Part 127: Danger Zone

Day 75: Friday, November 29

Chapter 1

Over at the Hunter house, Brenda was feeling anxious. She'd tossed and turned for most of the night, fretting about two things. For one, she was suffering due to the 24-hour no touching ban Suzanne had imposed. She was not allowed to touch Adrian in any way, nor could he touch her, until about dusk on Friday (Suzanne had not specified an exact time yet).

For another, when the ban came to an end, Brenda and Adrian had the green light to do anything they wanted with each other. It was virtually certain that they'd go all the way. The only question was how many different times they'd be able to go all the way, before succumbing to mutual exhaustion. Brenda couldn't wait, but that prospect was so momentous and exciting that it made her as anxious as the no touching ban did.

It also made her dreadfully nervous, since she couldn't be sure that Adrian would be amenable to doing to her all the things she wanted him to do with her. What if there's something I really like, and would love for him to do, but which he doesn't enjoy doing? He already seems less than fully excited to spank me, and what would I do without spankings? I need them, daily!

She had no doubt that he loved her and lusted after her intensely, but she also worried that he wouldn't be particularly aggressive or "master-worthy" in bed. Questions like this loomed large in her mind, along with images of him rejecting her advances as being too weird or perverted.

All the previous evening, Brenda dealt with the ban simply by avoiding Adrian altogether. They ate dinner at separate times and kept to themselves for the rest of the evening. Their loyal old maid Anika served as a go-between and a watchdog to make sure the ban was enforced. Had Anika not been there, it was doubtful the ban would have lasted even an hour.

Adrian was feeling the same emotions, except he was even more agonized and excited. Much of Brenda's attention in recent days had been focused on her new lover and master, Alan. But Adrian had never had sexual intercourse before. His entire focus was on his mother and that upcoming event. Nothing else could have left him more emotionally worked up.

The 24-hour 'no touching' ban was psychologically helpful for him in the long term. He was feeling whiplashed by all the recent sexual developments in his life, so it was good for him to have a breather and try to come to grips with what was happening before taking that momentous next step. That was the primary reason that Suzanne had imposed the ban.

However, in the short term he was in agony. Thanks to the video system set up all over the house, he could have spent much of his time jacking off while watching his mother Brenda on video. He loved the sight of her, lusting after her so much that he was constantly aroused by looking at her, regardless of what she was doing or what she was wearing. (It so happened that lately she was nearly always wearing extremely sexy outfits and flaunting her body, since she knew that he was often secretly watching).

Sometimes he was puzzled, because it seemed like she would often stop in the middle of whatever she was doing and just stand in a sexy pose for a while, as if she were deep in thought about something. Other times she might take a long time bending over to get something from a low shelf, or even reach inside her clothes to touch her pussy or squeeze one of her nipples. It was almost as if she somehow knew that he was watching, so she was putting on a good show for him.

(In fact, that's exactly what was happening. Since she knew exactly where all the cameras were located, her little displays even took camera angles into account.)

He vowed to himself to hold off, to not cum until the ban was over. He thought that would make their special moment that much more special when it finally arrived, and he also hoped it would help with his sexual stamina so he could fuck her many times that night. He was terribly afraid that he wouldn't impress her, especially since he knew that she had this other lover, Alan, who was touted as some kind of awesome sex stud. He figured he needed every edge he could get, if he was going to compete with Alan.

He thought he could help pass the time by locking himself in his room and reading the book "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire." However, he'd read the book several times before, so even though he loved the series, not even Harry Potter could hold his attention for long. He tried playing some of his favorite video games, but that didn't help either.

Since Adrian was very talented at drawing pictures using the computer graphics program Photoshop, he tried doodling on the computer for a while. But that didn't help much, because about the only things he liked to draw were imagined nude pictures of Brenda, or of Cynthia (the girl at school he was most interested in), or of other girls from school, or of famous models.

Since his goal was to keep his mind off Brenda, he attempted to draw pictures of Cynthia. However, his heart wasn't in it. One problem was that Cynthia bore more than a passing resemblance to Brenda, especially her curvy and busty figure. She was "only" an E-cup, but that was pretty remarkable considering she was just 16 years old, like Adrian. Not too many people had noticed her looks, since she was a shy wallflower who dressed to conceal her figure and avoid attention. But Adrian had noticed.

A few weeks earlier, Adrian would have been very content to draw pictures all day long of how he imagined Cynthia and other pretty girls at school looked naked. But more recently, all he could think about was his mother and what he expected they would soon be doing to each other. He started drawing a picture of Cynthia, but somehow he kept exaggerating the curves and changing the face until it turned into a picture of Brenda. Frustrated, he turned his computer off and decided to go to sleep.

Like Brenda, he tossed and turned in his bed for hours. He felt like he was close to a complete nervous breakdown, torn between hope and excitement on one hand, and fear on the other. He was wracked by both fear of the unknown, and fear of not measuring up to Alan. But eventually, like his mother, he fell asleep several hours before sunrise through sheer emotional and physical exhaustion.

When he woke up, he looked at the clock beside his bed and was surprised to discover that it was already eleven in the morning. This was encouraging, because it meant that he'd gotten a decent amount of sleep after all, but more importantly, it meant that there were fewer hours to suffer through until the big moment arrived that evening.

Once he'd gotten over that excitement, he realized that he was terribly hungry. He hadn't eaten a bite since dinner and had missed his usual breakfast time by several hours. After showering and doing the rest of his morning rituals, he resolved to go downstairs and grab something to eat, and then hurry back to his bedroom so he could hide until darkness arrived.

When he got downstairs, he was relieved to find he was alone. There was no sign of Brenda or Anika. But that meant he had to prepare something for himself. He started making sandwiches and finding snack foods that could hold him until dinner.

While he was doing that, Brenda came walking into the kitchen. She'd finally fallen asleep at the same hour he did, and she'd also woken up almost exactly when he did. She froze when she saw him, since she'd assumed that he'd eaten breakfast a couple of hours earlier.

But it was too late for her to sneak back to her bedroom, because he'd seen her as well.

Both of their hearts stopped beating for a long moment and they stared at each other with wide eyes.

"MOM!" Adrian shouted out, looking and sounding like she'd just caught him masturbating.

Brenda was a bit calmer due to her greater maturity. She managed to shut her wide-open mouth and pretended to act and sound casual. "Hi, my Pooh Bear. Good morning. Or I should almost say good afternoon."

"Um, yeah." As his initial fright subsided, he stared at her hungrily. He was disappointed to see that her body was very thoroughly covered with clothes. Since the ban had started the night before, she'd made a point not to leave her room less than fully dressed, knowing there was always a chance she might run into him. She was even wearing a bra and panties under her long-sleeved blouse and dress.

He had not dressed as prudently. He was still wearing his pajamas, sans underwear. He'd assumed that he could turn back if he saw Brenda was already downstairs, and his goal was just to quickly get some sustenance and hurry back to his room, so he hadn't bothered properly dressing.

He was really regretting it now because his penis immediately grew stiff as a board simply from the fact that he was in the same room as his mother, no matter what she was dressed in. And his pajama bottoms were worse than sweat pants in terms of lack of support for his erection. In fact, there was an opening in the front unhindered by any zipper or buttons, and he was forced to grasp his hard-on to make sure it didn't slip out through it.

Brenda saw his suddenly raging boner threatening to burst free, and that unnerved her somewhat. But she figured that since she was the responsible adult, she would just have to play it cool and act normal, and eventually he'd calm down. Letting out a genuine yawn, she strolled into the kitchen. "What'cha making?"

"Oh, uh, er, just some, uh, beanut putter ... Um, I mean, peanut butter. Sandwiches! Peanut butter sandwiches!" He was nervous as hell, and it had been a struggle just to get that sentence out.

She smiled encouragingly. "Relax. I'm not gonna bite you. It's just me, after all. Give your mamma a hug." She stepped towards him with her arms outstretched.

"NO HUGS!"

Brenda and Adrian froze and looked around, because neither of them had said that. They saw Anika standing at the base of the stairs, looking into the kitchen.

"Oh, there you are," Brenda said, trying to hide her disappointment. "I was wondering what happened to you."

Anika walked quickly towards the kitchen. "And I vas vonderink how many seconds it vould take you to break de no touchink ban. Look vhat you did to dis poor boy!" She pointed at Adrian's crotch. His erection was poking against the fabric in an almost comical fashion.

Adrian's arms were still frozen up around his head in anticipation of the hug. As a result, there was no hand restraining his erection, and it had immediately found its way through the hole in his pajamas. Mortified, he jerked his hands back down to cover it up.

The sight of her son's boner in the flesh got Brenda's heart racing, not to mention her mouth watering. But she was even more annoyed than she was aroused, because she wasn't allowed to do anything with it. She turned to Anika and complained, "Why is it that you're always lurking nearby, telling me what I can't do? You've been working for me and my family as long as I can remember. But do you follow my orders? No! You listen to Mistress Suzanne instead, a woman you hardly know!"

Anika was completely unfazed by that. "Dis is true. But dere is a good reason. Brenda, you know dat I love you like de daughter I never had. Dere's no doubt that your body is wevy developed and mature. Unt you're much smarter den people assume just from looking at you. But oh mein Gott! You are such a spoiled brat! You haf so little self-control, so little common sense. Suzanne, she's vize unt she's lookink out for you. I talked to her on de phone much more den you know in the past couple of veeks. She tinks a little break is goot, if only so you two can calm down some, unt I agree."

Brenda sighed. She knew that what Anika said was true. But she was terribly spoiled, with little self-control, and tired of Anika always getting between her and her son's penis. She wanted to shout, "So what? I don't care. Leave me alone!"

But she at least had the self-control not to do that. She waited some long moments to cool down, and then said, "Anika, I hear what you're saying. You're probably right. No, I know that you're right, that Mistress Suzanne has my best interests at heart. But still, can't you see how awkward Aidy and I feel, with you always getting underfoot, and acting like our jailer?"

"Vell, if you veren't so naughty all de time-" Anika started to say.

"I know, I know. But just this once, can't you give us some peace?" She looked around. "I've got an idea. What if you hang out in the living room? You can see through from there into here, and yet you'll be far enough away so we can have our privacy too."

"Vell, okay ... But be goot! Remember you don't vant to make Suzanne angry."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Chapter 2

Anika went to fold a big pile of laundry in the living room while Brenda and Adrian prepared some food in the kitchen. Now that Adrian's plan to rush back upstairs had been foiled, he took time to make a proper brunch with scrambled eggs and French toast instead of just slapping some sandwiches together.

Adrian still wore his pajamas, which was a continual problem due to the open hole in the front and the fact that he was in a constant state of arousal whenever his mother was near. In fact, he didn't even need to see her. Even though Brenda hadn't prettied herself up or put on any perfume, there was a familiar feminine smell coming from her he knew quite well that was almost guaranteed to get him hard or keep him that way. He tried to snake his erection down his thigh. That prevented it from easily poking out of the hole, but it also created an obvious bulge in his loose pajama bottoms.

Brenda was extremely frustrated. She was very serious in her desire not to violate the no touching ban, as obeying her superiors, especially Suzanne, was very important to her. She worried about doing anything sexual in front of Adrian, even things that were technically allowed despite the ban, such as mutual masturbation, for fear of sliding down a slippery slope and losing all control. But on the other hand, she was too aroused, after many hours of repressing her desires, not to mention watching Adrian's erect bulge bouncing all over the kitchen, to act in a completely non-sexual manner.

As she and Adrian carried their completed meals to the dining room table, she said, "Is it just me, or is it really hot today?"

While Adrian could be too shy and even cowardly at times, he was no fool. It was a typical sunny day in Orange County for that time of year; with luck, it might reach a high of seventy degrees. But he said, "Oh yeah. It's a real scorcher, Ma."

"Sure is. You don't mind if I take my top off?"

Adrian certainly didn't mind, especially when she put her plate of food down on the table and pulled her top over her head.

YES! he thought triumphantly, as her gargantuan breasts bounced into view, covered only by a lacy bra.

Brenda smiled as she saw the look of rapture on her son's face. She felt empowered and emboldened as she sat down to eat. She had no idea where she was going with this, but it felt too good to stop.

She immediately stood back up and said, "Heck, I should probably take my bottoms off too." She made a big production out of shimmying out of her dress. She let a bra strap fall off her shoulder in the process, nearly exposing a nipple.

Adrian was loving life. Now that he was sitting at the table, he was free to let his erection poke out the opening in his pajama bottoms, and no one was the wiser. His penis was hot and throbbing already, but he restrained himself from holding it.

Seeing the big smile on her face, he said, "I'll bet it feels better, taking off those heavy clothes."

She sighed with contentment. The sigh caused both bra straps to "accidentally" fall further down, exposing all of both her nipples. "You have no idea. The Plu- er, Alan and his harem, they have such a wonderful, enlightened attitude when it comes to nudity." She opened her mouth to say more, but then stopped. Talking about the Plummers with Adrian was fraught with pitfalls.

Indeed, Adrian frowned from hearing just that much.

She thought, Aaaah, this feels soooo much better! Us big-titted sex slave-y types just NEED to be naked! Mistress Susan says that all the time, and she's absolutely right, as usual! Now, if I could only crawl under the table and slip Aidy's cock into my mouth!

She began to pull her bra aside, but before she could toss it away, Anika had a coughing fit. The old maid continued to cough until Brenda put her bra back on. But the horny mother kept the straps hanging precariously on the edges of her shoulders.

The two of them ate their brunch mostly in silence, just making some inconsequential small talk. But their arousal levels remained sky high. They would have been insanely horny in any case, simply because of the ban and anticipation of what would happen that night, but the fact that Brenda was wearing only her bra and panties and Adrian's hard-on was exposed fueled their fires.

Brenda's bra straps were continually slipping down her shoulders. Several times, both straps slid down at the same time, causing the bra to slide down to her stomach. She was in no hurry to put the bra back in place, either.

Her problem was Anika. Even though Anika was sitting about 80 feet away in the vast house and ostensibly folding laundry, she kept staring right at Brenda and scowling with disapproval or coughing until Brenda would put her bra more or less back in place.

But then Brenda had an idea, stemming from the way she saw Adrian's hands in his lap most of the time. He's jacking off! He totally is! I can tell, from the way his arm is moving up and down a little bit. And from where Anika is sitting she can't see what he's doing under the table. In fact, she probably wouldn't be able to see what I'm doing under the table too, if I'm really subtle about it. Aidy's been so BOLD! He deserves a big reward!

While continuing to eat her food, she very carefully kicked off one of her high heels. Then she raised her foot and slid it up Adrian's leg. The table cloth covered most of what she was doing from Anika's view.

Brenda's worry was that he would give away what she was doing with a shout or astonished facial expression. After all, they weren't suppose to touch at all, so this was definitely against Suzanne's wishes and rules. So, for cover, she spoke in quiet tones. "My Pooh Bear, it seems today is hot and getting hotter all the time, don't you think?"

"I ... I... !" He was more or less speechless. His problem was exacerbated by the fact that Brenda had little self-control, as usual, and her foot was sliding along his pajama bottoms past his knee and towards his crotch.

Brenda was able to take advantage of Anika's distance from the table - Anika could see them quite well from where she was sitting, but she couldn't understand what they were saying, as long as they kept their voices hushed. She covered Adrian's stunned stammering by continuing, "Yep, it's gonna be really HOT today! I can practically feel the heat rising up my legs towards my crotch, can't you?"

He certainly got that message, especially since her foot wandered high enough until it made contact with his erection.

"OH!" she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised to feel it completely exposed. As he beamed with happiness, her toes wandered around, feeling that his hand was still holding and stroking his shaft near the base.

"Vat's goink on?" Anika suddenly complained from the other room. "I can't put my finger on it, but somethink ist funny. Vat are you visperink about?"

Brenda froze, and so did Adrian. But Brenda managed to stroke her toes up and down Adrian's boner while he held it firmly in place for her. "Oh, nothing," Brenda said loudly to Anika. "We're just talking about the weather."

Anika glared at her. "The veader, huh? Vell, if it's so interestink, speak up so I can hear you." She couldn't put her finger on it, as the thought of under the table footsy games hadn't occurred to her, but she strongly suspected Brenda was doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. She stopped her folding of the laundry for the time being to watch her intensely.

Brenda knew she was in danger, given that level of scrutiny, so she reluctantly withdrew her foot.

Still, her brief footjob of sorts had excited Adrian so much that he overcame his usual shyness enough to comment, "You know, Ma, I'll bet those bra straps can really chafe the skin. Especially if the bra is really tight. I don't know how you can stand it."

In fact, Brenda's bra was anything but tight, which helped allow it to continually slide down. But she leaped at the opening. "You're so right. Those straps do pinch my tender skin."

As she started to unsnap her bra from behind, she said loudly, for Anika's sake, "Heck, what's wrong with a little bit of looking? After all, Mistress Suzanne didn't limit looking or even orgasms, just touching. Why can't I do this?" She cupped her breasts, proudly hefting them up in the process.

She was rewarded with a loud and lusty groan from Adrian.

But there was a niggling worry in the back of her mind. As she jiggled her chest and preened and posed, her worry came to the fore of her thoughts. The slippery slope! What happened to my slippery slope idea? I'm so easily excited today, and just shaking my stuff is flooding my panties! If I keep this up, I'm gonna lose all control!

Then she remembered Anika and looked over towards the living room. She was surprised that Anika hadn't said anything.

Anika had been trying to think about an approach to stop things from spiraling out of control, but hadn't come up with one yet. Cued by Brenda looking at her, she said, "Vell, I don't know about dat. It's dangerous. Vatch out! Bevare de slippery slope!"

Now Brenda was feeling plagued with guilt. Damn! How does she do it? It's like she's reading my mind There IS a dangerous slippery slope here. It's all I can do not to drop under the table and madly slurp and suck my way all over my son's magnificent cock! She leaned back and groaned lustily as she imagined doing just that.

Brenda still desired her son so badly that she didn't have the willpower simply to leave the situation. She felt torn. It occurred to her, I know what I'll do. I'll call Mistress Susan. If anyone understands all about incestuous mother-son relations, it's her. I'd call Mistress Suzanne directly, but I don't want her to think badly about me. Besides, I'm a bit scared of her. But Susan is understanding. She'll know just what I should do.

Seeing that she and Adrian had finished their meal, she sat back up straight, but let her bra fall further down, into her lap. She said, "Pooh Bear, can you be a dear and take the dishes into the kitchen and wash them off? Meanwhile, I've got to make a phone call."

He was crushed to hear that. Doing the dishes was a big come down from watching his topless busty mother striking sexy poses, not to mention feeling her silky smooth foot sliding over his erection. But he was nothing if not obedient, and just nodded. He pushed his erection back into his pajamas and clutched it as he headed to the kitchen.

Wanting some privacy from Adrian, Brenda walked into the living room where Anika was and dialed Susan's number. But there was no answer. Brenda didn't know it, but Susan was still at the meeting organized by Christine. She tried a couple of times and still got no answer, but left a message to call back.

She thought, Well, that's probably for the best. I'm getting too addicted to talking to my mistress. Before long, we'll get to talking about thick, juicy, tasty cocks, and I'll get so horny, I'll have one of those squirty orgasms. I was thinking that if I called with Anika right here, that would slow me down, but chances are I would get all horny anyway. I just need to be patient. Aidy's cock will be in me soon enough. I can wait a mere matter of hours, can't I?

Chapter 3

Disappointed, Brenda went back to the kitchen. She saw Adrian working at the sink and the glum look on his face. His erection was still poking against his pajamas, but not as stiffly as before.

Hoping to cheer him up, she spun around and purred, "Aidy? Pooh Bear?"

"Yeah, Ma?" He forgot about the dishes and stared at his mother's shapely back, and especially her ass.

"Do you mind if I stand here all ... topless?" She turned back around and cradled her huge tits in her arms. "Does that bother you? Is it too distracting for you to keep doing the dishes?"

"No! Definitely not!" Even as he said that, he turned towards her and completely forgot about the dishes.

She purred in her most sultry voice, "I forgot to mention that panties can be extremely chafing, too. If you don't mind, I'm gonna take mine off ... Slowly..."

He gulped. "Um. No. Er, uh ... That's..." His heart beat like a big bass drum as he watched her slowly pull her panties down her legs. She'd gone well past her plan to simply cheer him up, and she was making a sexy show out of it. The way the soaked fabric clung to her crotch before finally pulling away and hanging heavily with her juices as she slid them down her thighs was simply mesmerizing.

She was stripping and generally sexing things up as much for herself as for him, because she was so horny at the moment, she barely knew up from down. And she was taking full advantage of the fact that Anika was still sitting in the other room and unable to see them from there.

Brenda suddenly turned back around, and bent over. She asked teasingly, "Are you SURE I'm not distracting you?"

His eyes immediately dropped to her bare and drooling pussy, which was easily visible between her protruding ass cheeks. He'd seen her pussy many times before in recent days, but the knowledge that his dick would soon be inside that forbidden slit was so awesome that he staggered backwards and nearly fell over altogether.

She giggled with pure glee in response. She loved how strongly he desired her, and how he made no attempt to hide it anymore. With Alan, she faced a constant effort to lure him and keep his attention in the face of stiff competition. She had to be on her best and sexiest behavior at all times, and put everything into pleasuring his penis the all too rare times she got the chance to touch it. But with Adrian, she could relax and enjoy herself, knowing that he'd love every single thing that she did.

She continued to ham up taking off her panties while he continued to gawk. She didn't just drop them past her knees and then step out of them, which would have been the easiest thing to do. She pulled them all the way down to her feet and then froze in that position, with her legs stiff and straight.

She looked back over her shoulder and teased, "Aidy, I see your lovely dick is poking out of your pajamas again. You might as well just take those silly things completely off. Just be careful when you do."

"Huh?" He was so excited that he was nearly ready to hyperventilate, so he was not exactly articulate.

"You might trip and stumble as you're pulling them down your legs. And if you stumble forward, you might just skewer your boner into Mamma's wet and needy pussy! It could happen. And once you stick it in, you're not gonna wanna take it out. Ever! And Mamma doesn't want you to, either! If you're not careful, you'll squirt a big spermy load deep inside your mommy's twat!"

He groaned. But he was alert enough to pull his pajama bottoms off and toss them aside.

"Now that you've got those jammies off, all you've have to do is take a couple of steps forward, grab my big ass, and shove it in, where it belongs! Would you like to do that?"

His eyes were just about to bug out of his head. Unable to speak and barely able to breathe, he somehow managed to nod.

She giggled. "I thought so. But it's not just a dream. If not today, you can do it tonight! And then every day and night from now on! Come closer and look. Look just how wet Mamma's getting, thinking about her Pooh Bear's yummy cummy cock, driving in and out!"

He stepped forward, firmly grasping his dick all the while. He was afraid to stroke it, for fear he'd shoot a load onto her ass cheeks.

She was having a great time, but she could also tell that her son was about to blow a mental gasket from being teased too much. She finally finished pulling her panties off her feet and stood back up.

But by standing and then turning to face him, she returned her mammoth swinging rack back to the center of his attention.