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How to Dom Your Mom

By: Karenas



Thanks go to LaRascasse for his editing help! Any remaining errors are mine. I love comments, votes, and favorites!

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Stephen and his parents sat down to eat dinner. His dad, Frank, grey haired and tired-looking, asked his wife, "Get the ketchup, eh?"

Stephen's mom, Gail, a petite brunette with a trim figure and a usually-ready smile, said peevishly, "I just sat down Frank. Why didn't you ask before I sat down?"

This was a game that Stephen had watched his parents play for a few years now. He didn't think it was a fun game, though, and he'd had enough.

Stephen didn't like the way his dad treated his mom. It bothered him that she took it. It bothered him a lot. The more he thought of the disregard and disrespect she took, the madder he got. Like this stupid game; why didn't she..., "Just get the damn ketchup, Mom."

Gail hopped up immediately and went for the ketchup.

Stephen was mortified at the angry tone he had used. He followed her to the kitchen and took the ketchup bottle out of her hand. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. Then he rested his forehead on hers and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have talked to you that way."

Gail put her hands up to her son's face, cradling it. The action squeezed her breasts together slightly, which drew Stephen's attention. At that angle, he had the perfect view down her shirt. Her lush cleavage, the creamy tops of her breasts, the black lace of her bra...black lace bra? Stephen felt his balls tingle at the sight.

Stephen enjoyed the view as long as he could. He thought, for the millionth time, how lucky he would be if he could find someone like his mom. She was so loving, giving and forgiving, warm, full of life, beautiful and sexy.

But every time he caught himself appreciating his mother's assets, he was overcome with shame. "Shit!," he thought to himself, "I shouldn't be thinking of my mom like that!"

Feeling unsettled, he quickly took the ketchup bottle to the table. He ignored the gloating look on his father's face. It was either that or punch the prick in his face.

After dinner, Frank buried his nose in Sports Illustrated, the tv remote in his lap.

Stephen cleared the table while his mother loaded the dishwasher. From the other room, the pair heard Frank loudly whine, "Gail, I want a beer!" 

Stephen watched with amusement as his mom pretended not to hear his dad. After a few minutes, Frank whined again for a beer. Gail continued to ignore him. As she was wiping down the counters, Stephen found himself once again studying his mom's trim figure, her graceful movements, the sweetness of her apple bottom.

Frank came in with a petulant look on his face and retrieved his own beer, bitching as he returned to the den.

Stephen's thoughts remained unsettled. He couldn't seem to keep from thinking of his mother as a woman, like she was a potential girlfriend. He wondered if he was crazy because he knew that wasn't an appropriate way to look at her.

He thought of her with his Dickless Dad and shook his head. His dad's whiny, needy disrespect, and her ambivalent behavior in return—it just didn't seem to make any sense that they were husband and wife. "I would treat her so much better!" And then a rush of shame again.

Stephen told himself he needed a girl, that was all. He realized it had been weeks since he'd had sex. "I'm just feeling horny," he rationalized.

Stephen didn't have to go very long without sex. As a tall, good-looking, outgoing college athlete he had his pick of girls anytime he went out. He enjoyed being seen with a gorgeous girl, but they tended to leave him cold. They always seemed to act like he should be grateful to be seen with them.

What he really wanted was a girl who would treat him like he was special. Like his mom always did. God! There he was again, thinking of his mom as a girlfriend! He didn't seem able to keep from it.

He noticed that she had left the room and he wanted her back. He heard her coming back towards the kitchen. "Mom," he blurted out, "will you get me a Coke?"

Gail looked at her son and started to laugh--he was standing right beside the fridge! But something about the look on his face stopped the laughter. She inhaled sharply, turned to the fridge, opened it, and removed a Coke. She felt Stephen's eyes on her every step of the way. He was making her feel self-conscious. He seemed to watch her very closely a lot these days. At first, it made her wonder if she had a smudge on her face, or something.

But gradually, the thought that he was looking at her appreciatively formed in her mind. Once formed, it held on, reappearing with regularity. It sometimes seemed too outlandish to credit—but at other times, it seemed quite obvious. She usually tried not to think about the idea that her own son found her attractive. However, when she did allow herself to think about it, well, she found the idea quite flattering.

And when he looked at her like he was at that moment, intensely, almost hungrily, it made her feel desirable. She felt herself blush from shame. Then anger at Frank manifested. "If he would only look at me like that I wouldn't be having these awful thoughts!"

She turned towards Stephen. His body was just on the other side of the Coke can she was holding between them. So near, and yet not near enough. Gail was again shamed by her inappropriate thought and turned her face away from Stephen. "This is my son! Stop it, Gail!"

Stephen took the Coke can and set it on the counter. He put his hands on his mother's back to hug her close. He moved one hand up to her hair, feeling the silk of it. He leaned down and inhaled its sweet fragrance. "Mom," he whispered as a prayer in her ear.

His thoughts returned to the idea of finding someone like his mom. "No, not like Mom, but Mom herself!" He groaned his lust and self-loathing.

Suddenly, Frank yelled from the other room, "Not another one! C'mon, Ref! Jeez!" His voice trailed off, but it had broken the spell hanging over Stephen and his mother. They stepped apart and went their separate ways for the night, each immersed in feelings of shame and desire.

Gail and Stephen both busied themselves with school and work and friends over the next few days.

*****

Stephen and his friend Jack studied at Stephen's house because of the cookies. Gail delighted in supporting the boys and their studies. She always made them peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and made sure she had milk and coffee for them. She would put on an old-fashioned apron and bring the snacks to them, fresh from the oven. It was a way for her to show her love, and she was sure that Stephen understood it as an act of love.

Gail had just left the latest plate of fresh cookies when Jack said, "Man, I love your mom!" He shoved a whole cookie in his mouth.

Stephen laughed at his friend and then did the same thing. He gulped down coffee, then sighed heavily. "Yeah, I do too."

Jack narrowed his eyes as he looked at his friend. There was a tone of voice there, almost wistful, that Jack hadn't noticed before. Jack, being gay, wasn't interested in Gail sexually, but he could see how attractive she was. He wondered if Stephen was seeing it, too.

The idea that Stephen might be attracted to his own mother didn't bother Jack. He had a very live-and-let-live attitude towards love and sex. Besides, Stephen and his mom were two of his favorite people. He wanted to see them happy.

"I'ma stay for dinner, too, Man. That alright?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Lemme just tell Mom."

At the dinner table later that evening, Jack paid close attention to the family dynamic. Frank almost pleaded with the boys to talk sports with him, ignoring Gail. Gail in turn ignored Frank while she waited on Stephen and him. She seemed to know precisely what they wanted and had it for them before they could even ask.

Jack noticed her warm smiles aimed at himself—and her embarrassed blushes aimed at Stephen. He watched Stephen closely and thought he saw an extra measure of tenderness in the glances he sent his mother's way. Jack was beginning to think he was not wrong. 

After dinner, Jack and Stephen studied for another couple of hours before deciding they were punch drunk and any more would be wasted.

Jack didn't like Frank any more than Stephen did and always wondered at Frank and Gail. He knew Gail was submissive almost from their first meeting. Frank was an odd sort of weak-willed bully--definitely not the kind of man that would make a submissive woman happy, but possibly the kind that might fool a young and inexperienced girl long enough to get her pregnant.

Jack knew all about submissives as that was the kind of man he was drawn to. He had never been attracted to Stephen because Stephen was definitely not submissive. Jack grew thoughtful.

Stephen asked him, "Why you so quiet all of a sudden?"

Jack looked around to make sure the door was closed. "Stevie Baby, we need to talk about my sex life!"

Stephen screamed and crossed his fingers. He laughed and said, "No thanks, Man!"

"Seriously. Forget about the who I'm talking about and concentrate on the what."

"Naw, Man, I can't get past the why!"

"The why will become obvious if you'll listen."

Stephen didn't really want to hear about gay sex, but his friend's intent expression convinced him it was important to Jack that he listen.

"You remember when I first came out?" Jack asked. Stephen nodded. "I was very unsure of myself. I didn't really know anything about sex or about myself beyond that I was gay." Jack went on, "One of my first friends in the scene was a sub."

"What do you mean?"

"Sub is short for submissive. He liked to serve and be used by Doms, or dominants. I was so scared of making an ass of myself that I came across as a sub. Tim, my sub friend, and I talked about dominance and submission a lot. The more he talked about being a sub, the more I knew that was not me--that I was simply lacking confidence."

Stephen was becoming curious despite himself. "So what are you, then?"

"I'm a Dom. Now, not everyone is a sub or a Dom. In fact most people are not. But you, my friend, are."

"Hey, you know I'm not gay!" Stephen protested, not really following Jack's intent.

"Calm, Bro! Doms and subs aren't just for the gays. Hets enjoy the BDSM too."

Stephen realized he'd heard of that before. Those letters were often on the porn he liked most. But he always thought of porn as fantasy. It was all play-acting wasn't it? Especially the spanking scenes he liked so much. He'd often thought about spanking a girl, but had never done it. He was sure he'd be arrested for sexual assault.

"Okay, so what are you saying?"

"You're a Dom, like me. That means you're never gonna be satisfied with the kinda girls you're always with. Those girls want servants, not boyfriends!"

Stephen recognized the truth of that. "Well, Mr. Expert, what kind of girl is gonna satisfy me?"

"A sub. Subs are special. They may seem old-fashioned in some ways." Jack thought about what he wanted to say to get Stephen thinking about his mother. 

"Submission is willing, first of all. It is service the sub performs from a place of affection and adoration. It is making the coffee exactly the way you want it, even if the sub doesn't like it that way, and having it ready for you before you can even ask."

As Jack talked, Stephen's thoughts kept returning to his mother. The way she always brought them cookies when they studied. He smiled at the thought. Stephen tried to think about everything Jack had told him, without thinking of his mother.

He said, "So it sounds like the Dom has a pretty sweet deal. Someone to act like a servant, plus sex too...."

Jack protested, "No, no! It's not one-sided at all! The Dom has to learn the needs and desires of his sub and to provide them. He must be completely trustworthy, too. He has to be someone the sub respects enough to want to submit to."

Stephen thought of his dad and the way his mom didn't seem to get much out of their relationship. I'm not like that, he protested to himself, even as he chided himself for circling back around to his mom.

"That doesn't sound like Dad at all."

Jack laughed mirthlessly. "I never said your dad was a Dom. He's just a self-centered jerk. He doesn't give your mom what she needs." But you could, Jack thought. Maybe it's too soon to say it, though.

But I could, Stephen thought. That thought was immediately followed with self-recrimination. I'm not supposed to be thinking of my mother like this! He hated himself for the way his thoughts kept spiraling back to his mother.

Stephen scrubbed his hands through his hair in frustration. He threw out the first thing he could think of to say. "Hey, what about the spanking? When do we get to the part about the spanking?"

Jack laughed. "The spanking shouldn't happen until there's trust. Seriously, Man; I mean it."

"Okay, I get it."

Jack left soon after, leaving the names of some books and websites for Stephen to look at.

Stephen spent much of his spare time reading, after that. He read everything Jack suggested and more. The more he read the more he understood himself--and his mom. His thoughts never strayed far from his mother. He began to see that she has always been his sub, to a degree. And now, he decided, it was only fair for him to meet her needs just as she had been meeting his all along.

Stephen and Jack, through more conversations, discussed the idea that Gail might not know she's submissive. She had married Frank young after all. Under the guise of a campaign simply to make Gail happier, Jack was able to convince Stephen to help his mom know herself better. So they printed out articles about dominance and submission and left them in places they knew his mom would find them. They had carefully crafted conversations in her hearing. And once, Jack came over with his current sub.

Jack noticed the way that Stephen and Gail watched the interactions between Jack and his sub. They watched very closely--as if they were taking notes. Jack also noticed the way that Stephen and Gail watched each other. It was as if they were imagining the other in the roles that Jack and his sub were playing.

*****

Gail picked up yet another printed article about submission. She knew that Stephen had printed it out, but couldn't imagine why. Surely he didn't think of himself as a sub, Gail wondered. Gail knew that she was, though, from the very first article. She also recognized that Frank was not a dominant.

Whatever the reason was that Stephen was reading these articles, she was grateful for finding them. Reading them allowed her to put into words her amorphous feelings of dissatisfaction with her life and her marriage.

One afternoon, she heard herself mentioned when Stephen and Jack were talking. Jack said, "You know if I was straight, I'd totally be into your mom." Gail smiled at the flattery.

Stephen replied, "If I wasn't her son, I'd totally be into her." Gail's heart stopped and her stomach flipped when she heard that. She wandered off, her head in the clouds. She began to think about what it would be like if she had someone in her life like her son, rather than his father. Maybe even...not like her son, but her actual son. She felt shame heat her face and chest.

Another time she heard the boys talking, she heard Stephen say, "He's not good enough for her!" Gail noted the passion in his voice and wondered who he was talking about.

Jack replied, "No offense, Bro, but your dad's a jerk. She oughta kick him to the curb and find a real man." She was not entirely surprised to hear Jack say such a thing. But she was entirely surprised at Stephen's response.

"You're right, Man. I wish she would." Gail had to sit down. She wondered how serious Stephen was. She needed to know how serious he was.

Jack suggested, "You know, maybe you oughta tell her if she got got a divorce, she'd still have you to, you know, squish bugs; be the man of the house."

Stephen froze. What was Jack playing at? That was not what he was supposed to say next!

Gail imagined for a moment Stephen being the man of the house. She couldn't keep from letting her imagination take the two of them into the bedroom. She flushed furiously even as she held her breath waiting for Stephen's response.

Stephen knew his mom was listening. He spoke for her benefit, from the heart. "Jack, I already am the man of the house in lots of ways. I'd take all the ways, in a heartbeat." Jack smiled and gave his friend a thumbs up.

Gail's breath whooshed out of her and she felt faint. She wandered to her bedroom and fell on the bed. The sincerity of Stephen's quiet declaration devastated her. It was like an earthquake rocking the foundations of everything she knew to be real.

Some time later, Stephen went looking for his mom. He was a bit worried about her reaction to his statement. He found her laying on her bed, asleep. It looked like she had been crying. 

Seeing the tracks of her tears, he jumped to the conclusion that she was troubled by his crazy, incestuous statement.

He was a little bit choked up himself, so he cleared his throat. She wakened and turned her head towards him. 

"Mom," Stephen started. "I know you heard what I said earlier. And I'm so, so sorry!"

Gail felt the tears welling up. He didn't mean what he had said? "Why?"

Stephen replied, "You've been crying. I upset you with my crazy talk."

Gail felt her tears disappear and joy return. "Oh, Baby, you didn't upset me! I was crying because I've decided to ask your father for a divorce." In a small voice full of the need for approval she sought, she said, "Is that okay with you?"

Stephen was elated. "Okay?"

He fell to his knees beside the bed. "Okay?"

He put his hands on his mother, one running lightly along her cheek and the other running lightly along her side. He captured her eyes with his. "Oh, Mom, it's more than okay." He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, a light kiss, lips to lips. Still it was the kiss of a lover not of a son.

Gail couldn't deny her feelings for her son any longer. They were wrong, but they were. She needed to know if Stephen's were the same. She looked up at him, unsure, but determined, and asked, "Stephen, I have to know: what exactly did you mean when you told Jack you would like to be the man of the house in all ways?"

Stephen decided that if they were going to have the relationship he was hoping for, they needed to be completely honest with each other. He didn't know if they could have that relationship yet, but he would lay the groundwork for it regardless. "I meant that I want to love you in all the ways a man loves a woman."

Gail gasped. Her heart pounded. He felt as she did! She quickly sat up and turned towards her son, still kneeling beside her. "Oh, Stephen! Truly?"

"Mom, I will never lie to you. You have no cause to question what I've told you."

Gail lowered her head. "Of course, Stephen. I didn't mean I don't believe you. I just...it's such a dream!"

"A sweet dream, Mom?"

"Oh, yes, Baby!" Gail looked at Stephen again and saw the love in his eyes. She leaned in to kiss him. His lips met hers halfway. He let her kiss him gently, and then sweep her tongue timidly across his lips. But then he took control of the kiss. He kissed her harder, pressing her lips against her teeth. He grabbed her to him, close. He put one hand behind her head and the other behind her back. He held her, imprisoned, as he ravaged her mouth with his, forcing his tongue into her mouth and tasting her. Feeling her melt into his arms, accepting his domination. He felt his cock leap and grow. When he heard her whimper in need and submission, he almost came in his pants.

They broke apart, slowly and reluctantly. Stephen asked, "Do you want me with you when you tell Dad?"


How to Dom Your Mom Ch. 02



I would like to thank LaRascasse for editing and my beta readers for their input. As always, any remaining errors are mine. Please vote and comment!



Stephen awoke the next morning to an empty bed and a stiff dick. He thought about the previous night, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. "I fucked my mother! My god! How could I do that?" He shook his head as if to clear it. Slowly, he got out of bed. He wanted a cup of coffee and a long shower, but he also didn't want to run into his mother right then.

He realized, though, that his mother was not home when he passed the garage door and saw her car was gone. That focused his thoughts on her reaction to them having sex. He hoped she was not feeling bad about it, even as he was. "What a fucking screw-up I am!" Stephen castigated himself.

Stephen drank his perfectly-prepared coffee but didn't taste it.

*****

Gail arose early that morning with a happy body and disturbed mind. Her body acknowledged the best sex she'd ever had, but her mind couldn't come to terms with the fact that it had been with her own son. She felt a rising wave of guilt as she looked at her precious son lying beside her. "What have I done?" she cried to herself.

She ran to her bathroom and turned the shower on full-force to drown out her crying. "What if he wakes up and hates me?" Gail couldn't rid herself of the thought. She felt the urge to hurt herself and looked about wildly for something to do the job. She saw her paddle brush and grabbed it up gratefully. She leaned over the toilet as she felt she could throw up at any moment and began whacking her ass and upper thighs with the brush. The sting began to take the place of the ache in her heart.

After several minutes, she couldn't raise her arm again. Tears, snot, and saliva streamed down her face as she tried to catch her breath. She moved into the hot shower without looking at herself in the mirror.

As the hot water began working its magic, Gail was able to calm enough that she could make a plan for the day. She would make Stephen his coffee then leave the house. Maybe one of her friends knew a divorce lawyer to recommend. She tried out her voice and marveled when she was able to speak without bursting into tears.

*****

When Stephen got back home late that night, he went straight to his own bed. He had spent the greater part of the day at the pool and the gym trying to work out the disgust and anger he felt towards himself. "It's so wrong! You're a sick motherfucker--literally! She'll never forgive me! What if she can't bear to look at me? She probably hates me!" On and on his thoughts assaulted him. The workout succeeded only in tiring him enough that the thoughts slowed down instead of coming at him rapid-fire style. Gradually, he drifted into a fitful sleep.

The next week followed the same pattern as Gail and Stephen avoided each other, each sure the other regretted their night of passion, possibly to the point of hatred. The sleepless nights and self-recriminations began to take their toll, though, and by the end of the week their friends were asking, "What's wrong?" with irritating regularity.

Jack was the most persistent of Stephen's friends. He cornered Stephen as he left the campus one day and followed him to Stephen's car. "Something IS wrong, Bro. C'mon! You know you can tell me anything."

"I appreciate that Jack, but it's okay. Don't worry." Stephen got into his car.

Jack ran around and jumped into the passenger seat. "Stephen. Seriously. What happened?"

Stephen sighed heavily. Maybe he could appease Jack with a half-truth. "My parents have split. Dad's moved out and they're gonna get a divorce."

"That's grea...I mean, sorry about that." Jack looked at Stephen expectantly. He knew that was not what was bothering Stephen.

Stephen started his car. "I, uh, gotta go, Jack. Don't you have class, or something?"

"Nah. Nothing that can't wait."

Stephen pounded the steering wheel. "Dammit, man! All right, yeah, there's something wrong! But I ain't tellin' you!" He dropped his head to the steering wheel. "I can't, Jack, I just can't," he said quietly.

Jack was disturbed at his friend's distress, but dropped it. He reached for the door handle and got out. He hoped for the best.

As a second week passed, however, Jack was driven to intervene. Stephen looked like hell; unkempt, dark circles under his eyes, skipping classes, punishing himself in the weight room and the pool. Jack decided to try from another angle, though, and went to see Gail.

Gail opened the door and gave Jack a weak smile. "He's not here" she said, not quite meeting Jack's eyes.

Jack was aghast at Gail's appearance. She had lost a shocking amount of weight and her clothes hung on her as if she were a child playing dress-up with her mother's clothes. Jack gathered Gail into a hug, closing the door behind him, and walking them into the living room. Gail allowed him to almost carry her--she felt particularly fragile upon seeing Stephen's closest friend.

Jack understood that something had happened between Stephen and Gail. He felt partially responsible and guilt settled on his shoulders. "I know he's not here. I came to see you. I'm worried about Stephen and since he won't talk about it, I thought I'd see if you knew what's bothering him."

Tears silently slid down Gail's face. She felt Jack was confirming that Stephen hated her. "Oh, Jack!" Her shoulders began to shake. Jack rubbed her back and made soothing sounds. "I do know what's wrong and it's all my fault, Jack!"

"Ahh, Gail, I doubt that. Tell me and let me help," Jack pleaded.

"I just can't, Jack! It's too, too terrible! It's unforgivable and he hates me and--and I don't blame him!" 

Gail turned quickly away from Jack. As she did, her shirt rode up in the back revealing her spine in stark relief, but even more disturbing were the bruises. He could see older yellowed ones and newer purple ones, and there was a red stripe across her back as well. He yanked the shirt up, gasping in shock.

"My god, Gail! What happened to you? Did Stephen do this to you? I knew he was into spanking, but this is--this is wrong!"

Gail frantically pulled at her shirt, as if pulling it back down would make Jack's knowledge of the marks go away. She shook her head violently. "No! Of course not, Jack! How could you say such a thing?"

'Well, who is beating you? Is it that asshole you're married to? I'll kill him!"

"No, no! It wasn't him, either. It wasn't anyone. I just--I fell. That's all."

Jack didn't believe that at all. "Gail! C'mon! This is me you're talking to."

Gail just shook her head.

"Look, you can not expect me to believe you fell on your back, what, like every day for the last two weeks? Let me help you, Gail. Please?"

Tears streamed down Gail's face. She loved Jack for his concern, but if she couldn't talk to her own son, how was she going to talk to anyone else?

Jack looked at Gail and knew she wouldn't talk. He thought surely she would tell Stephen. Eventually. Damn, he thought, Stephen's got to know about this!

"Gail, I want you to know if there is anything, anything I can do...."

Gail sniffled. "I know, Jack. You're such a sweetheart! I appreciate your concern, but I just don't think there's anything anyone could do." She got up and walked Jack to the door. "Just...." She sighed. "Just, tell Stephen I'm sorry, okay?"

"Of course, Gail." Jack kissed Gail on the cheek and punched in Stephen's number before he even got to the car.

"Stevie, baby! Where you at?" Jack heard weights clinking in the background. "Nevermind, I can tell you're at the weight room. Stay there. I'll be there in 15."

Stephen mumbled "Whatever, Dude" into the phone. He wasn't going anywhere anyway.

*****

Jack walked up to Stephen, who was doing barbell curls. "I gotta talk to you, man--it's important!"

"So talk," Stephen said, not slowing down.

Jack grabbed onto the barbell, pushing it down as Stephen was pushing up. They struggled for a moment, but Stephen, in his overwrought state was no match for Jack. Jack set the barbell down. "You don't want to hear this here. C'mon."

Stephen was sure Jack wanted to get on his case again, but he just didn't have the energy to fight Jack. He followed Jack into one of the coach's offices. "All right, Jack. What?" Stephen's voice was worryingly flat.

"Sit down," Jack said. Stephen sat.

"I just got back from talking to your mom."

Stephen popped up angrily. "What? What the fuck, Jack? Why did you do that?"

"Because something is wrong, Stephen, and because I care about you. I thought maybe she'd know what was wrong. Well, I was right. But the same thing is wrong with her, too, isn't it?"

Stephen looked away from Jack. "I don't know what you mean."

"I didn't think you did. You haven't actually seen your mom since it happened, have you?"

Stephen got defensive. "Since what happened? What are you implying, Jack?"

"Stephen, you want to keep it private, whatever happened. I get that. I think I probably know and I'd like to be happy for you, except you're clearly not happy. Neither is your mom, you know."

Stephen put his head in his hands. "I knew it. She hates me, doesn't she?"

Jack put his hand on Stephen's shoulder. "I doubt it, man--she thinks you hate her! She wanted me to tell you she's sorry. Stephen, you need to talk to her. She can't go on like this."

Stephen's head popped up. "What do you mean?"

"Well, beside the fact that she looks like like hell, just like you do...." Jack paused. He knew Stephen would be out for blood and in his current state might not act rationally. He felt he needed to prepare Stephen, though. In a quiet voice, Jack went on, "Someone's hitting your mom, Stephen."

"What?" Stephen asked, uncomprehending. "What?" he repeated, getting angry. Stephen clenched his fists unconsciously. "Who?" Stephen demanded, with a wild look in his eyes.

"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me." Jack grabbed Stephen's arm as he plowed out of the room. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Stephen didn't answer. He headed for his car single-mindedly. Jack didn't know if he should follow or not.

*****

Stephen burst into the house, calling, "Mom!"

Gail's heart double-timed. She looked around for a place to hide and then chided herself for being silly and childish. She needed to face him. She squared up her shoulders and replied, "In here, Stephen!"

Stephen strode towards the kitchen, a look of dangerous determination on his face. But when he finally saw his mother for the first time since their incestuous liaison, he halted. He tried to mask the shock he felt but knew he was not completely successful when his mother inhaled sharply, then turned away.

At that moment, Stephen knew that he had been unfairly indulging himself in his self-recriminations, as if he was enjoying the self-hatred above any concern for his mother. A fresh wave of disgust threatened him, but he pushed it aside. He needed to care for his mother now. She needed him. Now that he looked, he could see that.

Stephen walked to his mother's side, looking down at her bowed head as she sat with a cup of coffee. He noted her hair, hanging limp and devoid of lustre. He knelt before her and, with a single finger, urged her to look at him. He took in the hollow cheeks, the dark rings around her tear-streaked eyes, her chapped and bitten lips. In that moment, Stephen knew he had never loved his mother more.

He leaned in slowly, eyes open, and tentatively, tenderly, brushed a lover's kiss across her lips.

Gail's eyes widened in surprise. This was not the reaction she expected. Once again, the earth quaked, rocking the very foundation of her reality. In the barest whisper, she breathed out, "You--you don't--hate me?"

Stephen's heart was pierced by the pain behind his mother's question. He made an inarticulate sound and gathered her up, one part of his mind disturbed at how light she was, another part feeling whole and healed to have her in his arms again.

He turned and sat, placing her upon his lap. He caressed her face with one hand. "Mother. Lover. Mine."

Gail threw her arms around her son, crying joyfully. "Oh, Stephen! My love!" She kissed every inch of his face as he laughed with pleasure.

Stephen had one arm around his mother's hips, snugging her up close. The other began to wander slowly down from her face to her slender neck, then across her shoulder and down inside her blouse towards her breast. He felt no bra strap. Just as he was weighing her breast in his hand, Jack came into the kitchen.

Gail tried to stand up, tried to remove Stephen's hand, tried to disappear. Stephen heard Jack coming in and had decided no more denial. He was going to be who he was, everyone else be damned. So he kept his hand on his mother's breast and even moved to capture the nipple between two fingers. As he rolled and pulled on the nipple, Gail gave in and settled into his lap. Jack beamed a broad smile.

"So, my two favorite people in the world are happy again?"

Gail blushed. Stephen nodded. "Thanks, man, you gave me the push I needed. I didn't realize how much Mom was suffering, too." He turned to his mother. "Can you forgive me, Mom?"

Gail ignored her embarrassment. This was important. "Stephen, honey, there's nothing to forgive! You didn't do anything wrong! It was me...."

Jack broke in. "I hate to interrupt the tender moment, but think about this, please. How happy are you at this moment?" Jack paused. He saw clearly the glow of happiness and love that surrounded and infused the pair. He went on, "How can something be wrong when it makes you so happy?"

Stephen looked at his mom, smiling tenderly, and said, "He's right, Mom" and kissed Gail with all the pent up longing and frustration of the past two weeks. He kissed his mother breathless in front of his friend.

Stephen looked up at Jack. "Was there something else you needed, Jack? We're a little busy here." Stephen chuckled.

Jack's smile was replaced with a look of concern. "So, you found out who's been hitting her? What can I do to help?"

"Damn!" Stephen exclaimed. "I forgot...."

Gail wished again she could disappear. But she knew she had to stop what was beginning to look like a witch hunt on her behalf. Before it could go any further, Gail said, "No one else has been hitting me. There's nothing to do about anything. It's nothing."

Jack pointed at Gail, "Look at her back, Stephen! That's 'nothing'?"

Stephen raised Gail's blouse, almost fearing what he would see. When he got the hem raised to her shoulder blades, a red fog of rage formed. Her back was striped with long marks of varying age and width. The newest stripes were raised, hot, red, and had drawn blood.

Stephen ripped the blouse off of his mother, forcing her to raise her arms. He picked her up from his lap and set her on her feet. He tugged at her skirt waist. "Strip!" he told her. "Let me see it all!"

Gail's shoulders shook with the force of her crying. The hate and pain in Stephen's voice made Gail fear she had truly crossed the line. She was ashamed of herself, but could do nothing but obey that voice. She pushed the skirt and panties she'd been wearing down to pool on the floor.

Jack gasped as he saw the stripes covered her entire backside from below her shoulders to above her knees. "Gail, my god!"

Stephen felt almost out of control with rage.He grabbed his mother by the shoulders and roughly turned her to face him. "Who the hell did this to you, Mother, and why the hell are you covering for them?" He was screaming by the time he got to the end of the question.

Gail was beyond caring that Jack was seeing her naked body or that he was even there at all to witness her humiliation. All that mattered was Stephen.

She flung herself down on the floor to literally grovel at her son's feet. "No one! No one, Stephen! Please! Oh, god, Stephen, please don't hate me! I did it!"

The room filled with a stunned silence broken only by Gail's sniffling sounds. Stephen took a step back in disbelief. His eyes were wide and he felt almost on the verge of hysteria at the absurd notion that his mother had been beating herself.

Gail's cries were only half-formed words as she continued to plead with Stephen. "Love you! Don't hate! Me! Please! I did! Did!" She hit her head with her fist.

Jack, having experienced his share of painsluts and scenes gone wrong, recovered first. "Stephen! Stop her!"

The urgency in Jack's voice broke through Stephen's silent near-hysteria. He quickly squatted and grabbed his mother's wrists in his.

Jack spoke to Stephen, calmly, in a quiet voice. "Stephen, she needs you now. She needs to touch you and be touched by you. She needs to know you still love her."

"Still love her?" Stephen was confused. Of course he still loved her! He looked down at the picture of abject misery that was his mother. The truth of Jack's words settled into Stephen's brain and spurred him to take action.

He knelt beside his mother, smoothing long gentle strokes over her poor back. He murmured his love for her in a quiet voice. Gradually, Gail's shoulders stopped heaving and her breathing slowed to close to normal. Stephen pulled his mother up, cradling her in his arms. He stood, looked towards Jack, and said, "You can find your own way out, right?"

Jack smiled.

*****

Stephen laid his mother on her bed with a warning not to move. He returned with ice water and Tylenol and told her to take the pain reliever. He left and came back again with a bowl of ice water and a washcloth. He thoroughly wetted the washcloth and tenderly soothed the freshest of the stripes across his mother's backside. Then he folded the ice cold washcloth and placed it along the most swollen mark.

Stephen wanted to soothe his mother, physically and emotionally. He knew that touch would accomplish that, probably better than words would. So he squirted lotion on his hands and moved towards his mother's feet. He lovingly smoothed the lotion over her feet, massaging without tickling. He worked his way up her ankles, noting how thin and fragile they looked. He glanced at her beautiful body, marred by red and purple, and reassessed. "No," he told himself, "fragile she is not."

Stephen continued working his way slowly up his mother's legs, massaging in the lotion, soothing and calming her with his touch. When he had worked his way to the point where the bruises started, he stopped massaging. He didn't want to cause anymore pain. He sat on the bed beside her and took her small hand in his larger one.

In a voice scratchy with emotion, Stephen said, "Mom, you have to promise never to do this to yourself again." Gail might have nodded, but she didn't reply, and Stephen wanted to drive the point home forcefully. He let his anger and frustration lend a steely quality to his voice and demanded, "You're mine, aren't you?"

Gail's natural submissiveness responded to that tone of voice immediately. A little shiver of fear-laced desire ran down her spine as she quickly answered, "Yes."

"And that means your body is mine, doesn't it?"

Gail understood where Stephen was going with his questions. She felt a paradigm shift in herself as the idea settled in that she, body and soul, belonged to her son. She nodded her agreement.

"And that means nobody, not even you, can touch my body without my permission, doesn't it?"

Gail sighed with the deep pleasure of finally, finally, knowing her place. "Yes, Sir," she said without thinking.

Stephen leaned over and brushed a kiss along Gail's temple. Quietly, with a smile on his face, he said, "I like 'Sir'; keep it up."

He sat back up and continued, "So, you will treat my possessions with the utmost care from now on, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir," Gail repeated.

Stephen laid down, face to face with his mother. Softly, he said, "Now tell me why you did this, Mom."




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Gail had to close her eyes against the emotions she saw in Stephen's eyes several times as she explained. "When I woke up the morning after we--had sex--I was sure that I had done a terrible thing. That I had warped you, damaged you, perverted you. That I had ruined our relationship and you would never want to look at me or speak to me again. I couldn't bear the pain of losing you as a lover and a son!

I wanted to punish myself for doing this terrible damage to you. I hit myself with my hair brush and it seemed that the physical pain was preferable to the emotional pain. So when I didn't see you anymore I saw that as confirmation that I had hurt you. The guilt was too much, Stephen! I had to let it out. I found one of your old belts and an extension cord and they worked very well. They let out the pain...."

Stephen's voice broke with unshed tears as he vowed, "Mom, I will never forgive myself for allowing you to believe that I hated you or that any of it was your fault. None of it was. It was all mine!"

Stephen grabbed his mother and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her gently, then with more and more passion, his tongue sweeping out to take possession of hers. "You're never to hurt yourself again, Mother!"

"No, Stephen, I won't. I promise." Gail ran her hands over her son's body, wanting to touch every inch of it. It had been too long! Gail kissed her son back, matching his rising passion.

Stephen groaned. "My god, I want you!"

Gail rubbed herself along Stephen's body. She pushed his shirt up his torso then turned to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. She tried to wriggle them out from under Stephen's ass, but he wasn't helping. She looked up at him.

"Mom, your back needs to heal. I don't want to hurt you any more than you already are."

Gail kissed Stephen's chest, and lower. She licked his belly button. She caressed his cock through his boxers and begged, "Please, Stephen?"

"Fuck!" he groaned. There's no way he could turn her away, even for her own good.

Gail slid off Stephen so he could tear off his t-shirt and scoot out of his jeans and boxers. Stephen turned his mother onto her side, facing him, and picked up her upper leg. He raised it high, teasing himself, raking his eyes up and down the slim length of it. Then he turned his attention to his mother's pretty pussy, noting how pink and swollen and wet it was. "Touch yourself," he said.

Gail moved her hand down to her pussy, feeling desirable and wanton, on an arousal high. She slid her fingers along the length of her lips, feeling how wet she was, gathering the juices. Her clit throbbed, wanting attention, so she began circling it with a finger. All the time, Gail's eyes were on her son, watching his eyes darken with desire, his jaw clench with the effort it took to restrain himself. She felt beautiful, powerful!

Stephen groaned and moved into position. His cock twitching, reaching for home inside his mother. He slid slowly into her, giving her time to adjust to his fullness. He began pumping his hips in slow, long strokes. At the same time, he palmed one nipple while licking the other, stroking it to diamond-hardness. Then he took it in his mouth and suckled.

Gail was moaning non-stop, close to her release. The fullness of the cock inside her; the knowledge that it was her son's cock; the attention to her nipples; her finger on her clit: all brought her to the edge. When Stephen bit down on one nipple and pulled the other, she fell over it. She cried out wordlessly, back arching, pussy clamping down on her son's cock.

Stephen continued fucking his mother slowly through her climax, relishing the tight, squeezing feeling of it. As soon as it was over however, he pulled out and pulled her to her knees at the edge of the bed. He slid back in and began pounding her pussy with fast hard strokes. He would have fucked her off of him completely but for the tight hold he had on her hips.

Gail fucked back onto Stephen's cock, breasts swaying under her rocking body. Stephen's cock found her g-spot. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

Stephen kept up the punishing fucking. But when he felt his mother squirt and her juices run down his leg, he couldn't hold out any longer. He pulled his cock out and finished with his hand so that he covered her back with his cum, marking her. Breathing hard, he crowed triumphantly, "Mine! Mine!"

Gail slid her knees out from under her and lay face down on the bed, panting. Stephen lay down beside her. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her mouth. "I love you," he said.

Gail sighed happily. She kissed her son, her Sir. "I love you, too." 

They would make it work. Somehow.



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Gail shook her head. "No, I need to do this by myself. I would like it if you were in the house, though, you know, just in case."

"Of course, Mom! You'll tell him tonight. I'll be here for you during, in case you need me, and after, when I know you'll need me."

Gail started crying. Stephen hugged her and let her cry for a moment. Then he said, "C'mon, I'll help with dinner." He stood up and reached for his mother's hand.

*****

Stephen heard his dad yelling and slamming things around in the bedroom. He knew his mom was in the kitchen, so he wasn't worried about her physical safety. Still, he stayed close. Finally, his dad came out of the bedroom with his hands full of bags. Frank looked like a child who's favorite toy had been taken away. He looked Stephen up and down and sneered, "I guess you're taking her side in this!"

Stephen went and opened the front door. "Here," he said, "let me help you out."

Frank yelled back over his shoulder, "You'll be sorry, Gail! After you've regained your senses and want to come crawling back, well, I might just not be there to take you back!" He slammed the door closed behind him.

Stephen went to his Mom. He tenderly took her hands in his and said, "Mom, I'm going to draw you a bath and you are going to relax in it for as long as you want. Come."

Gail stood, smiling shyly at her son and soon-to-be lover. She followed Stephen to the bedroom, which now had clothes flung everywhere. Stephen said, "I'll take care of this while you're in the bath. Just let me get it started."

Stephen set the bathtub to filling and poured in some bath salts he found. He went back into the bedroom and stopped in front of his mom. He took her hands and lifted her to standing. He kissed her so sweetly she thought her heart would overflow. He cradled her face in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. He said, slowly, with great feeling, "Mother. Lover. Mine."

He kissed her again, hungrily. She felt overwhelmed with desire. He slipped his hands down to her waist and then back up again, taking her blouse with them. He pulled it off her arms and threw it on a pile. Then his hands swept back down her body again, this time taking her skirt with them. She stepped out of it after it hit the floor.

He stepped back to look at her. His eyes darkened with desire and he growled. He stepped closer again, pulling her back to him so she could feel what she did to him. He ground his erection against her belly and she whimpered.

Quickly, he unclasped her bra and threw it away from them, then swept her panties away as well. Stephen said, "You're so beautiful!" in a voice full of reverence.

He picked her up and took her into the bathroom. He helped her step into the bathtub and told her to take as long as she wanted. Then he went back into the master bedroom and looked with disgust at the mess his dad had made. He gathered everything up, hanging up the stuff still on hangers, and took everything else to the laundry room. He grabbed up fresh clean bedding and went back to the bedroom. "This will be ours now," he thought with a smile. He removed the old bedding and put the new on.

His mother came back into the bedroom, looking pleased at his work. She had her hair up in a towel and her body wrapped in another. Stephen asked her, "Are you cold?"

When she said no, he said, "If you're not cold then there's no reason to cover up, is there?"

Gail shook her head again and slowly moved her hands up to untuck the towel and let it fall to the floor. She stood there, head down slightly. Still she was able to see his cock press itself against his jeans. She walked towards him--she wanted to undress him and serve him as he had just done for her.

Stephen let his naked mother pull his shirt up and off, then unzip his jeans and remove them. She knelt and pulled down his boxers, gasping at the sight of his beautiful cock practically lunging for her. Stephen stepped out of his boxers and away from his mom. He knew what she had in mind. But this night was for her.

He motioned towards the bed. "Come and lay down, Mother." When she did, he asked her, "Do you trust me? Completely?"

"Of course, Stephen!"

He brought out some scarves he had found earlier. He tied one around her wrists and then tied her wrists to the bed. He looked down at her beautiful face. "Still trust me, Mom?"

Gail looked back at her son with such an expression of adoration, it took his breath away. She nodded, "Uh, huh."

Stephen took another scarf and tied it around his mother's eyes. Again, he asked her, "Still trust me?"

Gail nodded, sighing deeply. He recognized that she was relaxing into the bondage, trusting him to please her and push her. He had hoped for that, but wasn't sure she would submit so fully so soon. He was so absurdly proud of her submission to him. "What a treasure you are, Mother!"

Stephen bent to kiss his mother, at first sweet, then turning hungry. His hands began roaming the landscape of his mother's soft, sweet body. He was on a disbelieving high that he was seeing her, touching her like this.

Stephen kissed his mother's neck and down her chest towards her breasts. He used his fingers to trace circles around one breast while flicking the nipple of the other with his tongue. His mother's moans encouraged him. He palmed one breast, glorying in the lush feel of the soft flesh, while he gorged himself on the other, suckling at the breast that had nourished him as an infant.

He used his free hand to sweep across his mother's belly, slowly, back and forth, lower and lower, until he reached the soft tangle of curls above her pussy. He played with the curls there while he kissed his way down her body.

Stephen settled himself on the bed between his mother's wide-spread legs. He pushed his nose into her pussy, inhaling her musk. The smell drove him wild. The shocking licentiousness of the act made Gail gasp and clutch at her silken bonds. She held her breath--she had no idea what he might do next.

He licked her wetness away, though not as fast as it was replaced. He smoothed his hands along her inner thighs, then brought them together between her legs. He rubbed along her lips with a finger of each hand, then pushed one finger inside her. With his tongue, Stephen licked his mother's clit while he fucked her with a finger. He felt her tense up and heard her cries get higher-pitched, so he stopped. He pulled back. He looked at his mother and was devilishly delighted at the look of confusion on her face. He let the moment draw out and watched as she turned pouty. "Stephen, aren't you going to ...." She trailed off, embarrassed.

"I don't know, Mom. Aren't I going to what?"

"Oh, Stephen!" He watched as his mother blushed prettily. "You know!" she said.

"Do I?" Stephen was enjoying this immensely. Time to push, he thought. "I don't think I do. I think you need to tell me." She didn't answer immediately, so he pushed harder, saying in a commanding voice, "Say the words, Mom."

His mother's blush spread down her chest, but she spoke. "Aren't you going to... to make me...come?"

"Oh, is that what you want?" She nodded. "Tell me how you want me to make you come, Mother."

"Stephen! I can't! I can't say those dirty words. I'm not that kind...."

"Mother, think about our situation. I've tied you up. I, your son, am going to fuck you. You want me to do it. But you're not the kind to say a few dirty words?" Stephen smiled. He pulled the blindfold from his mother's eyes and stared into them intently. "Mother, you are that kind. You are a dirty slut who can say and do anything she wants. Anything her son and lover commands. You are a slut--for me!"

Gail saw the love, the lust, the domination, the ownership that Stephen felt towards her. His words had a cathartic effect on Gail. She felt herself changing. She didn't have to be dried up, cramped in, constrained Old Gail. She could be a free, wanton slut for her son if it made him happy and her feel good. And it did.

The New Gail smiled broadly. "I am a slut for you, my love. Fuck me, please?"

Stephen's breathing hitched as he heard his mother accept herself and their relationship. He reached up and untied her hands and immediately her hands went to his face, caressing it, loving his neck, shoulders, chest with her hands. He stretched out atop her, kissing her wildly, passionately. He rolled them over, so that she was atop him. She sat up and positioned her pussy above her son's cock. She reached down and guided him into herself, slowly lowering her body. She sighed as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. She raised back up and slid back down, farther this time. She gasped as she felt him filling her up. It felt so good, she began to buck up and down on his cock, fucking herself with it.

Stephen groaned at the delightful torture of his mother slowly using his cock. He was gratified when she began to speed up. He was so excited, though, that he felt he wouldn't be able to hold on long. He grabbed her hips and pounded up into her pussy as she dropped herself down onto him. The grunts and slapping sounds filled the room.

Stephen brushed his thumb across his mother's clit a few times and she exploded with a near-violent orgasm that flooded his pelvis. Her pussy's clenching was the last straw for him and he exploded too, his cum jetting into his mother's pussy over and over.

Gail dropped down over her son's body, completely boneless, gasping for breath. She felt his heart pounding in his chest. "My god!" she exclaimed.

"Exactly!" was Stephen's answer.