slap her forehead again. Trying to divert Brenda's attention from that comment, she blurted out, "I think it's important to mention the fact here that Alan is ADOPTED and eighteen! There's no real **** going on, or even anything illegal."

It was obvious that Brenda heard all that, but she acted as if she hadn't. She kept on staring at Susan, causing Susan to squirm and turn her head away. Then, finally, she exploded again. "'For the most part?!' What does THAT mean?!"

Susan winced, shutting her eyes tightly. "Well, I have helped him with my mouth sometimes too."

Brenda stood back up and shook her head in sheer disbelief. "Incredible! Incredible! Everything is just too incredible! And yet ... I believe it. All of it!"

Suzanne made a rash decision. Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! What to do now?! The cat is already out of the bag. Brenda knows about the **** and there's no plausible way to get her to un-know it! Short of maybe killing her, that is, but that isn't even an option. I'm a schemer, but an ethical one. Her knowledge of the **** could be very dangerous for everyone at the Plummer house. It could ruin us all!

But ... I've been scheming to get Brenda sexually involved with Sweetie anyway. If I could be successful with that, and not just as a one-time stand but a serious sexual connection between her and him, the **** revelation could actually turn out for the best. It could help bind her to us as one of our gang, and we wouldn't have to always be hiding the truth from her. Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good. The fact that my hunch is right, that Brenda is submissive, is a HUGE break! If I can get her to submit to him in some sort of fashion, then it naturally follows she'll be loyal to him and she'll guard our **** secret just as carefully as the rest of us would.

Which, I must admit right now, is not very well at all. Susan is terrible at lying. Even if she manages to keep her mouth shut, her face gives her away. But that's a problem to worry about later. The key thing is, I'm sort of halfway through seducing Brenda into our group. Now I have ****. It's all the way in, or disaster!

By now, thanks to all these sobering, shocking revelations, none of the women were even tipsy anymore. In fact, Brenda was wired with energy and didn't know what to do about it.

The three of them talked some more, but without saying much of anything. The problem was that Brenda was still so incredulous that she kept asking the same simple questions over and over again, even though she knew what the answer would be. For instance, she asked Susan about five different ways if she was REALLY sexually intimate with her own son, and of course Susan gave roughly the same answer every time.

After about five minutes of this, Suzanne spoke up. "Look. If I could make a suggestion here ... I think we're just spinning our wheels. Brenda, I think you're still in shock about this, and that's fully understandable. It's getting late, and we're getting tired. I say we call it a night. That'll give you a chance to sleep on it and digest this news. Tomorrow we can get together for coffee or something like that, and resume this talk with a fresh perspective. What do you say?"

Susan agreed to that. More crucially, Brenda did too. It was a well-timed suggestion, because Brenda truly didn't know what to say or even think, and she did need time to process things.

Their little group broke up shortly thereafter, after some awkward goodbye hugs and pecks. The party was coming to an end in general, since it was a Sunday night and even most of the rich guests had to work in the morning. Just before Brenda went her own way, Suzanne got her to repeat her promise that she wouldn't tell anyone else about this, ever.

Susan and Suzanne were mindful of being overheard, so they didn't talk any more about it until they were in Suzanne's car together and headed for home. (Ron had come in a different car so it was taken as a given he'd leave on his own too. They deliberately avoiding running into him on the way out.)

Susan started to apologize about revealing the **** secret. "I'm so sorry! So very, very sorry!"

Suzanne grumbled. "Please, don't get started. It happened, and it's too late to change that now. Of course I'm unhappy about it, but we'll talk about it tomorrow. Besides, it's not just your fault. I need to shoulder some of the blame for letting the situation develop that way in the first place."

After a long pause, a very worried Susan asked, "Are we ... are we all ... ruined ... now?!"

There was another long pause, then Suzanne replied, "No, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure we can sleep sound tonight. This is a case of the dog that didn't bark."

"What does that mean?"

"It's from a Sherlock Holmes story. He solves a case due to a dog that doesn't bark. A dog should have been there and should have barked, but it didn't, so that was the key clue that broke the case for him. With Brenda, sure, she was very shocked. But think about what she DIDN'T say, and how she DIDN'T act. There was no condemnation about how wrong it was, what a big sin it is, and so on. In fact, if you think about it, she didn't say a single word to that effect, did she?"

"My goodness, you're right! She didn't!"

"Think about how the old prudish you would have reacted, before you got your new, enlightened understanding about what **** really is. You would have had a complete conniption fit and damned everyone to Hell. Clearly, Brenda is looking at this in a very different way than that, and I think I know why. But it's just a theory, and that'll have to wait until tomorrow. The bottom line is, she's not going to call the police or do anything rash like that. She did explicitly promise to keep the news to herself. Our secret is safe with her - at least for now."

Susan held her hands together as if in prayer, and looked up to the sky. "Thank the Lord!"

"Tomorrow, we'll have to do whatever it takes to make sure our secret stays safe with her forever. Trust me, okay? I'm not going to let any harm come to you, no matter what happens. Even if she DID call the police or something along those lines, I'd somehow wiggle us out of it. That's what I do. I'm really good at scheming. So rest easy. Everything is going to be okay."

Susan had been sitting up stiffly, but she sat back in her car seat and let out a big sigh of relief. "Thank you for saying that. You're the best! Where would I be without you?"

When they got to their homes, both Alan and Katherine were already asleep in their beds. Ron was still at the party, but he returned a short time later.

Susan thought that she would be up half the night tossing and turning about Brenda knowing too much, but the opposite happened and she was dead asleep by the time Ron got home. Partly, she was emotionally and physically exhausted. Partly, the Brenda situation meant her head wasn't filled with lusty thoughts and fantasies about Alan, as had become the usual trend. But mostly she trusted Suzanne so implicitly that she felt no serious harm could happen to her or her loved ones as long as Suzanne said things would be okay.