S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support) [inc] [m/F] [mdom/Fsub]

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support)

by DiscipleN

"H-hello. My name is Claire McBice, and I have been under my son's control for nearly two weeks." It's hard to take a breath after introducing myself. The small circle of women listening may be my last hope to escape dire circumstances. My marriage is on the verge of collapse. My eldest daughter has fled our home, and my youngest boy will undoubtedly, soon discover his older brother's crimes against me and his father. I am filled with fear, but right now I am more afraid of these middle-aged women huddling in the light of one candle, who may be able to keep me from going insane.

This group is supposedly one of many around the world comprising an organization in only the loosest sense. Most are in America where it started some time after the civil war. No one knows who started it or where it began, but it wasn't well organized until the fifties. Before then a few lucky thousands of women were helped. Now it's guessed that hundreds of thousands of son ravished mothers have been helped. It still isn't officially an organization. There aren't leaders. Most circles hardly know one other. Unlike AA, if you're lucky enough to be invited into a group, that's the only group you'll likely ever have.

First Time post:Lost in The Woods (ff)

Chapter 1

I woke up alone in the dark. The ground was soft and damp, fresh from a light rain that was just turning to a fine mist. The sounds of the forest were slowly starting to rustle and chirp now that the rain was letting up.

I felt refreshed from my sleep but oddly tranquil, considering I'd no idea how I'd come to be in the middle of a forest. I lived in a 5th floor walk-up in Brooklyn, and even though I could sprint to the park in less than 10 minutes from my doorstep, I was clearly not in the park. Or the city for that matter.

I should have been terrified, or at the very least, alarmed. Instead, I was relieved and comforted, like I'd finally arrived at my destination after a few wrong turns. I must admit, I wasn't entirely sure that I wasn't still dreaming in my bed, but I figured I might as well have a look around until I woke up for real. Most of my dreams were usually frightfully dull, so I'd try to enjoy this one while it lasted.

A Night on the Town [MF]

The night was dark and rainy, like many are in October in the bustling metropolis of London. It had been a long day at work for Amanda, but thankfully, it was Friday. She had nothing to do the next day, except perhaps sleep late and pamper herself with a bath. As darkness fell, the gloominess of the day was banished by the lights of the city. Like any other Friday, the city had a buzz of cheer and excitement as people made their way home for the weekend, despite the chill and rain. Amanda took the tube back to her small apartment. She had been invited out by her best friend Sarah, for a night on the town, and the prospect excited her. The 26 year old marketing associate was glad to strip off her low heel shoes, fitted black slacks and jacket. She took a second to look over her body while undoing the white cotton shirt that covered her upper body.

The Addict – Part 1 (m/f, office sex, erotica, humor)

My name is Jerome Baxter, I’m twenty eight years old, and I have a confession to make. Ahem.

I’m addicted to boobs.

“Whatever, dumb ass, all men love titties,” is what you’re probably thinking right now, right? And you would be correct. However, I’m not sure you could find a guy who loves them more than I do. Or thinks about them as much as I do. Or pulls up pictures of them on the internet as many times as I do.

I’m not real particular about size or shape, either. I love a jiggly D cup as much as I like a perky A cup. Once, in college, I dated a girl who had a lazy eye and buck teeth, but she had a rack you could take a bullet for. About a 38 C, firm, but bouncy. Yeah, I love boobs, but I also love the women they’re attached to. Women. Soft and strong, open and loving. I don’t understand the female gender very well, but I am a fan. A huge fan. Hell, I even qualify as a groupie. Everything about women makes my heart race and my mind wander. All types, tall, petite, chubby, skinny, I’m not a picky man. As long as she’s fun to be around, I’m cool. But let’s get back to the titties, shall we?

Excerpt from Velocirapture by Desdemona Devereaux [mf],[ff],[oral],[bi]

“The galaxy is broken,” Lexxia had informed the Academy of Spirit-Sciences. “Dying. We harnessed the greatest power in the universe without properly understanding it, now we have reaped the consequences of that folly.”

She looked out over the audience seated in the amphitheater. It was a sparse group, thinned out and indifferent. She hadn’t expected anything more. It was not a popular theory.

“The source of that power is inside us all, as you know. It is the Salaxastrum, the Spirit-Element. Those adept enough to manipulate that energy can draw upon it. When this is done properly, with the appropriate training and discipline, wonders can be accomplished. When it is not…”

She looked to her assistant and the young woman brought up an image on the great screen that stood behind her. It depicted the rifts that cut across the galaxy like jagged scars. It was as if space itself were cracked like glass and prepared to shatter.

“But we have discovered something in what was broken that may allow us to repair it,” she promised, looking to her assistant. “Bring out the specimen,” she commanded.

First cuckold kiss, The taste of betrayal

This is the story of the second time I was cuckolded. This was about 8 or 9 months after my first experience as a cuckold. Me and Rylee had broken up. I had gotten kicked out of our school. She started going out with this older kid who had choked me unconscious in the hallway once during a fight. The whole school knew they were fucking. Honestly he was probably fucking her while we were dating. I was still a virgin, she had never let me get farther then 3rd base. The closest thing id ever gotten to sex was cumming on Rylees feet and leg while she was passed out after she had just let another boy fuck her on my bed.

But life goes on, I started to go to a new school. The school that Rylee had just transferred from to go to the school I had just been kicked out of. So incidentally she had a lot of friends at that school. I started going out with a going out with a girl named Sierra.

PICS http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/3605285/my_cheating_girlfriend_sierra.html

Under The Office [MF] [Str8]

I see her walk in through the revolving glass doors every morning. Half the time she’s digging through her black leather purse for her ID card. She glides through the room seamlessly without ever looking up until she finds it just before the security desk. Her hair flips behind her as she looks up smiling and a part of me feels like it’s for me. It’s the best part of my morning sweep. I time it exactly too. At 8:50am she walks through that door, blazer open, rich auburn hair flowing down her back, skirt slightly sliding up her thighs. I imagine how soft her skin is and how it would feel to run my hands over every inch of those thighs.

The security guard nods his head and smiles. “Good morning, Amy.”

“Morning Jon, how are you?”

“I’m good, nice day isn’t it?

Amy chuckles for a second. “Yeah, too bad I’ll be trapped behind a desk all day!”

His smile widens. “There’s always tomorrow, right?”

The Master and his Pixies [fantasy, mdom, pixies]

The sun is setting…

I groan softly.

As it often does these days my mind wanders. My life has become so different from what it used to be that I still sometimes find it hard to believe. We are taught many things as we are growing up. Humanity has learned so much about the universe we have deluded ourselves into thinking we understand far more than we do.

Humans have progressed steadily from the beginning.

Wrong.

There is no magic.

Wrong.

The truth is that humanity has risen to peaks before. We have learned to master great forces in the past only to see destruction rage and our knowledge being lost. You doubt me. Of course you do. But as I look around at my castle the proof is rather obvious. You are wrong.

I groan again.

A small sweet little voice pulls me back to the present.

”Nooooooo…. Tooo big.”

That would be Pink. The sweetest one. She does not have a hostile or mean bone in her body. So of course she is the target for all the others. Cause while I do love them most of the rest can be nasty little bitches far too often. But being hungry can do that to a pixie.

A walk in the woods [MF]

The weather reflected Katherine’s mood. She had never felt so alone and the black skies and bitter winds helped to numb her mind from the deep sense of sorrow that her loss had caused. At the still tender age of 18, Katherine had watched both of her parents and her sister succumb to the ravages of the Black Death. Over the course of those terrible two months, death had come gradually but with resolution and inevitability casting a shadow over a once happy home. The whole country was affected by the plague and society had begun to break down. Religious fanatics roamed streets filled with doctors and the body collectors, claiming that the pandemic was the result of man’s sins. Almost every family had lost someone and the comings and goings of normal life had been largely suspended.

Howls of Lust II [fantasy, werewolf, blood, force, WF]

Midnight…

Juliet waits.

It has been 2 months since her first encounter with the creature she now calls ‘my wolf’. In that time she has changed. Everyone has commented on it. She has become much more forceful. Juliet was never someone you would call a shrinking violet but the differences were stark. In the last month she has dumped her long-term boyfriend. Found a new job. Completely revamped the operation of her parent’s farm and more.

Her emotions were all over the place. Some days she was just giddy and filled with life. Taking joy in every little task and smiling with ease. Other days she worried. Snapped. Isolated herself from everyone and heaven help anybody who attempted to lure her out. She was intense. Everybody said so.

Juliet was aware of all of this. Only she knew why.

Him.

Some days she swore to herself that she would leave. Get on a plane and get as far away from him as possible. But no matter how many times she reached for the phone she could not bring herself to do it.