The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. This chapter of the story doesn't involve much direct incestuous action, but it remains a prominent theme. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated.
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I met Sondra at the First Unitarian Church. She told me there was a Social Time at 10:30, before the 11 o'clock service.
I hadn't bothered to go home for dress clothes, so I was only wearing dark jeans and a khaki-tan button up shirt. I had spent the night at Sally Whitehall house, my mother's best friend. Sally had become my sexual submissive the day before. And I had ended up binding her, training her and making love with both her and her very sexy eighteen year old daughter, Terri! That had been a surprise, in a weekend filled with surprises.
Sally and Terri had woken me up around 7:30, with both of them licking and sucking on my cock. It felt wonderful, but I didn't let them make me cum. I wanted to save my sexual tension for Sondra.
I had Sally get on her knees with her legs spread on the bed, and her head down on the mattress. Then I showed Terri how to spank her mother's pussy, by spanking Sally's pussy hard, five times. Then I asked Terri if she wanted to spank her mother's slutty, wet pussy too, and she did, for five more times. At that point, there were tears in Sally's eyes, and she was begging to be fucked. I called her a lying slut. She and my mother had lied to me. Sally has been my mother's lover and submissive for a month and a half. And both of them tried to keep it a secret from me. So, I gave Sally a punishment. I told Sally that she would not get fucked or get to cum until she had showed her daughter all of her sex toys, and had brought Terri to orgasm with each one. We counted, and that was five toys. I told Sally that until further notice, she would wake up her daughter each morning by eating her pussy. Then Terri could spank Sally's pussy five times each morning. I told Sally she had to be naked and crawl from room to room whenever she was home. And that Terri could demand that her mother service her with her mouth or any of her toys at any time. I told Sally that her punishment would last for at least one week, or until she had made her daughter cum with each of her five sex toys, whichever came first. I told Terri that she could not punish her mother any more than her morning spankings, not without checking with me first. Terri seemed eager for the lessons in sex toys to begin. So Sally showed her daughter the joys of her vibrating "Magic Massage Wand," while Terri and I kissed and I loved up Terri's giant, firm tits. Terri had an amazing orgasm, but was a little disappointed when I said that she wouldn't get another chance to orgasm with the Magic Wand, not with her mother holding it at least, not until her mother had used the other four toys to bring her off.
I was even angrier with my mother. And I didn't know how I would punish her.
I quickly showered and shaved. And I left Sally and Terri's house at about a quarter to ten. I told Sally not to warn my mother that I knew about her lying to me, that I wanted to deal with that first. She begged me not to punish my mother too severely. She claimed that it was all her fault. I doubted that was true, but I didn't think Sally was lying to me. I understood that Sally believed what she was saying.
I stopped at a supermarket and bought some flowers. I didn't know if that was appropriate for a casual first date. So I left them in my car. I walked into the First Unitarian Church at 10:20. There were some older women setting up coffee and soft drinks in the Social Hall. But not many other people. I was nervous. My hands were sweating. An older gentleman greeted me and asked if I was new to the church.
I said, "I've never been here before, but I'm meeting a friend."
"Who is that?", the older man asked.
"Sondra Gutierrez. She sings in the choir."
"Oh, she's a pip. A wonderful girl. Such a lovely voice too."
I smiled and shrugged, somehow proud that this stranger thought my almost-girlfriend has a nice voice. Then I wandered off and got myself a cup of coffee. It was awful, so I added two sugars. That made it sweet and awful. Oh well.
At about 10:25 more people started milling into the Social Hall. I didn't recognize Sondra at first. She had her hair up in a bun. She was wearing glasses. And she had on a sexy, but conservative dress suit. Well, it was a grey pencil line skirt with a matching vest. She had on a white, long sleeved blouse, buttoned all the way up, and a large, navy bow at her neck. She looked more like a librarian than a lingerie saleswoman. She was still very attractive, amazing really. It was just a more demure, conservative sort of lovely than I had expected. Then again, we were at church. She did have, three-inch heels, with a shiny metal spike in the back. The heels were navy blue, and coordinated with her bow tie. And just that dash of flirty sexiness made the whole outfit seem hot.
Sondra's face lit up when she saw me, and she made her way across the hall toward me. "Robbie, you made it! I was...," she started saying, then caught herself, "I'm just so glad you're here." Then she took my hand and leaned in and kissed my cheek.
I felt myself blushing. I didn't know why. "I was here a little early. So I got a cup of coffee."
Sondra made a face. "I'm so sorry. I should have warned you. The coffee is terrible." And we both laughed. Sondra explained that there was a study hour before the social gathering. And that's where she was. She didn't think it was right to inflict that on me on a first date. We wandered the Social Hall, hand in hand (that was nice), and Sondra introduced me to people. Sometimes I was her new friend, "Robert," and sometimes I was her new boyfriend, "Bobby." I tried to figure out what the difference was, whether it was something I was doing. I decided it just depended on how close Sondra felt to the people she was introducing me to. I tried to remember names, but I couldn't. It was just a mass of people who all seemed to know Sondra. And she seemed to know all of them too. It was impressive how casually charismatic she came across.
When we went in the sanctuary, we sat near the back. There weren't pews, but rows of interlocking, padded, metal chairs. There were no hymnals. The lyrics to the songs were projected on a screen near the front. At one point I took the program and jotted, "You look stunning," on it, and passed it to her, like a note in school.
She read it and wrote, "Thank you," and a smilee face in reply. Then she took my hand and drew a heart in my palm with her fingernail that sent tingles up my arm and down my spine. Just after the sermon, Sondra went up front and joined the choir. The church didn't have an organ, just a piano. The choir sang, "Imagine," by John Lennon. That seemed strange, especially when they sang about imagining "no religion too." But the song fit with the message of Peace that the minister had been talking about. And the arrangement was lovely. In the last verse, Sondra stepped forward and sang a solo part. Her voice soared. It was truly angelic. The whole choir joined in, with Sondra still soloing over the top. It was something special. I was so proud. And then something really embarrassing happened. I was thinking about how lovely Sondra's voice was, and how that fit with her wonderful personality, and how beautiful she looked, even with her hair up in a bun and wearing horn-rimmed glasses. I started imagining our first kiss, what it might be like. Then I started imagining fucking her, or having this gorgeous woman service me as a submissive. And I got a raging hard-on, a giant boner, to the point where I had to adjust myself, because it was painfully pointed down my leg. I was glad that I was sitting in the back, and everyone else seemed focused on Sondra and the Choir.
When the Choir finished, the congregation burst into applause. The Choir Director gestured to Sondra, and she shyly bowed and waved. Then she made her way back to sit next to me. I mouthed the word, "Wow," and squeezed her hand.
She said, "Did you like it?"
I whispered, "I'm afraid I liked it a little too much."
She looked at me curiously. "What do you mean?"
The preacher was talking about the offering. I was going to have to reach into my pocket for my wallet, then my boner would probably become obvious anyway. I leaned in and whispered, "I'm kind of embarrassed. But, seeing you sing up there gave me a massive erection that is not going away."
Sondra eyes got wide. And she got a big grin on her face. Then, she leaned down to get her purse, and used the movement to disguise the fact that she was reaching into my lap and feeling my hard cock through my pants. I couldn't believe she was doing that during the service! She gave my cock a gentle squeeze, which did nothing but make my predicament worse. She came up with her purse and a wicked look in her eye. I was beet red in the face.
I fished out my wallet. I had twenty seven dollars in cash, a twenty, a five and two ones. Sondra shook her head and whispered, "You're my guest." But I fished out the twenty anyway. Sondra wrote a check.
Then Sondra grabbed the program and wrote me a note: "You weren't kidding. BTW, NICE COCK!!!" Then she drew a smilee with a big grin and huge, bulging eyes. That made me laugh. I took her hand and drew a heart shape in her palm with my finger. Sondra bit her lower lip.
