Brenda continued, "I'd like you to meet Mistress Susan sometime soon. She's been like my guru in all this. She agrees with me that cocksucking is an art that one could easily spend a lifetime practicing and perfecting. If it weren't so supposedly 'sinful', I'm sure there'd be all kinds of clubs and contests."
He asked, "Isn't she in Alan's harem too?"
"She is, but remember, let's not mention his name. And this goes beyond his harem, in any case. A lot of these things are universal. You've read lots of incest stories on the Internet. Haven't you ever read a story where a master tells a slave, 'assume the position'?"
"Yeah."
"And look at me, wearing nothing but high heels. Do you think I was the first to discover that a naked woman in nothing but heels is sexy, or that Mistress Susan was the first? Obviously not. There are whole stores that sell nothing but specialized gear for masters and slaves. In fact, there's an entire industry to support it. And that industry exists because there are so many big-titted women who have discovered their naturally submissive natures, and men who have discovered their naturally dominant natures."
"Um, ma? One question. Why the emphasis on 'big-titted' all the time? I mean, I love your tits, but aren't there naturally submissive women with more modest-sized breasts?"
"I suppose there are," she admitted, although very reluctantly. "However, the odds of a woman being a submissive slut for cock go up exponentially with breast size. That's just a fact."
He was having a hard time making any kind of argument, given the way his mother was licking his sensitive spot under his cockhead, but she kept saying things that he didn't understand or didn't agree with, so he asked, "A fact? Are you sure?"
"Sure, I'm sure. Mistress Susan's proved it. Think about it. Think about a pair of big tits like mine. Look at them."
He was staring at them already, but now she pulled her head from his crotch and slid his slippery dick into her cleavage instead. "Um, Ma, what are you doing? I'm gonna blow!"
"This is called a stealth titfuck. One can do a 'stealth' anything; it's just a matter of taking it slow and easy. I'll just slide your wonderfully stiff and sticky boner in here for a little bit so you can rest for a moment, okay?"
He nodded. He was trembling with excitement, but was doing his best to pay attention to her words too. However, he looked down at his mother's face and chest, and was overcome with emotion. "Ma! You're so beautiful! And cute too! But mostly, you're beautiful. I get completely lost in your eyes, in the same way that my dick is completely lost in your tits... Holy cow! I can't even see my dick, your cleavage is so deep!"
She was overjoyed. "Son! Compliments will get you everywhere, including deep in my cunt! I love you so much. And a loving son gets rewards with lots and lots of titfucks!"
He groaned lustily.
"So anyway, a pair of tits like these..." She started to lift one up and down, and then the other, if only to draw his attention to them. But she noticed the pained grimace on his face as he struggled not to cum, and she remembered her promise to keep still for a while. "A pair like these are damn annoying and inconvenient, to say the least. I have back pain all the time. Imagine how you'd feel, having to carry two heavy basketballs on your chest wherever you go. And speaking of sports, you've seen me try to play tennis or go jogging. Heck, they get in the way if I even try to play something like golf... Are you listening?"
His eyes were glazed over from intense pleasure, but he managed to nod in understanding.
"So, from an evolutionary point of view, such lumps of flesh are extremely dumb. Why have them, then? There's only one reason: sex! A woman with big tits has a big evolutionary advantage, because of her increased sex appeal. Basically, a woman with a body like mine is a woman born and bred for sex. And it goes without saying that a woman bred for sex is going to be submissive. It's all part of the package. The bigger the tits, the more likely she's a natural sex toy, and the more submissive she's going to be. One thing naturally follows from the next. This is what Mistress Susan calls her Big Tits Theory. It's a work of genius, if you ask me!"
This talk about Brenda's favorite theory had gotten her excited, and she'd started squeezing and rubbing her son's dick with her tits, despite her intention mere seconds earlier to give him a rest.
Adrian was so out of his mind with arousal that he barely knew up from down. In such a condition, this theory seemed quite reasonable. But some things nonetheless didn't add up for him. He gasped out, "But, uh, what... What about, uh... Some big-titted... not... not submissive?"
She frowned and looked at him sharply, even as her boobs continued to wobble up and down on either side of his cum-soaked shaft. "Have you ever met a big-titted woman who is NOT a naturally submissive sex toy, longing to serve her master and commit hot incestuous sex with him on a daily basis?"
Since Brenda was the only big-titted woman he knew, he had to admit, "Noooo..." He was too blissed out to fault her logic beyond that.
She was triumphant, and repeatedly squeezed his dick with her tit-pillows. "There! Neither have I! So, do you see what I mean? Now, I'll be the first to admit, there may be some big-titted women out there who don't realize their true nature. After all, look at me, and how blind and foolish I was, mere weeks ago. One problem is that truly natural masters are extremely rare in our society, where the formation of harems is discouraged, so many big-titted women tragically go their whole lives without being properly tamed and enslaved. Think about what my ex-husband missed when... Well, never mind about that. My point is, most men are too intimidated by their beauty, plus they've never even heard of the Big Tits Theory, so they don't know how to act."
Her head was level with the dining room table, and she suddenly noticed the two plates of food sitting there untouched. "Aidy! What's wrong? You haven't touched a bite of your food!"
He didn't know whether to laugh or to scream in frustration. The notion that he'd be able to do anything but struggle to keep breathing while she kept him continually on the brink of a great orgasm was totally absurd. He just stared at her incredulously.
Kicking into mothering mode, she sat back up in her chair, pulling her chest away from his rigid rod in the process. "Look at that. Anika's cooked a wonderful pasta dish for you, and it's growing cold. Eat up! You'll need all your strength if you're gonna fuck me all night long."
He staggered back to his seat and just sat there for a bit, recovering his breath. Finally, he managed to say, "All night long?"
"Sure! The night is young. I have soooo much to teach you that I hardly know where to begin. There are so many ways for a man to fuck a woman. It's incredible! And that's not even counting all the wild stuff you'll find in a book like the Kama Sutra. You haven't even fucked me doggy style yet. I can't wait for that. Oooh! Or cowgirl style! Or to bang me standing up like you're banging a cheap screen door!" She looked at his plate with impatience. "Hurry up and eat!"
He took a bite to eat, but it was really only a symbolic gesture to placate her, because he was still too overwhelmed by everything to properly eat a meal.
After another minute or so passed, it occurred to him that his mother's plate was untouched too. He nodded at her plate and asked, "What about you?"
She waved her hand through the air dismissively. "Don't worry about that. I can eat whenever. The main thing is to keep your cock satisfied. Mistress Susan has taught me the supreme importance of that. Blue balls are one of the great tragedies of modern life, and I won't allow that to EVER happen in this house! And as for masturbation, forget it!" She poked him in his chest indignantly. "I should have Mistress Susan over here sometime to lecture you about the sins of Onan, because I can't do that topic justice the way she does. Just remember that if you ever feel the tiniest bit aroused, come to Momma." She enveloped him in a big hug.
The feel of her soft hooters pushing against him melted his brain. Before he had time to think of a response, she dropped a hand down into his crotch and started stroking. At the same time, she chided him, "Come on. Eat up."
"What?! You want me to eat my food while you're jacking me off?!"
"I told you about stealth stroking before, didn't I?"
"Does Al- does he-"
She cut him off. "Never mind what he does or doesn't do. It's a question of what YOU want to do. If you want to eat your meal in the regular way, just tell me. If you want me to simply hold your cock in my mouth until you're done, tell me that too. I'm your big-titted sex toy momma! You see?"
The "big-titted" mention reminded him of the theory she'd mentioned before. Now that he wasn't quite as insanely aroused as before, he could give more thought to that theory, and it didn't make much sense to him. "Um, Ma? About that theory of Susan's..."
"Yes?" Her sticky hand slid up and down his equally sticky pole, up and down, up and down, over and over.
"Uh, well, I'm just not sure if all big-titted women have a natural need to be 'tamed' and 'enslaved,' whatever that means."
"Well, I never said ALL big-titted women," she replied. "Just the beautiful ones. If a woman is ugly, then ipso facto, she wasn't born and bred for sex."
"So wait. You're telling me that Dolly Parton or Jennifer Love Hewitt is somebody's love slave?"
"Well, I can't speak about any given individual. There are always exceptions to rules, and busty women who have tragically failed to discover their true nature. But maybe. Who knows what goes on behind closed doors? Probably, in fact. But in any case, who cares about them? What's important is the woman holding your cock, right here, right now. This is what I feel. Getting back to my water-skiing example, this is what I want to do with my life. I want, no, I NEED, to live the life of a sex toy. It's what gives me happiness. If I can do it from morning till night, then that'll be a very good day."
"Um, isn't that kind of a bit... I dunno... extreme?"
She shot back with, "Isn't water-skiing for five or six hours a day extreme for most people? What makes me happy won't make most other women happy, obviously. The vast majority of women are probably what you'd call 'normal.' But there are a select few big-titted and beautiful women scattered across this country who have discovered their submissive passion, and they love it!"
He asked, "Um, Ma? How come I haven't climaxed yet? I mean, I don't understand! The pleasure! So much!"
"Well, it's like this. The more times you cum in one session, the longer you tend to last each time. Think back to what you did earlier. When you started to fuck me for the first time, you had a hair trigger. Each time, you've lasted longer. Isn't that great? In time, Momma will be able to stimulate your cock for hours on end, non-stop!"
He groaned. He half-seriously thought he was going insane. This much pleasure was simply inhuman. The idea of it happening day after day, for hours on end, was completely beyond his imagining. He was so happy that he felt like his heart would burst from his chest. He wouldn't even mind getting beat up at school every day, if he could come home to a mother this loving and sexually eager to please him!
She stared lustily at her son's erection. "Just look! Look at my hands sliding up and down and all around your magnificent shaft. Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? When I think about how good I'm making you feel, that makes me feel good too. I think about your troubles at school, your lack of confidence, all your problems, and I see them all washed away in a spermy bath of pure joy! In fact, the only thing better than jacking you off is sucking you off. Or fucking! Let's see if you can finish your meal while I give you a good stealth suck, and then we can go back upstairs and you can nail me good! Nail your momma to the bed with your big cock, for hours and hours!"
As her lips closed around her son's cockhead again, she was beside herself with glee. This is so great! Mmmm! Yum! Mistress Susan is so right, again: son-cock is extra yummy! But not only that, I've got a new, brilliant strategy. I will simply play with my son's cock so many hours a day that he'll collapse from exhaustion. He'll be so sexually exhausted that he'll understand my need to be with Master Alan too. He'll see that he's physically incapable of taming me enough hours a day. It's not his fault; no one could, not even Alan, especially with the requirements of attending school. But if Aidy's sexually satiated all the time, he won't mind if I go to a poke-her party at the Plummer house from time to time. In fact, he'll probably welcome the break, so he can do his homework and things like that. And all that constant sex will give him confidence and great pleasure, so it's win-win for everybody! Hee-hee!
Adrian gamely tried to keep eating his dinner, but it was a difficult challenge. Brenda simply was too enthusiastic about sex to remain "stealthy" for long, without frequent reminders to take it easy.
As waves of pleasure radiated outwards from his crotch, he thought, Whoa. For years and years, I dreamed about having sex with Ma, but I never thought it would be like THIS! On the one hand, it's kind of a downer to find out my mother is such a sex-crazed slut. I mean, it pains me to imagine her acting like this around Alan. But on the other hand, I could certainly get used to all her non-stop attention! Sweet! I mean, this is crazy good, trying to eat some ravioli while she's slurping on my cock! Whoa!
It's almost scary, actually. Can I really handle it? I heard somewhere that a woman can have dozens of orgasms a day, but a guy would be lucky to have five. That would be pushing it for me. If a woman and a man try to have sex all day long, the guy is gonna give out first. That has to be true for everybody, even Alan. How he could have a whole harem of women and keep them all satisfied is beyond me. I can see now that keeping Ma sexually satisfied is going to be a huge, never-ending task. It's a good thing I love her, and only her, so very deeply.
Eventually, Brenda got a little too carried away with her stroking and slurping, causing Adrian to get carried away too. She turned his chair away from the table so she could bend over lewdly as she sucked. This allowed her enormous globes to dangle and sway enticingly. She thought giddily, I love the look he gets on his face when he sees my tits like this. My tits are gonna sway right in front of his face so often from now on, he's gonna be permanently sea sick! Hee-hee!
All pretense of stealth were forgotten as her hands flew up and down his shaft while her lips slid all over the sweet spot under his cockhead. It felt so good that his vision actually grew blurry, and the room seemed to spin. Finally, she pulled back from his cock tip a couple of inches so his cum could rocket into her mouth.
So far he'd only managed to eat a few bites of pasta. But neither of them minded much. Adrian liked the stealth idea in theory, but he was relieved to be able to eat the rest of his dinner without being wildly distracted. He was so utterly wiped out that it was a challenge to bring the food to his mouth.
That also gave Brenda a chance to eat her meal too (although she still didn't bother to put any clothes on).
As she ate, she said, "Don't worry about cumming so soon. You'll get better at holding out with practice. The key is training your PC muscle. That makes all the difference in the world. Once you're able to control your orgasms, you'll be able to eat every single meal with your mommy blowing or stroking or even slowly fucking you. Won't that be fun?" She winked gleefully. "Before long, you'll wonder how you ever did it any other way."
He was floored by that too. "Cumming so soon?" Geez! I thought I'd held out for a superhuman amount of time! If Alan lasts longer than that, then he's simply not human! Either that, or this PC muscle thing must be the end all, be all. I sure do hope it's the latter. I'm gonna start doing that, whatever the heck it is, tomorrow. And I'm going to get to be the very best at it, so I can out do Alan and show Ma how much I love her!