All the sex between Adrian and Brenda had made both of them hungry. Adrian was so eager to have more sex with his mother that he would have gladly skipped dinner altogether.
But Brenda insisted with a sexy wink, "A good motherfucker needs to keep up his strength, so he has the stamina to fuck his mother over and over and over!"
Since it was framed that way, Adrian relented. Both of them washed up and got ready for dinner separately while Anika prepared dinner.
Adrian made it downstairs first, because Brenda took extra time putting on her perfume, very subtle make-up, and generally checking her appearance.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought, Good mommies have to look their best! A good mommy's top job is to look tempting and fuckable for her son at all times, so she can coax out more sperm. That's what Mistress Susan always says, and she's so right! She beamed with happiness, deservedly proud of her voluptuous body.
Adrian was sitting at the dinner table, wearing his usual casual clothes, when Brenda swept into the room.
She was dressed in nothing but a see-through négligée, similar to, but still different from, the one she'd been wearing earlier in the day. It highlighted the fact that her pussy was shaved bare. She also had blue high heels on her feet.
He stood up to greet her. "Wow, Ma! You look great!"
She giggled. "Thanks. But is that all?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're just standing there, like you're a gentleman ready to guide me to my seat." She posed coquettishly before breathily sighing, "But I'm not just your momma now; I'm also your willing and enthusiastic sex toy! This outfit I'm wearing is for you! To get you all hot and bothered."
"It's working," he exclaimed. That certainly was true. Despite all the sexual activity he'd taken part in earlier, his penis was quickly reviving as he looked at his mother, and especially at the way her huge jugs were swaying freely underneath the insubstantial fabric.
She replied with some exasperation, "Well, yeah! I figured that much, but I'm not here merely to be gawked at by my handsome son from afar, not anymore. Don't you want to greet me a little more... intimately?"
She struck a sexier pose, raising an arm above her head. Her nipples and pussy were already tingling in anticipation.
He gulped, and his heart started to pound. "What, you mean I can walk up to you, and just, like..."
Her smile was pure temptation. "Yes. Do whatever you like."
"Wow! That's so awesome!" He finally started to move, quickly closing the gap between them. Not surprisingly, his hands went straight to her big boobs. But he kept his hands outside the lingerie, and fondled her through it.
She rolled her eyes without him seeing. "That's nice, my cutie, but why hold back? Don't you want to grope all that tit flesh, well, more directly?"
"Um, well, yeah! Hell yeah! But, um, what about Anika? Or dinner?" Anika was still tinkering in the kitchen, but there was a lot of open space between the kitchen and dining room, allowing the maid to hear and even see what was happening.
Brenda lifted her nightie up to her shoulders, grabbed her son's hands, and placed them back on her breasts. "Anika's seen everything already. Forget she's there. As for dinner, you've never truly enjoyed dinner until you've eaten it with your momma sitting underneath the table, between your knees, sucking on your cock!"
He gulped again. "Are you serious?!"
"Of course I'm serious! Aidy, look at me!" Since he was too shocked at the moment to fondle, she pulled her nightie all the way off and then stepped back. "Look! I'm standing here in my birthday suit, cum starting to drip down my thighs, thinking about what you're going to do to me next. Are you going to bend me over the dinner table and fuck me doggy style? Or will you make me crawl on all fours and beg to be titfucked? The choices are yours, and they're endless! I'm not just a mother having hot and steamy incestuous sex with her son. I'm your sex toy! I'm yours to command! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Gladly! Here, look."
"Wow, Ma. Are you serious? I never imagined..."
She dropped to her knees, pinned her arms behind her back, and thrust her chest out. "You see this? This is known as 'the position.' Any time you want me to sexually serve you, all you have to say is 'assume the position,' and I'll strike this pose, no matter what I'm doing. This position symbolizes your complete and utter control over my busty body, and your role as my master."
He loved that, and finally started to get into the spirit of things. As he quickly shucked his shirt and shorts, he commented, "Ma, this is kind of a weird thing to say, but you look almost... proud."
"I am!" She stiffened a bit more, and raised her head up. "I'm not a slut, not in the negative sense of the term. I don't have sex with anyone, just with the two men I love. I don't listen to those who try to denigrate and demonize sex. I consider being a sex slave to be a high calling, just like a doctor, teacher, or artist. In fact, cock pleasing IS an art. There's no greater joy than in keeping your master's cock humming with arousal all day long!"
Unfortunately, her mention of "two men" reminded him of Alan again. He asked, "So, is this something Alan makes you do?"
Her eyes had been closed, but she looked up at him and frowned. "We're not to mention his name tonight, remember? But since you brought it up, yes, it's something I love to do for him on my own. You may hate him now, but he's the one who allowed me to discover, and then come to love, my inner sex slave. You can benefit greatly from what I've learned from him and the other women in his harem, if you can only accept that this is how I am."
He was uncertain. He'd lusted after her for years, to the nearly complete exclusion of anyone else. But all this "sex slave" talk seemed a bit too much. He'd never realistically imagined something like this could happen, and he kept expecting to wake up from a dream.
Sensing his indecision and confusion, she started churning her hips around as she remained kneeling. She figured, correctly, that his eyes would be drawn to that hypnotic and rhythmic movement, and now that he knew what fucking was like, he'd imagine his penis benefiting from all that churning.
He was going to raise some sort of objection, perhaps having to do with her comment about Alan. But whatever the thought, it fled from his head.
Seeing his eyes finally rise from her hips to her busty chest, she thrust her tits out a bit more. "Anytime, anywhere, I'm ready to suck or get fucked by my handsome son. For instance, stealth sex. Have you heard of that?"
He was so floored that he practically forgot his own name. The only thing on his mind was that he was now standing naked, holding his stiff erection and lightly stroking it, while his nude mother knelt submissively before him, right there in the middle of the dining room. The mere thought that this could become an extremely normal, everyday sort of state of affairs completely blew his mind.
He asked, "Um, no. What's that?"
She licked her lips. "Son! Your cock is so full and heavy! Please, bring it closer. And for God's sake, don't stroke it! If there's one thing you need to understand, it's that you should never, ever, EVER masturbate again. There'll be no need, not when you can blow a big, gooey load on my face any time you want." She cocked her curled finger at him, beckoning him to draw closer.
He stumbled forward.
She went on in a sultry voice, "Sometimes, a master can turn his full attention to having sex with his momma. But other times, the master is busy. For instance, eating dinner. Yet maybe he's still horny, or potentially horny. A good sex toy can't let him suffer with an untended hard cock. That would be cruel for both mother and son. Good mommies LIVE to stroke and suck their sons' hard cocks! So that's where stealth sex comes in. Let me demonstrate."
He was standing within arm's length, so she scooted forward a bit, grabbed his erection with one hand, and then brought her mouth up to it. As she started to lick, she explained, "See? My hand is giving you a stealth handjob, and my mouth is giving you a stealth blowjob. The idea is that I'm not going all out to get you to pump me full of cum, as wonderful as that would be. Instead, I'm just lightly fondling and licking. It's soothing and relaxing for both you and for me, and we can both keep our mutual pleasure on a slow simmer for hours at a time. That way, you can keep on doing what you're doing, like eating, studying, or watching TV. And you see how I'm alternating between licking and blowing lightly on your cockhead?"
His voice cracked as he ventured a strained reply. "Yeah?"
"That way, I can keep talking all the while I revel in the joy of sexually serving you. Isn't this a more enjoyable way to hold a conversation with your momma?"
"Oh my God! Yes! It feels SO GOOD!" He grimaced and his eyes rolled back into his head, because the pleasure was overwhelmingly intense. He was afraid to look at her curvy nude body or her cute face, for fear that would push him over the edge already.
She giggled. "Oops. I'm probably not being stealthy enough. I tend to get carried away a little bit when there's a delicious son-cock near my mouth, but I'll try to cut back."
She winked.
However, his eyes were closed and he was panting wildly, so he didn't notice.
She added, "I'm still learning too, but I'll get better, just you wait and see. All it takes is..." - she held his shaft as she licked her way up from his balls to the tip of his cock, ending with a gentle loving kiss on the end - "practice. Lots and lots of practice!"
He groaned with arousal. The euphoria rising up from his groin was so intense that he felt light-headed.
Her voice dripping with desire, she continued, "Now, imagine having breakfast every morning, with your momma sucking and stroking you like this. And then imagine the same thing every night at dinner. And won't it be more fun to do your homework when your big-titted momma's tongue is dancing up and down your cock?"
"God, yes! YES! YES! YES! But Ma! I mean, is this for real? Is this just sexy talk to arouse me, or are you serious? You can't be serious! I mean, you'd get bored of that pretty fast, wouldn't you?"
She frowned again. "Son, you still don't get it, do you? I don't blame you, 'cos it's a lot for anyone to take. Here, let's sit at the dinner table and I'll try to explain things a bit better."
She stood up and ran her hands through her short hair, knowing that would cause her son to groan with arousal. She twisted her upper body and yelled towards the kitchen, "Anika, how's the dinner coming?"
Anika had been standing on the other side of the kitchen counter for the past few minutes, simply listening and watching. She was getting quite horny too. But she quickly kicked back into gear, bustling around the kitchen. "It's goot. Almost ready. Anodder minute or two."
"Okay, thanks." Brenda sat next to Adrian, and pulled her chair up close to his. Then she brought both her hands down to his crotch and resumed stroking up and down his shaft. "Mmmm. Yum. You like that?"
He said frantically, "Ma, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum all over the place!"
She ignored that, and happily continued to slide her fingers all over his pre-cum soaked pole. "Pooh Bear, please try to understand. I know you can't truly understand, because you're not a submissive, big-titted woman who loves to get royally fucked, but please, do your best to get inside my head, okay?"
"Okay." He looked down at his crotch and the way her hands were stroking. He could scarcely believe this wasn't some crazy dream.
"Remember our neighbors with the two daughters, Natalia and Sylvia? Remember how big they were on waterskiing, before they moved away?"
"Yeah?" His heart was pounding so hard, it seemed like he could barely hear her voice over it.
"That's pretty much all they did, right? They water-skied for God knows how many hours a day. They were on their way to being professionals. If they hadn't had to go to school, they probably would have water-skied all day long, every single day."
Her giant globes were swaying back and forth in time to her stroking. He was forced to close his eyes again. "Yeah? So?"
"Well, you and I, we're different. We never water-ski at all, or if we did, we'd only do it once in a blue moon, as a lark. But to them, it's their life. As far as they were concerned, time at school or anywhere else was time wasted, because they wanted to be on the water instead, doing what they truly loved. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
The sweat poured down his forehead. "Um, it's kind of hard to think, what with your hands sliding up and down..."
"I know, Pooh Bear, but this is part of the stealth stroking process. Try to get used to it, and carry on like normal. In time, you'll get better at it."
"MA! I'm gonna cum, like, any second!"
"Shoot. Well, I'll only use one hand for a while, how's that? But do you understand my point?"
"Okay... Um, what you're saying is, that you like, uh, sex, as much as they liked water skiing? You'd be happy to, uh... do it... for hours and hours a day, year after year after year?" When he finished, he wondered how he was able to string so many words together, in his current condition.
"Exactly!" She beamed. "A smart boy like that deserves a special kiss!" She bent over and kissed his cockhead. But she enjoyed that so much that she couldn't stop with just one kiss. Before long, a series of kisses turned into a full-on blowjob. She dropped to her knees and swallowed his entire cockhead and then some.
That went on for a couple of minutes, until he suddenly stood up and staggered back a step or two.
"What's wrong, my sweet son?"
He was panting hard. "Um... Nothing. It's just that I was, uh, ready to shoot. I can't hold out any longer! It's like I'm gonna die, I need to cum so bad!"
"Oh. Well, remember, you can shoot whenever you like. What are you waiting for? Inside me, or on my skin, whatever you want. I'd love for you to squirt a big load all over my chest, so I can show off a spermy shiny glaze!" She scooted forward and crammed his cockhead in her mouth again.
As her cheeks sank in with a powerful suck, he somehow managed to say, "Yeah, but I wanted to try this, uh, stealth thing. During, during dinner... AH! To see if it could really work." He nodded at the table.
She looked over and noticed that the dinner had been served. Anika often ate with them, but tonight she'd simply brought the food in silently and then disappeared again.
Brenda pulled his shaft out of her mouth and said, "Oh. I see. That's good. It's good to try to hold out, so you can last for hours and hours. I'm sorry, I got a little carried away again. When mommies suck and suck, they get really horny and their pussies get all juicy, and they just can't stop! ... Where was I? Oh yes."
He was right on the edge of climax, but to his simultaneous delight and dismay, she scooted forward again and resumed stroking his shaft as she resumed their conversation as well. But since her hands were mostly stroking his shaft instead of around his cockhead, he was somehow able to resist immediately squirting. However, he felt like he was going to faint or fall over if he couldn't sit down soon.
"Anyway, Aidy, you've just seen the point of what I was trying to say. Those neighbor girls, they'd discovered their passion. I've kept up with them every now and then in the news, and I see they're still at it. In fact, Natalia won the national championship a year or so ago. And, like them, I've finally discovered my passion too. My calling, if you will."
She paused, then started licking her way around her son's most sensitive spots.
He was forced to warn, "Ma... Please!"
"Oops. Sorry. I must admit, I need work on the whole 'stealth' part. Anyway, I only discovered this new me some weeks back, so yes, maybe I'll grow bored of it after a while. But I really don't think so. I feel a sense of satisfaction and bliss down in the depths of my soul when I hold your cock in my hand. And you have NO IDEA how much fun sucking cock is!"
She was about to cram his cockhead back into her mouth, but seeing the desperate look on his face made her pause, so she just blew on it a little bit instead. "I've never been more certain of anything than I'm certain of the fact that I'm a natural sex toy. It just feels right. When I say I'll do anything for you at any time, those are not just words."
Somehow, he had come down slightly from his immediate urge to cum. She had sensed that, so she was alternately blowing and licking her way around his cockhead, while her hand fondled his balls. But she was doing it all slowly and gently to avoid exciting him too much.
The food was on the table, totally forgotten and growing cold.