Part 124: Mother and Child Reunion

Day 74: Thursday, November 28

Chapter 1

Anika lurched through the door with several boxes in her arms. She dropped them on the bed and staggered out the door, closing it behind her.

Brenda had a big smile on her face as she looked at the boxes, but then she remembered that she was supposed to be distraught about being punished, so she managed to wipe the smile away.

Suzanne dropped her domineering pose momentarily because curiosity got the best of her. "What's all this then?"

"Let me show you!" Brenda practically leapt to the bed. As exciting and arousing as everything had been up to this point, the idea of being physically punished, and by her most powerful and dominant of mistresses, no less, made her nearly giddy with delight. Plus, she was proud of her collection that she'd been secretly amassing for years while still trying to hide her submissive nature, and was thrilled to finally share it with somebody. She started opening boxes.

Suzanne peered in. She'd expected a few paddles, and maybe a couple of other things like nipple clips, but she was amazed at what she saw. There were things in the boxes that Suzanne didn't even know existed. She held up a hollow long brown leather contraption and frowned at it. "What's this?"

"Oh, that? It completely covers my arms and binds them together behind my back, sort of like a hogtie. And see these things here, those are so you can hook a rope through there and tie the whole thing to the ceiling. In fact, since you like me to have my hands behind my back, maybe you should use this on me right now so I'll be in a completely helpless state for the whipping you're going to give me!" Her eyes lit up at that prospect.

Brenda paused and momentarily fantasized what it would be like to be hogtied in it, grimacing in pain as Suzanne stood behind her, whipping her ass into a flush ruby red. She sighed longingly.

Then she rifled through another box and reverently picked up what looked to be an oversized ping pong paddle. "Or, if you're going to get me warmed up with a spanking, I suggest you use this. It's the paddle my mother Anna used on me in my weekly spankings, so it has a special place in my heart."

Suzanne rolled her eyes when neither Brenda nor Adrian could see. Then she leaned down to Brenda, who was sitting on the bed right below her, and whispered, "Remember that Adrian's watching and you're supposed to be hating this."

Brenda's eyes went wide, then she said, "You ... horrible ... mean person, you. You wouldn't REALLY whip me, would you?"

Suzanne nearly had to laugh again because Brenda's acting job was so bad.

The quality of her performance didn't matter though, because Adrian was so stunned and amazed that he wasn't thinking clearly in the first place, and a good portion of his brain was focused on nothing but watching and enjoying every move his naked mother made.

When he saw the two women holding up some of the items from the boxes, and heard his mother begging not to be whipped, he felt his heart flutter. He wanted to stop Suzanne, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. It wasn't that he was frightened of the pain - he was used to pain after all his beatings at school. It was the psychological intimidation that he had no answer to. All he could do at the moment was hope and pray that Suzanne would choose to be lenient. He hated himself for not acting.

Suzanne took charge again and grabbed the paddle out of Brenda's hand. "Slave, stand back at attention!"

Brenda hopped up off the bed and resumed her lewd stance.

Brenda expected that Suzanne would bark out new orders, but Suzanne didn't do so. Instead, Suzanne remained completely quiet while closely inspecting her. She slowly walked around the improbably busty woman, looking her up and down in a clinical manner like she was inspecting a new car for even the slightest scratches.

This unnerved Brenda greatly. She wondered what Suzanne was trying to accomplish, not realizing that Suzanne had no motive for doing that except to get her increasingly flustered.

Suzanne slowly circled Brenda twice and then began a third circuit. Her inspection seemed to go on and on forever. Walking around brought her face to face with the wardrobe at times, but she always kept her eyes down when pointing in that direction.

Finally, Brenda couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Excuse me, Mistress, did I do something wrong?"

Suzanne erupted, "YES! Did I ask you to speak? Who gave you permission to ask ME a question?!"

Brenda was shocked. She just barely managed to eke out, "N-n-n-no ... Nobody?"

Suzanne asked in a rapid-fire delivery, "Is that a question? Are you daring to ask me another question? Where did you get the gall to ask so many questions?"

"Yes. No. Oh, I don't know!" The questions were coming so fast that Brenda didn't even know which one she was answering. She brought her hands from behind her back as part of her submissive stance and put them on her head as a gesture that seemed to say, "Stop asking so many questions; my head hurts."

Suzanne grinned because Brenda's taking her hands out of position gave her something else she could harp on and fault her for. "Slave! BAD Tit Slave! You know, I don't even know if you're deserving of 'tit slave' status. I just might have to demote you to regular slave status."

"Oh no! Not that! Please!" Up until that moment, Brenda didn't even know that being a tit slave was an extra special thing (because the idea had just popped into Suzanne's head). But now that she heard that, there was almost nothing more important to her than keeping that title.

"Where are your hands?"

Brenda took her hands off her head like she'd realized she'd just put them on hot coals. They flew to her backside. "Behind my back, Mistress!"

Now Suzanne really got into Brenda's face, staring at her from mere inches away. "Behind your back?! Behind your back?! Did you really say that? You think you can LIE to me, while I'm watching you? You don't take me for some kind of fool, do you? Did you think you could get away with that?" Again, she asked more than one question in rapid succession that had opposite answers so Brenda would almost certainly answer incorrectly.

Brenda was in no condition to give a coherent answer such as, "Yes, I really said that, but no to all the rest." Instead, she flailed about, turning her head because she couldn't stand the close stare. "Yes, Sir! No, Sir! Whatever you say! I just ... I- I- I don't know what I'm supposed to say!"

"Look me in the eyes." As Brenda forced herself to turn her head back, Suzanne drew even closer, until the tips of their noses were actually touching. "Did I hear you correctly? Am I losing my mind, or did you just call me 'sir'?! Is my very gender in question?" She subtly shifted her posture and closed in. "Can you not feel my breasts pressing into yours? What do you think those are? Answer me, Tit Slave!"

Brenda flinched and yelped. "Aaaaiiieee! I-I-I don't know! Help me! Somebody help me, I can't say anything right!"

Knowing full well that Adrian was hiding just a few feet away and listening, Suzanne said, "There's nobody here but you. So nobody can help you." She hoped that would get Adrian to start seriously thinking about rescuing his mother. "Now, answer the question! Yes or no! And stop looking away already!"

Brenda didn't even know what question she was supposed to reply to, since she'd been hit by so many. And having to keep her eyes looking into Suzanne's eyes from only about two inches away was completely frazzling her and undermining what little remained of her ability to hold herself together.

And as if that wasn't enough, Suzanne knew just how to use her body. Her aroused nipples were pushing hard into Brenda's exposed and pillowy breasts. Suzanne subtly rotated her shoulders in small circles, causing her stiff nipples to repeatedly rub over Brenda's equally stiff ones. It was just one more thing driving Brenda to distraction.

Taking a wild stab at an answer, Brenda replied in a meek voice, "Y-y-yes?"

Actually, Suzanne would treat any answer Brenda gave as the wrong one, but a "yes" made it particularly easy for her. "Yes?! So you ARE questioning my gender, aren't you! You don't think I'm a man? Or don't you?" She was additionally trying to trip up Brenda with a confusing use of negatives.

Brenda started to pull back, realizing that she was just digging herself in deeper and deeper. "Yes! I mean, no! I mean, you're a woman! All woman, Mistress! Help!" She looked towards the wardrobe in desperation.

Suzanne looked angrier than a fire-breathing dragon in full fury. She raised up the paddle she'd been holding all this time and held it above her head menacingly.

Brenda took several steps backwards while Suzanne stepped forwards just as much, pursuing her.

Again, Brenda looked desperately at the crack between the wardrobe doors. Adrian had just opened them wider so he could still see what was happening as Suzanne and Brenda stepped out of his field of vision.

Adrian saw the pleading look on his mother's face and couldn't take it anymore. He thought, It's one thing for kids to beat me up. I'm used to it, and besides, I'm just a no-good nobody. But Mama! She's precious! I can't let this happen to her! I've got to DO something! I know I'm doomed to lose against the likes of Suzanne, but at least I have to try!

Without having any sort of plan or even a clear idea what he was doing, he burst out of the wardrobe. It wasn't the most suave move in the world, since he had to push his way through the sweaters and hangars and he stumbled a bit as he staggered out and regained his footing on the carpet. But his heart was in the right place, and that was to protect his dear mother at all costs, even though he was certain his effort was doomed from the start. Suzanne seemed to be completely in command and unstoppable in getting exactly what she wanted, and he didn't have a clue how to combat that.

Heedless of the fact that he was buck naked and still sporting a very stiff erection dripping with pre-cum, he waved his hands wildly and shouted, "No! Stop! Don't hurt her!"

Chapter 2

Adrian didn't realize it, but this was exactly what Suzanne had been planning. She didn't know about his bully troubles at school, but had quickly realized that he lacked self-confidence. She was hoping to manipulate events so that he would come off as a hero, both for his sake and for Brenda's. She wasn't worried about him actually hurting her, since she correctly figured that Adrian would almost certainly be restrained by the social convention against men hurting women. Besides, if he seriously tried anything physical, she was confident she could ably defend herself.

As Adrian stepped closer to where Brenda was cowering on the floor in front of Suzanne, his cry was simultaneously angry and pleading. "Stop it! Not my mother! Please! She's my whole world. She's everything to me! If you hurt her ... I can't let you! I can't!"

Suzanne wanted to test him to see just how far he would go on his mother's behalf. She slowly turned her head to look at him, then said with just a hint of cool contempt, "So you finally decided to sneak out of your hiding spot?"

Adrian was taken aback, especially by the complete lack of surprise on her part. "You knew I was in the wardrobe?!"

Suzanne chuckled, almost to herself. "Please! You honestly think you could fool me? I know everything."

Adrian was stunned by Suzanne's presence. She radiated power and control, and he had been shielded from the full effects when peeking from his hiding place. He didn't know how to respond. Then she took a step towards him, and that frightened him. It was all he could do not to run away, but he knew he had to rise above his usual cowardice to save his mother. He cried out, "Leave her alone! Please! I'll do anything. Whip me instead! I'll take her place, but don't hurt her!"

Suzanne hadn't expected this much backbone from him and was secretly pleased, even though it further complicated some of her plans. She pushed him a bit further. "So you think you can question my authority to punish my slave? Why should I believe she'd learn anything by whipping you instead?"

Adrian knew he had to think fast. He blurted out, "It'll hurt her more to see me hurt than if you hurt her! Besides, uh, it was all my idea for the titfuck, and the, uh blowjob. I did it! I raped her!"

Suzanne was honestly impressed. She realized that while Adrian had obvious self-confidence issues, he was no dummy and could think on his feet. More importantly, it was clear from the depth of his emotion that he was prepared to do anything it took to save his mother from danger. In fact, it was obvious that he valued her life more than his own. In this Suzanne was struck by a similarity to Susan, who would stop at nothing to help her children if they were in danger. That passion was one of the things she liked the most about her best friend, and now she couldn't help but feel a lot of admiration for Adrian's determination in the face of danger.

Suzanne wanted to reward his courage but she still had to play her role of the baddie, so she growled in Brenda's direction, "Well, at least someone around here is willing to take responsibility for their actions! Slave, your son has earned you a reprieve ... for now."

As impressed as Suzanne was by Adrian's stand, Brenda was completely blown away. Apparently forgetting Suzanne's presence, she stood and threw herself at her son, enveloping him in a big bear hug. "Oh, Aidy! Aidy! My hero!" She began to cry in his arms, touched by his love.

Adrian was simply overcome with emotion. He felt fear and anger and joy and relief all at the same time.

But as the hug went on, it became increasingly clear that Brenda wasn't in any serious danger of being paddled, at least not anymore, and it was increasingly difficult for the two of them to overlook the fact that they were both buck naked. Her pointy nipples were boring into his chest and his hot and pulsing dick pressed into her lower abdomen.

Brenda kept cooing variations on "My hero!" and "My son!" over and over.

This made Arian feel even more proud and heroic, until he happened to look up at Suzanne.

Suzanne wanted to make the situation a success for him, without ceding her control in the process. "Adrian, your honesty has put me in a generous mood. I'll suspend any physical punishments this time, which is better than either of you deserve." She paused and strategically frowned. "But don't think I'll be so lenient in the future."

Brenda gushed to her son, "You hear that? You really did save me!" Their lips reached each other and they started to kiss like lovers possessed.

Suzanne watched, wryly amused by this turn of events, but at the same time she began to feel like a third wheel. Damn, these two really love each other. It's just so right that they're getting physical. I'm proud to have been helping with that, even though I've also been trying to slow them down. It almost makes me feel sad that Adrian has to share her. But he just doesn't understand her submissive needs, and there's no way he can help her with those. Still, it's beautiful to watch.

Their kissing finally slowed, and Brenda pulled back to say, "Don't worry, Aidy, it's okay now. Please don't be mad at Mistress Suzanne."

Adrian had nearly forgotten that Suzanne was there. He looked in her direction and focused on the paddle she was still holding. "But she was about to hit you with that big paddle!"

Brenda smiled. "Yes, but I don't really hate spankings; in fact, I love 'em! Remember how I was telling you earlier how much I was hoping you could start spanking me every day? She's just giving me what I want and what I need."

Seeing the others were too googly-eyed at each other to pay her any mind at the moment, Suzanne slapped her hand against her forehead in frustration. D'oh! Talking about going off message! How am I supposed to be the bad guy here, when she goes on like that?!

Adrian asked, "But Ma! You can't really mean it. She was going to hurt you! I can't let anyone hurt you!"

She rained kisses all over his face, saying, "And I love you for it, my big hero! But you don't understand me completely. Mama has a need to be spanked. Spanked until it really hurts to sit, even, if Mistress would allow it. You know that old John Cougar Mellancamp song 'Hurts So Good'? It's kind of like that. I love a good hard spanking more than you'd love a blowjob and titfuck put together!"

"But Ma! I couldn't just sit there and watch you get beaten by that paddle. I think of what the bullies do at school to me and-"

"Aidy, it's not like that at all. Mistress Suzanne is my FRIEND! And so much more! She gives me something I desperately need, and that allows me to be what I really am. I love you so very, very much, and today more than ever, my gallant rescuer! But your love also prevents you from providing some things I need very badly in order to be truly happy. Things that I've denied myself for too long in an attempt to be 'normal'. Could you spank me the way Mistress Suzanne can?"

"No! Never! I'd rather die! A little sexy spanking for fun, okay, but not like REAL spanking to really punish!"

"You see? That's why I need people like Alan and Suzanne in my life. It doesn't take away my love for you, not one bit. But I'm an extreme submissive. It's just how I am, and I need a strong dominant, like Suzanne or Alan, in order for my submissive itch to get scratched. Can you understand that?"

"I can try," he answered glumly.

Brenda added with even more enthusiasm, "Good! And now, my knight in shining armor, I think you need a big reward, even though I wasn't really in any danger." One of her hands had already drifted down to his erection, and now she drew attention to that fact, squeezing his hardness a couple of times. "Oh, what's this? Is this all for me?" She giggled mischievously.

She broke the hug and brought both hands to his erection. But then, suddenly mindful of Suzanne's earlier displeasure, she looked to her and asked, "Mistress, may I?"

Suzanne nodded, but said in a no nonsense tone, "Take it easy. Don't let him cum just yet."

Adrian was going to complain about the fact that Suzanne was dictating such terms, but within seconds Brenda had him feeling so good that he nearly forgot Suzanne even existed. It wasn't just the way his mother was stroking him, but also how she lustily rubbed up against him and hotly breathed into his ear. Brenda was all heat and passion, and right now every bit of that heat and passion was focused totally on him, her son, her hero.

Suzanne watched and thought ruefully, When I was whispering to her, I should have made it clear that I'm supposed to be the baddie here. But that's okay. I think things are kind of working out on their own. The fact that Brenda undercut what I'm trying to do here with her comments probably won't matter much. Adrian will just think she's been brainwashed somehow and be all the more frustrated at me. Plus, luckily Brenda brought up a very good point, speaking from the heart. It's blatantly obvious that Adrian can't treat his mother in certain ways she needs to be treated. It's the same thing with my Sweetie: he's got this soft spot with his mother, too. He loves to rain spankings on shapely female asses, but I don't think he gets any joy out of spanking Susan. Makes me kind of jealous of her, actually.

Still, what Brenda pointed out is something we can build on. Eventually, Adrian will see that his mother isn't just temporarily deluded or brainwashed and that she really does have strong submissive needs that he just can't fulfill. He's clearly never going to be a natural master like Alan. If Adrian really loves his mother, and it's obvious that he does, he'll have to realize that she needs her time at the Plummer house to be completely happy, as well as her time with him.

She looked at the big smiles on their faces and the loving look passing between them and thought, My work here is nearly done, which is good 'cos I can't stay long in any case. I've got a turkey in the oven that I can't forget about. But before I go, I just need to put on the finishing touches here...

She deliberately cleared her throat.

Chapter 3

Brenda turned Suzanne's way immediately. Her resolve to completely obey her mistress was sky high now, after everything Suzanne had just said and done. She'd very much liked having Suzanne as a mistress before, but now she adored her with a fervor that bordered on the religious.

Adrian turned his head more slowly, mostly to see where his mother was looking.

Even though Brenda's hand was still slowly pumping up and down on Adrian's shaft, Suzanne could see she had enough of their attention, so she said, "I'm sure you two want to be alone, so I'll leave in a minute. But before I do, Slave, there's the matter of your punishment." She turned to look significantly at Adrian. "Since you were so gallant and heroic, I'm not going to spank or whip your mother ... this time."

Brenda thought, Damn! And she might even have whipped me? Double damn! But on the other hand, it's so sweet that my Pooh Bear thought I'd mind...

However, Suzanne continued, "But that wasn't going to be Brenda's main punishment in any case. In fact, with her, spanking is probably more of a reward than a deterrent. No, the real punishment, Slave, is that you're banned from ALL sexual activity for the next twenty-four hours. No fucking, no orgasms, no touching!"

Brenda gasped in horror and stopped her handjob. "What?! No! You can't mean it!" Then, realizing that wasn't the response of a good and obedient slave, she said, "Scratch that! What I meant to say is, yes, Mistress. Thank you for your wise and just decision." She dropped her head glumly, then remembered the importance of looking in Suzanne's eyes and jerked her head back up.

Suzanne raised an eyebrow and looked at Brenda doubtfully, but said, "I'll let that insolence slide as well since I'm in a charitable mood."

Adrian looked down at the hand, around his dick but frozen in place, and then at Brenda's nipples poking into his chest. Then he looked up at Suzanne. "Excuse me, but you can't be serious! Twenty-four hours?! Not now, when everything was getting so close! And what gives you that right?!"

Brenda looked at her son. "Aidy, please try to understand. She's my mistress! Well, one of them. And I'm her Tit Slave. Just be glad that she's so kind. I probably deserve to be banned for a week or more, the way I'm so uppity."

Suzanne said, "She's right. I'm too much of a softy. Twenty-four hours is practically nothing. Adrian, I admire the way you defended your mother. That's put me in such a generous mood that I'll add two more conditions for your benefit. One, your mother can give you one more orgasm before the ban begins. Then, from that minute onwards, you have exactly 24 hours, not one minute less. And two, assuming that the two of you don't violate the ban, you will be free to do anything you want to each other once the ban is over."

That got Brenda all excited, and she started jacking Adrian off again. "Did you hear that, Aidy! That means we can fuck! Really, truly fuck! Mistress Suzanne wouldn't allow it before, but now we can! Right, Mistress?"

Suzanne made a slight nod.

"Just think, son! By tomorrow night, you'll be able to dip your wick in your mother. You'll be able to slide your hot, pulsing tool right into my tight slit where it belongs! Did you know I'm tight? I'm really tight. You'll be a motherfucker! We'll be able to fuck and suck, suck and fuck, all night long!"

She had both hands around his pole and they were really flying up and down now, aided by a steady flow of pre-cum. "And it won't stop tomorrow! Sure, I'm Alan's slave, and Suzanne's slave, but I'll be YOUR slave too! Just think: we'll be able to sleep together nearly every night! You won't just give me a goodnight kiss, you'll give me a goodnight FUCK! You'll RAM it in there! HARD! RAM IT! So deep! Deep and hard, you motherfucker! Fuck me! AAAAIIIIEEE!"

Adrian had been struggling not to cum, especially since Suzanne said that he would only be allowed one last climax before the ban began. But between the way Brenda's hands were flying up and down with the speed of hummingbird wings and her filthy and enthusiastic words about getting fucked, there was simply no way he could hold out anymore. In fact, it was a near miracle he'd made it that long, especially after his long suffering state inside the wardrobe.

But then Brenda began her own big orgasm, even though he wasn't really touching her in any stimulating way - she was just blown away by the prospect of getting fucked by her son on a daily basis. And with her body trembling all over his and seeing the rapturous look on her face, he couldn't hold out a single second longer.

"AH! AH! AH! NO! NOOOO!" His climax was powerful but bittersweet, because it came too soon. Even as his dick jerked wildly in his mother's hands and his cum shot towards her chest, he was all too aware that this would also start the beginning of the 24-hour ban.

She let go and scooted back, so that much of his flying cum could land on her face, too. She smiled up at him adoringly all the while, despite the danger of getting cum in her eyes.

As it ended, Brenda fell onto him and wrapped him in a hug. "Oh! Aidy! That was so good! I'm so HAPPY! Between my mistress showing me my place and you showering me in sperm - OH! It's just too good! Pooh Bear!" She kissed him all over his cheek and nose. "I'm going to be TIT SLAVE to my son! I can't wait to tell..." She was about to say "Susan" when she realized it might not be prudent to reveal that name to her son just yet.

Adrian was still panting heavily. "Who ... who were you about to tell?"

Brenda looked to Suzanne to see if she should proceed.

Suzanne thought it over seriously. She knew they'd have to tell him soon, if only because Brenda had a habit of blurting things out when she was extremely aroused, and she knew that could cause big trouble. But she decided it wasn't yet time and shook her head no.

Seeing that, Brenda said, "Never you mind. Just a new friend of mine who helped turn me on to what sex can really be. I'll tell you about her later." But her enthusiasm got the best of her and she couldn't help but add, "She believes, as do I, that big-titted mommies have been placed here on this Earth to get fucked by their sons. You should hear her Big Tits Theory. She's so wise! In fact, getting son-fucked is just about our highest calling for us big-titted mommies! Don't you agree?"

"Er, well..." Adrian was feeling whiplashed. He was already beginning to feel a post-orgasmic come-down, and the reminder that this mysterious Alan guy was lording over and having sex with Brenda certainly didn't cheer him up.

But on the other hand, Brenda's sheer enthusiasm at being a "son-fucker" was contagious, even if he didn't understand what she was talking about when she was discussing this new friend of hers. And the two of them were still as naked as ever and her soft and curvy body was still draped all over his, and his mind was mostly focused on that instead.

He knew that despite the great number of times he'd climaxed in the past hour or two, he'd be getting hard again soon if his mother didn't get off him soon. And that realization depressed him more than anything, because of the ban.

He muttered out loud, "I can't believe it! There goes my last cum!"

However, Suzanne winked at him. "Technically, I think we can let that one slide. After all, I was still explaining the rules to you. Why don't we say one last climax for you, starting now. And remember that your mother is banned from touching you or having any climaxes after that. I'm sure she'll appreciate it if you don't make this any more difficult for her to endure than it already will be." She looked meaningfully at Brenda. "I don't even have to worry about you lying to me about that, now, do I?"

Brenda knew that she was completely in Suzanne's thrall now. She'd felt before that, of the four women in the Plummer house who were technically her mistresses, Suzanne was the one who knew exactly how to treat her. Now, she had no doubt about that whatsoever. The mere idea of lying to her was unthinkable. "No, Mistress," she said with complete obedience.

"Good. But as for you, Adrian, you're not really being punished, so you can feel free to cum as much as you like even after the ban begins, just so long as there's no touching of your mother whatsoever. But if I were you, I'd want to save myself up because I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be a big night for you." She winked at him again.