The Sex Machine
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Susan and Suzanne managed to share quick a meal of jasmine rice pilaf, and then went right back to playing with each other and their vibrators. But they'd only started their after-lunch fun when the doorbell rang repeatedly.
The two beautiful mothers were naked and lying together in the living room, listening to a Debussy nocturne (Suzanne's choice). They were in no mood to be interrupted, and they let the doorbell ring a few times. But after it rang a few more times, Suzanne stopped suckling on Susan's nipple, and asked her, "Who could that be?"
"I have no idea. I can't imagine it being a repairman or Fed Ex or something like that. They're never THAT insistent."
"Hmmm. Well, I think you'd better go answer it then. Throw on a robe or something and get rid of the persistent bastard. I'll take our toys and hide out in the kitchen until you give the all clear."
So Susan went and put on a robe. She was nervous that it could be some horny man who could get the wrong idea if he saw her wearing just a robe, but she figured that if worse came to worst, she could call to Suzanne for help. The doorbell rang again as she closed her robe tightly and peeked through the spy hole to see who it was.
"Oh, Brenda!" she exclaimed in relief. She shouted for Suzanne's sake, "You can come out! It's just Brenda!" Then she opened the door.
Brenda was standing there in a typical blouse and skirt, looking a bit worried and abashed.
Susan said, "Quick, come on in." (She didn't like standing before the open door in just her robe.) "What brings you here? You scared me, since I wasn't expecting guests and I'm not exactly dressed for just anyone to see me."
With Brenda inside the house and the front door closed, Susan flashed open her robe to show what she meant. Then she undid the sash and took the robe off altogether.
About the same time, Suzanne came walking through the house, also bare naked.
Brenda couldn't help but grin as she said, "It looks like I'm overdressed."
"You are," Susan said. "Heck, I can see bra strap lines, and undies are strictly forbidden in this house, so please get nude with us. But why are you here?"
"Don't you remember?" Brenda asked. "Last night, you talked about getting together today, since you'd canceled on me yesterday. I tried calling and calling this morning..."
"We had fun at the fashion show, didn't we?" Susan asked in fond memory as she watched Brenda strip.
"Yes, but you promised some one-on-one time, and I was so looking forward to that. Don't you remember our fun at the neighborhood party the night before that, talking about-"
Susan cut in, "Yes, I do." She didn't want Brenda to mention their Alan wedding fantasy in front of Suzanne, since she figured Suzanne would scoff and think it silly. "And I'm sorry. I've been with Suzanne pretty much all day. We were exercising in the basement, and then hanging out in the backyard, and whatnot. So I must have missed your calls." (Actually, she'd heard the phone ring a few times, but she was having such fun with Suzanne that she didn't bother to answer).
Brenda got a bit nervous as she said, "I wanted to visit so much that I'm embarrassed about it. Last night was one of the most thrilling times in my life! No, make that THE most! I hope I didn't come at a bad time, but I happened to be driving by, and, well, I thought maybe you left your phone off the hook or something..."
Suzanne spoke up as she stood right in front of Brenda with her hands on her hips. She asked harshly, "Brenda, do you make a habit of lying to your natural superiors?"
Brenda, now fully naked, reacted as if she'd been slapped. "What? Me?! No! I would never do that!"
"There, that's a third lie." Suzanne crossed her arms under her massive tits to show increased annoyance. "Brenda, if you 'just happened' to be in the neighborhood, then I'm a monkey's uncle. And if the phone was off the hook, then you'd get a busy signal when you called back. I'll bet from your messages on Susan's answering machine that we can prove you're lying about that."
Brenda looked this way and that, as if searching for a way to escape. She covered up her pussy and boobs in her nervousness (or at least she tried to - she had too much tit-flesh to even begin to cover her bosom using just one hand and an arm).
Susan saw how Brenda was squirming under the intense glare from Suzanne, and said, "Come on, Suzanne, cut her some slack. So she really wanted to visit me, and told a white lie or two to cover her embarrassment. I think it's kind of cute."
Suzanne glowered, "You may be a big softie, Susan, but I'm not. Brenda lied to me, and she needs to understand that is NEVER acceptable! Besides, where are our 'hello' kisses?"
Brenda's face turned red as she recalled just how intimate her 'goodbye kisses' had been the night before. What started with kissing had soon turned into prolonged all-out whole-body fondling. Her heart raced as she imagined being "kissed" like that again.
"I think a spanking is in order. Just how much and how harsh it is will depend on how much love and effort you put into our 'hello' greeting kisses."
"Oh!" Brenda was very surprised by that. She certainly didn't want to upset Suzanne any further. Besides, she secretly (or even not-so-secretly) relished the idea of getting spanked by her Amazonian friend. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and stepped forward.
Suzanne began making out with Brenda, freely fondling her naked body.
Brenda had trouble getting in the mood, since she was still frightened, but that changed once Suzanne started repeatedly pulling on her long nipples.
While Suzanne did that, she nodded to Susan, who was just standing there, waiting for her turn.
Susan understood Suzanne's nonverbal gestures, and joined in, hugging Brenda from behind. Once she began poking around the edges of Brenda's anus, Brenda started panting so hard with extreme arousal that Suzanne had trouble continuing to kiss her.
In the end the three of them all but fucked standing up, trading kisses, fingering pussies, and rubbing their impressive racks together.
Brenda felt as if she were on cloud nine. Yesterday, Alan tamed me thoroughly. Now it seems like Suzanne and Susan are taming me too! Although, they don't have a big fat cock to suck on, between the two of them it feels almost as good. It kind of puts things in perspective. I've been fretting all day about the implications of last night, but they're reminding me that I'm only a busty sex pet. It's not my job to fret, just to serve and obey!
Shortly after Brenda had a nice cum, Suzanne said to her, "Okay, enough of that. It's time for your spanking."
Without further ado, Suzanne bent Brenda over the backside of the nearest sofa and started walloping on Brenda's ass. This was no sexy spanking meant to arouse; this was a painful spanking meant to punish.
Susan was so shocked that she said to Suzanne, "Stop! Stop! Why are you doing this?!"
Suzanne stopped, and said to Brenda, "You stay right there. Don't move an inch." Then she walked Susan into the kitchen so they could talk in private.
Once there, Susan launched into Suzanne with a quiet yet urgent hiss. "What's gotten into you?! You're being so harsh! Sure, she told a couple of little white lies, but that's no big deal. Everyone tells lies like that all the time, including you."
Suzanne held up her hands defensively. "Whoa! Hold your horses. Give me a chance to explain. Yes, I'm fully aware she didn't really do anything wrong. I was just looking for some excuse to spank her, and that fell into my lap quite nicely."
"But why?! That's not a nice, sexy spanking; it looks like it really hurts! You left her there on the brink of tears."
"Let me explain. Look, we've learned that Brenda is very submissive, and she's pretty much fallen under Sweetie's spell. She needs to understand that I'm a boss around here too. A couple of harsh spankings will make that clear, and then we can carry on like normal. And it's not just that I want to be some bossy bitch; she needs this. She needs to submit. That's what's been missing in her life, and that's what makes her horny and happy. If you think about it, the way he spanked her last night is what really, well ... I don't know. Changed her, somehow."
Susan nodded. That was the moment he fully tamed her. I guess Suzanne isn't big on that lingo, but that's exactly what happened. Spanking showed her that Tiger is her superior who needs to be obeyed and pleasured at all times.
Actually, now that I think about it, I wish he'd give me a really harsh spanking! That would be so hot! He did give me one, and it was very arousing, but it wasn't that harsh. He really needs to put me in my place and remind me exactly who's the boss!
Suzanne added, "Actually, you should join in. She should understand that this is your house, and your rules are how things are done around here."
Susan thought about that, and then decided, "Well, I suppose that's okay. You spanking her and all. But I don't think it's for me. I'm not that different from her, actually."
Suzanne replied, "I beg to differ. Sure, you love Sweetie dominating you, and even Angel doing the same sometimes, but you also have a spine of steel and you can put your foot down in a forceful way when it's needed. I think it would do you some good to see things from the other side sometimes."
Susan said fretfully, "Maybe, but I wouldn't know where to begin. It's just not me!"
"Watch what I do, and learn. Don't ask her what she wants, give her orders. It'll come to you."
The two nude mothers walked back to where Brenda was still bent over the sofa. As they had ordered, it looked like she hadn't moved an inch. However, the smell of wet pussy was noticeably more pungent than when they'd left.
Suzanne whacked Brenda's ass about ten more times, just as mercilessly as before, and then said to her, "Well, it looks like you're gonna get a bit of a break. I was going to do a lot more, but I got to talking to Susan for so long that I kind of lost my spanking mood. You can get up."
Brenda immediately rose. However, she kept her head down, and fumbled for what to say. "Thank you, uh, er..."
"Mistress," Suzanne said firmly. "You may call me 'Mistress, ' or 'Mistress Suzanne.'"
"Yes, Mistress." A visible wave of relief and happiness passed through Brenda, as that issue got resolved. She's tamed me too! True, it's not as intense a feeling as what I feel with Master Alan, but just looking at her now, I feel a powerful craving to serve and obey. Bliss! And to call her Mistress Suzanne ... Oh! Perfection!
She glanced at Susan. That's curious. I kind of feel it with her as well. It's not as strong, but it's there. I guess if nothing else, the fact that she's the mother of Alan means she deserves to be treated with great respect. And of course, she's the best friend of Mistress Suzanne.
Hmmm. I wonder if she'd let me call her Mistress Susan?
Suzanne raised her head imperially, and said to Brenda, "You may kiss my feet. Then you can kiss my pussy."
Susan looked at Suzanne in total shock. She gave her an upset "You've gone too far!" look.
But Brenda didn't even hesitate. She kissed both of Suzanne's feet quite thoroughly, kissing each toe, and then she got up on her knees and lapped at Suzanne's pussy lips and clit.
Susan didn't know what to think. But she watched Brenda lick and kiss Suzanne's pussy for a couple of minutes, and it was hard to deny just how content Brenda was. Brenda even kept her arms pinned behind her back, despite the fact that no one had told her to do so. She was obviously working hard to give Suzanne a nice orgasm, and she eventually succeeded, although it was hard to tell, since Suzanne's body shuddered and she suddenly grasped Brenda's head with both hands, but she didn't cry out or speak.
Finally, Suzanne stepped back and said to her, "Very good. You may stand. Now, what were you hoping to do with Susan today?"
Brenda was out of sorts. Obviously, everything that had just happened, from the spanking through to her kissing and licking of Suzanne's feet and pussy, had had a big effect on her. But Suzanne was expecting her to make small talk and carry on like it was no big deal. She stumbled around for something to say. "Um, I, er ... Suzanne, I mean, uh, Mistress Suzanne, I..."
Suzanne reached out and tenderly stroked the side of Brenda's face, and then slid her hand down until she cupped one of Brenda's huge globes from underneath. "Calm down, take a deep breath, and start over. It's a simple question. What would you like to do with Susan today?"
Brenda closed her eyes, exhaled, and then opened them again. She looked to Susan hopefully. "Well, as you know, Susan and I have been talking a lot lately, and it's been great. Of course, we've mostly been talking about Alan, and how good it is to be with him and serve his cock. We've been practicing with a dildo so I can improve my sucking."
Suzanne nodded. "Good. I take it you'd like to talk about all that some more."
Brenda nodded back shyly. She looked over to Susan and they shared a knowing smile. Susan even licked all around her lips, as if cleaning her face of some cum. That nearly made Brenda giggle.
"I've got some things to do, so I'll leave you two to it." Suzanne felt it was extremely important to keep Susan cumming all day long, so that Susan would be too sexually satiated to be up for a big sex-fest with Alan when he came home. Suzanne had been planning to stay with Susan until Alan came home, but it looked like Brenda could do that, thus freeing Suzanne up to do other things. Suzanne spent so much time keeping Susan perpetually horny as part of her long term plan to turn the Plummer family into her sexual utopia that her other errands and responsibilities were piling up.
She reviewed her thinking as she idly fondled Brenda's great orbs. Then she added, "I'll probably stop by in an hour or two to say 'hi' and see how you're coming along." She wasn't entirely sure how things would go between Susan and Brenda, so she figured it would be prudent to check.
Suzanne exchanged goodbye French kisses with Susan and Brenda, and then went to the underwear cabinet, put her clothes on, and left.
Chapter 2Brenda was left breathless, in more ways than one. She stared at the front door after Suzanne had gone, seemingly trying to will Suzanne to come back. She sighed happily, and said to Susan, "Mistress Suzanne sure is something, isn't she?"
"She is," Susan agreed. "You ... uh, you didn't mind the spanking? It was pretty harsh."
Brenda rubbed her bare bubble butt, after that reminder. "Yeah, I guess my ass will be red and sore for a while. But mind it? No way. I deserved it! I lied to her, and to you. It was unforgivable!"
Susan was going to point out that those were just harmless white lies, but she remembered Suzanne's advice to have a take charge attitude with Brenda. So instead, she asked, "What about all that pussy licking and kissing with her? Don't you still insist that you don't like that kind of thing?"
"Yes, but she gave me a direct order. What choice did I have? Besides, she's my mistress. How could I not enjoy pleasuring her, at least a little?" She turned her head away, because she'd enjoyed it more than just a little and she was embarrassed that it might show in her face.
Susan thought, Interesting. As usual, Suzanne knows what she's doing. Brenda is taking to this like a duck to water. I should probably stay out of this and not question Suzanne's moves in front of Brenda.
Brenda spoke up. "Let's talk! I've got so much to say, especially about last night. Oh my God! Wasn't that exciting? I could talk about that for hours and hours. Ever since I woke up this morning, it's like I've had a ghost cock in my mouth!"
"What do you mean? Oh, by the way, I'm tired of standing here. Let's go upstairs and get comfy."
As Susan led her up the stairs, Brenda explained, "It's like I can still feel and taste Alan's cock. Sometimes, I just open my jaw wide and recall the thrill of feeling his incredibly thick cock-meat completely filling my mouth. I practice sucking and licking, although there's nothing there. I was even doing that a few times while I was driving here. Is that weird?" She giggled a bit nervously. "I guess that's pretty weird."
Susan took Brenda's hand as they walked, squeezing it reassuringly. "As a matter of fact, it's not weird at all. I do it ALL the time!"
"Really?"
"Sure. In fact, sometimes I do that and then I take a big whiff, and it's like I can smell Tiger's sperm! Luckily, it isn't always just my imagination, since I usually have a residue of his spermy love on my face and my tits - I'm careful not to wash those areas if he gives me a creamy facial in the morning." She sniffed the air. "MMMM! And of course most of the rooms smell like his potent seed. I can smell it right now."
They'd made it to the upstairs hallway. Brenda stopped, and said, "Really? Where? Can I have a sniff?"
"Sure thing. I took half his load in my mouth this morning, so unfortunately there isn't as much on my skin as usual. But you can still smell some on my chin and cheeks, I'll bet. And then most of it dripped down into my cleavage."
Brenda sighed with a near orgasmic intensity as she sniffed Susan repeatedly in all the places just mentioned. She wasn't shy about it at all, and placed her nose directly on Susan's skin. "Aaaaah! Mmmm! Yes! I can definitely smell him. Oh, yes! It's making me so thirsty!"
Susan chuckled knowingly. "Yeah, that's the problem. I try not to sniff myself too much, because it only makes me thirsty, and the only source to quench that thirst is sitting in school right now." She sighed longingly. But then she added helpfully, "Take a deep whiff in my cleavage. His flavor seems to linger deep in there especially well. Maybe because it's always flowing and pooling into there."
"Oh, YES!" Brenda exclaimed. In a flash, she had her face completely buried between Susan's twin globes. "It IS really strong in here!"
"Go ahead and lick it."
"Can I? Really?"
"Sure."
"Aaaaah!" Brenda sighed as she licked. "So good. I love the mixture of aromas. It seems manly, like him, yet feminine, like you. It's almost MORE delicious than just Alan alone!" She kept on licking and sniffing, almost like she was "motorboating" there.
Susan held her breasts together so Brenda's face would be totally enveloped in tit-flesh. At the same time, she said, "Brenda, I have bad news. I've been talking about Alan with Suzanne all day now. In particular, we went over what happened last night in great detail, for like, two hours. I'm kind of all talked out about that for a while."
Brenda exclaimed impatiently, "But I just have to talk to you about Alan taming me last night! I know that he tamed you already, so now you've been tamed and I've been tamed, and it's all so wonderful! We have SO much more in common now, so much to talk about!"
Susan grinned widely. "I know. Remember, I was there. I saw your taming with my own eyes, and it was simply priceless. I love your enthusiasm, and of course I love that he tamed you. I've had my issues with you, and I guess I still do" - she looked pointedly at Brenda's enormous bare breasts - "but there's no denying that you're very Alan-worthy. I adore your general enthusiasm, and your passion for serving his cock. I think you'll make a fine sex toy."
"You think so?!" Brenda was so far gone into her new lifestyle that she only felt a small twinge of doubt about whether being a "sex toy" or "sex pet" might not be her best option. But in the blink of an eye that doubt vanished.
"I think so. Time will tell if you're really in it for the long haul, like I am. But can we please talk about all that later? Like I said, I've already JUST talked to Suzanne about last night, to the point that it seems like it happened to me twice."
"Lucky you!" Brenda grinned impishly.
"I know. But seriously, let's wait. Besides, waiting will be good for you. You've gotta try to take this kind of thing in stride."
"In stride?! What could be more important? My entire life has changed!"
"I know, I know. But now that you're tamed, you don't have to be jumping up and down all the time like you can't believe it's happened to you. Accept it as the new normal. Drink it in, savor it, sure. Let it put an extra spring in your step all the time. Never, ever forget that pleasuring Tiger's cock is the most important thing you can do."
Brenda interrupted, "I won't! I can't! How can I? Before, I thought sex was just sex. Sure, sex could be fun, but it was just another part of life, like watching a good movie or eating an excellent meal. But it's so much MORE! I mean, when I have his cock in my hands, or my mouth, or my cleavage, I feel so good, so satisfied, so fulfilled, that I almost want to cry!"
Susan gave Brenda a supportive hug. "I know. Me too." She stepped back. "Look at our bodies. These are uncommon bodies. We're his personal cocksuckers. His sex toys. We're fuck pets. Sex slaves, even! Whatever you want to call it, the point is, we obviously were born and bred for sex!"
Brenda asked shyly, "Do you think ... well ... I know it's presumptuous of me, but do you think any of those terms could officially apply to me?"
Susan considered that carefully. She knew that Suzanne still wanted to bring Brenda along slowly. So she said, "Keep in mind that most of those terms are just things us ladies call ourselves. Tiger wouldn't approve."
Brenda pointed out, "But doesn't he let Katherine call herself his fuck toy?"
"That's true. It's complicated. I guess sometimes he approves and other times he doesn't, depending on his mood and especially on how aroused he is. We need to be patient about that. Remember, these are uncharted waters for him. He needs time to adjust to the fact that he has a harem of women dedicated to serving him sexually."
Brenda nodded.
Susan continued, "The one title there that's more or less official is 'personal cocksucker.' If it were up to me, I'd say you earned that title last night. But then again, I'm not the man of the house with a thick horse cock. You need to ask him. Next time he's splattered his load all over your face and you're cleaning his crotch, ask him then. He'll be in a particularly receptive mood, I'm sure."
Brenda nodded again. Her heart was beating fast as she contemplated doing just that.
Susan resumed, "Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. I was saying that we're obviously born and bred for sex. And just as obviously, these special bodies are meant for special men. Like Alan. I haven't figured it all out yet, but somehow it's all part of God's plan."
Brenda nodded at that too, since she was in complete agreement.
Susan continued, "So, naturally, when you or I do the regular things in life, like washing the dishes or going to the D.M.V., that's a waste of our bodies. But when we're doing something like sucking off our man, it clicks! THIS is what we're made for. That's why it feels so right to you, because it IS so right. But don't jump up and down like you somehow lucked into it and can't believe it. Be cool. Act like you deserve it, because you do deserve it."
Brenda suddenly embraced Susan, holding her tightly. She sighed heavily, but from relief, not sadness. Finally she said, "That was beautiful. Thank you. I want to talk to you a lot more today, about the tamed life, but that'll hold me for a while."
Susan smiled and playfully kissed her friend's nose. "Good!" She let go and stepped back. "But I have another suggestion. Remember, the life of a sex pet is not a walk in the park. If we're not busy serving Alan and his insatiable cock, then it's good to be preparing, bettering ourselves. And I have just the thing."
Brenda cocked her head, looking curious.
"Katherine printed out a big stack of erotic stories for me that she found on the Internet. They're so hot! And informative. I was thinking we could read them to each other."
"Okay," Brenda said agreeably enough. She was no stranger to pornography, especially since she hadn't even had sex with her husband for the last three years. "That sounds like fun. What kind of stories are they, exactly?"
Susan pulled away and walked to her bed. She opened a drawer in her end table and held up a large stack of papers. "Look how many!" she pointed out. "Angel's been collecting them for YEARS! Which is interesting, because they're ALL incest stories! Specifically, mother-son stories." She sat down on her bed.
Brenda sat down next to her and took a closer look at the stack. "She's into mother-son stories? I would think she's more into the brother-sister kind."
"I asked her about that, actually. Turns out she's got an even BIGGER stack of those! Although I should point out, most of these stories involve sisters too. The focus is on well-hung sons and big-titted mommies. But the sons are so studly that they often end up fucking their sisters, aunts, cousins, and pretty much any other beautiful women around. Does that sound like anyone else we know?" She giggled gleefully.
Brenda giggled too.
Susan continued, "I'm so FASCINATED by these stories! Not only are they EXTREMELY arousing, but they're pretty much a primer on how big-titted mommies like you and I should behave. I'm learning SO MUCH! It turns out the entire world is filled with naturally dominant sons and submissive mothers who are inevitably very beautiful and busty, and natural incestuous sex toy types! It's so exciting to know I'm part of a secret movement!"
Brenda looked at Susan and said dryly, "You do realize than 99.9% of these stories are fictional, don't you?"
"Are they?" Susan was surprised. But she quickly recovered. "Maybe they are, maybe they're not. How can you say for sure? Look at Tiger, and you, and me, for starters. Maybe this kind of thing goes on behind closed doors more than you'd expect. After all, it is the ultimate."
Brenda couldn't deny any of that, although she had big doubts. "The 'ultimate' what, exactly?"
"I mean, if you're a beautiful, stacked mother, is there anything in life more thrilling to your own son? It's the ultimate taboo!"
Brenda felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought of her own son Adrian. She knew he could never be a dominating master type like Alan, and besides, she had already committed herself to Alan. But still, the thrill of incest with the son that she loved dearly had a powerful appeal to her.
Susan failed to notice Brenda's shiver, so she continued, "But don't just listen to silly ol' me, let's read the stories and learn."
She went through her stack of papers and came up with one story that was neatly stapled together. "This looks like a really good one. It's called 'Built for One Thing, ' by G. H. Lawrence. Come on, let's get comfy in the middle of the bed. I'll go get us some drinks and vibrators so we can enjoy it that much more. Don't be afraid to cum to your heart's content because I'll be changing the sheets when we're done anyway."
Susan soon returned with a bottle of Riesling white wine and glasses on a bed tray, and two egg sized vibrators (she didn't want to be tempted to put any of the penis-sized ones in her pussy).
Brenda was already lying on the bed, skimming the story.
Susan asked, "So do you want to do the reading first, or should I?"
"Can I? I'm already familiar with this one, and I can skip or summarize some of the less arousing parts."
"You ARE?! But how?!"
Brenda laughed. "Stories like this are on the Internet for anyone to see."
"Well, I know that, but..." Susan chuckled. "Sorry, forgive me. To be honest, I didn't even know stories like this existed until very recently. I've been very sheltered. I'm still getting used to the idea that not only are they out there, but lots of people read them."
Brenda said, "I have a hard time relating to that, because I've been reading these stories for years and years. My husband was ignoring me more and more, and I had a high sex drive and didn't want to cheat, so this was the natural answer."
Susan sighed sadly. "I know all too well about husbands ignoring their sexual duties, but let's not go there. Please, start reading!" She had already found her place lying against the headboard and pillows right next to Brenda.
Brenda began, "'I had wanted to fuck my gorgeous mother since the moment I learned what fucking was all about. Then, one summer night in high school, I finally got my wish.'"
Susan said, "Stop! Stop right there. That says so much right there. Since you know the story already, is she busty?"
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