Perchance to Dom Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

Perchance to Dom Ch. 3

... bed for some lube. "Raise your ass. I don't want to get this stuff on my bed." She obeyed and I spread the cool gel over her blushing patches. She had a wonderfully plump ass. When my hand reached between the back of her thighs, Bette cooed. I was groping my toy's wet pussy when father knocked at my door. "Walt, what's going on in there?" "I'm engaged in a private matter with Bette, Father." "Finish up and tell her to see me in the living room." That finished us, right then. I withdrew my hand from Bette's wet hole. I wiped with a tissue while she adjusted her skirt. We met Father a minute after his knock. My worst fears were realized when I witnessed Father urge Bette to transfer to another department in their employer's company. He didn't want to see her around ever again. I yelled at Father after Bette had driven away. He tore up my temporary driver's license. It was conditional on a parent's signature. "You did nothing wrong until your outburst, Son. Ms. Travers was using you to coerce me into an act of infidelity." He handed the shreds of paper to me for disposing. Something wasn't right. He'd had no problem with Bette going into my room. I clenched the paper bits in my hand. There was only one person who could have influenced Father. Had he been topped by his bottom? I didn't seek out Mother until the next day. She sat in a posture more relaxed than I'd seen before. Her fingers seemed to dance upon the keyboard easily with few errors. Her cute little bulge of a few ...

... extra pounds wasn't thick enough to support the breadth of her chest. Her flowing auburn hair bent slightly from ends stuck in the middle-back of her wool sweater. Father kept the house at a cool 68F. "I thought you didn't place conditions on Father's fidelity." Mother stopped typing and sighed. "Father instructed you to not interrupt when I'm working." She pulled out the heavy firepower. "It seems, Father's decrees aren't absolute in his house. What exception did you use to stop Bette from coming here again?" "Your father has his own definitions for pride and honor. I asked him if he thought they were synonymous." "Your saying that his honor to be faithful to you was endangered by his pride of me becoming a responsible adult." "You're inferring a lot from a simple question. You're more wrong than I could convince you." Therefore it wasn't worth trying to convince me. Mother's sly evasion was fuel for my passions. I remembered recent times when I yearned for this woman who had created me. She was strong and beautiful and a spirit few had the ability to own. I didn't, yet. I put my hand on her shoulder. My grip startled her for a second. "You'll see Bette again, just not as often." She said. "Did Father bring her here for me the first time?" "That's not the sort of thing he tells me." I released her shoulder when I saw her hand reach for mine. Its warmth would have melted my coldness, my feeble technique to resist falling completely for her. "Thank you, Mother." In only a few ...