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Anika slowly got up and walked over to her troublesome boss. She  suspected that Brenda was about to do something even more rash, because  the buxom mother had showed almost no self-restraint whatsoever so far.  Anika knew that the burden of following Suzanne's wise orders fell to  her in this situation. Adrian had to be slowly psychologically  conditioned to accept a very tricky situation. She said in a low voice,  "Brenda, can I speak to you in private? Vithout Aidy?"

Brenda, still blissed out, turned to her son and said, "Pooh  Bear, can you step outside for a second and close the door? I'm sure  this'll just take a sec."

Adrian backed away and out through the open door without  thinking about what he was doing. He was so aroused and emotionally  overloaded that he didn't know up from down, but he somehow managed to  close the door behind him.

Anika immediately drew close to Brenda's left ear and  whispered into it, "Vat are you tinking? Or not tinking!" She knew  Adrian would have no time to cross the house to check in by video  monitor, so she spoke freely. "Have you forgotten everytink Suzanne told  us?! Remember vat she said? 'Go slow.' Dis is not slow! Especially  saying dat Alan owns your body and your soul. I tink you've really done  it dis time. You're destroyink de poor boy's ego." She shook her head  with disappointment.

Brenda nodded her head; some of what Anika said made an  impact, despite her lusty fog. She whispered, "Sorry. I'll do better.  It's just that I'm so excited!"

Just then, she and Anika heard a loud and prolonged groan out  in the hallway. She whispered giddily to her old maid, "Looks like I'm  not the only one, hee-hee!"

But Anika continued to chide. "Brenda, vat vill vee say to  Suzanne? She vill be mad at me for not stopping you. Me! You haf to slow  down. Dat Suzanne, she's a tough one. I don't vant to let her down."

Brenda put her hands together as if in prayer. "Please?  Please let me have a bit of fun right now? Today is my special day; this  is a day that I'm going to remember for the rest of my life. You know  what's going to happen tonight. I want this to be a memorable day for me  and Aidy too, not just me and Alan. Please cut me a little bit of  slack? I'm sure it'll all work out in the long run. Please?"

Anika looked doubtful. "Vell... I don't know..." But she was  kind-hearted; she had never seen Brenda so happy as she'd been in recent  days and didn't want to spoil the fun on Brenda's big day. She decided  to relax her restrictions on Brenda, but only just a little. She knew  there might be a price to pay, especially if Adrian reacted the wrong  way to some of the things Brenda was likely to blurt out, but they'd  have to do some damage control on another day.

Brenda was encouraged by the look on Anika's face. She made a  short, triumphant punch in the air and said out loud so Adrian could  hear, "Aidy? You can come back in now."

However, before Adrian could come back in, Anika wagged her finger and said, "Vatch it!"

Adrian was very flustered. As soon as he'd stepped out into  the hallway he couldn't help but touch himself. That instantly started  his climax. The problem was, he had no idea where to direct his cum.  Somehow he'd managed to get his shorts down before the first rope of cum  shot out. Largely by default, his cum had hit the wood paneling on the  door in front of him. He figured that at least that was better than  getting it on the carpet. But no sooner had he finished cumming than he  was told to return to the bedroom. He hastily reached out to wipe the  door clean with both hands but he ended up with a sticky mess on both  his hands and the door.

He opened the door, scarcely knowing what to expect. He kept  his wet hands behind his back. He breathed a sigh of relief to see that,  whatever Anika had said, it hadn't made his mother put any clothes back  on yet. His penis had grown flaccid after that satisfying cum, but just  one look at his completely nude mother reversed that. His heart was  pounding like a jackhammer once more and he was so out of it that he  didn't realize the way his penis visibly grew until he was left with a  comically large bulge in his shorts.

Brenda, though, certainly did notice. She thought, If  there was only some way I could send Anika away for an hour or so, but  she's too smart for that. It's just not right that my Pooh Bear has to  cum in the hallway instead of all over his momma's chest. Just look at  that! Aidy, is that a hot, mommy-splitting, teenage cock in your shorts  or are you just happy to see me? Ha! ... But I have to save myself for  my master. Come on, girl, get a grip.

She refocused on her wardrobe and pulled out a French maid  outfit. But while she was willing herself not to stare at her son's  package, that didn't mean she planned on stopping her teasing of him.  She held a small black item meant to cover her stomach (and little  else), and placed it over her chest. It was something that she'd tried  on twice already, but she wanted to try every outfit on again, now that  Adrian was here watching her in the flesh.

She said, "Aidy, Anika reminded me that you might take some  of the things I say the wrong way. Of course, everyone knows who owns my  body and soul: you! You're my favorite little guy in the whole wide  world. But when I think about Alan I get so excited that I say things  you might find a little strange. Just please be patient with me, okay?  Now, can I get your opinion on which outfit I should wear? What do you  think of this one?"

Adrian nodded, then did a double-take as he looked into  Brenda's closet. When he was watching her from his room he didn't have  the right angle to look into her closet. So it was a shock to see that  she had about thirty French maid outfits in there. He said, "Momma,  okay, but wait a minute! Why on Earth do you have a closet filled with  nothing but these... these... uniforms?! They expose everything! You  can't wear something like this in public. You can't tell me you owned  even one of these last week!"

Brenda sighed. She motioned for Adrian to sit in a nearby  chair, then sat her naked ass down on the sofa that Anika had already  returned to. She said with resignation, "It looks like I need to explain  a few things to you before we go any further. Like this closet... How  do I put this? You understand that I have a master now, and that I'm a  part of his harem. I'm doing this of my own free will to fulfill my own  desires and needs. How do you feel about that?"

"How do I feel? I'm appalled! Absolutely shocked!  Embarrassed! Freaked out!" He kept his hands folded together in between  his thighs; his fingers in particular were still drenched with his own  cum, and now his thighs were getting a bit slick from the mess as well.

Brenda sighed again, heavier this time. "Hmmm. I was afraid  you might say that. Then you're probably not going to like what I have  to say about these outfits. You see, Aidy, your mother is a natural  submissive. Do you understand what that means, in a sexual sense?"

Adrian nodded. He knew what a submissive was from reading  erotic stories on the Internet. In fact, he had a particular fondness  for female domination stories and suspected he might be a bit submissive  himself. But he wasn't sure about that, because sometimes in his  fantasies he also wanted to be able to force his mother to submit to  him, to allow him to completely control her, to fuck her, to tie her up,  and in general completely have his way with her. However, thoughts  along these lines were crowded out by the actual sight of Brenda fawning  over him dressed in one of the many French maid outfits she had.

Brenda thought, He thinks he knows what it means, but he  has no idea. He doesn't understand the joy in serving. Like, right now, I  could sit with my legs together, but I have to serve! That means my  legs need to stay apart. That shows that my pussy is available to be  fucked. I have to show my readiness and eagerness to serve my master and  my son at all times! The joy of making them happy alone would be reward  enough, but at the same time they'll please me so very much with their  thrusting cocks! Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting! God, I love it! I'm  addicted. It's so much pleasure that it seems unfair!

How do I explain all that? How can I explain to him that I  NEED his cock tickling my tonsils? How can I make him understand that  I've been blessed with these tits precisely so a cock can slide between  them? I have two cocks to love! Two! Yes! Imagine: my master's manly  powerful cock and my son's cute boy cock! Serving both! In a way, I'm  luckier than any of my mistresses to serve a master AND a son. Is there  anyone anywhere luckier than me?

Anika looked at Brenda sitting next to her and watched as her  buxom boss slumped down on the sofa, slowly spreading her legs wider  and wider, revealing her leaky pussy again. Anika couldn't help but  shake her head in frustration. She sighed loudly, knowing that Brenda  was off in la-la land again. She finally scooted close and gave her a  strong nudge. Then she said to Adrian, "Sorry, Aidy. As you can see,  your mamma's so wery excited. All she can tink about is dis party  tonight."

That gave Brenda time to recover and even remember what she'd  been talking about. So, sitting up but keeping her knees wide apart,  she said, "Now, I was talking about my master. Alan. The fact that I'm  submissive, that doesn't matter much in his book. He's such a sexually  potent, virile, well hung, and dominating man that no woman can resist  him, no matter what they're like."

Anika coughed loudly.

Brenda continued, "He picks the very best women in the county  to be his own in the same way that a shopper might look at a display of  strawberries and pick out the very best ones. The strawberry has no say  in the matter. Do you see what I'm saying?"

"I guess," Adrian replied with doubt, discomfort, and obvious  confusion. He could hardly equate his mother with a ripe strawberry.  But staring as he was at her drooling pussy just a few feet in front of  him, their conversation seemed totally unreal to him. It was hard to  really emotionally engage when he could actually feel the pulsing of his  heartbeat in the throbbing of his penis.

Brenda said with motherly understanding, "Don't worry, you'll  understand it all in time. But because he's such a wonderful master, he  finds the right role for everyone in his harem. Of course, all of his  nymphos live to sexually please and serve him; that goes without  saying."

Anika coughed out another warning.

Brenda heard that and said, "It's okay, Anika, he needs to  understand this, sooner or later. But Aidy, I want you to understand  that Alan is a very giving and loving master." She closed her eyes and  breathed a wistful romantic sigh. Then she looked at Adrian and  refocused. "He does not want to interfere with our bond, the important  bond between mother and son. He understands that very well. Oh, yes he  does. Doubly so."

Anika gave Brenda a pre-emptive nudge. She knew that  incestuous thoughts of Alan with Susan or Suzanne powerfully excited her  boss, and the very mention of such things were likely to lead to more  distractive daydreams. Further, such comments were dangerous clues about  the Plummer family's incest (though luckily, the "doubly so" allusion  to Alan's two mothers was difficult to decipher and Adrian was too  frazzled to try).

Brenda wanted to make sure she had Adrian's full attention  now, so she temporarily closed her legs and waited until her son's eyes  finally drifted up towards her face. Then she continued, "He doesn't  want to separate you and me in any way. Whatever relationship we choose  to have, that's between the two of us. He'll allow it and respect it.  Any relationship. Do you understand what I'm saying, Pooh Bear?"

Adrian's heart leapt with hope, but he could scarcely believe  that his interpretation of what his mother had just said was correct.  He lingered on the words "Any relationship." What he really wanted to  ask was if this Alan would allow some kind of sexual contact between him  and his mother, but he could never imagine asking such a bold question,  not in a million years. His deeply ingrained shy manners prevented it.  He meekly replied, "I, um, I think so." However, the fires of hope had  now been kindled within him, even if it was a dim and distant hope.

Brenda nodded, then continued, "Good. A good master knows how  to please his ... nymphos, and make them happy. And I've made it clear  that what makes me happy is serving in his house as a maid sometimes.  Think of it as a sexual role-play thing, if you want. I love the idea so  much that I went out and bought all of these outfits in just the past  couple of days. But you know me" - she giggled - "I have a way of going  overboard at times, don't I?"

Adrian laughed a bit, releasing some of his tension. "You  sure do," he agreed. His eyes were gawking at her chest again, watching  her breasts jiggle as she giggled. He noticed that her legs were slowly  opening again to reveal her drooling pussy once more. It was as if she  was incapable of keeping her legs closed.

Brenda concluded, "So that's what these outfits are all  about. I'm going to Alan's house tonight and I'm going to pretend to be a  sexy maid. I'm still your mother, the same as always, it's just that  this is how adults choose to have fun sometimes. Adult fun. Do you know  what I mean?"

Adrian frowned. A part of him wanted to run to the bathroom  to be ill over what was happening to his mother. Another part of him  wanted to run to his bedroom to relieve the stiffness of his erection.  But the biggest part of him simply couldn't pull his eyes away from his  mother's naked charms. As she talked, it seemed that she was always  doing some little thing or another to draw his eyes to her body,  especially her chest.