Susan stood in the kitchen, wearing nothing but her erotic apron and high heels. She was bored to tears because she’d been up for two hours and had finished all her morning errands and cleaning, and since her kids weren’t up yet, she had nothing left to keep her occupied.

She’d listened to her "Sex Slave Mix" already, and didn’t want to hear it again so soon for fear of burning out on it. She’d been listening to some other new music lately - she’d never really "gotten" rock and roll until her sexual liberation, so she had a whole new world of music to explore. "1999" by Prince was playing, and she liked it a lot. But even so, she wasn’t feeling inspired.

She practiced her Kegel exercises as she stood there, but she did that all the time without thinking lately, and it wasn’t helping her boredom.

She turned the music way down, walked over to the telephone receiver, and dialed Suzanne’s number.

"Hi, Mother! Good morning," she said to Suzanne.

"Hi, Mom. What’s up?" Suzanne was in her dining room alone, watching CNN while eating a muffin, and about to do her nails.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. I’m bored. So I thought we could chat for a while." Susan idly fingered her new collar.

"Sure. Just let me get dressed and I’ll come on over."

"No. I mean, chat on the phone."

Suzanne paused, surprised. Then she chuckled. "Whatever for? I’m, like, a hundred feet from you right now."

"I know. But Brenda and I have fun conversations all the time, and sometimes it’s better on the phone, because then you get to use the power of your imagination."

"Well, why don’t you just call Brenda then?"

"I was going to - I can’t wait to talk to her about collars, especially now that I’ve got one just like hers! To think that I’m gonna be wearing this proof of my son’s love and domination every day for the rest of my life! OOOH!" She squealed with excitement.

Suzanne said wryly, "Let me guess. That makes you ’so hot.’"

"I know you’re teasing me, but it does! It DOES! To think my very own son has tamed and collared me... Come on! Doesn’t it at least do something to you?"

In truth, it did something to Suzanne too, but she was too proud to admit it, especially since she wasn’t particularly horny at the moment. "Never mind me."

"Come ON!" Susan insisted. "Get real! Doesn’t that make your pussy all gushy and squishy?"

"Maybe a little," Suzanne conceded. But she was quick to change the subject. "You were explaining why you called me and not Brenda?"

"Oh yeah. So then I thought that you’re my best friend and co-mother, and we haven’t been able to share much fun time lately. It’s been a few days since we’ve reminisced, and so much has happened. You spend too much time being the responsible one, and not enough time having fun."

"That’s true." Suzanne knew that when Susan said "reminisced," she meant it in a very specific way. She was referring to their daily habit of getting together in the morning and describing their sexual encounters with Alan from the day before, as well as their sexual thoughts and fantasies. "So what’s on your mind?"

"Not ’what,’ more like who. It’s my cutie Tiger!"

Suzanne chuckled at that, and especially at the enthusiastic way Susan said it. "Color me shocked!"

Susan smiled just from thinking about him, and cupped her boobs with her free hand in fond memory. "I know, I know, people would think I’m obsessed, but when I wake up, I think about those heavy balls of his, so full of yummy sperm, and it’s all I can do not to rush into his room and wake him up with a prolonged, jaw-busting morning hummer! GOD! GOOD GOD!"

Suzanne was alarmed at how loud Susan shouted that, and thought she might have stubbed her toe or something like that. "What?"

"Nothing. Sorry. I’m just thinking about sliding my lips up and down his big shaft, and seeing the smile on his face as he wakes up and realizes what I’m doing. Mmmm! Yum. That’s not even an option today, though. My lucky Angel got to sleep with him all night long."

"Oh really? Do tell." Suzanne was walking around already, in search of a dildo. She began to strip off her clothes too.

"Is it okay to talk on the phone?" Susan was mindful of Suzanne’s ban on all sexual activity at the Pestridge house.

"It’s a bit late for that question," Suzanne noted with a chuckle, even as she was quickly walking to her back patio with a dildo in her hand. "But yeah, it’s fine, as long as you only call me on my cell phone. As I think I told you yesterday, Brad and Eric have gone on one of their god-awful boring fishing trips. They left at some ridiculously early hour this morning, and they’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow night. I couldn’t be happier. But just to be on the safe side, I’m taking my phone out to the pool. In fact, I’m already out there, getting comfy in a lounge chair."

"Oh, goody. Let me switch to the cordless phone in the other room, so I can wave to you over the fence."

Suzanne laughed. "Don’t bother. That would be silly. Now, tell me all about what happened last night!"

"Okay, but don’t forget to put your sunscreen on. You know how fair your skin is."

Suzanne already had a big dollop of suntan lotion in her other hand, and was slathering it all over her big breasts. She tried not to sound sarcastic as she rolled her eyes, and said, "Thanks, Mom."

Susan naturally didn’t know what had happened to Alan and Katherine after they left her bedroom, but she went into great detail about all the things the three of them had done in her bedroom together.

Suzanne started off merely mildly amused, but after about ten minutes of Susan’s passionate and detailed descriptions, she was seriously hot to trot. She was busily frigging her pussy with one hand while holding the phone with the other.

Susan too was panting and hot as an oven. She’d ditched the apron because it kept getting in the way. She stood in the middle of the kitchen with her legs spread wide, awkwardly trapping the phone between her shoulder and head, so she could use both hands to fondle her pussy and boobs.

As she wound down her account, she concluded, "So, that’s all I know, since they left my room at that point. What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Suzanne half-joked, "I think if you say ’so hot’ one more time, I’m gonna either scream or cry."

"But you have to admit that it was, well, so hot! The way Tiger totally dominated us all evening long, forcing us to pleasure his cock for hours on end-"

"I don’t think there was much ’forcing’ going on," Suzanne dryly noted.

Susan chuckled. "Okay, maybe so. But the fact is, we’re his big-titted sex toys. Nay, sex SLAVES!" She said the word "slaves" with so much emotion and even astonishment that it sounded like it was the first time that idea had come to her. She was back to holding the phone with one hand and frigging her pussy with the other.

Suzanne admitted, "If you had said that at the start of this call, I would have been annoyed. But now I just have to... Fuck it. It IS ’so hot’! Damn that boy! If he doesn’t somehow magically fly out of his window and land on me so he can fuck me good this very second, I’m gonna cry!"

She looked up from her lounge chair towards the Plummer house as if expecting to see him heading her way.

Susan giggled, but there was triumph in her voice. "You see? You see? Being a big-titted sex slave is the BEST! But don’t worry; good things come to those who wait. Or should I say, big things cum ON or IN those who wait, hee-hee-hee! Today’s gonna be a special day. I can feel it."

"Every day’s been a special day lately," Suzanne pointed out. "Since even before we signed The Pact."

"True, and don’t even mention The Pact, because you know how horny that gets me. But I just know it’ll be an EXTRA special, extra spermy day. Tiger doesn’t have school, there’re no bullies to worry about, and there’re no special responsibilities, like the Thanksgiving meal. Basically, we can just laze around all day and get royally fucked and suck and titfuck! Our faces will end up splattered with his sweet, sperm goodness, over and over again!"

"That’s easy for you to say," Suzanne grumbled, even as she continued to frig herself. "I’ve got all kinds of real world shit to deal with, including lots of fallout from the fight. In fact, maybe I should start taking care of that stuff while Sweetie is still sleeping."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"That’s sweet of you to ask, but probably not. Most of this stuff requires very tactful diplomacy and intricate knowledge of a lot of different and shifting factors. In fact, I’d better get started making some phone calls soon. I’m gonna have to talk to lawyers, school administrators, doctors, the police, other parents, and more - basically, anyone involved who’s willing to talk on a Saturday. Ugh!" She withdrew her fingers from her pussy as the thought of making those calls cooled her ardor.

"I thought you love that intrigue stuff."

"Yeah, but not when I’m all horny, thanks to you," she whined. "And what’s worse, I can’t get any satisfaction. I wish I could be Sweetie’s blowjob alarm clock sometimes."

"Sorry. You will, lots and lots of times, don’t worry. Just not today."

"Grrr!"

Susan tried to change the topic slightly. "Are you going to talk to Glory later?"

"Oh, definitely. In fact, we’ll have so much to discuss that I was thinking about seeing her in person about it."

"Ooooh! Sounds like fun. So it’s not all bad. You know she has the hots for you; even I can see that. And when you’re feeling down or overwhelmed, just remember that before the day is over, Tiger’s gonna give you a royal fucking too."

"He’d better. Grrr! And not just a royal fucking. I’m gonna need a God dammed imperial one!"

"I like the sound of that! My Tiger’s not just the king, he’s the emperor!" Susan thought back to Brenda’s favorite phrase: "Lord and master." It was starting to become one of her favorite phrases too. Okay, maybe "emperor" is a bit much, but he is the lord and master to us all!

Susan said goodbye and hung up after a little more small talk. Between the talking on the phone and the squishing of her fingers in and out of her pussy, not to mention the music playing, she hadn’t been paying attention to anything else. But now that she was left alone, her senses were heightened as she looked around the kitchen.

Oooh! What’s that? Sounds like the shower’s running upstairs! Hee-hee! That means the kids are up... Hmmm. I wonder if Tiger is showering alone and needs my help. Gaawwwd, that would be so HOT! He could soap up my milk wagons and then I could rub them all over his magnificent muscular body as I slowly sink to my knees and stare up into the face of my son, my master, while his thick cock slides deep into my mouth... 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

A shiver of excitement ran through her as she pictured her lips straining to surround his bulbous cockhead. Damn! What the heck am I doing standing here? Mommy just might have some son-cock to take care of, hee-hee! Life is GOOD!

For a second, she considered kicking her high heels off so she could make it upstairs faster. But then she decided, No! If I do get to play with him, then obviously I’d better have them on. But even if I don’t, they make me feel incredibly sexy all the time.

She scurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs, reveling in her nudity. She didn’t even clutch her boobs to her chest like she usually did when moving quickly in the nude. The sensation of them shifting and swaying in the open air caused her nipples to harden and leak milk, and made her clitoris swell in anticipation.