This is a multi-part story, written in collaboration with my friend, my mentor, Sir Ryder. Without his input and guidance I never would have been able to get this story off the ground. Thank you, Sir Ryder.
Today when my son come home from school he was distraught and angry; I have never seen a young man so angry. He is a typical teenager, he is 17 years old and moody, often frustrated, he doesn’t seem to be overly popular, he doesn’t seem to fit in with the cliques at school. I worry about him, he is an unhappy young man. I asked him what was wrong when he came in, but he just looked at me. I honestly thought he was going to cry; he shook his head.
“You wouldn’t understand,” he said.
Turning he went to his room and closed the door. Feeling kind of helpless and at a loss for ideas, I went and knocked on his door. When he didn’t answer I knocked again. I was starting to get worried, so I opened the door and looked inside.
Now I was really at a loss. There was my 17 year old son sitting at his computer, naked as the day he was born, his hand wrapped around his cock, groaning and moaning as he quickly stroked it. I’m not sure what he was looking at on the screen. He had his head phones on so I wouldn’t be able to hear. Now I know why he didn’t answer. I was shocked, but, I realized I was intruding. Closing the door quickly and quietly, I went back to the kitchen to prepare supper.
My mind was in a flustered turmoil. Do I mention what I saw? Do I ignore it and respect his privacy? What do I do? I wanted to be angry at him and confront him, but at what point do I stop and let him grow up and when did he grow up that much? I was the intruder and let myself in.
“Oh stop it, Fay,” I could hear my father say. “He is doing what every teenage boy does. It’s perfectly normal.”
My dad is the only male figure in my son’s life. His father decided before Jay was born that he wasn’t going to have anything to do with either of us. So my dad taught him all about being a normal boy. Took him fishing, played baseball, was teaching him to drive. Now, I think I need my dad to teach him about sex. How do I ask him to do that? Picking up the phone I dialed the number, and when Dad answered, I started to shake, he has that affect on me even on the phone.
“Daddy, I need your help, could you come over so we can talk?”
The voice on the other end still deep and strong, answered, “What’s wrong honey, you sound upset, did something happen to Jay, or to you?”
“No Dad,” I answered, “I just need your advice and to ask you for another favor, I will tell you all about it when you get here, please Daddy, please say yes.”
My dad lived just about an hour away so I started preparing food that I knew he would like. I called to Jay, but he still didn’t answer. I was getting worried but decided to wait until my dad got here so we could figure out what to do about my boy, and his troubles, and his need to explore his sexuality, someplace other than the stuff you find on the internet.
Putting the steaks on the grill, and the potatoes cooking, I set about making the salad and opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe. Dad always preferred wine with dinner rather than coffee or tea. Funny how little things like that stick in a girl's mind, and she does them without thinking.
Jay must have smelled food cooking. I heard his door opening and his feet on the stairs. I turned and watched my half-grown son descend the stairs. A picture of him with his cock in his hand flashed through my mind and shiver ran up my spine; fuck that cock was big. I asked him if he was feeling better and he just looked at me.
“Just let it go, Mom, please. I’m fine, nothing is wrong.”
“Ok Jay, for now I will let it go. Oh, by the way, Dad is coming for dinner,” I told him. “Now go wash up, and come and help me get everything prepared.”
“All right.” He smiled. “Pops is really coming tonight? I can’t wait to see him, there’s something I want to talk to him about.”
Watching the excitement cross his face, I remembered how much he loved being with his Pops. He idolized the man, and from infancy, would copy everything about him. The way he walked, the way he stood, the way he smiled, and the way he talked; unfortunately his voice was still cracking a little right now. Puberty came late for Jay. Turning and running up the stairs, I watched his back and the way he swaggered down the hallway. I shivered again. Giving my head a shake, I wondered what the hell was with that. You're going mad, woman, I said to myself.
I went out and turned the steaks, lowering the heat even more. I wanted them to come off just as Dad got here. The potatoes were softening up nicely.
When I got back inside, I found Jay tossing the salad, his favorite job. He loves to toss it around the room too if I’m not watching. Often I was the target of his playfulness. The thought no sooner left my head than I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned and got a cherry tomato between the eyes. I was about to scold him when I heard it, the deep voice of my dad from the corner of the kitchen.
“Great shot, Jay! You show her who the boss is in this household!”
My son took one look at me, and then hurried to greet his grandfather, the only man he’s ever known, putting his hand out to shake hands. My dad pushed it aside and grabbed Jay in a bear hug.
“In private son, you can hug me. In public, you shake hands.”
“Hey!” I cried. “What about me? Isn’t anyone going to hug me?”
“You will get your hug, when I’m ready to give it to you. Now where is that delicious smell coming from,” he said.
I sent Jay out to check the steaks, so I could have a minute with my dad.
“Dad, Jay doesn’t know about us, and I don’t want him to know. He is going through something right now, and doesn’t need to know about this, to add to his trouble.”
“Are you trying to tell your old man how to behave around his own grandson now? I can see that you need the same lessons your mother needed when you were small. She always tried to protect you, too. I don’t know what makes you women think I don’t know how to behave.”
He came up behind me, put his arms around me, his big hands cupping my breasts, his breath warm on my neck as he kissed me tenderly, whispering next to my hair. “Do you feel like you need to be protected from me? Do I scare you?”
Shuddering with unbridled want as I heard his words, his warm hands started to light fires deep within me. My need to please this big man standing behind me was so great. I would agree to anything he requested of me.
“Fay, it’s a question. Sir needs you to answer.”
I shivered again and whispered, “No, Sir, you do not frighten me. You take very good care of Fay, Sir. I just don’t want Jay to know.”
“Maybe it's time Jay found out, and….”
“Dad, no, please no, he can’t ever find out, he is such a…”
“What’s with this Dad shit? When we are alone, you are always
to address me as Sir
. Have you forgotten the rules already? Do we need to go over them again?” he asked, as his fingers pinched my nipples hard, twisting them, pulling them through my clothing, making me quiver. He knew what I needed, and when I needed it. He did take very good care of me.
Mom died five years ago. Dad and I comforted each other as best we could. Mom was my rock, I missed her terribly. She knew me well, I am not a strong person, and decisions always were difficult, never knowing if I made the right one, could another have been better, Mom would come to my rescue. I’ll never forget what she told me on her final day.
“Take care of your Dad, he will need you more now than ever. He will always be good to you, he loves you very much. His ways will seem odd to you at first, but trust him, Fay, and he will never let anything happen to you.”
When she made me promise, it seemed like an odd request, but now I understood better than ever, and I was so glad that she directed me even then to the lifestyle I now live and love. Still behind me, his hands tugging and twisting my nipples, Dad whispered, “Who am I?”
“You are Sir, my Master and the love of my life,” I whimpered.
“Who are you?" he asked gently kissing my ear.
“I am Fay, Your loving and willing cum slut Sir.” I groaned.
His fingers on my nipples, and his cock pressing into my ass, were making my cunt wet. His words driving all other thought away. I had actually forgotten that Jay was just outside the back door, and could come in anytime.
“Now, Fay, I am going to make a decision over dinner about this problem, you seem to be having with Jay. Trust me, my pet, I will not do him any harm, nor will I push him past his acceptance level. You do trust that don’t you, Fay? You will continue to be obedient to me, even in front of Jay wont you, Fay?”
Just as I was about to respond, the back door opened and Jay came rushing in to get the platter for the steaks and potatoes.
“Mom? What’s going on? Pops? What do you mean be obedient?” Jay demanded.
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