Chapter 14

I awaited my dad’s return home with a combination of eagerness and uneasiness. Despite my greatly increased self-confidence after the second night with my mother, I knew I had a lot to learn about being a dominant and controlling others, both in general and, especially, in both sexual and BDSM activities, and I was hoping he would enlighten me. I had started to actualize some of my teenage fantasies, and I was hoping to be able to do more of that.

My mom and sister had gone out right after lunch, bound for the mall and some shopping. Based on what they were discussing as they left, I figured whatever mom bought would be NSFW and Pam wouldn’t get anything she could wear to school.

I was sitting on the living room sofa, nursing a glass of iced tea, when dad arrived and set down his luggage and laptop bag in the foyer. He went into the kitchen and came back carrying a glass of iced tea for himself. After putting the glass on the end table next to me, he settled into the armchair to my right. Ever since he walked into the house, his expression had been serious, but now he took a sip of tea, gave me a wide smile, and opened the conversation by going directly to the point.

“So, did you enjoy having sex with your mother?”

Okay, no small talk, let’s get right into it. “Yes, I did.”

“Like your mother said, you never expressed any interest in sex, so what you’ve done over the past few days has been a very welcome surprise for both me and your mom.”

“It’s certainly been a surprise for me, too, first with Pam and then with mom.”

“As you now know, your mom and I have fantasized a lot about both you and your sister, so we were hoping you and Pam had somehow inherited some of our special interests, and apparently you both have.”

“I think that’s true. Like I told mom, I had my own fantasies; I just never talked about sex with either of you and I never had the opportunity to try any of them until ... well, until first Pam and then mom kind of pushed me into being, quote, the man of the house, unquote.”

“And you liked that?”

“I was unsure at first,” I admitted, “but some of my fantasies were about being in control, sexually, so I kinda just went with it.”

“What about the spankings? How did that affect you?”

“That’s what came first, with each of them. They really punched my buttons on that and the sex just seemed to follow, kind of naturally.”

“Your mom and I talked by phone this morning and she told me about last night. You did more than just spank her.”

“Well, yes, I did, and I’m sure what she did to induce that was intentional. I think she was testing my willingness and my ability to dominate by goading me into punishing her and then being more aggressive with her during sex.”

“And how willing were you?” he pressed.

“I was very willing. I told you I had fantasies about that stuff; I just wasn’t sure I could do it, at least at first.”

“Tell me about your fantasies.”

“A few of them were just about different kinds of sex, because, as you now know, until very recently I hadn’t had much experience. But most of them have been about being in control, with being able to tell a willing submissive what to do, what to wear, how to behave, things like that.”

“Did that control include punishment for misbehavior?” he asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t really think about what both mom and Pam seem to like, some amount of pain that enhances the pleasure, like with spanking.”

“How did that affect your thinking?”

“Since it was good for them, I liked doing it; I got a real psychological high from seeing them respond as they did.”

“How about when you went further with your mother, using the crop on her?”

“I was surprised that it turned her on even more. I’m not sure I understand why, but, if that’s what she wants, I’ll give it to her. I’ve seen that kind of stuff on sites like Kink.com, but I wasn’t sure that real people... ordinary people ... did it to that extent, and I don’t know how to do it safely and effectively.”

He chuckled. “Well, I guess your mom and I qualify as real people, and those techniques can be learned if that’s what you want. But doing that kind of play has to be more than just giving someone what she wants; you have to enjoy the process yourself, as well, or it will just be boring at best.”

I smiled; I was becoming more and more comfortable with this discussion. “Oh, I think I’ll enjoy it. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I’m a lot more confident than I was a couple of weeks ago, both sexually and as a dominant.”

“It’s good that you realize you need to learn more.”

“I do, including why you and mom are so... okay with me not only having sex with her but also dominating her.”

He thought about that for a few seconds, then answered me. “You know your mom and I have fantasized about you and your sister, and you also know I’m a dominant and your mom, despite how she treated Pam, is a submissive. So why are you surprised that we’ve welcomed your... participation in bringing those fantasies to life?”

“I guess it’s just that there’s a difference between fantasy and reality, and I think most husbands wouldn’t be thrilled about sharing their wives, especially with their sons.”

He chuckled. “That’s probably true, but I’m not like most husbands.”

I grinned. “Obviously not. Did you miss mom, especially after you found out she and I were having sex?”

He grinned back at me. “Yes and no. I always love being with your mom, but I wasn’t alone on my trip.” I looked at him questioningly, and he said, “There are some things you don’t yet know about your mom and me.”

After everything that’s happened, I’m not really surprised to hear that. “I really appreciate your explaining all these things to me, and I want to know what else you’re willing to share, but right now I have to pee.”

Just then I heard the front door open and my mom and Pam came strolling into the foyer carrying bags from various mall stores. As usual, they looked like sisters, and they were wearing identical outfits: tight jeans, short-sleeved blouses, and strappy four-inch stiletto sandals. Also as usual, they looked incredibly hot.

“Can you wait just a minute?” my dad asked.

“Sure.”

“Good. I’m going to show you just how submissive your mother is.” He turned towards the foyer. “Mandy,” he called.

I heard my mom say, “Go ahead, Pam, I’ll catch up with you later,” and then Pam’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. Mom set down her bags and came into the living room. “Yes, Sir?”

“Stand up, Son,” he said, and then to her he said., “Alex has to pee.”

My mom’s reaction was immediate. She came over to me, squatted down, deftly opened my fly, reached into my boxers, pulled out my cock, and put the head into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back and I looked at my father, and my face must have shown my surprise and confusion.

“Go ahead, Son, let her have it; she knows what’ll happen if she misses any.”

“You mean ... I should...”

“Yes, you should.”

I shook my head ruefully and released my bladder. She closed her lips around the head of my cock and I watched her swallow repeatedly as my pee squirted into her mouth. When my flow stopped, she swirled her tongue around my cock-head and then she put her hands on my thighs to steady herself and stood up, looking at me expectantly. I had no idea what the protocol was for this situation, but I decided to show her that I appreciated what she’d done for me. So I leaned forward and kissed her, and she responded with intense open-mouthed passion.

My dad watched us for a few seconds, then said, “Go upstairs and change, Mandy; Alex and I will be at the hot tub waiting for you and Pam.”

Mom ended her scorching-hot kiss and bowed her head. “Yes, Sir,” she said softly, and then she turned and left the room.

“Dad and I watched her go. “You did good, Son,” he told me. “That was exactly the right thing to do to acknowledge her obedience. You have the makings of a really good dominant.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Let’s go out back.” He stood, patted me on the shoulder, and headed for the yard, and I followed him, grabbing a couple of towels on the way. He uncovered the hot tub and I turned on the jets. Then he sat on the edge, rolled up his pants, put his feet in the churning water, and patted the surround next to him. I sat down cross-legged, setting the towels beside me, and we resumed our conversation while we waited for the two women to rejoin us. My thoughts and feelings about my sister had definitely changed from those I’d had a couple of weeks ago; despite her being only seventeen, she was now a woman, a physically developed and sexually active female.

I turned to face my dad. “You’ve really got me curious; what are those... other things you teased me about?”

He opened his mouth to start answering me, but then he must have heard the same things I did – the back door opening and then two pairs of high heels clicking towards us. We turned in unison and watched two very hot-looking women coming towards us, each of them wearing one of those extremely revealing bikinis. My mom stood behind my dad and my sister stood behind me, each of them with a hand on a hip in a seductive pose.

“Into the tub,” dad said authoritatively, and they stepped out of their heels and entered the water. My sister stood in front of me, her body lowered so it was covered by the water up to her shoulders, and then she slowly and deliberately untied her top and let it float away. My mom did the same thing in front of my father, and then they both stood up so their bare breasts were revealed.

“Your mother and I have a wide circle of friends, Alex, but within that larger group there is a subset of people who share our special interests. We’ve been very careful to keep that part of our lives secret from you and your sister, but, now that you’ve learned of some of those interests, it’s time for me to reveal more of how we’ve been when you and Pam weren’t around.”

Given what I’d already learned about my parents’ dominant and submissive relationship, I wasn’t terribly surprised to hear that they had even more secrets, and the expression on Pam’s face told me she wasn’t very surprised either. Then my mom chimed in. “Yes, and it’s going to be so nice to be able to stop pretending and live the lifestyle we’ve wanted for so long, like how we are at this moment.”

“That’s true,” dad replied, “but we still have to keep up the masquerade at work and at other times in public, and you two,” he looked first at me and then at Pam, “have to be discreet at school and with your friends.” Pam and I nodded, and he continued, “But when we’re at home and not having visitors, we can be as we’ve been the past few days.” He paused, then gave mom a steely look. “And we don’t have to worry about the kids seeing whip marks on your body any longer.”

“No, thank God, we don’t. And it’s not having most visitors,” mom put in.

“What does that mean?” I asked. “Do we know some of the people in this inner group of yours? And do you really want to be whipped hard enough to leave marks?”

She turned to face me. “To answer the second part first, yes, there have been times when I really wanted your father, or...” she gave me a quick little smile, “... someone, to be able to be harder on me. But in the past, it’s only been possible in those rare situations when any marks would have faded before you might see them. And yes, you do know some of them; some of our friends have been here for various social occasions, although they, like us, have been careful to keep those special interests under wraps.”