Mom was sitting at the table. She looked like shit. A half empty bottle of Dad's scotch was at her elbow.Mom gazed at me. Her eyes blood shot. A small...glass was in her hand. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a WOMAN." Mom glared. I stepped closer and she threw her glass at me. I ducked as it whizzed by. Now!" I took off my clothes and put them into the washer. It was then that Inoticed in detail the clothes he had brought with him. I stood beforethe washer naked. Even my underwear had been soaked with juice. He handed me a pair of white silky panties with tons of lace everywhere."Put these on." He raised a fist and I did as he asked. A pair of whiteknee socks with pink lace trim, a petti slip and even a hair bow that Istruggled with and I am sure it looked pretty goofy. Finally he held upa. She'd tried to explain to me how it was such a freeing experience; not making decisions, going with the flow and completely trusting me. I couldn't comprehend it. No matter how hard I tried to drive her to the point where she'd take control, she'd find a way to drive me nuts and inevitably I'd be back in charge.However, the part that had me worried was my reaction. I was beginning to like it. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of dominance that came with moving her body around, positioning. All her innocence went away last weekend when my good friends from the water polo team came for a game of poker. I never really expected anything to happen when I invited my three friends for a night of poker at our place. My wife had a bachelorette party to go to and she was going to be gone until late so I figured-let her go have fun and just chill with the guys. My wife was just leaving when the guys showed up. We all whistled at her because she was dressed very sexy. The Johnny Walker and.