Playing and splashing around in the bathtub together was great fun. The Hunter mansion had huge bathtubs. The two of them fit in one tub with plenty of room to spare, which gave them lots of room to horse around.
But what they really wanted to do was fuck, and before long they were back on Brenda's bed. Both of them noted that Anika must have come in and changed the sheets, since they were clean and a different color. They both realized that she had to be monitoring them to some degree, in order to know when to do things like change the sheets, yet they were grateful that she was keeping such a low profile.
As Brenda hopped back onto the bed, she asked, "What shall we do now? How did you like doggy style?"
"It was good, but not my favorite. I like to see and feel your tits."
"Well, you were grabbing them enough."
"Yeah, but it was a bit awkward, having to bend over like that."
"Hmmm. Well, we mostly did that, and missionary, so far. We could try cowgirl. I know you'll love that. But what if we try something REALLY different first? Are you up for that?"
"I'm up for anything, if it's with you!" He wiggled his eyebrows at her in a very exaggerated style, showing a playful side to his personality that she barely knew he had.
A minute later, he was standing up and holding her entire weight as he fucked her against the wall. It looked impressive, but it was extremely exhausting, especially since he wasn't in peak shape.
After only a couple of minutes, he had to carry her back to the bed. "I'm sorry, Ma," he huffed and puffed. "Just... too... exhausting..."
"That's okay, my Pooh... my Aidy. What say we get you started on an exercise program, so you can fuck your momma harder and longer, each and every night?"
He groaned lustily. "Talk about an incentive. Okay!"
"We can work out together, right after you come home from school. Hmmm. I wonder if stealth sucking would work while you're pumping away on an exercise machine. Well, we'll just have to try it out and see. But about fucking me standing, don't feel bad that you didn't last long. The main thing is that you did it. You showed that you could totally dominate your busty mommy. Tomorrow, my head is going to be filled with so many images of things we did today, but I'm sure right up there will be the memory about how you carried me around and fucked me anywhere you liked, like I was your personal toy... Your sex toy. I felt so helpless!"
"You say that like it's a good thing," he commented.
"It IS! Oh Aidy, you just don't understand. A submissive needs to feel helpless and dominated. You need to have ALL the power, while I have none. In fact, it's high time that you spank your naughty mommy."
A flicker of concern crossed his face. "Spank you? But why? You didn't do anything wrong."
Her eyes were alight with excitement. "Just because! Because you can! And because I can't stop you."
"But I spanked you before, and I just don't think I'm a spanking kind of guy. It hurts me to see you suffer."
"But you have to. You're the man of the house now!"
"I am? What does that mean?"
"It means that, in non-sexual things, I'm still the boss. And so is Anika. Whenever either of us tell you to do something, you still have to do it. But when it comes to sexual things... hot, hard, primal, urgent... lustful... THEN I'm nothing but your big-titted plaything, existing solely to keep your cock hard, FUCKED, and happy!"
"Sounds good to me," he admitted, all smiles. But then he frowned. "But what if the two conflict? For instance, what if you're in the middle of lecturing me about how I need to do my homework, and I tell you to 'assume the position?'"
"Would you do that? Oh Gaawwwd! That would be SO HOT!" She had definitely picked up on Susan's lingo. She also showed no concern that such a situation could seriously undermine her authority.
He laughed, not thinking too hard about the scenario either. "Ma, you're funny. But seriously, I couldn't spank you."
"Why not? You did it before."
"I know, but I'm not very good at it. I just don't have it in me. I love you and respect you too much."
"Love me, yes, but when it comes to sex, don't respect me. I'm your busty, horny, mommy slut. I'm your TOY! Your SLAVE! Busty, horny, mommy sluts need to get spanked a LOT! Daily! Look! Look at me!"
She hopped off the bed and started to crawl around the room on all fours. Knowing how much of a tit man he was, she made sure to keep her tits swaying. "Does this look like a woman who needs your respect, or does this look like a busty, horny, mommy slut who needs to feel your cock and your hand?"
"Hand?"
"For the spanking!"
Still confused, he mumbled, "Ah. Well, um, I can try." But he could tell she was frustrated by his lack of enthusiasm about spanking her. She continued to crawl around the room, and there was no doubt her crawling was arousing him powerfully, perhaps making up for the failure of the spanking idea to fire him up.
He thought, I'm so fucking lame. "Well, um, I can try?" I need to do better! The idea of spanking her only makes me wince, but it's obviously something that really turns her on. If she's gonna be doing all this stealth sucking at meals, and God knows what else, it's the least I can do! I need to spank her, and do it like I really mean it!
Inspired, he stood up and barked, "Ma! Attention! Assume the position!"
She froze and turned to him in amazement. She was so overcome with joy that she temporarily forgot about following his orders, because she leaped at him and crushed him in a bear hug. "Aidy! Oh, AIDY! I just knew it! I knew it! I knew you'd understand!"
But then she realized she wasn't obeying his command. Just as quickly, she threw herself to the floor and scrambled into position. "Sir! Private Brenda, First Class Horny Mommy Slut, reporting for duty, Sir!"
He laughed. Trying to get into the role, he said, "At ease."
But then he winced, realizing that was not what she wanted to hear. "Scratch that! Lift up that chin! Thrust out that chest! Are you a soldier, or are you a..." he scrambled for something to say. "Are you a lusty, busty, mommy slut?"
She stiffened up as she beamed with pleasure. "I'm a lusty, busty, mommy slut! Sir!"
"Then report to my lap, on the double! That'll be twenty swats for you, private!"
She quickly got up, and soon was wiggling around on his lap in a most arousing manner. "What are the sexy swats for, Sir?"
He was temporarily stumped. He was proud of his "report to my lap" quip, but he was new to role plays and still finding his way.
She whispered to him the answer she wanted him to give, "For no reason at all, my big-titted mother."
He obligingly barked out, "For no reason at all, my big-titted mother!"
She added, in another stage whisper, "Simply because I can, you shameless, wanton, over-endowed, sex toy slut!"
He replied, "Simply because I can!" He didn't say the rest though, because he thought that was going too far.
But she loved it just the same, and squealed with great glee. Stepping out of the role play temporarily, she gushed (in more ways than one), "Oh my God! I think I'm gonna cum even before the first swat!"
He didn't have any real interest in spankings, but he certainly did have a lust for having his naked mother writhing in his lap against his stiff erection, panting hard, and insanely aroused. Inspired, he immediately began spanking her.
In truth, his swats were far too mild for her taste. But the mere fact that he was spanking her at all set her off. She had a great climax at the first swat, and then more or less kept cumming non-stop until he stopped about twenty swats later. His thigh wound up absolutely drenched from her copious cum discharge.
She'd learned a certain spanking protocol at the Plummer house that, for instance, required her to shout out the number of spanks before the next one could proceed. But in the heat of the moment, there was no time to explain that. She made a mental note to give him an explanation before the next spanking took place.
Both of them ended up hotter than ovens. He had lost count in all the excitement, but once he'd gotten more or less to twenty spanks, he pulled her off his lap and practically threw her onto the bed. Then he leaped after her, and managed to insert his dick in her steamy hot pussy within seconds.
He ignored all her advice about varying the pace and rhythm, and just fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, until they both exploded in a tremendous mutual orgasm.
When it was over, she noted with joy, "Remember what I said about varying it up? Well, sometimes a woman needs to get fucked within an inch of her life. Just like that! You did great!"
He still wasn't keen on spanking, and had he not been so aroused in the first place, he might not have been able to hit her at all. But he certainly loved the effect it had on her. It was obviously something she deeply craved. He made a mental note that he would have to try to keep spanking her a lot more in the future, even if the thought of spanking her did little for him.
That was just the start of an extremely long evening for both of them. They fucked, and fucked, and fucked some more. They tried a variety of positions, but mostly stuck with missionary, cowboy, and cowgirl. Brenda was right - he really loved cowgirl, because he could reach up and fondle her tits as he fucked, and when he wasn't doing that, her giant orbs swirled and swayed in the most enticing ways.
What surprised them both was the fact that Adrian just kept going and going until about one in the morning. In recent days, he'd had way more orgasms than he'd ever had in his life. The recently expired 24-hour ban wasn't really much of a ban, since he'd been aroused and nervous for most of it. So it was remarkable he'd been able to cum more than twice that evening. But he ended up cumming no less than seven times since the end of the 24-hour ban, for an average of about once an hour.
The time had flown by. Mother and son had fucked, then bathed together, then fucked some more, then bathed together some more, and back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes they fucked while bathing. When they weren't doing any of that, she was generally blowing him or getting titfucked.
He could scarcely believe it. He had masturbated every day, especially lately, but to cum even five times in a single day was unusual for him. His penis was extremely sore when it was all over, and he worried that he'd be able to do very little to keep his mother happy tomorrow.
One side effect was that they were so busy having fun that he had pretty much completely forgotten about Alan. But when they were finally all wiped out and they lay resting together in Brenda's big bed (she'd insisted that they sleep together in the nude), he couldn't help but ask, "Now, I know you're going to scream at me about bringing up his name, but just for once, I have to ask: how did that compare to Alan?"
"Now, Aidy, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to make that kind of comparison. Not now, not ever. But I'll have you know that ANY man would be proud of your performance tonight. You really showed me my place, and that's as your personal, lusty, busty, mommy slut! You were a real mommy slayer! A cunt tamer. A pussy killer!"
His chest puffed up as he surged with pride and confidence. "Really?! Cool!" Lazily sliding his hand over her nearest tit, he said, "You know what, Ma? Today was the greatest day of my life, times ten! This really is a dream come true. I never even thought I had it in me. I never even dreamed something like that could be so good. Actually, it's not a dream come true, because it's seriously way better than any dream I've ever had!"
She ran a hand through his hair and purred happily, "I know. Me too. Me too."
But then he frowned. "But there's one thing. I really went all out. I drained every last reserve of energy I had. I've never pushed my body so hard, ever. Not even when I was on the track team in P. E. Tomorrow, I'm gonna be totally dead. I'll probably sleep the whole day away."
"I know. Don't worry about it. I'm sure that I'm almost as exhausted as you are."
"But that means I won't be able to do this to you tomorrow. Just thinking about going through all that again makes me soooo sleepy." He yawned.
"Honestly, Pooh... I mean, Son, don't worry about it. I know that. That was like the sexual Super Bowl. You expect the guys who play the Super Bowl to get up and do another one the next day? No! I bet they can hardly walk. But I'm so proud of you. You showed me what you're made of. You showed me that you're a STUD! I especially loved that spanking. You really tamed me with that one. You left no doubt that you're a world class tamer of big-titted mommies."
He grinned from ear to ear. His heart was ready to burst out of his chest. But at the same time, he yawned, because sleep was closing in on him. "Thanks, Ma! By the way, I noticed you loved using the word 'tame' today. What's that all about?"
"Son, you frustrate me at times. Your actions tonight show me that your body knows how to treat me, but I don't think you mentally 'get it' just yet."
"No, I probably don't."
"No matter. You'll understand soon enough. Just remember that submissive mommies love to serve. And they love to be helpless and powerless, and ruthlessly spanked, fucked, and dominated by their studly young sons."
"I don't know, Ma. I mean, I love you. I can't be 'ruthless' with you, period." He yawned again.
"You say that now, but keep trying. Remember that according to the Big..." She paused, and then sighed. "I'll bet you don't even believe in the Big Tits Theory, do you?"
"I do. Well, mostly... Except for the part about there being a link between big tits and submissiveness. I don't get that at all."
She sighed louder, and with much more frustration. "But that's the whole essence of the theory! Without that..." She stopped and gave up the point, because he'd yawned a couple more times and closed his eyes. She knew he'd be asleep in a very short time. "Never mind. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Just remember that you did great today. Momma's so proud of you. My heart soars, knowing that I gave birth to such a wonderful, natural motherfucker."
"Thanks, Ma! G'night." He was happy as he could possibly be.
"Night."
In less than a minute, she heard the deep breathing that indicated he was sleeping. She too was wiped out and knew she'd be sleeping as well before long. But as she started to fade, she thought, What a great day! Aidy really did surpass all my expectations, and then some. Clearly, he had something big to prove tonight, not just to me, and to himself, but to Master Alan too. Obviously, he has a lot of issues about Alan to overcome. I just hope that his extraordinary sexual performance tonight will banish some of those Alan demons forever. He's such a wonderful, wonderful son! I want nothing more than to see him happy!
If healing his broken heart meant that I would never have sex with anyone else again, I'd do it. It would break my heart, but I'd do it. But I'm confident that everything's gonna work out, and we'll be able to get this two masters thing to work. I sure hope so, because I've already formally committed myself to being Master Alan's permanent sex slave. Well, one of them, hee-hee! I would only back out of that commitment if it was absolutely essential for my son's well-being. But I have to do everything in my power to prevent things reaching that point.
I was so afraid that my son would be a sissy submissive in bed, but he's got an honest-to-God master streak in him! True, he's not a natural master like Alan, and he probably never will be. Master Alan is truly one of a kind. But Aidy can dominate, if push comes to shove. In time, I'll bet he'll warm up to it and learn how to tame me mentally as well as physically. Rome wasn't built in a day and all that, but today was a GREAT new beginning, in so many ways! I can hardly wait to tell everyone at the Plummer house the good news, especially Mistress Susan!
With that happy thought, she fell into a deep sleep.