Part 131: Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

Day 75: Friday, November 29

Chapter 1

Another problem Alan had was that he'd forgotten just how far away Stephanie's lingerie and sex shop was. It had been chosen precisely because it wasn't the closest sex shop around, so there was less of a chance of running into someone they knew. (Unfortunately, other people used that same logic, which is why even Christine had gone there.) He knew it would take about another fifteen minutes to get there, even driving fast, so he consoled himself that he should make it there by six thirty.

As he drove, he thought about Brenda's son. Boy, that Adrian. I feel sorry for him. I've gotta figure out some kind of way to help him get his confidence back. He's probably a good kid who just feels defeated from all the bullying. Aunt Suzy, er, Mother, says he really got the rough treatment at school.

Alan arrived at the sex shop, and Ginger let him in the door. He still was in a hurried mood. All he wanted to do was pick out his purchases, pay for them, and get back home. He rued the fact that he didn't have a cell phone, because he figured his family, and especially Susan, was growing really worried about him by now.

The sex shop had been closed for most of the four day Thanksgiving vacation, even though it was a good time for sales, because the other employees had left town to visit family. Ginger had made this special arrangement to be there, partly to make a good commission on the rings Alan wanted. But more than that, she was extremely intrigued about him and wanted to learn more about this "mystery man."

He'd come in recently and bought all kinds of curious purchases, including no less than nine identical black collars. Additionally, many of the items he'd selected were for women with busts ranging from D-cups to J-cups, and he'd given the preposterous excuse that he was buying these things for a "dance troop" he was in charge of.

Ginger was almost positive that, in fact, he was the master of a harem. While Alan didn't conform to most people's typical expectations of what a master would look like (which was somewhat like a Mafia don or a Batman villain), Ginger was a dominatrix herself and had come across all kinds of people in the sex shop, so she knew that masters came in many varied shapes and sizes.

Furthermore, she was fairly positive that Suzanne, Susan, Amy, and Katherine were in his harem, and probably Xania too (since she'd seen Suzanne and Xania act intimate together), and she had the improbably large bosom to fit in with his supposed "dance troop". She'd heard the busty Susan mention that her master was named "Alan," and this Alan certainly seemed to have a large harem of busty women, based on his purchases on his previous visit, so the odds seemed good that they were all references to the same guy and the same harem. After all, Alan was not that common a name. Additionally, in her two years of working at the sex shop, she'd never come across any hints of any honest-to-goodness real harems at all.

Still, Ginger knew something about harems. She didn't have a harem in the same way that Alan did, but she did have a couple dozen potential sex partners who were "on call" for her at any given time, as she used her sex shop job, and a second job at a restaurant, to pick up new partners, both men and women. Although she was a "switch" (able to be both dominant and submissive), she preferred being dominant, because that enabled her to control several submissives at any one time.

Unfortunately for Ginger and her submissives, she wasn't a particularly loving or kind mistress, so her submissives, both male and female, tended to leave her before long. She was the sort of woman who basically preferred the variety of many sex partners over the intimacy of close relationships. After all, she was young and eager to explore the sexual power or magnetism she seemed to have over others, and figured she could always wait to settle down later. She particularly loved whipping her lovers with a riding crop. And even though she enjoyed getting whipped just as much, many found they were not into such an intense S&M scene.

As a result, she didn't really have a harem (and in fact she lived alone), but she fancied that she did. She was eager to get to know another harem master. She mingled in all kinds of BDSM (bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism) circles. But even there, she'd never heard of anyone having something like a real harem, although she had come across some people with more than one long-term lover.

This time, as he set out to pick his rings, she watched Alan very, very carefully, sizing him up and looking for clues.

Alan didn't realize it, but in the last two months he had changed dramatically. His thoughts and his words were not that different from when he'd been a virgin, but there was just something about him that wasn't there before. He wasn't cocky or arrogant, just very confident and self-assured. Other people wouldn't have noticed, but to Ginger's discerning eye, she could see a more mature and knowing air about him that separated him from the run-of-the-mill teenager.

Last time he'd come to the store, he'd bought $1,500 worth of purchases, on a credit card that he'd maxed out in the process. He'd mentioned that he wanted to come back to buy five rings for about $1,000 apiece, but now he said he wanted six rings instead. (It occurred to him that he should buy rings for Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, Amy, Brenda, AND Glory, even though Glory had no official link to the harem.)

This change in his plans almost drove Ginger mad with curiosity. What is WITH this guy? Last time, he wanted four rings and then changed his mind to five. Now he's changed it again to six. What's the deal? Is his harem expanding by the hour?! Who ever heard of four to six women all with bust lines that big? This just confirms my suspicion that he must be the one, the master of those four women that came in together the other day, plus Xania. I wonder who the sixth is, but if she's anything like the others, she must be almost impossibly beautiful. You don't forget faces or bodies like those. Heck, they put my body to shame, to be honest.

It all fits. But I refuse to believe that any one guy could be the master of as many as five or maybe even six women like that, let alone THIS guy. I mean, they're all total bombshells, to say the least! I don't think we've ever had a customer come in here more attractive than ANY of those women! And this guy, of all people? THIS guy?! Come on! But the facts fit so neatly. Those four women were acting like someone was their master, so it has to be someone. Why not this Alan guy? But he's so young and ordinary! Arrgh! I wanna tear my hair out! I don't get it! I need proof of whatever the heck is going on.

Alan spent time with Ginger, selecting six unique rings, but in so doing, he didn't say or do anything that could shed any light on the mystery that was aggravating her so much. Initially, she tried to ask him some subtle yet leading questions, but he was very careful with his answers.

She could see that that approach wasn't working, so she backed off for the moment. How on earth could such an ordinary guy have a harem of such incredibly beautiful women? I've never believed in mind control, but what other explanation is there? I know it sounds silly, but the odds of him gathering THAT group of women together based on ordinary charm is nearly impossible. Or maybe he's hung like a horse and fucks like a god. If he is, and does, then dammit, I wanna get in on that action! But I need to find out what's going on, especially since I don't want some mind controller messing with me.

In preparation for meeting him, she'd dressed to the nines in the most alluring outfit she could come up with. She was proud of her 34C breasts, but after hearing Alan's mention of D- to K-cups, she worried that hers weren't big enough. So she'd worn a low-cut dress and an underwire push-up bra to elevate her breasts up and out even more, making her look like a D-cup.

Then, in showing the rings, she was given the perfect opportunity to repeatedly bend over the display case frequently.

As a result, before long, she was able to see a big bulge grow in his shorts. She thought, Nice. He's definitely hung. But that's only seven, eight, or at the most a nine-inch pocket monster. Hell, I've had cocks a lot fatter AND longer than that to play with. Still, they do say it's not the size of the wave but the motion in the ocean. Maybe he's some sort of incredible fucker. I sure as hell hope it's that and not some mind-control thing! Either way, he doesn't seem to have some sort of mesmerizing charisma going for him. He's just a guy. More handsome than average and more hung than average, admittedly, but that doesn't explain the harem. Especially not a harem of women like THAT! This mystery is killing me. Okay, I'm gonna go for it!

Ginger had paid close attention when the other women had visited the store, and she'd remembered some mundane facts about their clothing preferences that came in handy now. Alan had picked out several different rings, each one a different color, with a different kind of gem in it. But he hadn't picked out a red one yet. So Ginger said to him, as he stared into the display case, "Why don't you pick out a red one? Something made out of ruby, perhaps. After all, isn't red Suzanne's favorite color?"

Alan was so focused on the ring selection that he didn't see the trap. He replied, "Yes, it is. What do you have in my price..." His words trailed off and he looked up at Ginger, giving her a hard look. He asked accusingly, "What did you say?"

Ginger played it casual, as if she'd known all along. "It's no big deal; I know all your women. They've come in here several times and talked about their master Alan. Suzanne, Susan, Amy, Katherine, Xania ... Come on! Any idiot could put two and two together. You didn't really expect me to believe you're buying these rings for a 'dance troop, ' did you?" She chuckled.

He continued to stare at her hard, uncertain how to react. He looked calm on the outside, but his heart was pounding madly. However, as he thought some more, he realized she didn't know as much as she was letting on. She mentioned Xania. She doesn't realize that Xania's not part of the harem. So she's guessing! Phew! She must have seen those women come here, in various combinations, and she's managed to link some of them together, and to me. That means the incest secret is almost certainly still safe. I can't imagine even Mom being so careless as to let any mention of that slip out. But still, this woman knows way, way too much. She has me over a barrel.

He decided the best approach was to stonewall. "So, you were saying about ruby rings?"

She knew for sure that this was the Alan that was the master of the harem. She was extremely excited by this "gotcha" moment, and wasn't about to stop there. "Screw the rings! Let's talk harems. I feel like you and I have a lot in common. I'm actually the head of my own harem of sorts, you know."

He pointedly stared back down at the display case. "That's nice. I don't care what you do in your private life, but my private life is MY business. I'm just here to buy rings."

"Hey! Don't brush me off that easily. It's not exactly every day one harem master gets to meet another. In fact, I've never come across another before, despite my job in this shop, and I'm fascinated. We could learn a lot from each other. I agreed to meet you under these unusual circumstances, mostly so we could have a chance to talk in private."

Still getting no response or even eye contact, she added, "Come on; don't bother trying to deny it. It's so obvious that it's not even funny."

He looked up at her and stared at her hard. "I don't have to say anything to you. I don't know you from Adam." He briefly but obviously glanced down into her cleavage. "Sorry, Eve." He couldn't resist grinning at that, despite the serious situation. "I just want to buy my rings and get out of here."

Again, she acted hurt. "Hey, don't be that way. Do you know how uncommon harems are in the U.S? I'll bet both of us will go our whole lives and never meet another harem leader. You can't just walk away from that."

"Actually, I can. How do I even know you head your own harem, anyway? You could be making that all up. Not that I admit to having my own harem, by the way. You could be completely misinterpreting what's going on."

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a "don't take me for a fool" type look. "Such as what? There's no point in denying it."

He realized the gig was up; Ginger clearly knew far too much for him to bluff his way out. Still, he didn't know her and didn't trust her. At the very least, he wanted to talk to Suzanne about her first. He decided to reveal as little as he could until he could talk to the others and come up with some kind of strategy.

He thought, This is too weird. She's probably telling the truth, because it seems too weird a thing to make up. Regardless, I need to know another harem master like I need another hole in my head. Besides, I like to be in control, but now she knows too much, and that puts her in the driver's seat. I don't know about her at all. She could be a danger to me and to my women.

He said guardedly, "I feel blindsided. I just came here to buy some rings, and you drop this in my lap. Before I say or do anything, I need some time to think over what you've ... insinuated."

She was disappointed; in her best scenario, she'd been hoping to fuck him before he left the store to find out what made him so great. She thought, Shit! I'm pushing too hard. I need to back down - for now - or I'll really mess things up.

So she held her hands up in a gesture of surrender and said, "Okay. That's understandable. Talk to Suzanne and the others, then get back to me. They'll tell you I can be trusted. After all, a harem head has to have discretion, or things just won't work."

He nodded warily. "Can we get back to selecting the rings? I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, but I have just one question: how do you do it? I mean, I've seen some beautiful women and I've seen some beautiful women, but all your women are completely off the scale. No offense - you look like a nice, handsome guy - but you're no Hollywood superstar. What's your secret?"

He smiled mysteriously without realizing he was doing it. "Truth be told, I don't have any secret. I am just a very ordinary guy. Maybe a lucky guy, but that's it. Now, the rings?"

Ginger was dying to ask him more questions, especially about how he'd brought such extraordinarily beautiful women into his harem, but she forced herself to save them for another time. She went back to helping him with the rings, and in fact he did end up picking a ruby one for Suzanne.

She thought, Well, that's a drag. I still don't get it! Hell, it might turn out he's some kind of nefarious mind-controller after all. But he can't ignore me; I can tell he's curious about me despite his "I don't give a shit" pose. If worse comes to worst, I can find out where he lives from the credit card he used the last time he was here, plus I have Suzanne's phone number. No, I'm gonna find out everything there is to know about this mystery man and his women, and soon.

He left with six newly purchased rings, plus Ginger's phone number and e-mail address. She'd let him buy the rings at a good price of about $900 each, lowering her commission in order to gain favor with him. But he left with a very unsettled and worried feeling. His intuition told him that Ginger could be big trouble.

Chapter 2

Brenda felt a surge of nervousness as she walked up the stairs. Everything was set up, including several extra hidden video cameras to record the momentous evening from every possible angle. Finally, after all the waiting, there was nothing holding them back anymore from going all the way.

She knocked on Adrian's bedroom door, and then walked inside. She was still wearing the French maid outfit she'd put on for Alan. Now that he was gone, she made no effort to keep her nipples covered up. She struck a sexy pose at the doorway. "How 'bout it, my Pooh Bear? Ready to fuck your mother?"

Despite all her sexual experience, and even a wild sex life in recent weeks, the words "ready to fuck your mother" shocked and aroused her. She thought, This is for real! Theoretically, one could say that all the stuff I've been doing at the Plummers is just wild partying and role playing. But this is real incest. It's illegal! It's hard core! There's no turning back from this!

He looked up at her in surprise. He was still curled up in a ball on his bed, where he'd been staring at a clock on the wall. "Hey, what are you doing here already? We still have thirty-three minutes to wait!"

"I know, but I just spoke to Master Alan directly, and he's given us permission to get started right away. Isn't that wonderful?"

He assumed she meant that she'd just talked to Alan on the phone. "Awww, Ma, did you have to mention HIS name?! That sucks. Oh, man!" He had been surprisingly successful at his attempt to simply tune out for a while, so his pulse was calm. But upon hearing Alan's name, not to mention seeing his mother look so sexy, his heart started pounding so hard and rapidly that he felt a tight pain in his chest.

Brenda realized that she'd screwed up in the excitement of the moment. Because she loved both Alan and Adrian so much, she sometimes forgot the tension between them. "Never mind that, take a look at me." She ran a hand along the door frame in a provocative manner, causing yet more of her ample rack to fall out of her dress.

Adrian loved the show she was putting on, and his penis quickly engorged, but he was still miffed. "Why'd he have to do that? I'd MUCH rather wait longer, than have to do this on HIS time!"

Brenda had recovered from her gaffe and realized that the more they talked about Alan, the worse it would be. She knew she had to distract him. So she struck another seductive pose, leaning back against the doorframe, and threw him a pouty coquettish look, while murmuring, "Well, we can either stay here in your room and rant and rail against him ... or ... we can both go to my room and do something much more enjoyable. So which is it going to be, cutie?"

He made some unhappy grumbling noises, but when she started sucking on two fingers and then stroking their wetness through her tremendous cleavage, he knew he couldn't refuse her. He got up just in time to see her slink her way out the door into the hallway, complete with a "come hither" finger beckoning him her way.

She made sure to walk ahead of him to her room, so he could watch her plump yet firm ass swaying back and forth. The French maid outfit was purposely designed to expose the entire ass, and she made good use of that fact. When she got to the door of her bedroom, she stopped and bent over, pretending to pick something up (when in fact nothing was there). Knowing that there was no way for her son to get past her, she took full advantage of his attention and wiggled her ass at him, just to give him a good show.

He wasn't much of an ass man, but seeing her pussy in full view and leaking rivulets of cum definitely got his motor running. He gulped nervously. Damn! Before long, I guess that my dick is actually going to go into that slit. Tonight! It's gonna happen tonight! Even with the totally outrageous way Ma has been teasing me lately, it just doesn't seem possible. I mean, she's my mother! She's the most beautiful woman in the whole world! And she wants to be with me? Scrawny little me?!

She stared at the carpet and pretended distress. "Oh no! Aidy, whatever am I going to do? I'm so hot and horny, so eager to get royally fucked by your hot beef steak, that I'm dripping all over the place. Look!" Gazing over her shoulder at her son, she brought a hand to her ass.

She could see his penis was still flaccid, due to his nervousness, so she upped the ante. She ran a finger through her swampy inner thighs. Then she brought the finger up to her mouth and licked it clean.

Still pretending to be dismayed at her "problem," she gave a look over her shoulder of exaggerated anguish and asked plaintively, "Whatever shall I do? Should I just stand here dripping and ruining the carpet?"

Adrian was feeling impatient and surly. He just wanted to get past her at first. Then he really stopped and stared, because he had no way to get past her. Then it hit him, She's all wet like that 'cos her pussy is getting ready to be invaded by a penis. MY penis! Holy ... Damn! His arousal surged. Suddenly, he blurted out, "What are we just standing here for? Let's do it!"

She giggled with glee. "I like that kind of take charge answer. Is that an order ... Master?"

"YES!"

She giggled some more, and scampered on towards her bedroom.

He eagerly followed.

She led him to her extra large bed, and they both sat up in it. She knew that, despite his growing arousal, he was still in a mood to bitch about Alan, and he was likely to take almost any opening and turn it into an excuse to complain about him. She also knew he was extremely nervous, and she was surprised at just how nervous she felt too. So, although she wanted to talk about the sex they would soon be having, she decided it would be better to pick a safer subject for a while. "You know, Aidy, it's funny. I've known for years that you're fascinated with my breasts, but I never really asked you why. Is it just because of their size?"

His voice was flat and sullen, but that was hiding his churning emotions and his raging lust. "No. I'm annoyed at people who stare at them just because they're big. That's probably what Alan does." (He was even trying to use this to bash Alan.) "But they don't understand."

She didn't say anything, since she wanted him to get this out of his system.

He started to warm to the subject. "There are lots of big breasts that are ugly. Downright ugly! They're all saggy and flabby and floppy. They have no style. No shape. No grace. And they're all pale and veiny, and their nipples are huge and ugly. Usually the women are pretty fat, too. Some boobs are so huge that it's downright disgusting. And don't even get me started about fake ones. Ugh! Bigger is definitely not always better!"

She just looked down towards his crotch and nodded, rather than interrupt him. She was basking in the hungry look he was giving her.

His voice turned downright passionate. "But you! Your tits are perfection."

She started to tingle with pleasure, seeing the look of lust and admiration in his eyes. She hefted her twin mountains from underneath and thrust her chest forward (even though her French maid outfit was already propelling them up and out). "You can touch them, you know."

He eagerly grasped them with both hands and started to knead them gently. His desire grew as his troubled spirit was calmed. "These! These are works of art! They sit up so high, especially considering their weight. And there's no signs of age - none! And round, they're so round! But not the fake kind of round. Anyone can tell at a glance that they're all real! And the nipples! I don't know where to begin; I could talk about your extra long nipples all day! These tits would be beautiful at any size, but the fact that they're all that, and so big too, makes them absolute miracles!"

Brenda didn't want to pit Adrian against Alan, but she knew that Adrian needed a little extra motivation to fully get over his funk. She taunted, "So, you're just gonna crawl away and give up on these breasts of mine, huh? You must be bored of them - and me - already."

He momentarily stopped his fondling to blink in incomprehension. "Huh? Ma, what are you talking about?"

"It seems that all you wanna do is complain about Alan. Is that what you want to do: to spend all evening bitching and moaning about how life is unfair?"

He was about to launch into a diatribe about how life IS unfair, and that Alan had no right being anywhere near his mother, and so on. But he caught himself. No. Ma is right. That's not the way. Not tonight. Am I gonna let Alan beat me? Am I just gonna give up, because he's hypnotized her somehow? Am I gonna let him get in my head and ruin my night of nights?

No way! Alan, I may not amount to much, but my ma deserves better than you! Her tits deserve better! It's like throwing pearls before swine to let you grope blindly at these twin masterpieces! No, Ma needs me. Her tits need me! She needs someone who'll rescue her from an evil bastard like you! Someone who loves her and would still love her even if she was flat-chested! Can you say that, Mr. Harem Asshole Big-dicked Piece of Shit? No, I don't think so! Ha!

I'm the one that loves her, the only one, and I can prove it! I figure that if I can fuck my ma, and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her some more, she'll be so satisfied that she'll never need to run to you again.

Yes! I can see it now! My mission, my goal, my purpose! I'm gonna fuck my ma and save our family!

Brenda was spellbound, because she was able to watch her son transform right before her eyes. She was reminded of the Grinch from "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" and the epiphany the Grinch had when he realized that the Whos of Whoville were still having a merry Christmas even though all their presents were stolen. The Grinch's heart literally ballooned in size until it practically burst from his chest, and from then on, he was dramatically changed for the better.

An aggressiveness seized Adrian, which Brenda had never witnessed before in her life. He had been fully aroused from all her teasing, but he was still too nervous to get an erection. However, his penis had been steadily rising while he relaxed as he talked about her breasts, and now he was at full mast. He was sitting on the bed between her splayed-out legs. He suddenly grasped her legs with both hands and said, "Okay, Ma, I'm gonna fuck you!" Then he paused, uncertain how to proceed. "Um, what should I do?"

She said, in delight and surprise, "Just scoot up and stick it in. Natural instinct will do the rest. Here, let me help you." She was still wearing her French maid outfit, but she didn't want to spoil the mood by taking the time to undress, especially since the outfit didn't cover up anything important anyway. She quickly lay down, keeping her legs spread wide. As he scooted up, she sat up, grabbed his erection, and guided it in.

Just like that, he was inside her. In his haste, he didn't pause to adjust or work his way in slowly. He pushed and pushed and pushed, helped along by her copious natural lubrication. In a matter of seconds, he found his erection had completely disappeared because all of it was inside his mother!

Only then did he realize just what he'd done. I'm in ... my ma! I'm fucking my mother!

Brenda was similarly blown away. She was grateful for this unexpected development, because she was getting so nervous that she was starting to tremble, just as he was. Now she could feel the tension draining away. Instead of worrying about his performance, she could revel in the wonderful way her pussy was getting stuffed. She vocalized her feelings. "Aidy, you're in! You're all the way in! God, it's so good! This is real! Real sex! Real incest! A son fucking his mother! How does it feel?"

His excitement level had just shot off the charts, and he was ready for more, much more. He wanted to thrust already. But her question caused him to pause and focus on the feelings surrounding his erection first. "Oh my God! I LOVE it, Ma! It feels ... It feels ... fantastic! Amazing! Incredible! It's soooo tight! But more than that, it's simply knowing that I'm really fucking my mother! This is a dream come true!" His heart was pounding, pounding, pounding.

She agreed with every word, especially the part about this being a dream come true. Her whole body was humming with arousal. "So fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

He suddenly grew a bit hesitant. "Should I? Just thrust in and out?"

She wiggled her hips impatiently, inadvertently bringing new surges of pleasure to her pussy and his embedded erection. "Yes! Just do it! Like I said, nature takes over! Just move your hips up and down like you're doing push-ups!"