Author: DiscipleN

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch5. [Fm, reluctant, oral, spank, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 5

 

Near dusk, Mother found us wiping picture frames and polishing furniture. She studied our work in minute detail. “What’s left on the checklist?”

“I think we got it all, Ruth.” Words I never would have spoken to her.

She had pinned the list to the refrigerator, with a magnet. Studying it, she coughed. “Did you sand the crossbeams?”

“I don’t remember that on the list.” Andrew cocked his head.

Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?”

“I was washing the rugs out back.”

“Excuses!” She told her grandson, “That’s part of the room scrubbing. The humidity weakens the surface of those two timbers. Even if you oil them, you have to sand them once a year and apply fresh oil.

“Sorry. I’ll get to it after supper.”

“You’ll have to move out half of the furniture again to avoid drips.” She shook her head. “I don’t blame you, Grandson.” Until then, she had called him, Andy. “I see I should have been more specific. I trusted your mother to remember something that important. I was wrong.” She sighed and looked at her daughter. “You look proper worn out today, Ingrid. You can’t be expected to remember everything. I’ll help you in the kitchen.” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch4. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 
 

Chapter 4

 

I had a fabulous day at work. Books flew through the system, delighting patron and Claire alike. Afterwards, Garrick and I made love before our son returned from school, and cuddled that night. I enjoy my man’s embrace as much as I enjoy getting off with him. I rose early and made breakfast.

Andrew surprised me. He revealed the collar and aimed it at my throat. “Mom, you cut it – you pay for it.” The cut I’d made was sharp. It scratched my neck while he showed me how to buy a replacement online. The pictures on that website disgusted me, even though I knew, the BDSM they depicted was a sham, fantasies at best.

“You’re lucky I don’t make you replace it with a chastity belt.” He hissed.

I drew the line at paying for it with a credit card. I took online anonymity very seriously.

“No problem, Mom. I already set up an account with a porn friendly escrow site. Transfer the cost to my account there, and we’re good.”

“We’re never going to be ‘good’ if you keep harassing me.” I sent the money. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch3. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid)
by DiscipleN

 
 

Chapter 3

 

My mother visited for Andrew’s fifteenth birthday. She had visited a couple times since my aborted trip, but this was for her grandson. Her medical treatments ended a year prior. Her hair had regrown to shoulder length. Instead of cookies she brought advice. “You’re a man now, Andrew. Your mother and father have raised a fine son. I’m proud of you. They’re proud of you.” She held out her hand. I heard metal tinkle. “It’s not new, but it’s not a junker. I wanted to give you one you have to work for. It’ll need a lot of care and money, until you can afford to buy your own. If I hear that you’ve weaseled your parents into fixing it, I’ll take it back.”

“Mom!” I gasp, “You can’t give him a car. He can’t even drive for another year!”

“Wendy, that’s too much!” Garrick supported me.

“Hush.” My mother snapped. She smirked at her grandson. “I put the car in your name, Andrew, but I’m giving the key to your mother.” Her arm swung. A ring of matching keys dropped in my lap. “Andrew, this isn’t a gift as much as it is a test. If you can be responsible for a wonky car, you can be responsible for anything that motivates you.” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch2. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid) Chapters 2
by DiscipleN

 
 

Chapter 2

 

Over the next two years I kept Andrew from using me indiscriminately, by changing my morning routines. If I didn’t sleep in and busied myself outside, Andrew was too shy to bother me. Which meant, I went to bed earlier and exhausted. My marital sex life suffered, but I only jacked off my son six times over those two years. I’m not sure the trade-off was worth it. I wanted my husband’s love, but to get the hot sex I craved, I had to disrupt his work at home more frequently. He grew irritable.

“Ingrid, darling, you used to save it for bedtime. Can’t you wait?”

If I waited, I’d be too tired to bone my big man. “Nooo.” I whined.

He capitulated that day, but starting the following week, he worked one less day at home and one more at his office. It actually helped smooth over our mutual overfamiliarity.

Andrew caught me at home during one of those extra days his father worked away. I hadn’t adapted my routine quickly enough to keep a safe distance. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch1. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid)

by DiscipleN

*For extra context, please read my first “Sub M.O.M.S.” story.

if early teen shenanigans ain’t your thing, ignore instead of down voting

Chapter 1

“My name is Ingrid Muldurhoek, and my son has been in charge of me for ten years.” I smiled at the group. No matter how embarrassed or ashamed or worried at these meetings, I could manage a smile. I suspect, because of my smile and that I manage a small library, I was chosen to organize them. ‘SMOMS’ have no leaders. There is only one person charge of a member, unless they have more than one son.

Until ten years ago, the idea of sons sexually dominating their mothers, would have elicited my librarian, postive neutral smile, ‘Oh, I’m sorry, that subject isn’t available from public libraries. My career as a librarian had brought me within a year or two of becoming my branch’s head librarian. I was achieving all of my humble desires, professionally and for my family. My husband loved his work. My son was about to begin high school. Andrew was a charmer but not in a sexual way, to me. Read more »

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 2/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, satire]

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica
by DiscipleN

– part 2 –

Patrick kept me on a short leash, supplying my vape only when he thought I would crack. If our outing hadn’t been so fun, my cravings would have caught up with me. I might have cracked more often. I stayed close to him, to get my fix ASAP. After a fix, I was ready to conquer my husband.

“Are you sure you brought along enough charges and spare batteries?” I huffed a fix nervously, outside of our cabin. The night air was cold and a little spooky.

“Yeah, Mom. If not, they’re sold everywhere.”

“Not in a national park, they don’t.” I had been keeping an eye out for emergency supplies. “And hey, aren’t you a little young to be buying vape goods?”

“Took you long enough to notice. I don’t. I pay adults to buy it.”

“Where’d you get the money?”

“I stole it from you.”

“Oh.” I’d almost forgotten he was limiting my funds. “Are you having fun?”

“Kinda,” He admitted in a teenager’s, half surly way. “I wish we were home.” Read more »

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 1/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, anal, satire]

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F satire]
by DiscipleN

*For extra context, please read my first, “S.M.O.M.S.” story. (“The Origin” is not the first one. This story breaks-out from the first. All are self-contained.)

“My name is, Jessica Mayhew, and I will have been under my son’s control for one year, five days from now.” I despise every one of the needy cunts in the room. They try not to stare at my nearly naked, shaved body. More than one are probably bi. I’ve heard their stories. I’ve watched them listen around the circle of chairs in the dim light of one candle. They soak up each other’s guilt and grief and shame. They need reassuring, that their suffering can be eased by sharing with other victims of the same weakness.

I am neither weak nor ashamed. My son, Patrick, pays for his transgressions. My husband has caught us on several occasions, and I may have hinted the possibility to Ron beforehand. Remembering the first time we were caught still gets me off when I want alone time. Ron sent Trick to the hospital. The police were called. Trick told them his father had actually saved him from a beating by a mugger. We were a tight-knit family, getting along on a knife’s edge. Patrick has his mother’s genes for strength and arrogance. Ron is simply a bastard. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, END [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 5

The town of Danlick stayed out of reach for many days. The roads were too muddy, the weather too inclement. We huddled in the loft with Luke and kept to ourselves. Outside, downpours could not slow rumors of my miraculous recovery. Hory’s manhood found strength again. He used me gently, but spilled his seed outside of my puss. Milk returned to my breasts. He told me, it was all his sucking that made them spring back to life. Laughter came easily between us during those rains.

We did not work. Leaks sprang from the roof. The pigs fouled themselves. Some starved. When we heard their desperate cries, we sprang to rescue them. Five days and nights in the rain flushed our sweat from us. We managed to save most of them.

I had two visitors in the eight days of rain that followed. Reverend Hannity pulled off his muddy boots at the door before entering. I held it open. Hory invited him in. We lunched and prayed together, thanking the lord for another miracle and future good health. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 4 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 4

Baptists refute canonical sainthood, but their stories survive. Many are regarded as important thinkers or heroes of the faith. Pastors de-emphasize their supposed miracles but quote their works.

The folk of Danlick believed in Saint Dunlop. I would need time to prepare myself to reach her. A month was not enough time. Fortified by Mrs. Orchard’s community, though her christian name came difficult to my tongue, I suffered Hory’s forcefulness without lapsing into despair. I neither felt nor sought pleasure from his manhood. Working farm and sty centered my emotions, lifted me above the darkness that tugged at my soul. My love for Luke increased every day. He was a blessing, if not in the way my neighbors imagined. A month after returning from Danlick, I was gathering eggs from our small hen house. Turning I shook feathers and dung from my apron. I looked up. Hortense had been enlarging one of the pens. His tools stood against a rail. I saw John Tuttle leading my son away. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 3 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 3

Our first child was born two months after Grandfather passed away. Hortence was twenty and unmarried. Twice, women in the township had met him with obvious intent. One was nearly my age and reeked of desperation, for alcohol not a husband. The other was a cute fireball who expected men to jump when she snapped her fingers. I can’t say who disappointed my son more. He rejected both, simply by not inviting them again.

I had kept my pregnancy a secret. A backwoods church is the center of community events and religious services. I received comments about gaining weight, but I never encouraged that falsehood. My past lies weighed heavily. About the time of my third month, incredible rumors crisscrossed communities for fifty miles. Every third week or so, news came of a miracle baby. Folk assumed the nonsense regarded a particular baby, born to an unwed mother. With successive tales giving details of births to different mothers who were solid members of society, a pattern formed, a pattern who’s familiarity terrified me. The women, their husbands all casualties in the war, had born sons in recent months. My peers suggested the reality of lonely women succumbing to temptation. Consistent rumors over the next three months, from different communities, inspired a truth of faith, especially when the rumors claimed the miracle sons resembled the lost fathers! Pastors began to laud the “Danlick Blessings.” God was giving sons to devout Christian widows. Locals attending church nearly doubled. Hope and pride, devastated by the war, swelled in their hearts. Read more »