Perchance to Dom Ch. 2 - Sex Stories

Perchance to Dom Ch. 2

Chapter 2 Grandpop and I were playing a cooperative RPG on the living room's game console. We'd never done that before. A suspicious thought occurred to me. Had mother told her father about Cheryl and I? "Do you know when a boy becomes a man, Walter?" It was a classic intro into a lecture. He'd never done that before. I mean, not much. "You said it was when you get a car." "Yes, but you don't seem to want the expense of a car, so think of my advice as a metaphor for women." "Finally going to take me to that brothel, Grandpa?" "That expense is worse. Sex doesn't make a man. It makes babies." "Yeah, it's about responsibility." "Your parents were responsible for your first fifteen years. Since then, you've become more responsible for yourself, but a man is responsible for others." "Mother's responsible too." "You mother is devoted, diligent, disciplined, and smarter than all the men in her home, but she's not responsible for anything but what she's told." "I'll be changing your diapers, Daddy, long after you remember who I am." "That's only because you love me. Get me a beer. No. Bring two." "Yes, Father." Mom went to the fridge, plucked two bottles, opened them, stepped into the living room, and handed them to us. Serving me was illegal, but that fact hadn't fazed her. She did flash me a look that might have said, "You can say no." Then she resumed her post before her laptop at the kitchen table. I sipped mine. I'd had beer before, not that brand, but I wasn't a fan. I was ...

... not going to complain to my grandfather. "Not your first?" "This brand." "Tastes like dishwater from an oatmeal bowl, right? It's what your father likes. Your mother knows I hate this brand, but does she do something about it?" "She did what you told her." "That's right. Even though your mother really does love her daddy, she doesn't feel it's her responsibility to stock a few beers that I enjoy." "But if you told her to-" "Your grandfather would have to pay for them." Mother was not going pretend she wasn't involved in a conversation between men. "Lisa, let us talk." I got it then. Mother would be spending Father's money. Grandpa didn't have authority over Father. "Thanks, Gramps. You've given me a lot to think about." He ended up killing more Orcs than I before Father arrived from work. "Hello, Anthony, please stay for supper." "Nope. My work here is done." He smiled at Dad, patted my head, and told Mom to get his sweater. Father kissed mother after she'd seen Grandpa to his car. "Can dinner wait?" She nodded. He took her into the master bedroom. I called Cheryl. I hadn't decided to go all the way yet. Cheryl was a good charge, but I wasn't sure I wanted to make her a full sex slave. That would be a lot of responsibility. We talk about camping one night that weekend. "Walt?" Father's voice shook adrenalin into my blood. It came from their bedroom. "Come in here for a minute." "I've gotta go." My voice shook. I closed the flip cover on her response. I told Dad, "I'll be right ...