I was still going to school and living with my parents.I was used to watch regular porn and remarked, that I wanted more. Something more intense, more...dirty and more "forbidden". I found BDSM related porn and was amazed how the girls were handled by the dominant men (special thanks to kink.com and all of its affiliates). I don't really know why, but I was turned on by the thought of beeing dominated and beeing "forced" to serve someone sexually. But at this time I did not think about serving a. I gave up waiting up for her.Mr. Brennan and my mother had been dating for over two months and I guess they figured it was serious enough to have a family get together. They invited me to dinner at the Oaks restaurant on Sunday evening. I’m convinced they planned it for Sunday so my mother wouldn’t miss her Saturday night sex party. For the last couple of weeks she was not coming home from her Saturday night date until after she made him breakfast on Sunday morning.Now dinner was very. My mother may have just destroyedmy marriage. And if that is the case, I do not know what I will do.I pull into the driveway, having driven two and a half-hours home withouta single utterance from Shela. She is still fuming.I put her side dishes in the refrigerator in the kitchen when sheannounces that I need to come with her."Can we talk about this?" I implore."Come with me, and no, I'm still too mad," Shela informs me.She starts a bath and pours bath salts in the mix, and orders me. Her lips were small, but plump and cherry red. There was a freshness to her that’s hard to describe, but it was arousing, which was saying something because staring down the barrel of a gun is usually not a situation which encourages arousal. “Please, Pa, you can’t do this. It’s not right.” “Sorry, Millie,” the man replied, “But I have to get my money back. We’ll lose the farm if I don’t.” “Mister,” I say, “I won the money fair and square. If you take it, I’ll go to the Sherrif and have.