Adrian didn't realize it, but this was exactly what Suzanne had been planning. She didn't know about his bully troubles at school, but had quickly realized that he lacked
self-confidence. She was hoping to manipulate events so that he would come off as a hero, both for his sake and for Brenda's. She wasn't worried about him actually hurting her, since she correctly figured that Adrian would almost certainly be restrained by the social convention against men hurting women. Besides, if he seriously tried anything physical, she was confident she could ably defend herself.
As Adrian stepped closer to where Brenda was cowering on the floor in front of Suzanne, his cry was simultaneously angry and pleading. "Stop it! Not my mother! Please! She's my whole world. She's everything to me! If you hurt her... I can't let you! I can't!"
Suzanne wanted to test him to see just how far he would go on his mother's behalf. She slowly turned her head to look at him, then said with just a hint of cool contempt, "So you finally decided to sneak out of your hiding spot?"
Adrian was taken aback, especially by the complete lack of surprise on her part. "You knew I was in the wardrobe?!"
Suzanne chuckled, almost to herself. "Please! You honestly think you could fool me? I know everything."
Adrian was stunned by Suzanne's presence. She radiated power and control, and he had been shielded from the full effects when peeking from his hiding place. He didn't know how to respond. Then she took a step towards him, and that frightened him. It was all he could do not to run away, but he knew he had to rise above his usual cowardice to save his mother. He cried out, "Leave her alone! Please! I'll do anything. Whip me instead! I'll take her place, but don't hurt her!"
Suzanne hadn't expected this much backbone from him and was secretly pleased, even though it further complicated some of her plans. She pushed him a bit further. "So you think you can question my authority to punish my slave? Why should I believe she'd learn anything by whipping you instead?"
Adrian knew he had to think fast. He blurted out, "It'll hurt her more to see me hurt than if you hurt her! Besides, uh, it was all my idea for the titfuck, and the, uh blowjob. I did it! I raped her!"
Suzanne was honestly impressed. She realized that while Adrian had obvious
self-confidence issues, he was no dummy and could think on his feet. More importantly, it was clear from the depth of his emotion that he was prepared to do anything it took to save his mother from danger. In fact, it was obvious that he valued her life more than his own. In this Suzanne was struck by a similarity to Susan, who would stop at nothing to help her children if they were in danger. That passion was one of the things she liked the most about her best friend, and now she couldn't help but feel a lot of admiration for Adrian's determination in the face of danger.
Suzanne wanted to reward his courage but she still had to play her role of the baddie, so she growled in Brenda's direction, "Well, at least someone around here is willing to
take responsibility for their actions! Slave, your son has earned you a reprieve... for now."
As impressed as Suzanne was by Adrian's stand, Brenda was completely blown away. Apparently forgetting Suzanne's presence, she stood and threw herself at her son, enveloping him in a big bear hug. "Oh, Aidy! Aidy! My hero!" She began to cry in his arms, touched by his love.
Adrian was simply overcome with emotion. He felt fear and anger and joy and relief all at the same time.
But as the hug went on, it became increasingly clear that Brenda wasn't in any serious danger of being paddled, at least not anymore, and it was increasingly difficult for the two of them to overlook the fact that they were both buck naked. Her pointy nipples were boring into his chest and his hot and pulsing dick pressed into her lower abdomen.
Brenda kept cooing variations on "My hero!" and "My son!" over and over.
This made Adrian feel even more proud and heroic, until he happened to look up at Suzanne.
Suzanne wanted to make the situation a success for him, without ceding her control in the process. "Adrian, your honesty has put me in a generous mood. I'll suspend any
physical punishments this time, which is better than either of you deserve." She paused and strategically frowned. "But don't think I'll be so lenient in the future."
Brenda gushed to her son, "You hear that? You really did save me!" Their lips reached each other and they started to kiss like lovers possessed.
Suzanne watched, wryly amused by this turn of events, but at the same time she began to feel like a third wheel. Damn, these two really love each other. It's just so right that they're getting physical. I'm proud to have been helping with that, even though I've also been trying to slow them down. It almost makes me feel sad that Adrian has to share her. But he just doesn't understand her submissive needs, and there's no way he can help her with those. Still, it's beautiful to watch.
Their kissing finally slowed, and Brenda pulled back to say, "Don't worry, Aidy, it's okay now. Please don't be mad at Mistress Suzanne."
Adrian had nearly forgotten that Suzanne was there. He looked in her direction and focused on the paddle she was still holding. "But she was about to hit you with that big paddle!"
Brenda smiled. "Yes, but I don't really hate spankings; in fact, I love 'em! Remember how I was telling you earlier how much I was hoping you could start spanking me every day? She's just giving me what I want and what I need."
Seeing the others were too googly-eyed at each other to pay her any mind at the moment, Suzanne slapped her hand against her forehead in frustration. D'oh! Talking about going off message! How am I supposed to be the bad guy here, when she goes on like that?!
Adrian asked, "But Ma! You can't really mean it. She was going to hurt you! I can't let anyone hurt you!"
She rained kisses all over his face, saying, "And I love you for it, my big hero! But you don't understand me completely. Mama has a need to be spanked. Spanked until it really hurts to sit, even, if Mistress would allow it. You know that old John Cougar Mellancamp song 'Hurts So Good'? It's kind of like that. I love a good hard spanking more than you'd love a blowjob and titfuck put together!"
"But Ma! I couldn't just sit there and watch you get beaten by that paddle. I think of what the bullies do at school to me and-"
"Aidy, it's not like that at all. Mistress Suzanne is my FRIEND! And so much more! She gives me something I desperately need, and that allows me to be what I really am. I love you so very, very much, and today more than ever, my gallant rescuer! But your love also prevents you from providing some things I need very badly in order to be truly happy. Things that I've denied myself for too long in an attempt to be 'normal'. Could you spank me the way Mistress Suzanne can?"
"No! Never! I'd rather die! A little sexy spanking for fun, okay, but not like REAL spanking to really punish!"
"You see? That's why I need people like Alan and Suzanne in my life. It doesn't take away my love for you, not one bit. But I'm an extreme submissive. It's just how I am, and I need a strong dominant, like Suzanne or Alan, in order for my submissive itch to get scratched. Can you understand that?"
"I can try," he answered glumly.
Brenda added with even more enthusiasm, "Good! And now, my knight in shining armor, I think you need a big reward, even though I wasn't really in any danger." One of her hands had already drifted down to his erection, and now she drew attention to that fact, squeezing his hardness a couple of times. "Oh, what's this? Is this all for me?" She giggled mischievously.
She broke the hug and brought both hands to his erection. But then, suddenly mindful of Suzanne's earlier displeasure, she looked to her and asked, "Mistress, may I?"
Suzanne nodded, but said in a no nonsense tone, "Take it easy. Don't let him cum just yet."
Adrian was going to complain about the fact that Suzanne was dictating such terms, but within seconds Brenda had him feeling so good that he nearly forgot Suzanne even existed. It wasn't just the way his mother was stroking him, but also how she lustily rubbed up against him and hotly breathed into his ear. Brenda was all heat and passion, and right now every bit of that heat and passion was focused totally on him, her son, her hero.
Suzanne watched and thought ruefully, When I was whispering to her, I should have made it clear that I'm supposed to be the baddie here. But that's okay. I think things are kind of working out on their own. The fact that Brenda undercut what I'm trying to do here with her comments probably won't matter much. Adrian will just think she's been brainwashed somehow and be all the more frustrated at me. Plus, luckily Brenda brought up a very good point, speaking from the heart. It's blatantly obvious that Adrian can't treat his mother in certain ways she needs to be treated. It's the same thing with my Sweetie: he's got this soft spot with his mother, too. He loves to rain spankings on shapely female asses, but I don't think he gets any joy out of spanking Susan. Makes me kind of jealous of her, actually.
Still, what Brenda pointed out is something we can build on. Eventually, Adrian will see that his mother isn't just temporarily deluded or brainwashed and that she really does have strong submissive needs that he just can't fulfill. He's clearly never going to be a natural master like Alan. If Adrian really loves his mother, and it's obvious that he does, he'll have to realize that she needs her time at the Plummer house to be completely happy, as well as her time with him.
She looked at the big smiles on their faces and the loving look passing between them and thought, My work here is nearly done, which is good 'cos I can't stay long in anycase. I've got a turkey in the oven that I can't forget about. But before I go, I just need to put on the finishing touches here...
She deliberately cleared her throat.
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