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Several miles away, Brenda was slowly going out of her mind. She wasso excited at the prospect of her big evening that she couldn't keepstill. She wanted everything to be perfect for her official unveiling asthe Plummer family maid and sex slave. She had changed clothes againand again, choosing between a wide variety of outfits that she'd boughtin recent days. A large number of them were French maid outfits. Eventhough it was only five o'clock, she was stressing out over the upcomingPlummer house party and hoped that trying on the outfits would helppass the time.Her son Adrian was watching her on the house video systemwith a mixture of arousal and alarm. The arousal hardly neededexplaining - it was beyond incredible for him to see his voluptuousmother changing from one outfit to another, dozens of times. She wasnaked most of the time, but even when she was "dressed" in any of theoutfits she was still basically naked, since every single one left herbreasts, ass, and shaved pussy uncovered. He'd been hard and on thebrink of climax pretty much ever since arriving home, masturbating tothe live video feed of Brenda in her bedroom.

Little did he realize, but she knew exactly where the hiddencameras in the room were, and she was playing to the cameras as she puton each outfit.

However, Adrian was also alarmed because his mother seemed tobe very agitated. She was so frazzled that it seemed to him as if shewas on the verge of a nervous breakdown. It seemed that only thepresence of the old maid Anika reassuring her and giving fashion adviceseemed to keep Brenda from totally losing it.

Adrian felt a strong desire to go to Brenda's room and talkto her and comfort her, even if that meant ending his long and extremelypleasurable wanking session. He was genuinely worried and also puzzledby what was making her act like this.

He thought, It goes without saying that Momma has NEVERdressed or acted this way around me before. For as long as I canremember, she's always tried to dress down and hide her incredibly sexybody, as if that's even remotely possible! But at least she's tried mostof the time. Okay, except when she'd bare her cleavage to get bettertreatment from impressionable men, true. But this is different. She'sflaunting everything she has in every way possible. It's completelyunreal! I'm going to have enough masturbation material from today aloneto last a lifetime. But I really should go and ask why she's sodistraught. We're the only family, really, that the other one has got. Ihave to help her in any way I can.

He paused. But on the other hand... I don't have anyexcuse to go barging in and ask what the problem is. How am I supposedto know there's something wrong when I'm not supposed to be able to seeand hear what she's doing? I'd rather have my back whipped raw than haveto give up my secret spying with the house video system. She's nodummy; what if she puts two and two together and figures out why Ipicked that moment to come in and check on her? Maybe I should just waita while first, and see if I can pick up on some clues...

As Adrian watched, he kept hearing his mother talk aboutsomeone named "Alan" in what could only be described as worshipfultones. He remembered the day before hearing his mother talking aboutbeing mistress to a man with a harem, and he made the obvious deductionthat this "Alan" was the one with the harem. This alarmed him, but hewas so aroused while continuing to jack off that he didn't think toomuch about what his mother's words meant. He would worry about thatlater, when he didn't have an urgently throbbing erection in his hand.He generally assumed she must be exaggerating, figuring that it wasimpossible for anyone in a place like Orange County to have an actualharem or anything like it.magic

He continued to watch as Brenda threw her latest outfit tothe floor and began walking around her bedroom in circles. Her boobswere so big that she had to hold them with both hands at times like thiswhen she was quickly walking or running. She complained to Anika as shepaced, "Good Lord, it's hopeless! Nothing I can wear is good enough!How can I compete?! There are going to be so many sexpots there. Somany! He'll hardly notice me!"lights

Anika consoled, "Shush. Vhy do you say dat? I know deese boysdeese days. All dey tink about is de boobies. And Brenda dearie, youhave the wery biggest boobies any boy could ever vant."Elsewhere in the house, Adrian nodded his head in complete agreement.

Brenda turned to Anika, where she was sitting on a couchdoing some last minute sewing to one of Brenda's outfits, and rushedright up to her. "But Anika! The competition! We're talking about thelikes of Susan and Suzanne here! These are some of the most curvy andsexy women on the whole planet! Did I tell you Susan is an I-cup now?"

"Only about a million times deese past two days," Anika saidwhile loudly tapping her foot on the floor. This was a preset signal shehad with Brenda to remind the buxom mother to be careful about what shewas saying. It wasn't wise to name names, lest that give Adrian someclues as to the real identities of who was being discussed.

But Brenda was so nervous that she didn't even notice theloud tapping. She continued, "And she's lactating now too! How can Icompete with that?! And then there are guests like Xania! Dammit, she'sprobably a good F-cup too, at least, and maybe even a G-cup likeSuzanne! And she's sexy all over, too, just like the rest of them. Withso many hot fucks around, I'll be lucky if Master fucks me even oncetonight!"

Anika's foot was rapidly and loudly tapping now. It was badenough that Brenda was carelessly naming unusual names like Xania, buteven worse was Brenda's use of the word "master." Anika was well awarethat Suzanne had given orders that Adrian wasn't to hear terms like thatuntil he was mentally prepared for them and Suzanne had given the okay.Yet Brenda still seemed heedless of Anika's warnings.

Anika wanted to do something more drastic, maybe even get upand shake Brenda by her shoulders, if that was what it took. But she waslimited in what she could say or do, since Adrian undoubtedly wassecretly watching them and she didn't want to do anything to give awaythe fact that both she and Brenda knew perfectly well that he could seeand hear them at this very moment.

Anika decided that now was a good time to start a coughing fit.

But Brenda went on, flapping her arms in agitation, which sether enormous breasts bouncing around crazily. "I mean, we're talkingabout an incredible super stud here. Of course the competition is goingto be incredible too. Master will settle for nothing less than a perfectten. But am I good enough? Am I worthy of the harem? That's the bigquestion! I know I have the tits, but maybe they're a little TOO big? Imean, why doesn't he titfuck me more often? And the rest of my body isjust so- Anika, are you okay?" Brenda had finally noticed Anika'sdramatic coughing and bent forward to check on her trusted maid andclose friend.

Adrian watched the image of Brenda bent over at a right angleand zoomed the camera in to focus on his mother's butt. He loved theway that any camera could be zoomed in or out and adjusted in many otherways, and had developed not only the ability to control the camera, andto switch between cameras with one hand while jacking off with theother, but also some skill in doing so.

He was so aroused at the sight of his mother's pussy peeking(and already slightly leaking) between her thighs that he had to let goof his cock momentarily, for fear of cumming too soon. He'd been quicklylearning that he had to pace out his orgasms or he'd be wiped outwithin two hours of getting home from school. Lately his mother had kepthim in a near constant state of arousal virtually every hour that bothof them were home, for as long as his cock could last. So he'd hadplenty of practice in recent days to hone his camera control skills.

He froze for a moment because it looked as if Brenda waslooking right at him while she remained bent over. It looked as if shewas encouraging him with a friendly smile. But, not knowing that sheknew exactly where the cameras were placed, he dismissed her stare intohis eyes as mere coincidence and resumed stroking himself.

Yet at the same time he was enjoying the view, his brain wasdoing somersaults inside his head. It was tough enough to fathom theword "master," but "incredible super stud" distressed him even more.Something inside the shy boy finally snapped. He stood up and started torush to his mother's bedroom to find out what was going on with her.

However, after taking a couple of steps, he could feel hiserection flopping around, so he stopped long enough to stuff it into hisshorts and make his crotch at least somewhat presentable. Then hecontinued hurrying through the house with a mixture of confusion,indignation, and worry.