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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 »

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 »

Meeting someone off the internet [MFF]

Thanks again for all the great feedback in my prior stories. I decided to write about a more recent experience this time. My husband and I have dabbled some in the sub/dom kinks, with him most often being the dom. I will sometimes be dominate when I play with others, but with him, I’m just naturally submissive. For this story, we will call my husband John, who is 6 feet, brown hair, blue eyes, athletic body, and a sexy dark beard. As a reminder, I’m 5’2″ and petite with brown hair, brown eyes, and a 32B bra size :D.

John was working one night and I was browsing around the internet, my mind wandering aimlessly. I perused through the dirtyr4r subreddit to see if there was anything of interest. One post caught my eye, a female searching for another female to be their dom. I was intrigued enough to respond, although was not expecting much, figuring about 80% of female posts there are guys cat fishing. I quickly got a response back and we exchanged verification pictures. I was pleasantly surprised to find she was 100% real and 100% sexy. She had dark hair that had been died blue/purple at the ends with sexy sparkling eyes. I noted that she had a amazingly shaped body, with a large chest but the rest of her being very fit. For this story, I will refer to her as Megan. Read more »

Becoming Justified [Mf] [Cheat]

“What do you want to do?” I asked… but there was a long pause. I turned the ignition off and removed the key placing the set on the dashboard.

I looked over at her and with my index finger pointed her face towards me. She looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

The moon roof was open and the moon was glowing through the window showing her features. The air was cool and crisp. We or I rather selected a road less traveled just a mile or two from her house. I had ill intentions… I wanted to fuck her. I wasn’t going to be the typical male asshole and do it against her will, no… simply not. I wanted her to ask, beg, demoralize herself… and leave her inhibitions behind. I wasn’t going to talk her into it either.

Time passed.

I sat back against the seat and scoped the forest because we were on a hill… unfortunate with all the trees you couldn’t see the city from this position. I made a mental note that next time I’d need to select a place with a view. Read more »

[MF] First time cumming inside of my exgf [cheating-I didn’t know]

She texted me “Happy Thanksgiving.”

I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks. I broke up with her earlier that semester. I didn’t think much of the text and wished her a happy thanksgiving too. She was visiting family in Vermont and I was at home in Miami. After texting for a little bit, we realized we were both going to be in NY. We decided that we should meet up in NY and then catch a ride together to our university.

When I arrive in NY, we both met up at the hotel so I could drop off my stuff. The first thing I noticed was the queen size bed. I thought she was going to get two twin beds, like we had agreed earlier. I had no intention of doing anything with her. She said this was the only room they had left.

We meet up with one of my other friends from college. We go to their party and have a blast. We drink. We smoke. And we are both pretty cross faded at this point. We decide to go back to the hotel room. Read more »

[FM] I recently swallowed a Redditor’s cum in the mall. Was told I should share here.

I didn’t expect it to go like this.

I keep thinking it should have been more weird, or awkward, to suck a random Redditor off in the bathroom. But it was a pure adrenaline rush. Everything went the way I hoped.

So, I was going on a shopping trip with my man tonight (Yes, I have a man already. Judge me, you fuckers). And yeah, I had a covert BJ planned. Just a little suck-n-move.

It just sounded so hot to me. Getting some stranger off in such a public place, right around the corner from my man. I’m not really a big fan of drama, or blow-up fights, but I love to be naughty sometimes. So, I couldn’t help it ;P. Hence, the covert actions.

Anyway, we shopped around for a bit, and I kept checking my phone for the time. When it was almost time for my “appointment,” I told him that I had to look at some more clothes in Macy’s, and I could meet him at Game Stop or something. Read more »

First Meeting with My Long-Distance FWB Part 2!! [FM] [True Story] [Cheating]

Find [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7snluo/first_meeting_with_my_longdistance_fwb_fm_true/) here…

So after we both get cleaned up and calmed down, we decide to go have dinner. We both know that we love Italian food and settle on a good spot in a neighboring casino on the strip. And let me tell you, it was awkward as hell. We are both feeling nervous/guilty about what we’ve just done, but also still so turned on and into each other. Neither one of us could really finish eat, but we tried our best. It wasn’t until she looked at me across the table and said, “I can feel you leaking out of me and down my thighs” that we both laughed and felt at ease and turned on enough to try to finish our meals and head back to the room…

We get back and both get into comfortable clothes — loose shorts and a tank for her, super soft PJ shorts and a tshirt for me. We curl up on the bed, pour some wine, and put on a movie to try and relax. After a few glasses of wine and back-and-forth talking/joking, we can both tell that while we’re back to being nervous/scared, we’re also turned on. Talking turns into kissing. Kissing turns into groping. And soon it’s a full-on makeout and grope session. We both agree that we’re not quite up to sex again, still trying to work through in our heads what we’ve done. But we’re too turned on to do nothing… Read more »