6 Times a Day



Around the time the Plummer family started enjoying themselves, Suzanne was in her kitchen making dinner when she got a phone call from Brenda.

The ultra-busty submissive sounded very urgent. "Suzanne! I'm so glad I could reach you. I know it's not my place for someone as lowly as me to ask a favor from someone as mighty as you, but I could really use your help. Right away."

Suzanne looked around the kitchen. Her hands were messy as she and Amy were in the middle of cutting vegetables. "I'd love to help, but I'm kind of in the middle of something. Preparing dinner, actually. There's a lot of very important things happening this evening so your timing isn't very good. What is it?"

"It's about Adrian. I'm having all kinds of trouble, you know, with the program of events you wanted me to start. I need your advice!"

She paused, then whispered into the phone, "Mistress." Adrian was taking a nap last she'd checked, and she assumed he still was, but now that the video monitors had been installed all over the house she couldn't be completely sure if she was being overheard or not.

Brenda's mansion was only a mile or so away from the street where the Plummers and Pestridges lived, in an even more exclusive part of that neighborhood, so Suzanne decided to speak to Brenda in person. She left Amy to finish preparing dinner and made arrangements to eat at Brenda's house instead. She ruefully thought that she'd missed dinner at her own house so often lately that her son Brad would hardly notice her being gone one more time. (She only cared for her son and how absent she'd been from his life, and gave little thought to missing or disappointing her husband Eric. In her mind, she was as good as divorced already even though she hadn't lowered the boom on him yet.)

Suzanne showed up at Brenda's door a few minutes later. She wore a lime green bathing suit underneath her outfit, since Brenda had asked her to dress that way. Brenda wore a more revealing blue bikini.

The reason for the bathing gear soon became clear. Brenda led her right through the house to her vast back yard.

As the two of them stripped down to their bathing suits and sunglasses, Brenda commented, "Mistress, you certainly seem especially happy today. Any special reason?"

"Oh, nothing special. I was just thinking on the way over about divorcing my husband. As you know, we've been divorced in all but name for years. But I want a real divorce so I can belong 110 percent to Alan. I've been thinking about what I'd tell him if that happened: 'Son, my divorce was finalized today. Now your mother belongs to you, only you, forever and ever."

Brenda's eyes lit up upon hearing that. "Oh, Mistress! That's soooo hot! And then think about how he'd reward you, because a good master rewards his slaves. Why, I bet he'd rip your clothes off and fuck you where you stood, wherever it was! Maybe he'd even fuck all three of your holes and your tits, just to confirm his total ownership over you!"

Suzanne was conflicted. On one hand, Brenda's submissive talk kind of annoyed her. She certainly didn't think of herself as one of Alan's slaves. She preferred the term "nympho." But she couldn't really chastise Brenda about it, since there was no doubt Alan was the master of the harem and she was his slave in at least some sense of the word. Besides, she had been thinking quite a lot on the way over about how Alan would reward her upon hearing her divorce news, and she really liked Brenda's reward suggestion. So she wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that.

She finally commented, "Brenda, you're sounding more like Susan every day. You're even using her 'so hot' catchphrase."

"That's probably because we talk on the phone so much every day. It's like we're both addicted to the phone sex. I love her so much. I know I haven't known her long, but I feel like she's the sister I never had. Besides, 'so hot' is just so... right. Can you deny that it would be extremely hot to have Master fuck you for hours and hours, filling your every hole?"

Suzanne grinned. "You got me there. But what am I doing out here?"

"Oh! Let's go into the hot tub. It's a good place to talk. This way, please."

Before long, they both dipped into the hot tub. In keeping with the Hunter estate's opulence, it was no ordinary hot tub but rather a surprisingly large body of water surrounded by rocks, which was in turn framed by a Japanese garden complete with gazebo. It seemed more like a Japanese natural hot spring than a mere hot tub.

Suzanne said as she settled into the water, "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I love the hot, bubbly water. But is there any special reason why we couldn't just talk in your living room?"

"Yes, Mistress. That new video surveillance system of yours. It's both a blessing and a curse. I think Adrian is still napping and my maid Anika is keeping an eye on him just to be sure, but I thought this would be the safest bet. As you know from today's installation, practically the whole house is covered with video monitors, but the outside isn't at all. He may be able to see us from his balcony, but there's no way he can hear us above the churning water unless we shout." She made a significant look at a second story balcony about one hundred feet away.

Suzanne saw that the drapes on the balcony were closed, and felt reassured. Not only did she not want to be heard by Adrian, but she didn't want to be ogled by him either. As far as she was concerned, Alan was the only one who had ogling rights. "Ah. Good thinking. So, what's up? I hope you didn't bring me here to gush about cocksucking, titfucking, and fucking our... Alan. As much as I love to do that, I'm a busy woman. I really should be home cooking dinner."

"I wish it was just that, but unfortunately this is serious business. It's this seduction plan, Mistress. I'm screwing it all up. I can't do anything right!" She agonized, "The problem is that I get so excited! I just want to up and get fucked by him already! This whole mucking about with teasing... Why do I have to wait another minute to feel his hot pole sliding in and out of me? It's so aggravating! In fact, with the way I behaved today, it's a near thing my son still has his virginity. You wouldn't believe what I did..."

She started telling Suzanne everything that had happened since Adrian came home. She explained the rectal thermometer story, but that wasn't all. After that incident was over, Anika had strongly recommended that Brenda stay away from Adrian, because Brenda's climax in the bathtub had seemingly only whetted the buxom woman's already voracious sexual appetite. Now that Brenda had gotten over her initial nervousness about seducing her son and adjusted to her new role, she was like a cat in heat. She was so aroused that she could hardly stand in a hallway without rubbing her crotch against a doorframe.

So Brenda had followed Anika's stern advice and stayed away from her son for the next couple of hours. But thanks to the newly installed video system, she didn't have to be anywhere near Adrian to have her fun. She spent the rest of the afternoon cavorting around in her bedroom, wearing little to nothing, bending and preening and jiggling. Her thin excuse was that she was going through her old clothes, trying them on one by one and then throwing them into "keep" and "throw away" piles.

She knew Adrian was in the monitoring room next to his room, jacking off the entire time. She knew this quite well because she alternated her teasing with trips to her walk-in closet (out of view of Adrian's cameras), where she could monitor a camera of her own pointed right at where he sat in the monitoring room. She'd frig herself until she came watching her son cum, then she'd go back out to her bedroom and cavort around some more, starting the process all over again. This happened three times, and would have kept going indefinitely except that finally Adrian was too exhausted to masturbate anymore. He went back to his room and collapsed.

Brenda explained this to her mistress, using enough detail to get both of them quite aroused. For instance, when she described the first time she watched him cum on video, she said, "So there he was. I knew he was going to blow any second, thinking of me! His mother! But when he came I think he was even more surprised than I was. He let out a little yelp - great sound system, by the way - and his cum flew straight up - up, up, up and up, aaaalmost hitting the ceiling, then came down and hit him in the face and chest! Some of it almost landed in his mouth, which was hanging wide open in surprise. It was so beautiful! I only wish it could have splattered all over me instead."

She practically swooned as she continued, "What I wouldn't give to feel that hot jism course through his cock, and feel the pressure as it rocketed past my tiny grip and covered me in a pearl necklace. Oh, and then when he was done he moaned out loud, 'Momma, Momma, what have I done?' That's my favorite part! He tries so hard to be a good boy, but he just can't help his incestuous urges to drill his helpless, big-breasted momma and fill her every hole to overflowing with tasty spunk! So naughty!"

She could have continued like that indefinitely.

Suzanne was enjoying it and getting quite flushed, but she felt bad and disloyal from getting aroused talking about some male other than her own son Alan. Plus, time was pressing, as she had to get back home soon. So, after only a couple of minutes, she cut her off and told her to skip to what kind of help she needed.