A couple of minutes later, the phone rang. Brenda picked up her cell phone from where it lay on a counter just a few feet away from where she was working at the sink.
It was Susan, returning Brenda's call. She'd just got home from the planning meeting, and was still dressed in her formal outfit. "Hi Brenda. What's up?"
Brenda was delighted; there were few things she loved more than talking to Susan. Just hearing her voice made her horny (or in this case, hornier). "Mistress Susan! So good to hear from you! Boy, what a day today. Guess what I just doing right now?"
"What?"
"I was doing the dishes in the kitchen."
"Oh." That threw Susan for a loop. "Um, well, that's nice..."
Brenda laughed. "But that's not all. I'm naked! Totally gloriously butt naked, except for my high heels and collar, of course."
Susan perked up. "Oh! Wow! I can totally picture you." She longingly ran a hand over her bare neck. "You're so lucky. I wish Tiger would collar me-"
Brenda cut in. "But you can't picture me, because that's not all either! I'm splattered with my son's creamy sperm, from below my knees up to my NECK!"
Susan let out a high-pitched squeal. "Oh my God! Brenda! That's WONDERFUL! Tell me more! Are you your son's good and obedient big-titted sex toy mommy? Are you his sexy and stacked cum dump?"
"You know I am! And it's so great!"
Susan squealed again. "Tell me more!"
Brenda was about to launch into a big explanation, but then she caught herself. She looked around for Anika, and was surprised not to see any sign of her. She sighed. I've got to control my own libido sometimes. She steeled her resolve, and took some deep breaths. Then she continued into the phone more calmly, "I will. But later. Before I get too horny, I could use your advice, Mistress."
Susan tried not to let her disappointment show, and replied brightly, "Sure. Is it about Suzanne's no touching ban?"
"It is. I don't know how I'm going to make it to the evening! I feel like I'm losing my mind! Up until a little while ago, Aidy and I had been dealing with it by avoiding each other. But we met in the kitchen, and well, one thing led to another... I don't know. I've been fearing the slippery slope, and losing all control. Tell me, what did you do during those long weeks before Master Alan properly dicked your cunt? How did you bear the long waiting?"
Susan replied, "Well, it's not like I didn't know you then. We were already talking on the phone quite a lot, don't you remember? And talking about it helped. But mostly, I focused on what I could do and blocked out the forbidden as much as I could. For instance, instead of thinking about how needy my cunt was, I'd think about my son's horse cock, and imagined it sliding down my throat again."
Brenda let out a lusty squeak.
"I'd break out my dildo and practice sucking on it. Sometimes, I'd keep it in my mouth for an hour or two or MORE, imagining I was giving my Tiger a long and loving stealth suck. It wasn't so bad, because he'd come home before long, and I really would find myself on my knees, with his hands kneading my fat, milky tits and his long and thick slab of dominating man meat in my hands, burning my skin with-"
"Stop!" Brenda suddenly exclaimed. "Sorry, Mistress Susan, but this isn't helping. It's just getting me even MORE horny. My thighs are soaked already, and there are fresh gushes pouring out..."
"Mmmm! Yummy!" Susan giggled, but then said, "Sorry."
Brenda sighed. "I don't want to disobey Mistress Suzanne. That's the problem. I spin out of control so easily! But on the other hand, how can I say 'no' to my Pooh Bear? He's just so adorable, and he was wearing these cute jammies with his hard cock poking out the front. How can I resist that?"
Susan started to disrobe as she replied enthusiastically, "You can't! Good mommies don't say no to their sons. Ever!"
"They don't? What do they say?"
"Well, it depends on the situation. You might say, 'Deeper! Fuck me deeper!' Or 'Take my ass!' That's one of my favorites. Or 'Cum on my face!' I love that one, too. There are so many delightful possibilities. But you never say 'no.' You are his sperm dump. In your case, you're his only sperm dump, and you should take special pride and pleasure in that fact."
"I will be, starting tonight, believe me." Brenda replied happily, "But what about this ban until then? What about obeying Mistress Suzanne?"
"Hmmm. I agree that's important. But that's why you have Anika, right? Let HER say no. Good mommies have NO willpower when it comes to their sons and their insatiable cocks. Good mommies say YES every chance they get! Good mommies get naked and get fucked!"
Susan had managed to strip down to her garter belt and stockings by now, and was extremely aroused already. She added in a husky and lust-filled voice, "Tell me more about what you're wearing!"
Brenda replied uncertainly, "I told you that already, didn't I? I'm wearing nothing but a collar and high heels. And if I could have my way, I'd never take them off, ever! They make me feel so sexy!"
She thought about her collar being a symbol of her submission and slavery to Alan, and that made her feel a bit guilty because her mind had been totally focused on Adrian up until Susan's call. She looked around furtively for any sign of Adrian, or Anika for that matter. "Just a minute."
She wandered around a bit while still holding the phone to her ear. She found Adrian were she'd left him, sitting at the dining room table. But he was slumped over the table with his head resting on his arms, obviously sleeping off his orgasm. She kept wandering, and found Anika back in her chair in the living room, still folding clothes.
Anika looked up and wagged a chiding finger, no doubt disapproving of the cum all over Brenda's body. But she didn't say anything, especially since she saw Brenda was on the phone.
Finally, Brenda went back to where she'd started. She fingered her collar. I love this, I absolutely love it! I'm so proud and so lucky to be my master's slave. I've never been happier, or felt more fulfilled. But if my Pooh Bear were to learn who gave it to me and what it means... She shuddered, trying to brush that thought away.
Susan grew tired of waiting, and asked, "Brenda? You still there?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was just checking to make sure we could talk in private. Um, since I'm just wearing the heels, you want to talk about them?"
"Oh, girl, you know I LOVE to talk heels. It's funny - a couple of months ago, I thought high heels were 'whorish,' but now I could talk about 'em for hours! But no, I wasn't talking about the collar or the heels. I want to hear more about the OTHER thing you're wearing!" Figuring Brenda might not catch her drift, she added, "Hint, hint." Then she took an audible sniff, and let out a happy moan.
"Oh. THAT!" Brenda chuckled. "Sure! I'd love to tell you all about THAT! He gave me a lovely pearl necklace, and it's dripping down my big tits. Frankly, I love it more than if it was a real necklace!" She took a deep sniff. "Mmmm! It smells so good! It's the smell of a potent and virile man!"
Susan interjected, "I love that smell! As you know, my entire house is pretty much filled with that smell of spermy goodness. That's a big reason why I'm in a constant state of heat. It's such a bummer to go outside."
Brenda replied, "Yeah, well, we're working on it here, but given how big my mansion is, Aidy is gonna have to cum over and over and over before we make a dent in the smell of this place." She chuckled.
Susan also chuckled. "Oh, poor you! I'm sure you'll suffer terribly as he covers every last inch of your skin with his creamy goo!"
Brenda beamed as she envisioned that kind of future. "Yeah, well, he's started already. He managed to talk me out of my clothes and then shot a big sticky load of cum all over me. I've got so many long pearly streaks. There's even some dripping down to my pussy!" Of course, Adrian didn't talk Brenda out of her clothes at all, but in her overheated state, it seemed that way to her.
Susan said gleefully, "That's the thing about sons. They're too clever! They have so many sneaky ways to talk us busty mommies out of our clothes, and what can we do about it?"
"Nothing!" Brenda triumphantly replied. "Nothing except admit defeat, drop to our knees, and start sucking!"
"Exactly!" Susan giggled some more. "And then walk around naked, wobbling on our high heels, ready and eager to get him stiff and throbbing again!" But then she added with a touch of caution, "Did he touch you?"
"No. It was a close thing, but no." She decided not to mention the brief footjob, especially since it was so brief and she was the one touching him for that. "His cum doesn't count as touching, right?"
"Of course it doesn't! That's where ALL of his cum belongs. On YOU! I don't care what rules Suzanne gave you, that's a rule I'm giving you! It's NEVER wrong to be painted in your son's jizz!"
"Thanks." Brenda actually felt a lot better after getting that stamp of approval. She crowed, "I'm glad you approve, because he sure did cover me!" She looked around and then whispered just to make sure no one would overhead her. "It was such a big load, it was positively Alan-esque!"
"Wow! What an impressive young man you have. I especially love the part about how he talked you out of your clothes. That's what sons do! Resistance truly is futile for sexy mommies like us. What chance do you have as a big-titted mommy, against a clever, hard-cocked son like that? It's not a matter of how smart you are, or how strong you are, a good mommy can't say 'no' to her son's throbbing hot cock! I'm so PROUD of him, painting you so thoroughly. He's going to grow up to be a terrific mommy tamer."
"You think?" Brenda frequently worried that Adrian was too timid and submissive.
"I know it! Just talking about it has brought back all kinds of heart-warming and cunt-heating memories of how Alan tamed me, one hole at a time. My fingers are getting really squishy, if you know what I mean!"
Brenda looked down at her own fingers. She was awkwardly holding the phone by trapping it between her head and her shoulder, freeing up both of her hands to play with her pussy and clitoris. Three of her fingers were sliding in and out of her tight, molten-hot slit.
"I do," she replied. "My fingers are busy too. I absolutely LOVE talking to you on the phone. But I don't know if my Aidy is really that relentless. He's still so shy. The truth is, he didn't really talk me out of my clothes so much as I took them off myself."
"A-ha! That just proves how clever he really is! He doesn't have to do it with words, you know. A sad puppy dog look, or a lusty look imploring you to strip - that's how they get you."
"Hmmm. That's true," Brenda realized out loud. "He did just kind of stand there with his big boner clearly outlined for me to see."
"A-ha! See what I mean? Clever! A good son or master instinctively knows how to get his big-titted mommy sex slave naked and on her knees, with her hands tied behind her back, a flaming red spanked ass, and a huge cock stuffed down her throat! That's our lot in life, Brenda. It really is!"
"Oh Gaaawwwd! Susan, I'm gonna cream!"
"So do it! Do it! I'm gonna cream too! Let's do it together!"
"Okay!" Brenda's fingers were a blur, flying in and out of her drooling gash.
"Think of tonight!" Susan screamed into the phone. "Think about Aidy taking you, taming you, a big hard COCK splitting your pussy, filling you! THICK huge log driving, driving! Deep and hard! SON COCK!"
"Oh! Oh! OOOH! AAAAAIIIIEEEE!" Brenda dropped the receiver in her excitement, since she hadn't been properly holding it for a while now, she was so busy masturbating. She'd already started climaxing from her pumping finger action, but then she touched her clit again and took her orgasm to an even higher and more prolonged level.
As she started to come down, she remembered the cum on her chest, and then scooped up a streak of cum and shoved it into her mouth. That brought her senses of smell and taste into the picture, and triggered a new round of intense pleasure that sent new shivers up and down her spine.
Not that many minutes before, it had been her son staggering around the kitchen as if too drunk to walk, but now it was her turn to stagger about in the exact same manner.
Finally, panting and sweaty, she sat on the floor near the phone and picked it up. She gasped out, "Mistress? ... Susan? ... You still... there?"
Susan laughed with joy for her friend. "Yep. I am. Sounds like you had an even better time of it than I did. So how's Aidy doing? Is he up and ready to take more advantage of his cum dump mommy?"
She responded, "Please don't ask me. That would require me standing up and walking to check, and I just don't have the strength."
Susan chuckled. "I know the feeling. I like to think of that as my 'good mommy' reward. So would you say you're pretty much fucked out for a while?"
"Oh, definitely! ... Wait! You did this on purpose, didn't you? You made me cum hard. Now that I'm sexually satiated, I don't have to worry about flinging myself at my son. Well, not for a little while, anyway."
"Yeah, that was my plan," Susan happily admitted. "But then again, when was the last time we talked on the phone and we didn't both cum? So it was gonna happen. But orgasms are good and healthy."
Recovering a bit more, Brenda said, "I love you, Susan. My beautiful and wonderful mistress. It's like, you and I, we're on the same wavelength. I wish there was some way I could have reached through the phone to hold your hand as we came together. I've been so tense. Restless all night. But after a great cum like that, I feel reborn. But what about this ban? I still have the whole afternoon to go."
"Well, it's really up to you, and more importantly, up to Aidy. Remember, your role is to serve and obey. Saying no, that's Anika's job. Try not to resent her for it, because she's doing you a huge favor, and even giving you what you need most of all. She's giving you the freedom to submit fully to your desires. And to your son. If Aidy wants to dump load after load of gloriously sticky cum on your face and chest between now and then, let him! Or if he wants to hold out some so he'll have more bullets left in his sperm gun when he hoses you down from the inside out tonight, let him do that. Remember HE's the man of the house now. And keep Anika close so she can get in the way if the two of you start to touch. That way, you don't need to fret. Just... give in! Surrender! And leave all the fretting to her!"
Brenda felt like she'd just had an epiphany. "Oh my God! It's so easy! I've been so miserable since dinner last night, trying to resist, trying to deny my desires. Instead, I should have let Aidy repeatedly paint my face. That's not touching. That's just... joy."
"You got it!" Susan said gleefully. "There's no greater joy than the joy of complete submission. Most of the time, I don't have a care in the world. My big-dicked man of the house takes care of everything, and Suzanne helps me too. All I have to do is make sure his balls are churning and unloading into either me or somebody else. It's so easy. My life is a dream come true. And soon yours will be too."
"It is already," Brenda replied honestly. "Between Aidy and Alan, it's like a double dream come true."
"I can believe it."
Hesitantly, Brenda dropped her voice and said, "But, I... I don't know if he's ready to be 'man of the house' yet. He's younger and less mature than Alan. He's not really a take charge kind of guy."
"Don't worry, he'll grow into it, as he grows into you. And we'll help every step of the way. I'm sure that once he bangs his mommy, his confidence is going to double overnight. I'd love to talk you through a few more orgasms, but unfortunately I've gotta get ready for this football game I was telling you about yesterday. Angel is already standing here impatiently tapping her foot, and I've got to shower again, dress again, re-lube my asshole, and all kinds of things. But did I take care of your worries?"
"Definitely. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
After Brenda hung up the phone, she thought, That's funny. When I called Susan, I'd expected her to offer some advice on how to resist temptation. After all, she'd gone most of the weekend without cumming before her first intercourse with Alan. But I like this 'just give in' advice so much better! I don't have to wait anxiously for tonight. There's so much fun Aidy and I can have until then, even without touching.
She stood up and looked down at the tile floor, and specifically at the large pool of cum she'd created where she'd been standing most of the time. Hmmm. I'm gonna have to get a mop for that. Then she walked to the next room and looked towards her son. "Son? Son? Pooh Bear?"
He stirred, opened his eyes, and lifted his head. He was barely awake, but he was suddenly jolted into full alertness just like he'd been repeatedly slapped in the face, because his eyes locked on her cum-drenched chest.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again. "Oh my God! Did I do that? I DID! I did!"
She walked around the counter and straight towards him. "Hi, Son." She shot him a sultry look that nearly knocked him over. "You sure did! I was just talking to Mistress Susan on the phone and telling her what a very impressive mommy tamer you are. How are you feeling? Feeling better? Do you want to rest a little more, or do you want to come out and play?"
He looked over her nude body from head to toe and just gulped.
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