Author's note: This story contains themes of incest, BDSM and Dominant-submissive relationships. If these themes offend you, please stop reading now!
Please read this story from part one to understand the story progression. This can't be read as a stand-alone story.
All characters are fictional. Any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.
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Tom opened his eyes well before the alarm sounded. He stretched his limbs and yawned, and then clasped his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. He felt surprisingly at ease with himself this morning. Perhaps his actions yesterday had been wicked, but he noted that they were also deeply satisfying. It had been a strange day, an emotional day, but it had resolved itself in such a bizarre and appropriate way.
Tom never had an oedipal complex growing up. He hadn't been one of those boys who jerked off into his mother's panties when he was home alone. Yesterday, though, he had seen his mother in a different light. He thought maybe it had been her overwhelming need to submit herself to him. Tom had a weakness for submissive women, and apparently his weakness had no restrictions even when it involved familial ties. He felt like he should be bothered by this revelation, but despite his soul searching he could only see her as a woman with needs. He noted that feeling deep inside him that craved to fulfill those needs; the same way he needed to satisfy any of the other women he'd trained.
The previous day had ended in a rather relaxing evening. They had ordered food, rented a movie, and sat naked and close on the sofa in the living room. Tom appreciated the connection between Alexis and his mother. They seemed so comfortable together and he found the dynamic to be beautiful albeit unusual. He had sent them to bed together. He had kissed them each goodnight. Alexis had wrapped Marie's naked body in her arms and spooned her as they both drifted into slumber.
After thirty minutes of his own introspection, Tom finally climbed out of bed to begin his morning routine. His cock twitched with need and his balls felt heavy as they hung low between his legs. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and then headed downstairs in just his pajama pants. He had already decided that today was not going to be a day for working. He had decisions to make regarding his mother.
Tom sat out on the patio with a cup of coffee and plucked at his universal remote. He had turned off the ringer on his phone a few days ago while he was working, and he had amassed quite a few unchecked messages. He had everything in his home connected to this device. It was the size of tablet computer, and basically anything electronic was routed wirelessly to it through his own secure server. The system itself had cost him. Tom had only a select few passions in life, but he indulged them to the point of excess and obsession.
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Marie stirred in her bed. Her eyes opened slowly, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. The first thing she noticed was the stunning blonde woman sleeping naked next to her. Everything came flooding back to her at once -- the affair, her trip to Los Angeles, the strange events when she arrived, this house, and her strong and dominant son. Oh god, she thought, was it real? Did it really happen? She knew the answer. It was evident in her nakedness and the nakedness of the woman next to her. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
She slipped quietly from the bed and freshened herself up in the bathroom. She felt nervous again as if she weren't sure what fate had in store for her. She brushed out her hair and applied just the slightest bit of makeup. She wanted to look good for her son. It seemed strange to her how important it suddenly felt to please him. She slipped on a robe and crept softly toward the door.
"Where are you going, Marie." Alexis said groggily.
"I'm sorry, Alexis. I didn't mean to wake you." She replied in low voice. "I was going to go downstairs."
"What time is it?"
"It's 6:45am." She said. "I'm still on east coast time."
"He'll be up." She said propping herself up on her elbows. "Geez, I'm usually up by now. I slept well with you. You're not going to wear that are you?"
"Yeah, I thought this would be okay."
She looked down at the short robe contemplating the outline of her figure. She thought it looked sexy, but something about the way Alexis had questioned her made her second guess herself.
"No." Alexis replied flatly. "You won't wear anything when you go downstairs."
"But..."
Alexis patted the bed next to her. "Come here and sit for a second." She said.
Marie made her way back to the bed and sat down.
"Sir," Alexis stated, "Has not given you permission to wear clothing in the house. He told you yesterday that you were to be naked, that he liked seeing you this way."
"You mean all the time? I just thought..."
