Author: DiscipleN

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 2 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

Chapter 2

Hortense found me rewrapping my foot with a dish cloth. I had cleaned his shirt with soap and full boiling water. Sensing the emergency was over, my son reverted to practical matters. “I’m hungry, Ma. Did Greatgran eat yet?”

I sliced headcheese and tore chunks of bread for both of them. I skipped eating. How my body was sore from a foot wound, I could not explain it. My foot felt somewhat better by supper. I made a stew. Hory helped to wash the dishes. I cleaned up Grandpa after dinner. He grabbed my breasts. Hory caught him at it.

“Don’t touch her, Gramps!”

Regis took his hand off my dress and sulked. Hory put his great-grandfather in his room early. He latched it shut and came to me.

“You will sleep with me, tonight.”

Blood rushed to my face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go into town.”

“You will give me a fuck every night until you can.” My son whispered. Had he learned what Regis knew?

The words he used last night had been reserved. A day later they had turned foul. “Son, you mustn’t put your seed in me. Let me-” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch.1 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

– all characters herein, who act explicitly, are 18 or older. –
– For extra context, please read my first SMOMS (submissive mothers organized for mutual support) story, set in modern times. Go to my profile and click on the POSTS tab.
– I’ll claim, the difference between porn and erotica is, porn is ridiculous, erotica less so. This here be some crazy shit.

Chapter 1

I cannot blame my downfall on the lie I told, just as spring is not at fault for melting frozen rivers. I would have died, from despair’s noose, if my last son had been taken to avenge the Yankee villains who killed his father and brother. So I lied to the man who wore gray rags proudly. I lied to his brave recruits who had lied about their ages, to avenge their families. I told them my boy was twelve. He was sixteen at the time. Neighbors did not betray us. All had lost sons and husbands. It helped that Hortense’s stature is slight, hardly taller than myself. When my boy eventually chose to grasp me, two years later, my diminutive build was as much at fault for casting me into mortal sin as was the lie. Read more »

Demom’s Angels, parts 8-end. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 8 —

During the night, red curtains swirled across their mother’s dreams. They were a veil resisting her questions. She wanted to call the demon’s name but couldn’t remember it. A couple times, she heard her husband say, “I’ve missed you. I’ve suffered an eternity.”

She awoke sweating in the middle of the night. She shook getting out of bed. Stumbling across the carpet, she steadied herself catching the door knob. Carefully she exited her room and shuffled down the hall. The children’s door hung open. They lay naked together in the boy’s bed. His hand was next the girl’s vee. Her hand was wet with his cum, cupping his cock like a flashlight.

Tracy knelt down and kissed their foreheads.

“Mommy?”

“Mom?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

Somehow they fit together perfectly in the small bed.

The mom woke to her children’s hugs. She kissed them awake. “Rise and shine my beautiful darlings. We’re going to be late.”

They weren’t much late after showing together, soaping and scrubbing each other, and toweling. Tracy warmed store bought danish, which they ate on the way to the bus stop. They missed the optimal ride, but caught the next. The children reached school in time. Read more »

Demom’s Angels, parts 6-7. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 6 —

Vanice laughed. “Beezub! what was that, a great dane?”

Tracy sat in the passenger seat frantically wiping her pants with tissues. “After the boxer and the dachshund, I thought we’d never reach your car.”

“Poor little wiener dog had to watch the big dogs nose into your crotch.”

“I’ll never get the slobber out of my panties.”

“Trust me. That won’t stop the guys I’m taking you to, from adding their slobber.”

“Just drive.” Tracy was already exasperated at her night out.

“Yessah, missus lady mistress.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re lucky I want cock tonight, instead of clerk.”

The club was a white box with colored lights splayed over the front, strobing to the music within. Read more »

Demom’s Angels, parts 4-5. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 4 —

When Vanice was late to work, usually after a night of conquest, Tracy was allowed to use a master code to unlock the shop’s alarms and raise the storefront’s shutter.

It was a busy day. Payday, for a lot of customers. Vanice sauntered in a hour before Tracy’s lunchbreak. She went to work like a pro. Tracy returned from lunch, and her boss was beaming. The lunch rush had ended and the store was empty for the first time that day.

“Mmmm, it was pure hunk junk, a fat hunk of man flesh inside me, last night.” Vanice had sharing issues.

Before she could change the topic, Tracy’s mind imagined a hispanic prick the size of a guitar sticking out of yesterday’s deliverer’s crotch. Her pelvis clenched at the vision. “Vanice, the cash register was having trouble connecting to the net.” Tracy hoped it had gone unnoticed.

“Honey, I don’t mean to be rude, but unless you’re bleeding, I still need you cover the hour you missed, yesterday. And no PMS lip about it back to me, okay?”

“That’s not it. Just a spasm, Vanice. I’m fine. Work me to the bone, today.” Read more »

Demom’s Angels, parts 1-3. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels
by DiscipleN

Tracey Nians loaded the dishwasher carefully. It was old and cranky, and if you didn’t know where the sweet spots were, dishes ended up dirtier. She couldn’t entrust the chore to her thirteen year old, Howard, or her nine year old, Mina. Although, the daughter was more reliable than her son.

Cooking and cleaning hadn’t gotten easier after her husband’s death. Tasks reminding her of her love’s absence required extra effort. Tears made the housework easier. Hadn’t she had cried them long enough, according to conventional wisdom?

Tracy opened herself to a new relationship, but dates felt like adultery, and get togethers with friends and an extra friend felt like nothing at all. She pined for her one true love. Maybe she always would. So be it. There were dishes to wash. She poured the soup, closed the hatch, latched it, and spun the dial.

The machine gurgled to life as water galloped through an orifice choked with mineral deposits. The pump groaned and shuddered. The spray holes were harpies screeching dizzily from clunking blades. Read more »

27 JAGed Pills ch 3, p2 [mF, mf, inc, ms, alien, rape, tentacle, mind break, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Was I jealous? Why should I be? I’d let my daughter fuck my son for months, three times as often as I fucked him. I told myself I was jealous for Caroline, as if that made any sense. Nothing did about my son’s love affair. Why should I?

When I told the clerk to cancel our appointment, I recalled how she always smiled, as if she knew a secret. This time she sputtered.”But, Ma-am, you c-can’t do that.”

“It’s done.” I hung up. I went to my room and threw my five bottles of Pannusflush into my bedroom wastebasket. They had added to my prescription, after Rory’s exam.

My phone rang. “Ms. Bollinger, you must bring your daughter in for the exam.” The clerk had found her voice. “Her health is in serious danger.”

“Fuck you!” I hung up. My fury had a new outlet. I wanted my son’s prick to calm me, but I found him in his room, fucking Lana. “When the hell did you get here?”

“The moment I watched your son get off of your daughter, from outside her window.” She had taken to stalking us.

“Why don’t you fucking move in already.” Read more »

27 JAGed Pills ch 3, p1 [mF, mf, inc, ms, alien, rape, tentacle, mind break, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Jerry and I returned home late that night. I didn’t ask him about Caroline. I did tell him, he had better fuck Lana for a week, for breaking his promise. I don’t think he hated his punishment.

“Okay.” He said. He went to bed.

I looked in on Rory. I sighed at the sight. The bed frame sagged under her. She wheezed unconsciously. I blew her a kiss and whispered, “Sleep well.”

I crawled into my bed and ran down two sets of batteries.

“Rory was still sick the next morning. I was walking to her room, when she ran out and into the bathroom.

I heard her vomit and flush. I found her pale and sweating.

“My stomach really hurts, Mom.” She looked piteous. “Do I have to keep taking those pills?” She was crying.

“NO!” I shouted. “I’m going to kill that doctor and blow up that stupid research lab.” Unfortunately stopping the drug required a lengthy time of decreasing dosage. Read more »

27 JAGed Pills Ch. 2 (part 2) [mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Chapter 2 (part 2)

by DiscipleN

Rory screamed. I rated it. That should last her for a few hours. I backed into my room. After Jerry’s and Rory’s doors opened and closed in succession, I returned to my son’s room and knocked.

“Could you get a damp cloth from the bath, Mom?”

“I don’t mind.” I opened the door.

My son looked up from his glistening monstrosity. “I told you to get me a wet towel, Mom.”

He had taken to ordering me about. My sweet son had learned the full power of his super power. “Fine.” I trivialized obeying him. It was just a hand towel. I wet it in the sink until the water ran hot.

“I see you took off your underwear for me.” He shook his palm at the towel. “You clean me.”

I kneeled to the rug and grabbed his bean stalk with my empty hand. My other hand wiped the drying cum and cunt juice from his glowing flesh.

“I don’t know, Mom.” He worried. “There might be more inside. You’d better suck on it to make sure you clean it completely.”

“Jerry-” I tried. Read more »

27 JAGed Pills Ch. 2 (part 1) [mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Chapter 2 (part 1)

by DiscipleN

The next night, Rory and I consulted. “Mom, these pills are crap!”

“Rory Bollinger! you will take your birth control like an adult.”

“Not those. Pantyflash isn’t working, I gained a whole pound since yesterday!” She meant Pannusflush, but I didn’t correct her.

“So did I, but if we stop taking them, we won’t have given them enough of a chance.”

“I’ll make dinner, then.” She declared.

Frankly, I was getting a bit tired of super rich and sweet meals. After a three fourths pound of prime rib, Jerry had presented us with his latest concoction, bacon guacamole spread thick over graham crackers, and that wasn’t even dessert! “Dinner is your brother’s chore. I promised him. If you think the pills aren’t working, then eat less and exercise more.”

“I would, but your exercise sessions are crowding out my time with Jerry before my bedtime.”

“You will not keep your fucking brother up late!” I swore. “You both need a full night’s sleep before school days.”

“So you knew I know you’re fucking your son!” Rory stormed, desperate to get an edge over me. Read more »