This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance and an incident involving piss.
All characters are age eighteen or older.
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I woke in the morning feeling pleasantly rested. It was the first morning since the breakup of my marriage that I woke totally relaxed. I was alone. I lay in bed for a few minutes pondering the changes in my life over the past few days. My mother, her name is Alice, had given me reason to live. The abject despair I had felt after the breakup of my marriage was gone. I had found a new woman. A new mistress. A new love. And, most of all, a new life.
My mother could be all things to me. A woman to love. To fuck. To cuddle with. A commanding presence to satisfy my slavish yearnings. Did I really want that? To be dominated? Yes, I realized, I did. She would be someone to discipline me and control me. To chasten me and make me suffer abject degradation. And then to love me afterwards.
I knew it would be with love whether making love or humiliating me. So far we had been lovers. When I thought of her belittling me I shivered a little, and hugged myself in pleasant anticipation. I idly wondered if the desire for abasement was a character defect. Then I decided I didn't care. I knew it was something I desired. Something I needed. Just as much as I needed her love. I may not have been like that before my terrible marriage. But I certainly was at the present.
I was able to think of my marriage now without cringing. I could thank my mother for that. Mom had led me through a cathartic description of my relations with my ex, and my need to dress in feminine clothing. Indeed, I could accept now that my desire was to feel as my inner woman would.
She encouraged me to realize that I could be loved, even as a panty boy. My ex, Amanda, had treated me cruelly and with contempt. Mom had told me she would treat me with love, even though she would be dominant. It was my mother, too, who had caused me to look at my inner self. To recognize my need to be subservient to the woman in my life. I was able to become comfortable with that need and with the need to dress in women's garments.
And so my mother and I had become lovers. She had hinted that she had things to tell me. That she would reveal when the time was right. I looked forward to those revelations too.
I wondered when my subjugation would begin. Probably not until we had gone shopping I thought. I could feel love well up in me as I thought about it.
With those thoughts in my mind I got up and went to the bathroom. I was wearing a nightgown so I sat to pee. I liked to do that when dressed girlishly. I brushed my teeth and checked myself in the mirror. Mom had torn my wig off in a fit of passion while I ate her pussy. I think she forgot it wasn't my real hair. My makeup was a little smeared. I smiled as I thought I probably did that while rubbing my face in Mom's hot, wet cunt.
I cleaned the smeared makeup off. We could repair it later. I had to go to my old bedroom to get my silk bathrobe. I put it on over my nightgown and went downstairs searching for my mother. As I expected I found her in the kitchen having her morning coffee. She was dressed, as I was, in the filmy nightgown she had worn the night before. She wore a negligee over it, but she allowed it to hang open.
"Good morning, Andy," she told me. "You were sleeping soundly when I got up and I didn't want to disturb you. I thought you could use the rest after the last couple of days."
"Thanks, Mom," I responded. "I feel really good this morning. I think I have you to thank for that."
"We can thank each other," Mom said. "I feel good too."
I got a cup of coffee and sat at the table with her.
Mom asked me what I would like to do for the day. I told her that I was in her hands and would be happy doing anything she wanted. She told me that we might as well get our shopping done. I agreed.
"Would you like to get dressed up, or wait until later?" She asked, "We can get breakfast at a restaurant and then go to the toy shop." She meant the sex store.
"I think getting dressed up sounds nice, Mom. But I'm not sure if I can pass in public."
"Well let's skip the breakfast. We'll just have a bite here. Then you can dress up. I like the idea of you in woman's clothes at the sex store."
I was looking forward to spending the day with my mother. We ate cereal and went upstairs to dress. We showered and I shaved closely. I wore nylons and pumps with a print dress. It had a high neck to cover my Adam's apple, but it was cut low in the back. Mom did my makeup and wig then took care of her own face.
The store she had in mind was about an hour away. We talked about our new life during the ride. Mom mentioned the possibility of having my beard removed.
"I like that idea, Mom." I told her. "I've looked into it and it's quite expensive. There are a couple of options we can look at."
"I think I can handle at least half the expense," Mom told me.
"Then I think I can handle the rest, Mom."
There were only a couple of cars parked in front of the shop. Mom drove around back. There was a good sized parking lot there with at least a dozen cars. I guess most people wanted to park out of sight of the street.
Inside at least a third of the customers were women. I found that interesting. But then I wondered if all of them were real women. About half the ladies were with men.
Mom took me to the dildo display. I was more than a little surprised that she seemed to be familiar with the store. She asked me to pick out the size dildo I liked for a strap on. I pointed out the size that my ex had used. Mom put four of them in her shopping basket. She also picked up a couple of a larger size. She added a couple of large tubes of lube.
We checked the floggers next. We didn't get one, but we picked out a cane similar to a riding crop, we thought, but not do any real harm. Mom told me she never expected to use it.
"Think of it as a prop, Andy."
Mom looked at restraints, but when I told her I didn't want them she passed over them.
A prostrate vibrator was next, I had never experienced one.
"This will be your reward when you please me, Andy," Mom said. "I think you will like it and work for it. You will seldom have it, though. That is as rewards should be."
Last she bought a collar for me. Amanda had never put a collar on me, and I had never even thought about one. When Mom put one in her basket, along with a length of gold chain and a small lock, I felt a delicious shiver of anticipation.
When we were checking out I mentioned that Mom hadn't bought a belt.
"I already have one," she told me.
