1. Perchance to Dom Ch. 1


    Date: 11/20/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Author: DiscipleN, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Perchance to Dom by DiscipleN NOTE: this chapter does not contain incest, although it's mentioned in the beginning. ***** I've lived more than 18 years. During them, I've read my share of raunchy stories. I don't believe any of them, especially this one. I like the ones about submissive mothers and young sons who break out of their comfort zones and learn to take control. Nobody does that, though. I mean, sure a mother is fucking her son, right now, somewhere in the real world, and maybe he pressed to do so, but no one has ever lived the insanity my mother and I created from our Yin and Yang dance. And if something similar has occurred, no one has found the intensity of joy that we have. It started with my father and my mother's father. Both were stern men. Of the two, only my father enjoyed my mother's deep embrace. Grandpa never hugged anyone, but he could wallop my mother's backside with the lust of demons. That thin, elderly copy machine technician looked and acted like a polite breeze, in public. In private, he had gone through six wives. Most divorced him. The last died. They said 'of the vapors', but did you know that severe trauma to flesh can lead to cancer? It's rare, but mother's step-mother was given a superior chance. I love my grandpa. He's quiet and gives me presents when he visits. He doesn't talk much to me, no lectures at least. I'm thankful. When he's around, he spends most of his attention watching my mother. In his presence, Mother acts brighter, ...
    forthright, directed, no non-sense. She doesn't show him the slightest weakness. My father knew better. He and Grandpa were discussing the house computer network that day. "I'd rather drill a hole than buy a wifi repeater. This house already had too many gadgets." "But a cable will look terrible no matter how you string it." Mother walked in with a pair of beers to back up the nearly empty ones Dad and Gramps sip while they chatted. She picked up the empties, turned smoothly, and tripped over something, I didn't see what, I was in the dinning room listening with one ear and playing the new tablet game Gramps had gifted. I did turn in time to see my mother collapse in slow motion with four bottles in her fingers. She managed to roll down on her side instead of smack the floor, but one glass vessel slipped free and crashed upon perfectly maintained hardwood. "Lisa, you clumsy fool!" Grandpa burst and leaped to his feet." "Anthony, this is my house." Father spoke calmly. Grandpa Tony looked left and right, at my mother and my father. He took a breath and let it out. "I'm driving home now." He said simply. He left then. "Lisa, did your father trip you on purpose?" "No, Ed, he didn't." She picked her self up and wiped up the broken bottle. Around her father, she kept a hand towel tucked in her skirt. He liked to spill things. "Let's talk in the master." Father called their bedroom, the master." He walked out of the living room and down the hall, expecting his wife to follow. She threw the ...
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