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Still downstairs with the others, Susan heard Brenda screaming a lot more, and she felt a warm, blissful glow suffuse her. She couldn\'t actually make out any words, but it was a remarkable testament to just how loud Brenda could scream that Susan could hear anything at all through the walls of her son\'s distant room, especially considering the loud moans and pussy squishing noises emanating from the sofa in front of her.

She thought back to the sight she\'d seen upstairs, of Alan\'s cock pistoning in and out of Brenda\'s wet cunt. If she\'d had any energy left at all she would have masturbated, but she was so tired that she could only smile in fond memory.

From the tone of Brenda\'s voice, Susan thought, Yep, that\'s my boy! He\'s tamed another big-titted babe. I\'ll bet he just shot a big, spermy load into her. I\'m so proud I just want to burst! I can\'t wait for my turn to get a brain-melting cunt fuck. That\'ll be the ultimate joy! If only that was me up there!

She longed to go upstairs and watch so badly that it almost physically hurt her. But she knew that if she did, she almost certainly would lose control and be a cock hog, for instance licking his cock and balls clean afterwards. She decided this was Brenda\'s special time and she didn\'t fit in. Most any other time, yes, but not for Brenda\'s first time. She already visited once and took some pictures, so that was enough.

Sometime later, Susan heard the shower running upstairs. She wanted to go upstairs and congratulate Brenda, Alan, or both of them, but she also felt it was her duty to make sure that Amy and Katherine relentlessly dildo-fucked Xania into submission. Plus, she was dead tired. She remained and watched the three other women pleasure each other.

They seemed to be doing quite an excellent job of it.

Amy was learning to love the remarkable talents of Xania\'s tongue, so she was lip-locking with her while fingering her own pussy in preparation for her turn to sit on Xania\'s face and get a good tongue reaming.

Amy had never felt anyone actually lick her tonsils before. She couldn\'t believe how dexterous and agile Xania\'s softly caressing tongue was as it insistently probed all over the insides of her mouth. As much as she wanted to sit on Xania\'s face and get the ride of her life, she really didn\'t want to end the deep throat-styled kiss she was experiencing.

Katherine was still recovering from her exhausting orgasmic turn at having her pussy fucked by Xania\'s incredible oral digit. She casually touched and stroked Xania between her legs, mainly concentrating on Xania\'s clit and G-spot. Although Katherine\'s tongue wasn\'t near as impressively long as Xania\'s, she fully intended to return at least part of the pleasure the other woman had just bestowed upon her.

Xania, Amy, and Katherine were all so lost in their own sex haze that they tended to forget that Susan was even there.

Although Susan was too tired to join in the tangle of bodies, she wasn\'t too tired to gently stroke her own clit every now and then to keep a happy erotic buzz going. She thought, Boy, you\'d think that after a while this burning sexual hunger inside me would be quenched, but it never is. Ever since that first fateful Tuesday when I gave in completely to my cocksucking urges, it\'s like it gets more intense and wonderful every single day. Heck, it goes all the way back to the first appointment with Akami. In retrospect, what a great day that was! The very start of my total, loving submission to my son and his mighty cock.

Look at me now. Tiger isn\'t even in the room, I\'m so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open, and yet I\'m still horny. I can\'t even keep my eyes off my own daughter; I\'m deeply in lust and love with her too! Not to mention Amy! And Xania sure is giving Brenda a run for her money in the most-liked-guest department. I feel so happy and loved that I just want to get sexy with them all.

But things are in good shape here; I should probably pack it in. I need the rest because doubtlessly tomorrow will be another busy day of cocksucking, titfucking, tit fondling, hot dildo action, and who knows what else! There are so many different ways to have fun with my son\'s cock. Hee-hee-hee! Maybe I\'ll get my ass fucked. Or if the good Lord is willing, it might even be the day he fucks me good in my most needy hole. I wish this damn period of mine would end.

I\'ll just check again to see how he and Brenda are getting along on my way to bed. Oooh! That\'ll be fun! I can\'t get the image of him drilling Brenda\'s defenseless cunt out of my mind. So hot! I\'m glad I took pictures.

As Susan made her way upstairs, she again noticed the sound of the shower going. She peeked into Alan\'s room and saw nothing more than a naked and wet sleeping Brenda there. Shucks. I was just thinking what a great opportunity it would be to hide in the closet and get really aroused secretly watching my son fuck, but it looks like they\'re all fucked out. That closet idea sounds like fun, though. I\'m going to have to follow through on that some other time.

But then she paused, looking closer in between Brenda\'s legs. Mmmm! Yummy! So much cummy goodness. It\'s like an ice cream sundae with all my favorite flavors just going to waste, dripping onto the bed. I wonder how much of that goo is my Tiger\'s and how much is Brenda\'s? Maybe if I just take a little taste? One swipe of a finger?

Nah. I\'d better not. Once I get started I won\'t be able to stop and then it\'ll get really embarrassing when Tiger comes back in and sees me with my tongue deep up Brenda\'s twat, poaching his girl right in his own room, hee-hee! Then he\'d have to give me a good spanking. If only I wasn\'t so sleepy...

Anyway, I\'ve got him waiting for me across the hall, even if he doesn\'t know it yet.

She took her nightie off and dropped it on the floor, in hopes that she\'d be able to get wet with Alan in the shower. Then she quietly opened the door to the bathroom.

In days past the door would have been locked, but there was no real point in such privacy anymore. However, an opaque shower curtain hid all but the distorted shape of Alan\'s body from her eyes, and similarly kept her presence hidden from him. Nonetheless, his flesh-colored blobs were enough to get her excited, because she knew that collection of blobs was her naked son.

She thought as she stared in his direction, What a great day! My son\'s harem grew by one, if not by two! Just one look at Brenda and I can tell he fucked her into a completely satisfied, cum-soaked unconsciousness. Not long ago I would have been very jealous of her and her reality-defying tits, but now that she\'s so obviously subservient to both Suzanne and I that we can make sure that she doesn\'t get too much in the way of our own lust for him.

Obviously, she\'ll be his sex slave first and foremost, as no one can resist submission to his potent cock.

Just like me, for instance! Hee-hee! My cutie Tiger is totally irresistible! She stared at him longingly through the curtain.

So it\'s a win-win for everybody. I noticed that she called him "master" while he was fucking her and he didn\'t seem to mind. That\'s encouraging. I wish I could call him that all the time. "Master, your big-titted mommy is ready to suck and serve." Oooh! Chills!

Then there\'s Xania. She may still have some freedom now, but by the time she leaves tomorrow, she\'ll fall completely under his spell too. Suzanne and I should definitely give her an extra good time after Tiger is done fucking her, to guarantee she\'ll come running back to this house any time we want her. Or should I say run back cumming, hee-hee! A great therapist for the family and a big-titted, long-tongued, fuck toy for my son. And she\'s bisexual! What a great combination!

Yes, this house is certainly filled with the sounds of joyous sex tonight. But when will I feel the glory of torrents of my son\'s sperm surging into my womb?

She ran her fingers through her bush. When will I get to be his motherly cum dump? Tomorrow? Sunday? Monday? When?! When will I be able to join the line of all the horny cunts getting their appointed daily pussy splittings and reamings? Even tomorrow is too far away! My pussy feels sore, but empty. Look at him. Tall, dark and handsome. So manly! I wonder if he has another load of cum he\'d like to shove down his mommy\'s throat right now?

No. If he\'s up for it, he\'ll probably want to fuck his new piece of pussy some more. That\'s his right. I shouldn\'t be so pushy. This is Brenda\'s special time. I\'ll just have to try my best to go to sleep and let the hours pass until it\'s my turn.

It\'s strange though: somehow being denied his cock because he\'s fucking other women is almost as thrilling to me as a good long cocksucking! It just proves that incestuous submission is the BEST!

Susan slipped back out of the bathroom without Alan ever realizing she had been there. He\'d never turned away from the direction of the showerhead.

Alan returned to his room and found Brenda still sleeping in his bed, still naked and messy with fluids. He gently shook her awake.

Brenda slowly came to. Looking up at him, she stared into his eyes adoringly, and simply said, "Master."

To her, that said all that needed to be said. She was practically glowing with bliss and euphoria as she remembered the powerful fucking, as well as the fact that he\'d called her "my slave." That made it official, in her mind. Her new slave status was a fact of life to her, like the sun rising and setting.

He said rather apologetically, "Sorry for waking you, but it\'s past midnight and I imagine you\'ll need to get home. Not only that, but I\'m gonna need my bed."

"Don\'t apologize, Master! Masters never need to apologize, especially after a fuck like that! Susan has told me many stories about how you tamed her and the others with your cock, but I didn\'t fully understand it until I felt it myself tonight! I kind of thought that you\'d tamed and enslaved me already, but I was soooo wrong! I\'ve fallen so much deeper under your control. I\'ve never come close to orgasms like that, not even during all the other times I\'ve been at your house!This slave has never been happier!"

She grew more awake and animated with every passing moment. "Oh, Master! You get me so excited. Look, my nipples just got hard again from the thought of being in the same room as my fucking king."

He thought with some amusement, I didn\'t know her nipples were ever NOT erect. Dang, those are long, though!

"Alan, the way that you- Oops! I\'m sorry for calling you that. Master, the way that you showed this slave who\'s boss with your penis control, and that fantasy you had us play, well, I\'ve never-"

He interrupted, "Just a minute. Why did you say \'Oops\' when you called me Alan? That\'s my name. And you called yourself a slave? The sex is over. You don\'t have to keep on like we\'re still doing a role-play."

She was reluctant to explain that she considered him her master now, so it would not be her place to call him by his name. She worried that he still had issues with accepting his masterly role.

Instead, she said, "Oh no. Have I displeased my master? I have! This slave is so sorry. Please let me make it up to you." She sat up and moved so that she was on the bed next to where he was sitting. She pressed her tits into his chest and rubbed. Meanwhile her hand found and closed around his penis, since he was still naked.

However, his penis was flaccid and seemed determined to stay that way. Even though his shower had been bracing, he still felt like he\'d just run a marathon.

She continued, "I deserve a really hard spanking for my inadequacies. Please hurt me with your strong hand! I need it! I need it bad. My ass needs to be taught to behave." As she said this, she tried rubbing his penis as aggressively as her tits massaged his chest, but his penis wasn\'t responding at all. This only increased her distress. "Oh no. Oh no! I can\'t do anything right. Master! Please get hard!"

She was about to drop her head down into his lap to see if she could suck his penis back to life, but he held her back with his hand. She froze and then looked sadly into his eyes, disappointed at her failure to arouse.

"Brenda, I hardly know where to begin. First off, you shouldn\'t feel bad that I\'m staying flaccid. I said before that I had one load left in me, and I had to choose between you and Xania. That\'s still true. I came seven times today, Now I\'m all fucked out. If you could get me hard again, that would be a BAD THING. You got that? My body is saying that I\'m done, and I have to listen to my body. Second, it\'s not like you had to get me hard in the first place. I\'m very satisfied with that fuck, and it sounds like you are too, so let\'s just leave it at that."

"But Master!" she said pleadingly. "I need to please you. It\'s like a craving I have, especially after what you did to me. Can\'t I show you how happy you\'ve made me?" Although she\'d given up on his penis for the moment, she resumed rubbing her heavy globes into his chest.

He stopped her again. "Wait. Let me finish. About this \'master\' and \'slave\' business. I still hardly know you. Have you had other masters before? Tell me the whole story." He knew it wasn\'t "politically correct," and part of him resisted the idea, but another part couldn\'t help but get excited at the idea of having a true sex slave. At the very least, he wasn\'t ruling out the idea. Despite being flaccid and all sexed out, he found his hands wandering over her huge breasts. But it was more of a languid exploration than heated sexual play.

She calmed down a bit and even grew contemplative as she mentally reviewed her past. "No, no other masters, per se."

That got his curiosity piqued as to what that meant exactly, but he remained silent and waited for her to tell more.

"You see, men have never been very good to me. Ever since I entered my teens, all they thought about was my boobs. What should have been a blessing was kind of a curse because they were far too big. In addition, they hurt my back and were just an all-around pain. You should try buying a bra or most any kind of top in my size. And the dumb jokes I\'ve been told over and over. Stuff like, \'There they come,\' instead of \'Here she comes.\' Ugh!"

She added, "I would have had them reduced long ago, but my mother thought that was immoral and there was no way I could ever defy my mother\'s wishes, not even after she passed away. As far back as middle school I had trouble getting anyone to look me in the eye since they were staring a little lower."

He asked, "Did you have a nice boyfriend back then?"

"Definitely not. Nobody wanted to go out with me; they were all too intimidated. The occasional one with balls enough to ask me out would be all bravado and groping hands, and no love, no feeling. They didn\'t have real balls like you do."

She reached down and briefly hefted up his balls until he gently pushed her hand away. He didn\'t want her to get started again, even though he was enjoying caressing the fullness of her boobs.

She continued, "They were nothing but \'Give me a feel of your big hooters, baby!\' Of course, if YOU were to say that to me, that would be totally different; I\'d love it! But when they said it... Ugh! And the girls were almost as bad. I could hardly go on a Girl Scout camping trip without some lesbian trying to grope me and hit on me. Either that, or they felt threatened by me and talked shit about me behind my back."

He found it ironic that he was groping her tits even as she gave this explanation, but she didn\'t seem to mind that at all. In fact, his gentle kneading of her breasts seemed to reassure, relax, and comfort her.

She went on, "So my disdain for men grew. I learned how to manipulate men with my looks, and believe you me, I manipulated them. Look at my marriage. I\'m worth millions now, almost entirely thanks to an older man salivating over my you-know-whats." She hefted up her tits and let them drop and jiggle, and then put his hands back on them.

He asked, "But didn\'t you come from a wealthy family?"

"Please don\'t spoil my story with facts." She grinned impishly. "Okay, that\'s true too, but still, more of the money I have now is from my marriages."

He nodded. "Continue."

"At the same time, I started to develop an idealized man, a strong man. One who was worthy of me, and who would even manipulate me the way I manipulated others. I started to think of myself as a shameless cocktease who left men miserably horny wherever she went. A cocktease like that needs to be punished! Don\'t you think cockteases should be thoroughly spanked? I do. I think I should be very thoroughly and frequently spanked. And then fucked!"

The excitement in her voice grew. "My cunt needs to be completely violated, pillaged, and owned, exactly like what you did to me tonight! It turns out my ideal man is YOU! When I think back to just a few weeks ago, that second poker party, when you gave me that \'lord and master\' speech and told me about the kind of man I needed... HRRGH! I get chills every time I think about it! Goose bumps! And now that you\'ve fucked me like THAT... UNGH! It gets me so horny and heated that I can\'t stand it!"

He wanted to hear more. He tried to calm her down by saying in a level voice, "So? Then what?"

She deflated a bit, and said, "The further I went in life riding on the appeal of my breasts, flaunting them and my ass, the more I wanted to be punished. I started to fantasize about my ideal man and what he would do to me. I could tell you all the things he\'d have to do to me, but you seem to know instinctively." She leaned up and briefly nibbled on his ear. "Then I got into watching porn."

He\'d heard some of this before, but he still found it hard to believe. "You? Porn? Just watching? Not starring in it?"

She nodded.

"That just seems so wrong," he commented. "Someone with looks like yours should be out doing the deed in person. You could be a big porn star, if that\'s what you wanted. But you were masturbating at home, alone?"

"Not always, but frequently, yes. I\'m very good at masturbation. Would you like to see?" Before he could answer she stuck three fingers into her slit. Not surprisingly, she was plenty lubricated already.

But he didn\'t take her bait. He knew she was trying to get him aroused again but he wasn\'t up for it. He moved her hand away from her groin and motioned for her to continue her story instead.

In moving her hand, he\'d let go of her boobs. Smirking with delight, she lifted his hands up to the undersides of her round melons. "Aaaaah! That\'s better!"

He just chuckled. But he kept his hands there.

She continued, "Keep in mind that my husband didn\'t have that big of a sex drive, or maybe it was just that he never had time to have sex. He was always so busy. It clearly wasn\'t a high priority for him. I was the ultimate trophy wife - busty bombshell marries rich geezer. I cheated on him sometimes near the end of our marriage because it was a loveless and sexless one, and I was dying for companionship. But the young studs were just like they were in school - all boob obsessed and too meek to take me in hand like I needed to be taken."

He asked, "I thought you said you hadn\'t had sex in three years?"

"I haven\'t!" She dropped her head sadly. "Three long years. Actually, nearly four."

"Wow! That\'s so wrong! With a body like yours that\'s a major crime. What happened?!"

"That\'s shortly after I got proof of his cheating and had my affairs. That cheating was a relatively short phase. Actually, it was mostly a revenge thing, to hurt him, although I never showed him the proof in the end. Like I said, I found adulterous sex unsatisfying, so I didn\'t do it for very long."

"HE cheated on YOU? Is he some kind of idiot?"

She grinned at the indirect compliment. "The problem is, I found out that really rich guys are jerks. They think they\'re so powerful and entitled that they can do anything. He never truly loved me; I was just a possession. And guys like that, once they get something, they lose interest. It\'s not the having, it\'s the getting. So of course he cheated."

"That\'s sad," Alan commented. He considered that a cautionary tale. I can\'t ever let my sexual success go to my head. I understand a little bit of thrill of \'the getting,\' but my attention needs to be mainly focused on the women I love. That\'s what life is all about: love, friends, and family.

She continued, "We had other issues too. It turned out he was infertile and resented that Adrian had been fathered by another man, my first husband. I guess that every time he had sex with me, it was a reminder that he couldn\'t get me pregnant, and that hurt his pride."

"Ouch!" Alan was still touching her, but he\'d moved on from her breasts to caress her here and there, all over.

"Anyway, once I stopped having sex with other people, my fantasies grew. The computer became my sexual outlet. I got into bondage and domination porn, more and more. I dreamed of a master who would treat me the way the women in those stories were treated. I picked up a lot of ideas from those stories, like wanting to be called a slave, or having a man I could call \'master.\' I hope you\'ll indulge me with that."

That was all true. But knowing from Susan how much difficulty Alan had with the words "master" and "slave," she thought that also was a clever way to get him to accept her using them.

He shrugged. "It\'s okay during sex play, I suppose, but not all the time."

Brenda smiled, thinking to herself, That\'ll work, because any time around Master is sex play time, hee-hee-hee. My God! \'Slave!\' If he starts regularly calling me \'slave,\' and regularly treating me as such, could life get any better than that?! How exciting!

But she hid her delight, and just said, "I guess I\'ve been living this life in my mind for years now. I never thought it would happen in reality. My husband had no idea of what really moved me. I did try to get him to spank me some, and that helped liven up our sex a little, before it came to an end altogether, but his spanks were so uninspired and feeble. I craved a REAL MAN."

He ran a finger lightly across her tummy as he said, "Wait a minute. I thought you said you didn\'t get into that kind of stuff until after you\'d stopped having sex with him?"

She sighed. "You got me. This is embarrassing. The truth is, I\'d been masturbating to porn long before the Internet even became a popular thing. Remember how I said my hubby didn\'t have sex with me that often, even in the good times? I had to buy books and videos and such, way back when. And I guess from the very beginning I was attracted to porn with submissive themes, like spanking."

She smiled. "But, flashing forward again, then I met you. You\'re him! You\'re the one! You\'re the ideal man for me. You\'re so filled with potent seed that it takes a growing harem of the most beautiful women I\'ve ever seen to keep you satisfied, and even that isn\'t enough. I love that I have to share you with the likes of Susan and Suzanne. I love it so much!"

That was true. It was sort of a truism to her that any man worthy of being a master had to have a harem. Belonging to a powerful man who dominated many women had been a big part of her fantasies nearly as long as she\'d discovery pornography. It followed that the more impressive harem a man had, the more worthy a master he was, and she was very impressed at the beauty and virtues of his other lovers.

He interrupted, "Wait. One thing I don\'t understand. You don\'t like it when guys obsess over your boobs but you seem to love it when I do. How is that?"

"With you, it\'s totally different. With most guys, it was like watching little children playing with priceless porcelain antiques - all you can do is wince as they break them. It\'s wrong. Clumsy oafs, all of them. But with you, I love it! Because you\'re the one, my natural lord and master. But of COURSE you fuck your sister and mother. It would be so wrong it you didn\'t! The way you fucked me just now, I\'m still glowing. I\'m gonna be high from that experience for days!"

"What does that have to do with your boobs?" His hand had been wandering down to her thighs, but with that verbal reminder, he went back to fondling her soft and squeezable tits.

She said, "I know that they\'re my ticket to be a part of all this, my foot in the door. That\'s okay. That fact has made me love them more than ever before. I love that all your other women are so busty. It makes me feel part of a very special, elite group. But most importantly, if my boobs can help entice you to do that again, well, God bless my boobs!"

She snuggled up against him, while making sure he continued to hold her gigantic breasts. "Aaaah... Heaven. I love this house and all the people in it. For instance, the way Susan and Suzanne treat me and order me around... Oooh! Goose bumps! And did you see the way Susan ordered Xania to give her body to you earlier? It\'s all too exciting! Everyone in this house is just too much. I feel like I\'m high on the best drug, all day long, whenever I\'m here."

She suddenly pushed her ample rack into his chest, forcing him back down onto his bed, with her on top. "If my big tits can help convince you that you need my cocksucking help, then they\'re worth all the hassle and back pain. I know that you have so many other busty vixens to help you out. I\'m really lucky to have an attribute that sticks out, even compared to them. Or two attributes!" She giggled.

Since he hadn\'t reacted badly to her use of "master" and "slave," she tried to push her luck a little more. "If you call me tit-woman or even tit-slave, that would make me soooo happy! And then I could suck your cock, and you\'d fuck my tits, and-"