"Because of Girl or your mother?"
"For both of them, but without underestimating Girl, I am a lot more inclined because of my mother. I have these... feelings... that gnaw at me."
Bob was silent, listening to his son's confession. He had never thought that his child had been feeling this way all this time. He loved Jake with all his being, because he was his son. So he wanted to try to lighten his load and pave an easier path for him, but instead, he opened a can of worms that he had never expected.
They were silent with their thoughts for a long while, neither Jake nor Bob speaking.
"Maybe... I could try... I don't know. But I fear the worst, that I start feeling even more jealous of what I don't possess than I already am, and even start hating you, which I don't want because you are my father. Do you understand my feeling, Dad?"
"Yes, I understand what you are feeling. But what you feel isn't something that would bother me." Bob said as he looked at his son, a little sad because it was hard.
"That's the thing, right? As you said, 'people are not born at a particular point on the spectrum and we don't know why, but that is the way we are'." I said with a husky voice.
"Let me ask you a question, Dad. Didn't you feel fear about becoming a parent, given the nature of your being, and that of the child's mother?"
"I suppose if you were to have a daughter, the trouble would be non-existent. But what if it were to be a boy? Just like it happened with you and me. I know that the boy could have grown up fine, aligned with your customs and thoughts and way of seeing the world. As I did... I embrace it, I love it, I desire to be in control of women just like you have here, I would take care of them, protect them, and love them while giving them the space to move if they need it. But all this becomes a problem if said boy has an incest fetish and is even more possessive."
"I can see, Dad... I can see that you aren't like me, as you allowed me the capacity to give punishment to your slaves, you are dominant, but you have certain fetishes and kinks that I don't. I can't be like you, allowing that to anyone, not even my own father. Maybe you can share them with me, but I dread accepting them. Sure, I would love to fuck them now, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, this year, the next year, but at some point, something would snap in me and that could be today or whenever, I don't know but I can feel it."
Bob was stupefied and shocked at the thoughtful and mindful words spoken by his 14-year-old son, never having thought that he would be so mature and so well informed about the matter.
Bob quietly looked at his son, but even under his calm and distressed face, he was actually quite disturbed inside. Because he feared... that his son would be disgusted with him, but even more and worse, disgusted with his own mother. As Jake was honest with him, he understood what kind of person he was dealing with.
"Then, how would you feel if you were also allowed to have sex with your mother? Being able to possess them both, wouldn't it make your jealousy go away or lower? You would be able to make true your desires since childhood."
"With Mother too?" I thought about it deeply. "Maybe... I'm willing to try it. But are you sure that you would be able to handle it? I don't have anything to share with you, and if tomorrow I have something, I don't know if I would be able to share it with you." I said sincerely what I thought about it, not hiding anything at all.
"You don't need to, because I'm not expecting you to do anything or give me anything. I'm doing it because I'm your father and it is my will to give it to you. But you need to understand that even if you possess your mother along with me, she will never be fully only yours because she is the love of my life and I will never part with her unless she chooses to leave me behind, which I hope never happens." my father said with total honesty as he looked at my face.
"I... I understand, Dad. You are an incredible father, I want you to know that." I said, a little unsure at first but then firm. "Would Mom want it? As I understand, you would need to ask for her opinion on it."
"She will want it; I can feel it. But I will talk with her first about what we talked about here, and then I want you to go and talk with her and see if you will continue or stop it all."
"Ok," I said, then I went to my room to think. I had been telling my father the truth, if not the whole truth. There were a lot of things going on in my mind. I was definitely nervous and excited about doing things with Mom and even Girl. After having enjoyed in my previous life my own mother's body, I felt an insatiable craving to have that again. It was a pleasure like no other but also a curse now, because the situation was totally different with my previous father than what it is with Jake. This whole situation excites me, but at the same time, it irritates me. It was akin to feeling pleasure and pain at the same time.
However, the lust I had at the thought and the familiarity I would be allowed with Girl and my mother would maybe sedate my brain to the worst of it that gnawed me.
Finally, in the evening, I was calm enough and went to my mother, to talk to her.
She was lazily like a cat resting on the couch while looking at the TV.
"Mom," I asked, as I sat beside her, "can we talk?"
Mary had a bright face as she looked at her beautiful boy enter and sit beside her, she was quite excited. But at the same time, she had a dread deep inside her, that she hoped would never be known by him after knowing her boy's nature and thoughts from his father after the chat they had.
"Sure, honey," she replied, beaming a smile at him. "What about?"
"Dad. You. Girl. Me," I replied. "I think we need to talk."
"I was afraid of this," my mother said, sighing. "I told your father I thought you were too young to grasp it all, but he insisted you weren't."
"Well, I don't know which of you is right, but I certainly have questions," I said.
"Well, your father has instructed me to talk to you very openly and honestly about our relationship. There are a few areas that I won't talk about, but I will answer any questions that I can as well as I can."
"That's all I can ask for," I said. "Dad told me a little about how he became the way that he did, and he explained all the parts about the spectrum, and I can understand how he wants to be in control of things. But I don't understand what you and Girl feel. Could you tell me how you knew you felt the way that you did, how you decided you wanted to live like this, and how you met Dad?"
"A tall order," she said, batting her eyelashes at him, "but I'll see what I can do."
I could see that she said that, but she was a little disturbed as her body trembled subtly. So I took her hand to give her strength.
Mary smiled at her son, seeing his care for her, and she even pushed her body to rest against him as she felt even more warm and secure resting against her baby, about what would come next.
"I grew up a fairly typical teenager," Mom began. "I started dating in high school, and just like my friends, I would go out with a boy and make out, but always pull away before either of us were satisfied. It was just the way that things were done. I finally gave in and lost my virginity in my last year of high school. I thought that I loved the boy, but it was just my hormones convincing me that I loved him so that it would be OK to have sex. We broke up before we went off to college. I dated a bit in college, and I slept with a number of men, playing by the same rules as in high school. I was in charge, telling the boy how far I would let him go. I would tease the boy, and make him suffer. I'd often relent and let him have me, but that was on my terms as well.
"While this was the only way that I knew how to act, it was strangely unfulfilling. All the boys I dated seemed like pushovers, and the sex we had was just so-so. Then one day I met this man named Adrian at a bar, just like I had met many of the others. We hit it off, and he asked me out. We went to a movie, and he put his arm around me and pulled me close. With most dates, they would slowly slide an arm around me, testing the waters, and if I let them, they'd slowly pull me closer. Not this man. We sat down in the theater, and he put his arm around me without asking. I was surprised, but I let him get away with it, because it felt nice.
"When he dropped me off at home, he kissed me good-night. It was a powerful kiss, and as he was doing it he put his arms around me and cupped my ass in his hands. I pulled back and said something like, 'No, no, no,' in a teasing voice. He backed up, looked at me, then took my hand and kissed it. He said, 'Thank you for a lovely date, but I'm afraid we won't be seeing each other again.'
"I was stunned. I was having such a nice time, and I thought he was as well. He started to turn away, but I called out, 'Wait! What's wrong?'."
"He looked at me and said, 'I won't play your games.'."
"I said, 'What games are you talking about? I'm not playing any games!'."
"'Oh yes you are,' he said. 'You are teasing and controlling. You will play the innocent girl and let me touch you just so much, but not any more, even though you know that both you and I want more. But it would be against the rules of your game to give in just because you want it. You have to let me kiss you, then later you will let me feel you up, eventually, if I treat you like a princess, maybe you'll play with me. One day, eventually, you'll let me into your pants.'"
"'Well I don't play that game. I like you and I want you. More importantly, Mary, you like me and want me, even if you can't admit it to yourself. But you will not have me this way. When you are ready to grow up, give me a call and we'll try again. Until then... ' and he turned around and walked away. As I said, I was stunned. I didn't know how to react, but I realized one thing. He was right, I did want him. In fact, I was dripping wet. Do you know what that means, when a woman is dripping wet, Jake?"
"Pardon my choice of words, but it would be 'You were like a bitch in heat'," I said with a smile as I teased my mother.
Mary blushed as she looked at her son, degrading words when he could have used something more neutral or formal... Still, she felt wet for him. He was right, I was like a bitch in heat then, as much as I am right now for him... my son.
"Jake! How could you say that to me!"
"Sorry, Mother. But if it makes you feel any better, I can see that you are actually a beautiful bitch in heat, and I like that." I said, observing how the blush in my mother's face deepened as her body reacted to me. He could feel that she was getting wet.
Mary tried to calm herself a little bit as she continued. "Well, you are not far off. It is just like when a man has a hard-on. Well, right then I realized that I had a hard-on for Adrian. I wanted him, but I didn't know how not to play the game. I waited until I thought he would be home, then I called him. I told him that I was sorry, and that I wouldn't play games anymore. He said, 'You left me high and dry, and for no good reason. I'll try once more with you, but you have to prove that you aren't going to be playing games. When I come to pick you up tomorrow, I don't want you wearing any underwear. I want you to show me that you did what I asked, and then I will take you out. When the date is over, assuming that we both had a nice time, I am going to bring you home, take your clothes off, and then I will fuck you. If you can't handle it, just be wearing underwear when I get there.' Then he hung up.
"I had told him that I wouldn't play games, but he was very blunt. I couldn't believe the things that he had said, and I decided that regardless of how I felt about him, I would not go out with him again. I got into bed, and I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about what he said, and before I knew it I was masturbating. I must have masturbated a half dozen times that night."
Fuck, I knew that this would be an embarrassing conversation, given our relationship and my desires for her. I was jealous and angry even because of all the men who touched her in her story. Nonetheless, I listened as she went on.
"All the next day I was on pins and needles. I knew that I just had to tell him that we could not go out. When he came over that night, he gave me a kiss on my cheek and said, 'Well Mary, are we going out tonight?' My mouth was about to tell him, 'No, we can't see each other,' when my own hands reached down and picked up my skirt, showing him my naked pussy. He hadn't even gotten to second base and I was showing him home plate.
"He took me out, and it was a lovely date, and though I was very aware of my lack of underwear, he acted as if there was nothing different. And when the date was over, and it was clear that we had both had a good time, he followed through on his promise. It was the best sex I had ever had. We dated for a few months before we broke up, and while it was not a master/slave relationship, he was definitely the one in charge. After that I dated some others, and the ones that let me be in charge left me wanting. I did date a few more men like Adrian, and I enjoyed myself in those relationships. Then your father came along and showed me what it was like to be truly submissive, and I have been happy since."
She paused for a breath and said, "I can't believe that I just told the story of my sex life to my teenage son."
Mary continued trying to calm herself as she rested against her son's body but she could feel that he wasn't all right. So she took his right cheek with her left hand and made him look at her. "What's the matter, baby? How are you feeling?" She asked, but she was sure that it had to be with how her son was, and she dreaded that he thought badly of her.
"It's okay, Mom," I said forcing myself to calm down and give her a smile. "Thank you for telling me about your life, I think it helps me understand things better."
"Are you sure?" Mary asked worriedly, she could feel that his eyes dodged hers. She was deathly worried, she didn't want to lose her boy.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I paused for a few moments, as I calmed down, digesting what she had said, and then I asked, "What about Girl? How did you find her? How did she decide she wanted to be this way? Is it really fair to treat her like this?"
"Son... I...I..." Mary was terrified, she didn't want to talk anymore, if only telling him about her previous relationship left him like that, she couldn't measure if he knew a little bit of her sexual life, how he would react. "I don't want to talk anymore. Please, Jake. Don't make me talk. Please."
I trembled a little as I heard her pleading, even I was dreading knowing her story. I was already feeling bad in my guts just knowing about the story of her sex life until she came to be with Bob, but I knew... I knew inside myself that the worst was to come and sure there were even more dark stories deeply hidden, given the fucking slut of a whore that my mother was.
Just thinking about that, I started hyperventilating with anger inside me. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over this couch and start spanking the shit out of her ass until I got tired or she passed out.
"Baby!!! Please! Talk to me," my mother pleaded with tears in her eyes as she looked at me, but I wasn't exactly there. I was in my thoughts, feeling all that anger and other emotions that clouded my mind.
"Talk... I order you to talk to me about it, Mother." I said with a neutral voice devoid of anything as I looked at her.
"I... Don't want..." Mary cried as she tried to refuse shaking her head.
"Talk!" I commanded again, my voice a low, threatening growl that echoed through the room like a thunderclap. My eyes bore into hers, demanding her to submit and talk.
Mary cried disconsolately as her tears ran down her cheeks while cradling my face in her trembling hands, as I would vanish from her forever at the next moment if she uttered another word. "You know that your father and I... we have sex," she began, her voice choking with each syllable. "But what you don't know, Jake, is that sometimes... sometimes we.... W-we also h-h---have sexxxx with other people. Other masters and their slaves." She paused, her breath hitching as another wave of tears slid down her face. "It was during one of these... these occasions that we came across Girl. She had just recently gotten into being a slave, and she was with someone who could not take the complete control from her that she wanted. They both recognized that, and they knew that your father could give her what she wanted." Her voice broke as she forced out the words, "So the man traded her to your father."
I felt like a knife was twisting in my gut, hearing this, the agony that her words gave me, cutting deep into my soul. As my mind was already telling me the answer long ago that this could have been a thing... but I closed myself, trying to deny it, blocking the possibility of it. All the clues were to the light, even more with his father's personality that I had already picked before. I hated it, I hated him, I hated my mother. I hated him for making me be born out of a slut and I hated my mother for being such a whore that liked that kind of degradation for pleasure. I hated my fate, for being born in this family.
Mary's eyes fell to the floor, she was brokenhearted seeing her son look at her like that, with that hollow look that almost wasn't recognizing her. "For me," she admitted, her voice barely audible, but even then she couldn't deny her desires. "He traded her with me. I moved in with him for one month and served as his slave, while your father brought Girl home and trained her properly. When I returned home, Girl was part of our household, and she has been ever since."
"Didn't it bother you that he made you do that?" I asked not looking at her, resigned with a tired voice without strength.
My mother blushed even deeper and lowered her eyes. In a quiet voice she said, "No. It excited me that he made me do that. And having Girl around was certainly worthwhile. I got pregnant a little while after I returned home and Girl was invaluable in helping us through that time."
There was a short, awkward silence in the room as no one spoke anymore.
Just the quiet sobs of Mary, who thought that she had lost her son after this.
"You are a whore, Mother." I said as I at last calmed down from the myriad of emotions boiling inside me. "Thank you for telling me all of this, Mom."
As I tried to stand up from the couch and leave this room, my mother desperately clung to my body, not wanting me to leave.
"Honey! Please! Don't go! Don't leave me!" Mary cried disconsolately. "Don't hate me, Jake. You are what I most love, baby. Please!"
"It's okay, Mom. I will not repudiate you, this is what you are. I understand... But even if I understand, it hurts me to know that my mother is like that. I can accept everything of a slave, but it disgusts me a master that gives away their slaves to other people for use, I normally wouldn't care if the slave enjoys that as most of the time are the enjoyment of the master that makes them do that. The problem is that this slave of the story is my own mother. The mother that gave me life and the woman that I most love since the moment I was alive. It is a feeling that breaks me apart. And even worse, she was excited. Do you understand, Mary?"
My mother's eyes lost their focus as she heard what I said, she was like a broken doll as she looked at me but even then she didn't want to let me go, she clung with all her strength to my body.
"Let me go, Mom. I want to rest, I would not comment anymore about this to respect your person." I said as I caressed her right cheek softly while removing her tears. "You need to let me go, Mom."
"NOOO! I WILL NOT LET YOU GO, BABY. I KNOW IN ME, IF... IF I LET YOU GO IT WOULD NOT BE THE SAME ANYMORE... I WANT MY BABY, MY SON. PLEASE JAKE. TAKE ME, I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME. PLEASE." Mary painfully cried out as she pleaded to him.
"How can I take you, Mom, when... When I feel like this?" I asked her painfully giving her a sad smile.
"Please honey, take me. I allow you to be my master too, I want to be yours, too, your slave. I... I promise you Jake, I will not allow or even listen to any more orders from your father that imply sharing me to another man, I will not touch another man that isn't you or him. Please, Please baby. Please take me." my mother desperately proposed her submission to me. "I want you, I need you. I can't... I can't be without you."
I sighed deeply as I recuperated my composure, it was painful knowing what my mother was, but it was even more painful seeing her like this, he felt that if I leave my mother now it would be like killing her. He had a premonition that not even my father would be able to mend her again as she was now.
I stood this time forcefully.
"No!!!" my mother couldn't accept that this was happening.
"Sh! Mary, I command you to be quiet. I'm not leaving you." I spoke firmly to her. As he lowered and caught her in my embrace.
"You will take me, Master?" mother asked quietly with hopeful bright eyes to me, they were wild.
"I already did, you are mine from now on, Mary." I said as I walked to my room with my mother in my arms, intending to lose my virginity of my new body this night.