Part 101: Long Train Runnin'

Day 72: Tuesday, November 26

Chapter 1

Susan was folding laundry when the telephone rang. She was wearing nothing but a sexy apron in anticipation of Alan arriving home. She rushed to the living room, where the nearest receiver was, holding her barely supported breasts to keep them from bouncing all over. She stopped and picked up the phone, but left an arm underneath her hefty rack. "Plummer residence."

"Susan! My mistress Susan! Thank God!" It was Brenda. Her voice sounded panicky.

"Hi Brenda. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, it's horrible! Just horrible! I'm so horny and frustrated and there's not a damn thing I can do about it!"

Susan smiled. Apparently there was no real emergency, just the usual hunger for cock that afflicted everyone in Alan's harem. "Why not?"

Brenda whimpered. "You know why. I hate to sound the tiniest bit like an ungrateful slave, but it's so hard not being allowed into your house on Tuesdays. I've been climbing up the walls all day! Furthermore, I'll have to wait aaaalll the way until tomorrow night before I can tell Master Alan that I'm going to fully dedicate my life to sexually serving him and his family. It's torture! Pure torture!" She squealed in agonized distress, "I need his thick fuckmeat in me this very instant or I'm going to DIE!"

Susan said sympathetically, "I know exactly how you feel. Exactly! Especially the craving for a long pounding of thick Alan fuckmeat; after you've had it once, it's a constant craving that never dies." She clenched and unclenched her naked ass cheeks as she savored that thought.

"I know! I have that craving already!" Brenda wailed in frustration.

"Yeah, well, that's because he's fucked you good! Just wait until AFTER he starts pumping your hot cunt to overflowing on a regular basis. You think you're suffering now? Ha!"

"But I AM suffering!" she whined.

Susan said more sympathetically, "I know. Just hang in there."

"But it's HARD!" Brenda whined some more.

"It IS! And thick and long and tasty, too!" Susan joked. It was hardly the most original joke in the world, but it cracked both of them up.

That eased Brenda's tension some, so Susan continued more seriously, "Today hasn't been the best of days for me either. Even though it's a Tuesday, here it is, nearly four o'clock, and my son hasn't deposited a single load on me or in me, or practically even near me! Angel got to sleep with him all night last night and got a big deposit of his morning sperm load to boot, and then he rushed off to fuck some high school pussy before classes started. Then last night he said something about having an SA-Club meeting after school, which is mostly a collection of cheerleaders and other hotties dedicated to servicing his penis. And naturally, 'SA' stands for 'Servicing Alan!'"

Brenda already knew about the SA-Club and what the 'SA' stood for, due to her frequent phones calls with Susan, but she loved being reminded about it just the same. "OH MY LORD! That's so exciting!"

"I know! How can I resist a boy who has all the sexiest, bustiest girls in school under his heel?"

"You can't, Susan; you can't! Oh Jesus! I'm ... I'm ... I'm playing with myself already! Not that it's even slightly surprising, knowing him! I'd be surprised if he DIDN'T have a collection of big-titted hotties at his beck and call at school! How do you think he does it?"

Susan was bursting with pride as she theorized, "Well, I imagine he scouts the school for the sexiest girls he can find. You know, the ones with the sultry faces, curvy and fit bodies, and of course the hugest, shapeliest tits. Then he'll invite her to the SA-Club without explaining what that means. She'll go, thinking it's some kind of extracurricular club that she can use to pad her resume and get into a good college. Only she'll show up and find my Tiger in the center of a bevy of naked busty babes, all taking turns on his cock!"

Brenda interrupted. "Oh God, oh God! That's HOT! She'll be shocked, but she'll see there's no way to resist!" Without realizing it, she started speaking as if this new recruit was her. "The other girls will all rip my clothes off and tie my hands behind my back! Then, naked and on my knees, I'll be forced to suck Master Alan's magnificent prick while the others all stand around and watch! They'll all groan with desire as he shoots a big load of his tasty cream down my throat!"

Susan moaned agreeably. "Mmmm! Yes! So tasty!"

Brenda enthused, "But that'll just be the beginning! Since I'm the new recruit, he's gotta fully break me in! Break my spirit, break my will to resist! He'll take me in every hole, totally taming my body, my mind, and my SOUL!"

With fingers pulling on her clit, Brenda was rapidly approaching orgasm. But she suddenly remembered that she was on the phone with Susan and added in a sheepish tone, "Um, at least, that's what I think would happen. Is that what happens?"

Susan chuckled, even though she too was busy frigging herself and getting close to her own climax "I noticed you changed that from talking about a girl to talking about you."

That embarrassed Brenda, but she said, "Well, it could be me, couldn't it? ... Hey! Do you think he'd let me join? For real?!"

"You could ask, but I really doubt it. Anyway, I don't really know what happens at these SA-Club meetings, but I have to assume it's something like what you described. After all, who could resist? Who would WANT to resist?"

"Not me!"

Susan sighed. "But there's a downside in having such a studly son, when my pussy and nipples, and heck, my entire body, throbs with need waiting for him to come home. Who knows how much teen twat he'll be fucking for how long before he finally gets around to me?"

"God, that's so HOT!" Brenda wailed with excitement. "He's totally putting you in your place, isn't he? Making you wait, making you beg!"

"He IS!" Susan agreed, finding her frustration highly exciting and arousing when it was put that way. Her fingers pulled on her nub and she gasped, "I'm gonna cum!"

Brenda gasped, "Me too! I'm totally WET already! I'm soaked! He's such a stud! He's ... he's ... Well, I can't even put into words what he is and what that does to me. 'Stud' just doesn't cut it!"

"I know, Brenda, and I agree one thousand percent! How can I stay angry at him when he's just so sexually overpowering? I just have to do what I'm told, and so do you! There needs to be a better word than just 'stud.'"

Brenda breathlessly suggested, "What about 'fuck lord'?!"

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's not get sacreligious."

"No, not THAT kind of lord, I mean 'the lord of the manor' kind of lord. As in lords and ladies."

Susan's face brightened. "Oh! Right! I like the sound of that!"

"Yes! Master Alan! My Fuck Lord!" In Brenda's mind the words were capitalized, as if referring to a deity. "Can you imagine him saying, 'I am your lord and master?!'" She shivered lustily, because the phrase "lord and master" held an extra erotic thrill for her.

"OOOH!" Susan shivered lustily as well. She'd heard Brenda describe her pivotal "lord and master" conversation many times, and that phrase was starting to thrill her as well.

"You're not mad at him, are you? A Fuck Lord like him NEEDS to spread his seed around!"

Susan could feel her pussy quivering as her orgasm rushed over her. "Oh God! It's true! It's true! He's going to FUCK them all, and probably impregnate them for good measure! AAAIIIEEE!"

Brenda had been holding back, just barely, waiting for Susan. But upon hearing that, she gave in to her lusty feelings and came hard. She screamed loudly into the phone with an incoherent wail.

After a minute or two, Brenda recovered enough to say into the general direction of the phone, "Wow. Phew! That was just what I needed. Even when our master isn't around, he fucks me so good!"

"Ain't that the truth," Susan agreed, managing to sit back up. "Every day, I have more orgasms just thinking about him than I do actually with him, and probably most of them are when I'm talking with you. But it's just not the same. I'm still climbing the walls. I mean, I'm absolutely undeniably climbing the walls! Brenda, tomorrow night is your special time with your unveiling as house maid and everything, but Tuesdays are supposed to be MY time. You and I just have to cope during these tragically unfucked and unfondled hours."

Brenda grunted needfully.

Susan fidgeted, but that only caused her to rub her legs together and made her more aroused. Fighting the rising desire, she said firmly, "We have to be strong!"

"But how, Susan, how? He's just so dreamy and dominating. All I can do is think about serving him, helping him cum, feeling his thick cock sliding into my-"

Susan cut her off before she could get both of them too excited again. She replied in as calm a voice she could muster, "Well, for instance, you know how Suzanne and I enjoy passing much of each morning exercising, and I've told you how that makes his time in school go by a lot faster. In fact, today we exercised for over three hours!"

"Non-stop?!"

"No. Off and on. But regardless, it feels good to know that I'm making my body more fuckable and sexually pleasing to my son with every weight I lift, every mile I run."

"Ooh! That's really sexy! I'll bet you look really sexy doing it, too!"

"We do! Lately, we've been taking pictures of ourselves working out from time to time, because we look and feel so sexy and it's not fair that Tiger doesn't get to see us like that. In fact, I have one of Suzanne over here somewhere. Ah, yes." She picked up a photo. "Do I love her body or what?! What a body..." She lost herself staring at the photo.

But Brenda brought her back to Earth. "I wish I could see all that with my own eyes."

"Yeah, well, I'll show you some next time you come over. But my point is, we not only do the usual workout stuff, which we've been doing for years, but in recent weeks we've also been practicing our Kegel muscle control to better squeeze and please Tiger's cock with our tight cunts, deep throating and other cocksucking techniques to please his cock, working on anal muscle control, which also helps please his cock ... In fact, pretty much everything we do is designed to better please his cock one way or another."

"That's so brilliant!" Brenda stated very firmly as she started to play with her pussy lips some more, "And as it should be."

Susan sighed happily, cupping the sensitive undersides of her breasts. "It makes me feel so good, knowing that every single day, I'm becoming a better sex toy mommy." She hefted her boobs up as if showing them off for her son. "And Suzanne and I usually help each other get a few orgasms in, which helps take the edge off of waiting a little bit. Just like with you, whenever talk about all the things Tiger's done to us recently, it's almost as good as really doing it all over again." She'd been hoping to talk about something calm and non-sexual, but belatedly realized her topic didn't exactly help matters.

"That sounds great," Brenda sighed. She longed to ask if she could join in future workout sessions, and Susan might have been receptive to the idea, but Brenda felt that as house slave it wasn't her place to ask for such things. However, she resolved to start working out on her own immediately. She'd never lost her baby fat, and she worried sometimes that she was too chubby, even though she hadn't gained any weight in years.

She frowned as she imagined neither Alan nor Adrian desiring her. "But I don't have what you have with Suzanne. Worse, Adrian is home from school already, looking so cute and fuckable. How I long to suck his balls dry to mark time until I can be with my master. My Fuck Lord!"

Her own use of this new phrase caused Brenda to suddenly pant so much that she had to take a few moments to calm her voice. "Like you, I need something to take the edge off, and I've discovered cocksucking makes me feel so peaceful and content. It's like having a pacifier in my mouth. I could suck cock for hours! Days on end!"

The idea of sucking on Alan's cock for days without stopping got Susan so excited that she suddenly lost her remaining cool and grabbed at her pussy again. Since she was wearing nothing but an apron, there was little impediment for her to reach her dripping slit. "Oh! Me too! Me too! I've told you how I find cocksucking so calming, even as it's endlessly exciting. How is it the same with you?"

"I don't know. It just is."

After a few moments, Susan cooled down a bit and pointed out, "Brenda, you and I are so similar in so many ways. It's our big tits, I think. You know my Big Tits Theory."

"Know it? My mistress, that theory has become the guiding credo and code for my entire life! I just hope he's knocked off a couple dozen of the sexiest girls in that club of his, so they can all learn the truth too."

"Knocked off? Do you mean knocked up?"

"SUSAN! Good God! That's so sexy! Yes, knocked up! I hope he knocks them up right there in his classes, while everybody else just stands and stares! Wouldn't that be great? Can you just imagine DOZENS of the sexiest girls in the school, all walking around with fat bellies, all proudly admitting that Master Alan is the daddy?" She had to pause for breath because she found that idea so arousing.

Susan gasped with pleasure as she frigged herself with her free hand. "Oh, I agree, totally! That would be SO HOT!" But then she said in a sadder voice, "If only Tiger could breed me. Sometimes I feel so ... useless. What I wouldn't give to have him breed me!"

Knowing from previous experience that that topic tended to greatly depress Susan, Brenda quickly changed the topic. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh, it's my erotic-apron look. You know, just an apron and nothing else. It never fails to get Tiger thick and hard, and it doesn't get in the way of any of my 'naughty bits' at all." She could hear the sound of rubbing fabric from Brenda's line. She asked with an increasingly ragged voice, "What about you? Are you naked?"

Brenda looked down at her black dress in frustration. It was on so tight that she didn't have good pussy access, forcing her to rub herself through her clothes or lift her dress up. "No, sadly. Suzanne won't even let me walk around topless when Adrian is around. I've probably ruined this dress, I've gotten so wet ... But I'll fix that! I'll be back in a minute! Oh, and switch to a speaker phone! I know I will!"

Susan chuckled because it wasn't her intention to get Brenda naked; she'd just wanted to hear a sexy description of what her bosomy friend was wearing and doing.

Both Susan and Brenda rushed off to find their speaker phones. Susan's was located on the wall by the kitchen counter, and she made it there quickly.

Brenda took longer undressing, so Susan kept herself busy playing with her clit, slit, and boobs. She didn't take the apron off, but just moved it more out of the way. She was soaking wet between the thighs already.

Chapter 2

Finally, Susan heard a very breathy, excited, and totally naked Brenda returned to the phone.

"Mistress, sorry that took a bit. We have video monitors all over the house now, as you know, and I don't want Adrian listening in. He's taking a nap right now, but I have to assume he could wake up and spy on me at any time. I had to disconnect the speaker phone from another room and bring it into my bedroom closet, the one place I can go where he can't see."

"The one place? Don't you want some privacy?"

"Absolutely not. Why should I? How can I serve my master or my son if I'm hidden in my room? Plus, it's so damn hot to be on constant display, always knowing he could be looking at me, even if he isn't! It makes me feel like a sex object all day long."

Susan couldn't disagree with that sentiment. "That sounds pretty nice, I must admit. But what about your bathroom? I assume you have privacy there, right?"

"No! Especially not the bathroom! I get so wet knowing that Aidy's probably jacking off most every time I take a shower. And you should see how much I get into my showers lately as a result. God, it's so good! I could lather up my tits and ass for hours, knowing that my son is watching - you should try it!"

"I think I will! Truth be told, we've hardly begun to tap the video surveillance possibilities over here, though Suzanne and I did watch the footage of Tiger fucking Angel this morning after they left for school, when we were doing our morning workouts. But I'd want privacy when I go to the toilet, at least."

"Well, actually, that is the one other private spot. When Mistress Suzanne helped with the installation, she made sure there was no camera pointing in the toilet seat area, since that's separate from the bathtub area. She said she didn't want Adrian to get some kind of weird water sports fixation. She's such a wise mistress. But other than the toilet and my walk-in closet where I have my computer set up, his eyes can follow my body just about everywhere I go! Frankly, I get horny just remembering that I have no privacy, that my every move is on display for his lustful eyes, that he could be shooting hot spunk into the air while looking at me at any given second! Even if he's not home, I walk with an extra bounce in my step and an extra jiggle in my tits, knowing that he theoretically COULD be watching."

"Good Lord!" Susan breathed heavily. "That does sound really hot! Total devotion. Total submission. Total nakedness! I love it. We still have many rooms in this house not under video surveillance. I'm going to have to see about changing that. Although I don't know if the others would agree, especially Suzanne. Heck, and probably Tiger, too. Oh, poo! But in any case, you were talking about stuffing your son's cock down your throat for hours and hours! Let's get back to that. Tell me more!"

"Sadly, it's just talk at this point. I can't even so much as fondle his dick yet, much less give him my tits to plow and plunder. GOD, I'd love to get titfucked by my son all afternoon! But Mistress Suzanne won't let me do anything!"

"What?! Why not? Surely she knows that good mommies fuck their sons. Why, that's practically the very definition of a good mommy. That's what we do! That's why Suzanne and I and everyone agreed to give you a special exception so you could fuck Adrian until he gets a worthy girlfriend. Surely Suzanne would understand that you need to take the edge off when Alan isn't around, and you'll be helping Adrian mature at the same time. So why wait?"

"I know, I know! But Mistress Suzanne said yesterday that I have to slowly seduce him. She says that I've got to draw it out and slowly teach him all along that Master Alan's sexual needs come first. She says it'll be tough for Adrian to understand that his mother is a sex slave willingly owned and controlled by some strange eighteen year old boy. I can see she has a point there. Since Adrian is male, he'll have trouble quickly recognizing my master's natural sexual superiority, and Alan's need to have a large harem of nothing but the sexiest big-titted nymphos around, including me. In fact, Adrian might find the whole thing completely absurd and do something crazy. He's naturally going to wonder why his mommy doesn't spend all her time fucking her own son."

"Naturally!" Over the last two months, Susan had come to consider mother-son incest almost a moral imperative for nearly any family. Neither she nor Brenda had any idea how absurd their conversation might sound to an outsider.

"So it's complicated, my mistress. Suzanne's got a whole progression of seduction steps planned out for me. But it's going to take forever, it seems! I hate to be so uppity, but I want my Pooh Bear filling my tight, needy hole right now! Good God! I've got a big dildo in me at this very moment, but it's just not the same! I want flesh and blood! More than anything, I want Master Alan's eight inches! But all I've got is this double-headed plastic thing."

"I'm so with you, Brenda. I hardly even use dildos any more unless someone's pushing it in me, because after you've been to heaven, nothing else comes close." She looked down at her own fingers pushing in and out of her steamy hole and sighed at how inadequate they were. "But you were saying?"

"Yeah. My frustration! Between my having to stay away from Alan AND Adrian AND the Plummer house altogether, today has been sheer living hell. I'm sorry to take up your precious time with my petty problems, but I just had to vent to someone. Please forgive me, Mistress!"

"Don't worry, I don't mind," Susan said honestly. "In fact, this is just the kind of thing to help take my mind off waiting around for my well-hung son to return to me."

"Oh, Mistress! You're far too kind." Then, after a long pause, Brenda asked, "Susan, I haven't known you very long, but I already consider you my best friend. So tell me: do you ever have doubts about endlessly serving your master as a sex toy?"

Susan asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious."

"Brenda, may I remind you that we don't have any choice in the matter. That's what the Big Tits Theory says. We were born this way, born to serve. Just like a lion is born to eat meat and a lamb is born to eat grass, we were born to suck and fuck. But even if there WAS a choice, I wouldn't change a thing. I've never been happier in my life."

She went on, "That said, of course I've had my doubts, and I still do sometimes. I have pangs of guilt from remembering that I'm still a married woman, or thinking about what my parents or siblings might think if they knew about my new lifestyle, that sort of thing. I especially wonder from time to time if I can square my lifestyle with being a good Christian. But those kinds of feelings are usually fleeting, and as each day passes, they bother me less and less. What about you?"

Brenda replied, "You're so right, as usual. Times like this, the waiting, it's so frustrating. I have my doubts too, especially during these between times when we just wait and wait. But I'm just like you in that my doubts seem to be lessening day by day. Except for the problem of having sex with Alan and Adrian at the same time. I know that's going to be big trouble before long."

Susan said, "You're almost certainly right about that. But never fear. Alan and Suzanne will manage to overcome whatever problems arise. They're really good at that. Don't forget your true nature. You were made for sex. Just lovingly serve your master and seduce your son, according to plan, and keep Alan and Suzanne informed so they can make adjustments as need be."

"Sounds good. Thanks for the reassurance." Brenda loved how much she and Susan were on the same wavelength.

Chapter 3

"Just a minute." Susan stopped fondling herself and looked around, because she thought she'd heard something over the sound of her own pussy squishing noises. "Ah. Amy! How ya doing?"

"M'kay!" Amy stood behind Susan, only a short distance away. She hadn't been hiding, and in fact she'd been quietly standing there a while now. It was just that she didn't want to interrupt while Susan was talking on the phone. She'd wanted to fool around with her original mother a bit, but Suzanne was busy and had sent her off to the Plummer house.

Susan resumed groping her own left breast and pistoning fingers in and out of her pussy as she asked Amy, "Do you have a question for me or something?"

"Nope. Sorry for butting in. I'm just bored. Waiting for tonight, waiting for my O.B."

Susan laughed. "Join the party! That's Brenda on the speaker phone. We both have the waiting for Alan blues. Why don't you listen in? She's about to tell me the latest about her seduction of her son Adrian. Brenda?"

Brenda sighed. "Hi, Mistress Amy. Susan's exaggerating, unfortunately. I don't really have any good stories to tell. I was just telling her that Suzanne wants my seduction of Aidy to go slow. So I have to hold back. And I have my maid living here. Anika. Have either of you met her?"

Amy and Susan both said "No."

Amy added, "I haven't even met Adrian. I've only seen a photo." She began talking off her clothes as she said this.

"Well," Brenda said with resignation, "Anika is wonderful. She's an older lady from Austria, and I kind of think of her as my grandmother. But she's also like my conscience made flesh. She's very old school, very European. Very strict. She knows all about my lust for my son and is fine with it." She didn't realize how contradictory this would sound to a typical person.

She continued, "She doesn't have any sons of her own, but nonetheless she recognizes Aidy and I share something special, something that needs to be shared physically. So normally she would be a big help for me. The only problem is, Suzanne has recruited Anika to sort of be her eyes and ears to make sure my seduction doesn't go too fast. It's so frustrating! I feel like I'm on a short leash, and I don't mean that in the good rape and spank your helpless sex slave on a leash kind of way!"

Susan laughed, and then replied, "But knowing you, you must have done something. Tell me what happened- oh! Sorry. Amy surprised me. She's dropped to her knees and started licking my ass crack. Where was I?"

"You want me to tell you what happened today?"

"Exactly. Oh yessss! AMY! Where did you learn to do that?"

Amy was rimming Susan's anus while running a finger across a sensitive spot in the perineum, the space between Susan's pussy and ass. She answered, "Nowhere special, Mom. I'm just really into asses these days, after what Alan did to me last night."

"Ah. Well, don't stop. I've got my front side covered for now. Brenda, you were saying?"

The loud squishing sounds coming from Brenda's line died down a bit as she resumed talking. "Oh, yes. So when I got up this morning I was going to make breakfast for Adrian naked. Actually, I should say help Anika make breakfast. She really does everything and I supervise. Ever since I've been de facto divorced I really don't have anything to do all day except fantasize about Master Alan, and now my son too. But I digress. Anika asked me what my excuse for being naked at breakfast would be, and of course I didn't have one. So I had to put on something to wear. I chose the skimpiest bathing suit I could find. She allowed that, since I could claim that I was going to go swimming once he left for school."

Amy switched from licking Susan's ass down to her pussy, and then back again.

Susan was so overcome that she had to brace herself up against the wall to remain standing. She said between heavy breaths, "You should try the erotic apron look for breakfast. That's what I wear most every morning, and my Tiger never gets tired of it. Just an apron and nothing else. It's good for cooking AND raising cocks."

"But don't you see, Mistress Susan?" Brenda complained. "I can't even do that, because I can't give a plausible non-sexual excuse for wearing just that. Ad-"

"GOD! Amy's tongue is so far inside me! Jesus, Amy! Oops. Sorry for interrupting, Brenda. It's like she's stuffed her entire head inside my ass crack."

"That's okay. I wish I could be there right now to see it. So much! ... Where was I? Oh yeah. Adrian isn't even supposed to know how badly I want him buried up to his balls in the hole he came out of. It's so aggravating! So I did the best I could. I wore this one bathing suit I just bought the other day. It's fairly normal at the bottom, a real high cut and practically a G-string in the back, but the top is strange. A thin strip of cloth rises from the bottom piece at the hip, then goes over a nipple and not much else, crosses over the back, then goes back down over the other nipple and attaches at the other hip. It looks like a big red X from the front. There are no shoulder straps at all."

"No shoulder straps?" Susan asked. "How on Earth does it stay on? That can't give much support at all, and you need a LOT of support."

"It doesn't!" Brenda announced happily. "All you have to do is look at it funny and the top comes right off. That's why it's my new favorite suit. And as for support, rather than hold my tits down, it actually causes them to bounce and protrude even more than if I was buck naked. So I was pretty happy with wearing it. Anika grumbled though. She said, 'Vatch out. Remember, don't disappoint dat Suzanne voman.' I should mention my maid has the cutest Austrian accent. I can't really do it justice. But in any case, when Adrian walks into the kitchen area and sees me like that, he flips out. But not in a good way. He's suspicious. He says, 'Ma, what's going on? Yesterday, you dressed so ... well ... unusual. And today you're just the same. You never dressed this revealingly when there was a huge heat wave, but it's November already. I don't get it.'"