Susan and Brenda

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Brenda was extremely happy. She'd just had the pleasure of watching a video recorded earlier in the morning of Alan, Susan, and Katherine engaged in a mini-orgy on Susan's bed. Susan was so happy about everything that happened that she couldn't help but show the video to Suzanne and Brenda as soon as they came over. Alan had temporarily forgotten that things like that could be recorded unless he asked otherwise, but Susan certainly had not. In fact, the sense that cameras always watched her and recorded her every move was one of the things that kept Susan nearly constantly horny.

Brenda was extremely happy for several other reasons. For one, today was her big day. It was planned that tonight she would be formally introduced to Alan as the new family sex slave. She was about to begin her new life as a "maid," working five days a week on fairly normal nine-to-three business hours, except that she'd work Saturdays and not Tuesdays. (She planned to be home by three most days because that's when Adrian got out of school.)

Susan and Suzanne had picked out a French maid outfit that she absolutely loved. Even though it covered up most of her upper torso, it left her breasts, ass, and pussy completely exposed for easy access.

There would be no pay for her work, and she would have to do real housework much of the time, but that's exactly how she wanted it. The issue of pay didn't matter to her since she considered herself property of her master. She loved how Suzanne put it when she explained to her, "You'll be paid in freshly deposited Alan sperm. Your tasty reward will 'cum' in times, locations, and amounts of your master's choosing, of course."

Real money meant almost nothing to her since she was so rich, but every drop of her master's cum was precious.

Furthermore, Brenda was delighted that at the start of the day, the others had deigned to ask her to watch the newly-made sex video. Susan and Suzanne, quite possibly her two favorite people in the world outside her house except for Alan, not only gave her that kindness, but then they invited her to join them in their morning exercises. It was all too much excitement and happiness for her.

Susan and Brenda fondled each other all over while they watched the video, which naturally made Brenda even giddier. They seemed to love nothing better than to rub their bare chests into each other all day long.

Suzanne, though, seemed strangely detached and silent. She didn't even fondle herself, or at least, not as much as usual.

Once the video was over, the three super busty mothers all changed into their workout clothes and went down to the basement gym.

Suzanne spent a long time showing Brenda how the various machines worked, and Brenda found that both informative and filled with sexual fun.

Susan seemed quite frisky and kept touching Brenda all over, since Suzanne continued to come across as strangely moody despite her continued efforts to explain things to Brenda.

Before long, both Susan and Brenda had big wet stains over the crotches of their outfits.

Brenda noticed that Susan had two wet spots on her shirt over her nipples, which aroused Brenda to no end. One of Brenda's deepest dreams and fantasies was to be fully accepted into the Plummer family and be treated as one of the Plummer children. That would make Susan and Suzanne both her mothers, even though at thirty-five, Brenda was only two years younger than Susan and four years younger than Suzanne.

Brenda knew her fantasy could never be a reality since she had her own son. But still, the idea of suckling milk from her "mother" held a profound Freudian hold on her, and the sight of Susan lactating practically made her dizzy with arousal and pure joy. This morning, she simply couldn't keep her hands off of Susan's chest. Far from being jealous, she was overjoyed at the news that Susan's breasts had swollen up to 38I. (Had Susan's breasts actually reached Brenda's J-cup size, then the jealousy would have kicked in in a big way, but even then Brenda's tits visibly protruded from her chest significantly further than everyone else's so she didn't have much reason to worry.)

They got started on their exercises, but they hadn't been at it for more than a minute when Suzanne interrupted them. "Hold on. I've got something to get off my chest before we start. It's something that I want to say to Susan. But I'm thinking, Brenda, it'll be good if you hear it, too." She dropped a barbell and sat down.

The other two similarly made themselves comfortable on their exercise machines.

Suzanne looked at Susan crossly. "It's about this morning's video. For one, Sweetie didn't even know you'd be watching that. I don't think that's right. You should at least let him know that you're going to watch something like that and that you're going to share it with others, as a common courtesy, don't you think?"

Susan quickly nodded. "You're right. You're completely right. Sorry."

"Good. But that's just a minor thing. That's not what's bothering me. What's bothering me is what's on the video. You and Angel, the two of you seem to be trying to outdo each other in worshipping him and his long, fat cock!"

There was a long pause. Both Susan and Brenda looked at each other and blinked owlishly in stupefaction.

Finally, Susan asked with confusion, "And that's a bad thing?"

Brenda was so puzzled at what the problem with that might be that she was struck speechless.

Suzanne rolled her eyes at the two gorgeous mothers. "Of course that's a bad thing! You see, THAT'S the problem: you don't even see there's a problem. Susan, there's such a thing as balance. His life is all out of whack. You can kill someone with kindness just as quickly as with cruelty. Have you not been listening the past few days when we've been discussing issues of taking responsibility? Showing balance? Having a backbone? Remember that word: backbone. That's the operative word. Where's the backbone in this video? I see a bone, a perpetually hard and constantly sucked and fucked bone, but no backbone. Emperors and sultans have a rougher time of it than the way you treated him. I'm surprised one of you didn't brush his teeth for him, for crying out loud!"

Susan blushed. Actually, she would have gladly brushed his teeth for him, except that he'd been in the back seat of the family minivan on the way to school while she drove. Since Katherine sat next to him and had her head in his lap as she blew him most of the way to school, he had been forced to brush his teeth himself.

Susan thought it best not to mention any of that and defended herself, "But he was late. He said he needed to sleep in. We were just trying to help! Not only that, but what about his never-ending sperm buildup crisis? You can't possibly think I'd let him go to school with all that sperm swelling inside his balls, do you? That would be cruel!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "I know. Your intentions were good. But think of the effect so much love and affection will have. As sure as night follows day, he's going to get spoiled. He's going to come to expect that kind of treatment. Then he'll demand it. Before long, it'll no longer be fun for you or anyone else to serve an arrogant asshole hand and foot, on your knees."

Realizing what she'd just said, she clarified, "Yes, I know how much you love kneeling naked for him for most any reason, but especially to suck his cock. If he turns into 'Bad Alan' all the way though, you'll come to even dislike doing that too."

Susan thought, No! Never! But she kept quiet.

Suzanne went on, "No matter how bad he gets, with his sexual prowess, you'll please him anyway, and live a life of quiet desperation, grateful for whatever tiny scraps of kindness and attention you can get from him."

"And of course, the never-ending gallons of cum that he'll pump into all of my holes," Susan noted. "I imagine I would be grateful for that, regardless."

"True. But by and by, he'll turn into a monster. And if he's a monster, it'll ruin Amy's and Katherine's lives as well. I tell you, I see the seeds of it already. Little cracks in the armor of the good person he is, here and there. Not much, he's pretty much still the old Sweetie we love so much, but he's changing. And it's thanks to things like what you did this morning."

Susan frowned and asked, "So, what would you have done, if that had been you and Amy in that situation instead of me and Katherine? A, he needed a good night's sleep; B, he needed to eat breakfast and get ready for school; and C, he needed to get fucked and play with big-titted babes." She smiled, adding, "Lactating big-titted milky mommy babes, I should point out." (She tried not to mention lactation to Suzanne and Brenda, knowing it could be grounds for more jealousy, but sometimes her enthusiasm got the best of her.) "What would you cut out?"

Suzanne chuckled a bit. "First of all, he didn't 'need' to do all of those things. He would have survived if he missed any of those. And fucking and playing with 'big-titted babes' is not a need for anyone, not even for him. It's a want, a luxury."

Brenda's mouth gaped open. She felt like someone had punched her in the gut, hearing what she considered to be heretical words from Suzanne.

Susan fought back, "But fucking IS a need for him! Are you forgetting his six-times-a-day diagnosis just because he's been averaging over six times a day with ease? He needs to be constantly stimulated to keep up such a frantic pace. He absolutely NEEDS big-titted babes at his constant beck and call! It's a medical necessity!"

Suzanne of course knew that his medical diagnosis was a fabrication that she had engineered, but she couldn't say that. To even discuss it was dangerous, as she didn't want Susan or anyone else to have any doubts. She shrugged. "Okay, conceded. It would be a very good thing to get him to cum before he goes to school. But it's still not a need. If you forget, his whole medical problem in the first place didn't really rise to the level of need. And theoretically, there's no law that says he couldn't do something like masturbate to reach his target."

From Brenda's point of view, the masturbation comment was too much crazy talk for her to take. She gasped out loud.

Suzanne heard the gasp and turned her way, since Brenda happened to be on an exercise machine in a different part of the room than the other two when the conversation began. "What, Brenda? Is that really so impossible to believe?"

Brenda stammered and gaped, then finally answered, "Well, yes! What about the Big Tits Theory? According to the first thesis of the Big Tits Theory, a big-titted-"

Suzanne interrupted as she held up a silencing hand. "Hold on! Right now, I'm banning the Big Tits Theory from our discussions. Period. That theory is nothing but a sexual fantasy and you know it. Well, at least, I hope you know it, Susan. Let's deal with reality, because we have a very real problem with him."

"Problem, Mistress Suzanne?" Brenda asked, batting her big brown eyes. She'd missed most of the earlier discussions on this issue, and she still couldn't see any problem at all. She only saw a wonderful, loving family of incredibly attractive people who she wanted to spend the rest of her life keeping sexually satisfied. In particular, she had a dedication to keeping Alan's cock well drained that bordered on the devoutly religious.

"Think about someone who wins the lottery," Suzanne explained, mostly to Susan, since she figured Brenda to be a lost cause. "They get millions and millions of dollars. It doesn't sound like a problem - who sheds a tear for a lottery winner, right? 'Give me a break, I should be so lucky,' is what most people would say. But it is a problem, in fact, lots of big problems. Once the excitement wears off, most people have to deal with a whole host of new worries. Old friends and family come out of the woodwork trying to get a piece of the money. Con artists and outright thieves appear out of nowhere. The person can, and usually does, change for the worse. The money spoils them. Corrupts them. Ruins them. The bigger the winnings, the more likely the problems. Believe it or not, it can often be a curse, if the person can't handle their fortune. It's a bona fide fact that more than 80 percent of lottery winners end up bankrupt within the first five years."

She let that sink in, then continued, "Now, think of Alan. He's basically won a sexual lottery in life. All kinds of bad things can happen to him unless he's got the smarts and maturity and loved ones to help him do the right thing."

"But he does!" Susan protested. "He's got all that and more! Are you not his mother now, too? Are you not proud of him? He's just about the most mature, smart, and loving eighteen year old in the whole wide world! Not only that, but he's so sexually talented, so bursting with all that tasty sperm that just demands to be splattered across busty chests and gobbled down my throat, I mean our throats, that it makes me dizzy and giddy just to think about it!"

Her hips started squirming around in excitement as she continued nearly breathlessly, "He can handle anything. Who are we, as his big-titted sexual playthings, to question his wisdom or tell him what to do? Sure, as his mother, I try my best to encourage him, to suck his cock, to love him, spread my legs to receive his seed, give him advice, offer him the bounty of my chest, bend over so he can fuck my ass, and support him any other way I can, just like any good mother should. What more can I do?"

Brenda did not feel it was her role to butt in on this important conversation between her natural superiors, but she nodded her head enthusiastically at what Susan said, which set her tremendous bare breasts bouncing.

Suzanne just sighed. "I figured you'd say something like that. But don't you see? He is very talented. Exceptionally talented in every way. He's quickly learned how to say and do the right thing, and how to fuck a woman in just the right way to leave her willing to do anything and everything he wants to get fucked like that again. He's even done it to me. In fact, he's done it to just about every gorgeous and sexy woman he knows."

She muttered very quietly under her breath, "And to think, he was a virgin just two months ago. I created a monster, not that I regret it."

She sighed, then continued, "But therein lies the rub. At first I was content to just let him handle things, since he was doing so well. But he's too good. He's too lucky. Too talented. He's rising to greater and greater heights of sexual prowess. But the higher you rise, the harder you fall. Nobody could be put in the situation he's in and not let it go to his head. It's only been two months and the ramifications of all the changes haven't really hit him yet. Just give it some time. Eventually he'll turn into a horrible caricature of himself, and we'll be too sexually in his thrall to do anything about it."

"That sounds horrible!" Susan said with genuine concern. "But what are we supposed to do about it?"