Chapter 954 Massage For Brenda ['Brian Zhao' Sponsored]

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That gave Alan a much needed respite, a chance to get a real second wind. Phew! What a dynamo. Her enthusiasm - normally I'd say it's overpowering, but really it just gets me as lusty and raring to go as she is. I love it!

She came back in a couple of minutes later, turning the overhead light on along the way. Not only had she used the toilet, but she'd combed her hair, wiped her skin clean, and even added a little perfume.

She walked across the room, sashaying her hips in the exaggerated fashion Suzanne had recently taught her. She hopped up on the bed and continued talking right where she'd left off. "You know, one thing I think about a lot is that time when you told me how you fantasized going to school with your cock still in my cunt. I always imagine you and I walking everywhere like a giant, four-legged crab creature, as you keep your cock in my cunt forever."

He thought, I would have never, ever thought my mother would love sex so much. Does she maybe even love it a little too much? How can I keep up with her "fuck crab" fantasies? On the other hand, I'm just about as obsessed. What's the word for a male nympho?

She sat up over him and straddled his hips, before rising up to pull his raging boner into position. Once done, she lowered her pussy down onto his stiffness. "Mmmm. Like this. This is how good mommies should always be: getting royally reamed by their sons."

As soon as she was settled on his stiff prick, she wiggled her hips and squeezed her vaginal muscles a couple of times, and then said, "But don't stop your story just on account of little old me." She winked. "I hope you don't think I'm distracting you."

"Just a tad!" He thought back and remembered how he'd been talking about his sexual frustration during the hiking trip. "All right. I'm going to finish this story up reaaaallllly quickly, just to prove that I can. Don't start bouncing yet."

"You mean you don't want your mommy to raise and lower her hips over your cock, causing you to drive deeper and deeper into her hot and needy insides?"

"Um, er, yeah."

"Okay." She giggled with glee. Any reminder that she was having sex with her son made her feel like she was on cloud nine. "But what if I do this?" She began her pussy squeezing again.

He chose not to verbally respond to that, but just try to get through the rest of his story as fast as possible. "I was in the middle of camp, and unfortunately didn't have any loving mommy to spread her legs for me. My dick was seriously starting to hurt and my balls were expanding like balloons. But more than that, I was practically having an existential crisis. Had I gone mad? How could an ordinary teenager like me have my own harem right in the middle of boring Orange County? Was it really possible that I was about to fuck my own mother?"

She raised up on his erection and answered, "Tiger, we're very real. I'm real. Here. Put your hand here and feel your penis sliding in and out of me. Isn't that real?" She lowered back down. And then back up. Soon she wasn't squeezing anymore, but just flat out fucking.

He started talking even faster, eager to end the story. "Yeah, of course. I love you so much, and I love what we're doing. I'm just saying sometimes it's hard to fathom all these changes. I wondered: how could I be so different from all these other scouts? Why did the fates pick me, of all people? Even now I don't understand and usually I try not to think about it, and just accept it."

She bounced up and down on his "mommy-splitter" as she listened. Her tits started flying around wildly, periodically crashing into each other.

He loved to watch freely swinging boobs so much that the sight almost distracted him from his story as much as the fucking did.

While frantically bouncing, she managed to blurt out, "Remember ... the Big Tits ... Theory!"

He closed his eyes and suddenly had visions of an endless series of heartbreakingly beautiful big-titted nymphos bouncing up and down on his dick. His mother morphed into Xania, then Suzanne, then Heather, then Brenda, then someone he didn't know, and more and more bodies and faces, changing faster and faster. Tits flew around in circles with bewildering speed. He felt strongly tempted by Susan's Big Tits Theory, the idea that he was a naturally superior master and such women existed only to please him. The "Bad Alan" was rising within him.

But he opened his eyes and shook it off. There was "only" his mother fucking him after all. He fought against the desire to be controlling, demanding, and abusive, and focused on how much he loved and adored her as a person and not just a sex object. It wasn't easy, because she was acting like a creature of pure lust who craved to be treated like a sex object. She happened to be in the middle of a sexual frenzy since she was doing all the work while he just lay there and enjoyed it.

He said in the calmest voice he could conjure, "Mom, your theory is absurd. You know that. It brings out my worst tendencies..." His voice trailed off because he was overcome by the sight of her bouncing on his hard shaft like a pogo stick. He thought, Screw the story. Screw Mom instead!

After a couple of minutes, she grew increasingly hot and bothered. She concentrated on her pleasurable bouncing and didn't say a thing, until she cried out all of a sudden, "Fucking! ... It's so good! ... I'm going to cum!"

That set off his alarm bells. He commanded, "STOP!"

She looked at him with shock, and slowly bounced to a halt. She remained impaled on his member and asked, "What?" Sweat poured down her everywhere while he remained relatively calm. However, he was still sweaty from before, since he hadn't cleaned up like she had.

He stated firmly, "Remember, you can only cum when I tell you. When you're ready to start fucking again, tell me, and you can."

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" He noticed she hadn't even caught her breath yet.

"Very. I was bad there... but I'm in control now."

"Okay. But warn me like that if you're getting close. Meanwhile, take it slow and I'll finish my story. If I have to stop my story, that means you're fucking too much."

"Yes, sir!" She saluted him, and then giggled. Her bouncing was in fact slower now as she hung right on the edge of another climax.

So he gamely soldiered on with his story, mostly to keep her in check so he could have a comparative break and hold back from cumming. "I was having this crisis of doubting reality, like I said. I went to my backpack after dinner. I figured you'd buried some extra special yummy treats in there, like you always do. And you did, of course. You're the best mom ever, even in those rare moments lately when you aren't giving me your body to enjoy. But what else did I find down there, but a really good drawing of Amy, obviously drawn by her! I was totally blown away. It made me so happy."

Susan just "mmmm"-ed and bounced. She loved riding him in a sitting position.

He paused, then said, "Wait. Did you hear that?"

"What?" She was too busy impaling her pussy on his thick cock to pay much mind to anything else, though she caught that he'd enjoyed the snacks she'd packed. She was riding him slowly just as he'd asked, but she was also taking the time to go as deep as possible. She twisted and ground her hips each time, making sure his penis always hit her cervix as she fucked him. She was only half-listening to his story.

But he was thinking about the sound he'd heard. "It sounded like a distant scream. A really loud, high-pitched scream... Specifically, an Amy scream." He paused. "Yeah, that's Amy, all right. I hear her coming now."

Ever since Alan and Susan started fucking a couple of hours earlier, Brenda and Amy had stayed in the basement video monitoring room. First Katherine had gone upstairs, and then after a great threesome where Amy and Suzanne mostly focused on pleasuring Brenda, Suzanne had gone upstairs too.

Brenda and Amy were left to themselves. Nothing was happening on the video monitor since Alan and Susan were sleeping. Brenda couldn't go upstairs because Alan wasn't supposed to know she was in the house, so Amy felt obliged to keep the new house-maid company.

But they hardly knew each other. They'd played strip poker games together, but hadn't really talked one on one much. So there was an awkward silence right after Suzanne left. Brenda took her maid duties very seriously, and even though she was drenched in pussy juice and sweat, she started cleaning up from the three-way orgy. They'd fucked with such abandon that they'd knocked over a bowl of pretzels, some drinks, and a few other things. She put her maid uniform back on over all her cum stains (which she wore like a badge of honor) and started picking things up.

Amy just watched Brenda cleaning for a minute or two and then flopped down nude on a nearby sofa. She said, "I don't get it."

Brenda assumed an attention position, now that she was being addressed. Since she'd been kneeling, she chose what she called the "tits thrust out, on my knees" position, her personal favorite. "You don't get what, Mistress Amy?"

"Awww, you can relax. Don't get all stiff-backed and extra-busty on my account. And you don't have to call me that. I like Amy. Or Aims. That's cool, now that Alan calls me that in front of Susan."

"Yes, Mist... Yes, Amy." Brenda reluctantly resumed cleaning instead of staying at attention, because her mistress told her to.

Amy furrowed her brow. "I don't get your whole attitude. I mean, what's with this whole slave thing? Practically everyone here seems into it except my mother Suzanne. And even she gets into the swing of it a little bit sometimes." She kicked up her legs and lay stretched out on the sofa.

"You get into it too, don't you?" Brenda asked while she picked up items on the floor.

"Yeah, I guess. But, I mean, I'm just playing around. I just like to go with the flow and have fun, and that stuff makes everybody happy. It's funny, though. I wasn't that big on him cumming on my face at first, and I wasn't crazy about high-heeled shoes either. But now I really like both those things, especially when he shoots all over my face. It just feels kinda... naughty. But I don't really know how much of a natural master Alan is, though everyone seems so convinced... Is this slave-y stuff just a game to you?"

"No, my Mist... Amy. It's not my role to convince you about these things. But I'm sure you'll find out on your own exactly what he means to you. I know where I stand - or maybe I should say kneel - and I love it!"

"But what about some explanation for why everyone digs that kind of stuff? Since you're the most into it, maybe you can best explain it to me."

Brenda paused, and thought. "It's hard to explain in words. I think either you're that way or you aren't. It's like tomatoes. I really hate them, and I can't possibly understand why anyone else would like them."

"I'm like that with smelly cheese. Oh, and Brussels sprouts. But I totally love mangos!"

"Yeah, well how can you explain why you like something or you don't? Sometimes you just feel that way. It just is. And recently I discovered my true nature. It just is, and I have to accept it. My role is to serve. To serve the Plummer family."

"But how can I relate to that? I want to, like, get to know you, now that we're so intimate. But I totally can't relate when you're all slave-y."

Brenda thought some more, then said, "That's true, but you can relate to physical pleasure, can't you? You and I have a great love of sex, so we can share that. For instance, didn't you like spanking my butt earlier today?" She bent over as she said this to pick up some pretzels, deliberately exposing most of her ass cheeks underneath her skimpy maid uniform. That also drew Amy's attention to just how red her ass was.

Amy said, "Yeah, but speaking of that spanking, wow! Your butt is on fire! Here. Take off that silly maid uniform and lie down on the bed." (They had brought a mattress down to the basement earlier in the day in anticipation of having comfortable sex while watching Alan and Susan on video.) She sat up. "I'll give you a massage."

Brenda's butt was hurting, but she said, "No, you don't really have to do that. After all, I'm just the maid now."

"Pshaw! Maid schmaid. Your ass hurts. Get on the bed, silly." Amy treated people as individuals of equal inherent worth, without giving much weight to their status or rank.

Brenda allowed herself to be talked into it. "Well, I did get four spankings in one day, one from each of you. I would be a better and more useful slave if I could sit down... So maybe I could use just a little massage."

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