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Trying to sweeten the bitter pill a little bit, she added, "But I'verealized I'm a submissive, and that means there'll be changes aroundhere too. For instance, I'll be wearing French maid outfits around thehouse a lot. Sometimes even the topless kind. That doesn't literallymean I'm a professional maid; it's just something I like because itconstantly reminds me that my role is to serve. Do you understand?"

He was floored all over again. Her attempt to distract himworked, because his head was suddenly so full of thoughts of her runningaround the house topless that the "master" issue was pushed back, atleast for the moment.

Not getting an answer from her wallflower son, Brenda pointedto a formal and imposing oak desk and said to Adrian, "You'll be seeinga lot of my body from now on, because submissive women don't wear much.Is that okay with you?"He somehow managed to nod.

"Good. Why don't you sit over there while I change? That'llkeep you out of Anika's hair while she finishes her sewing job, andit'll make you look like a professional judge for a contest. Imagineyou're one of those judges in the Olympics holding up the cards that say9.9." She giggled.

Adrian walked over to the desk, not really thinking about where he was going or why.

Brenda, however, had given the location some serious thought.It was a new desk, installed in her bedroom just the day before. She'dput it there so her son could have a place to masturbate while she wasin the room. It was a strategically located high desk, and had a modestypanel all the way to the floor, so if he got carried away he could jerkoff without being seen, even though Brenda might be standing just a fewfeet away. At least, that's what Brenda hoped he would think. She wouldbe looking very carefully for subtle movements in his upper arms.

Even before Adrian settled down into the plush chair behindthe desk, Brenda went back to her closet and put away the French maidoutfit she'd been holding, and then took her time picking out anotherone. Actually, the one she'd been holding was just fine to try on, butshe wanted to draw out staying naked as long as possible.

Finally, she began putting on a newly chosen outfit. She madesure to jiggle and preen with every move she made. It was basically astriptease in reverse. She acted very helpless throughout, andcontinually asked her old maid Anika to get up and help her put on herblack stockings, her cuff links, her bowtie, and so forth. Brenda aimed asultry stare right at her son the whole time as she hammed up a mightystruggle to get into the straining confines of her uniform.

Adrian thought that seeing his mother jiggle and writhe wasbetter than the best porn video he had ever seen. His mouth hung wideopen in comic book character style.

When Brenda finished dressing, it seemed as if the outfitmade her even more exposed and erotic than when she was actually totallynaked. Her hips, belly, shoulders, and other areas were covered withblack cloth and lacy white frill, but as she stood in front of her son,her clean shaven pussy and round boobs were on full display. In fact,the outfit was cleverly designed to hold up and push out her boobs evenmore than usual, as if to make an offering of them.lights

Adrian couldn't help but groan out loud. His heart waspounding hard, and sweat was pouring down his face. He'd been resistingtouching himself behind the desk for fear of getting caught, but eventhough he'd cum just a few minutes ago, he knew he couldn't hold outvery long in the face of such arousal and temptation.

At one point, he noticed a box of tissues convenientlylocated on the desk, and he also noticed that both Anika and Brenda werenot looking his way. He grabbed a wad of tissues and brought them underthe desk. He used them to finally clean his cum off of his hands andinner thighs and then put the used tissues in his shorts pocket.

Then he grabbed another big wad with the intention of makinganother sticky mess to clean up. He was afraid of drawing attention withthe obvious sound of a zipper unzipping, but he unzipped his fly asslowly and quietly as he could. It was risky, but he figured it wasbetter than cumming in his shorts, which was what was about to happen,whether he touched himself there or not.

He looked again at his mother, and saw what seemed to be aliteral flood of pussy juice pouring down her thighs. She seemed to begushing an outrageous amount of fluid. The heady aroma of it wasunbearably sexy to his senses. He was literally drunk and woozy from thesmell of his mother's pussy. He wanted and needed to cum so badly thathe actually worried he might pass out at any moment. But he felt hecouldn't give in and touch himself, because even though Anika seemedabsorbed with her sewing job, Brenda continued to stare right at himmost of the time.

The room had been fairly quiet, though the Rolling Stones'song "Bitch" was playing in the background. Finally, Brenda struck apose in her maid outfit and asked her son, "Aidy, what do you think? Doyou like this one? The idea, obviously, is to make myself look tempting,for the party. Do you think this is tempting enough? ... Oh wait!Anika, can you hand me that plate right there on the end table? If I'm amaid I need to serve."

She held the plate up as if it had cocktails on it and stillstared right at her son. "So, NOW what do you think, my sweet Pooh Bear?Does it look like my sole purpose is to serve? To serve men who needtheir balls drained of all that hot and nasty cum churning and burningand building up inside of them? Mist-, er, Susan, oh never mind who..."

Anika coughed again.

Brenda continued, "Let's just say a wise woman told me thatone of the gravest problems there is sperm buildup. All that troublesomesperm needs to be deposited in my holes! Do I look like I'm dying to beordered to bend over and take it? How would you like to have a maidlike this, serving you in any and EVERY way? Wouldn't that be fun toorder your maid to do ANYTHING at all, because she's your personal sextoy and loves to be fucked?" She got so hyped up from her own words thatshe was panting and heaving by the time she was done.

Adrian's jaw dropped open even wider than it already was. Herwords inflamed his lust so much that he was forced to strain everynerve not to cum. All the heaving and jiggling of her completelyunencumbered boobs made his predicament even worse. Restraining himselfwas like a life and death struggle. But unlike Alan, he hadn't trainedhis PC muscle or even knew what that was, so he knew that it was just amatter of time before his cock erupted and hot jism spewed everywhere.His only hope was to hold off long enough for Brenda to be lookingelsewhere.magic

The buxom mother turned around and bent over. She grasped herlegs with both hands just below her knees and kept her legs spreadwide. It looked as if she was ready for someone to walk up behind herand fuck her drooling pussy doggy style at any moment. "How 'bout now?Do you think Alan will want to ravage me if I show myself off likethis?"

If there was one thing Adrian loved almost as much as hismother's chest, it was her pussy. Her boobs were always there to bestared at, so round and full that she couldn't hide them even in thebulkiest sweater. He admired her ass, of course, but it was mostly justsomething to look at until he could get a better view of her front side.However, her pussy had the allure of the mysterious and completelyforbidden. While he knew every inch of his mother's breasts, he'd neveractually seen her pussy exposed until recent days. Lately, he'd been socurious about her pussy that at times when it came into view it couldeven cause him to temporarily rip his eyes from gawking at her hugemammaries. While he was normally very mild mannered, he had wildfantasies of fucking her pussy and sliding in and out of her abundantwetness over and over. So her bending like that was more than he couldbear.

He finally lost it when he saw several droplets of pussyjuice drip out of her slit, linger, dangle from her ripe and bloatedclit, and then drip down onto the floor. This was in addition to all therivulets of cum flowing down her thighs. It was like her body wasscreaming out: "Aidy, or somebody, anybody, fuck me now! Please!"

He brought the tissues he'd been holding to the tip of hishard-on, and that was all it took. As soon as he made the slightestcontact with his iron hard and exposed erection, he began to cum.

It was the most intense and pleasurable experience he'd everhad in his short life. He'd been masturbating so many times a day inrecent days that he could have given Alan a run for his money if therehad been a cumming contest. But this orgasm was a quantum leap ofpleasure beyond any other, much better even than the one in the hallwayso shortly before. The only fly in the ointment was that he couldn'tscream out with abandon. But he'd gotten pretty good over the years inmuffling his masturbatory climaxes, so being quiet was a near automaticprocess for him.

Brenda was careful to remain bent over for a while, to giveher son the privacy to cum, and give him something wonderful to look atwhile he did so. But eventually curiosity got the better of her, and shelooked up a bit in Anika's direction. Her maid gave her a slight nodtowards Adrian, then a knowing wink. The room now had a new smell. Theheavy musky odor of pussy was mixed with the fresh aroma of Adrian'stangy cum.

Brenda was very glad, both that her son had just cum againand that she had such an understanding maid. She longed for the day,hopefully not far away, when she'd be able to taste her son's cum andnot just smell it.