6 Times a Day

Chapter 292 Turning Brenda Around. [DM SPONSORED]

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Back at the Plummer home, Suzanne and Susan had a serious talk while they did their morning pre-workout stretching exercises.

Susan was initially very excited. The first thing she said was, "Suzanne, it happened to me too! Last night! I understand how you felt when Tiger wrote 'I love you' on your back with pre-cum, and all that!"

She embraced her friend, and said, "Do you know what he said to me? He said - and this is a direct quote, since I memorized it: 'I love you so much. You're in my thoughts every single minute of the day, either consciously or unconsciously. Just the knowledge that you're nearby gives me confidence and lifts my feet as I walk. I really mean that.' Isn't that just the sweetest, most wonderful thing anyone has ever said, ever?"

Suzanne

Suzanne was a bit jealous to hear that, so she had a hard time getting very excited for her friend. As she went back to her stretching exercises, she said politely, "That's very nice. He really is a sweet one, isn't he? That's why I call him my Sweetie. So, did you suck him all night long as a big reward?"

"I wish! But that wasn't an option, with Ron sleeping down the hall. Besides, it wasn't like that. Sure, we were both horny, but it was a romantic thing. We kissed! And kissed and kissed!"

That made Suzanne even more envious, but she kept her feelings well hidden. She reminded herself that her ultimate scheme required sharing, so there was no place for jealousy or envy. She let Susan gush at great length about how "wonderful" and "considerate" Alan had been to her. But eventually the conversation shifted and they again discussed what Susan would do after Ron was gone.

At times like this when Susan wasn't in close proximity to her son's erection, she was full of remorse, guilt, and resolve to avoid such 'immoral' behavior. Her recent "nightmare" still weighed heavily on her, as did her most recent vow not to fool around with Alan. Perhaps surprisingly, the loving, romantic high that she was feeling toward her son didn't impact her determination to hold to her vow.

Even Suzanne could only sway Susan so much when she was like this. However, the good thing about Susan's vow was that it was vague. She'd promised herself to stay away from Alan for a few days until she could sort out her feelings and firmly establish boundaries. Suzanne's goal was to make those "few days" very few indeed. She was confident that vow would be forgotten just like Susan's other recent vows about Alan had been. She figured the vow wouldn't last more than a few hours after Ron was gone, and he was supposed to leave later in the day.

Susan had something else she was excited to share. "Suzanne, you won't believe it. I have a big secret, a fun secret, but I can't tell you what it is!" She was thinking about the photo session with Brenda the previous night.

That got Suzanne's attention. "What?! Susan, you can't say that! I thought we shared everything!"

"We do. And don't worry, I'll tell you soon. But before I do, there's something I need to get." She wanted the nude pictures of Brenda in hand to really wow Suzanne with her clever scheme. She wasn't the scheming type, but she felt like this one time she'd even out-schemed Suzanne.

"What do you mean?!"

"You'll see. Probably later today. To give you a hint, it has to do with Brenda."

Suzanne was on edge. "What about Brenda?! Did you talk to her yesterday? Did you see her? Talk to me! Please!"

But Susan was mum. Suzanne tried to beg, cajole, and plead, but Susan wouldn't say any more.

Eventually, they went back to their morning exercises.

Once they were done, they discussed Susan's late night "tuck-in" some more. Susan had a happy memory of that, since she'd shared a loving moment with her son while resisting touching his cock - for the most part.

Suzanne was able to build off that. She didn't directly push Susan to help with more handjobs and blowjobs. Instead, they discussed how to further "sex things up" and give more visual stimulation. She pointed out that it would be easier for him to reach or even exceed his daily target if it was easier for his penis to get hard and stay hard.

Susan was heartily in favor of that goal. She salivated just thinking about it.

From there the conversation turned to fashion and what exactly to wear to inspire Alan. Suzanne was once again able to use her greater fashion experience to make concrete suggestions on how Susan should dress in a more boner-inducing manner. It was hard to believe that Susan had been screaming at Suzanne for playing with Alan by her pool just two days earlier, because now they were back to being the closest of friends.

After Suzanne went back home, Susan was left at loose ends for a while. Ron was at his office doing some last-minute things, and Alan and Katherine weren't due home for a couple of hours. Meanwhile, all their talk about inspiring Alan's erection and taking off and putting on sexy clothes had left Susan in a horny mood.

Under normal conditions she would have just gone to her bedroom or shower to masturbate. But on Tuesday, Suzanne had introduced her to the erotic story "Mom's Gotta Have Her Son's Big Cock," and Susan was eager to read it again. She took off her clothes, sat down in front of the computer in the den, and managed to climax several times as she read.

She loved the story so much that when she finished it she was tempted to read it again immediately. But she figured she did need to take care of some errands. Besides, she'd read it three times so far. She wondered if there were other stories like it that she could read, but she was reluctant to search the Internet herself, since she figured there were all kinds of "yucky" things out there. Instead she resolved to ask Suzanne for more stories as soon as she had a good chance.

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With Suzanne gone and her porn reading done for the time being, Susan stayed busy cleaning the house. She was vacuuming the living room when she got a call from Brenda.

After the usual pleasantries, Susan asked, "So how did the pictures turn out? When will you be coming by? I can't wait to see them."

Brenda's voice turned sad, which was an ominous sign. "That's what I'm calling about. I'm not so sure if I should bring them by later, or at all."

"What?! What are you talking about?!"

"I'm sorry, it's just... I'm having serious doubts about what we did last night. And not just that, but everything Alan-related that's happened in the last few days. I mean, Susan, I don't blame you, or Suzanne, or him. The problem is me! I've been acting like a crazy woman. All my wisdom and self-restraint have just flown out the window. I've been acting like a brainless idiot, letting my lust run wild and control me. It's got to stop!"

But that's the whole point and idea! Susan wanted to bellow into the phone. You're supposed to let your lust run wild and take control of you! However, she couldn't say that to Brenda, at least not yet. Instead, she complained, "Whatever ARE you talking about?! That's so untrue! You lacked wisdom before, not now. This is the smartest thing you've done in a long time. Think about it. You said you've been unhappy and dissatisfied for years and years. Haven't you been having the time of your life these last few days?"

"Yes, but... it's reckless, foolish fun. It's not sustainable. I'm setting myself up to get hurt. Susan, I'm not and can't be just another one of Alan's big-titted cheerleaders! I'm a mature woman with a teenage son. I have lots of prospects, lots of opportunities. I've been thinking about it since last night. Now that my divorce is imminent, the world is my oyster. I could go after any man I want. I could move to L.A. and pursue a famous Hollywood star, even, if that's what floats my boat. With my looks, don't you think I'd find success with that?"

"Well..." Susan couldn't deny it. "Maybe so. But what's fame? You've already made the mistake of going after the rich and powerful types - twice. Is that really what you want again?"

That hit home for Brenda. "Actually, no. But I'm just saying I could. I can do MUCH, MUCH better than a kid still in high school who's taken like eight times over already. Sheesh! I hardly even know him! He's just a symbol of my ideal man. He's not really real."

Susan said testily, "I can assure you he's very real!"

"For you, yes, but not for me. Our situations are very different. I really must have been temporarily insane these past few days. I mean, last night, I shamelessly posed for you while you took hundreds of pictures of my completely naked body, all for a BOY! A mere BOY! And I barely even know him! What was I THINKING?! UGH!"

Susan spoke calmly, from the heart. "I'll tell you what you were thinking. Don't you remember how GOOD it felt? That curious mixture of intense arousal and humiliation? That delicious feeling of being thoroughly dominated? He wasn't there, he didn't even know it was happening, but even still the mere thought of him was making you act like a shameless slut! One of HIS shameless sluts!"

There was a long pause. Then Brenda quietly whispered, "Fuuuuck!" Clearly, Susan's words were having an effect. "Um, pardon my language."

Emboldened, Susan continued, "Don't worry about it. Now, think about the night before, at the poker game. Didn't Alan show you that he's not just another guy? Don't you remember the private conversation you had with him?"

Brenda gasped in alarm, as if her darkest secret had been revealed. "No! Not that! Please don't mention that!"

"But I have to! Think about how he made you feel. Think about the things he said to you. It obviously affected you strongly. What did he say to you exactly, anyway?" Susan already knew some of what had been discussed, but she had to play ignorant.

"He... he... he told me about the kind of man I needed, in order to feel truly satisfied. It was HIM! He's that man! Then, then - and this is the worst - he told me all the things he'd do to me if I belonged to him! Sex things! Nasty, naughty, incredible things!"

"Like what?"

"Please, don't make me say them!"

"Brenda, it's important! It sounds like you're trying to make a decision here while ignoring certain facts."

Brenda was breathing heavily as she remembered. "Okay. Okay, already. Suffice to say... Oh, Gaawwwd! Basically, he'd have his total way with me! I'd have to serve his cock in every way possible! Treat him like lord and master! He'd fuck my mouth, my tits, my cunt - everything! Whatever he wanted, whenever he wants, because all I can do is obey!"

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Oh GOD! Please! Don't ask me that!"

"But I am."

"UNGH! HRRRNG! So, so GOOOOOD! I'm getting so HOOORNY, just thinking about it! And then, when I think about the way he looked at me, seeing right through me... tearing my clothes off... I'd do ANYTHING for him! ANYTHING! And I'd love it!"

Susan asked with genuine confusion, "He tore your clothes off? Sounds like fun! But I don't remember that at all!"

"Not literally, no. But he did with his eyes! I would have! I would have torn them off myself, if he'd just said the word!"

Hearing that, Susan lowered the boom. "And yet you're having doubts about all that? Brenda, what's wrong with you? What would you rather have happen to you? Would you rather find another steady, boring, safe husband like the last two and live a steady, boring, safe life? Let's say your new husband is handsome, sexy, well-hung, smart, rich, fun, and maybe even famous to boot. But he's not Alan. He doesn't know what you REALLY need and desire like Alan does. It's all VERY safe."

Brenda was silent, but she was listening intently.

"Or, if you're lucky, you could become one of Alan's many big-titted sluts. Life would be hard. Humiliation? Frequent. Nudity? Frequent too. Choking and bobbing on his big fat cock would be your lot in life, often in front of others. You'd basically be one of his sex toys, constantly fighting for his attention over all his other gorgeous women. Frankly, you might not even see him that much, and when you did you'd generally be on your knees, sucking and feasting and bobbing on his thick cock-meat like your life depended on it! He'd cum on your face and then maybe even make you lick his cum off MY face! Like I said, it's a hard life. So which would you choose?"

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