Perchance to Dom Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Perchance to Dom Ch. 1

... glass pieces into the trash, dropped the towel in the sink, and still managed to keep three paces behind her husband. "Walter, don't touch that towel. I'll wash the shards out of it when your father's finished with me." They entered their bedroom and locked the door. Except for the small accident, it was a typical day in the Nelson family. Except I couldn't resist. I crept down the carpeted hall with all the stealth I had learned from computer games. Putting my ear to the door opened a new world to me. "Bite the gag harder, wench!" If our boy hears one peep out of you, I'll drive him to a whore house, pay the madam to keep him for the night, and manhandle you until noon." Father paused. "This is for letting your father get the better of you." I didn't hear anything. "This is for soiling the living room." Was that the crack of electricity? "This is for acting like a fool!" Father whispered intensely. Their bed's posts squealed over the hardwood in that room, as if a body shifted upon it suddenly and hard. "Do you need to breath?" Another, longer pause. "Bite." Father counted to five. "This is for lying to me." I didn't want to hear anything. I slunk back as he said it. I'd been conditioned to respect the privacy of that room with the threat of having my groin cut to match a Ken doll. The lights in the house dimmed for two of my heartbeats. Mother greeted me thirty minutes later. "Is that game any good?" Her skin was flush red. "Yeah, Mom, kinda." I felt sweat ooze out of my ...

... forehead. My armpits must have smelled like a sewer. I feared the next second. Father would step in and accuse me of listening. She went to the sink. She took the towel outside and shook it in the alley. Then she put it in the washing machine, the only item in it. I heard it rev up. That's when Father reappeared from the hall. "I'm going to the electronics store." Dad would have allowed me to join him. I thought about it. Electronics were my favorite toys. Dad was a giving man, often letting me pick out something, as long as it showed respect for his pocketbook. "I want to beat Grandpa's score on the leader board." It was the first time I saw my father grin. "I've been trying since the day I met your mother." He exited. "Mom?" "Don't ask me. Your father's probably just in a good mood." It took longer than I imagined. It was several years before I won the top slot from Grandpa. But that day started it. That was the first time I felt desire for my mother. The second time was a long time coming. Well before then, I decided to have a girlfriend, like a policeman decides to have a donut. I stood in the schoolyard and watched. Something inside me knew how to pick the right girl. It wasn't about tall or short, fat or skinny, light skin or dark skin, a pretty face or a not ugly face. It had to do with posture. A weak person has terrible posture. A strong person has a posture not worth noting. I was looking for good posture carefully maintained. I was looking for the girl who would ...