Its Stracy. Shes standing there in this tight white dirty tank top. No bra on and her nipples are hard and trying there hardest to pierce through that...ever so thin tight shirt of hers. Along with that, she's wearing these high but loose pajama shorts on which look as though they are giving her a bit of camel toe.With a nervous crack in my voice I respond with. Oh hey stracy. No I was just doing some laundry and I noticed you still had your cloths in here. At that point I throw the thong back in. It was a story about mother and son incest! I couldn't believe my eyes. I finished the story and click on another link. It was under the theme BDSM. It was about a woman being treated like a slave. As I read on I couldn't believe my safe, controlling mom actually fantasized about stuff like this!!! As I continued on through the links all I found were incest and BDSM stories and even a few where the son "Dominates" his mom! As I read story after story I came to the conclusion that my mom. There he told her, “Since this is your first offense, I will take it a little easier on you this time.” He then proceeded took her over to one of her pieces of furniture she had seen the day before. It had a somewhat padded that came to just above her waist. In front of it stood a stock for her head and wrist. There was also a removable step. He made her step onto it and place her head and wrists into the stocks. He then closed the stocks trapping her head and hands in it. At first she thought,. My dad was out. It was a horrible day, so we stayed in. Dad came back with some beer.“What shall we do?” my dad asked.I looked at Paul and smiled.“Hmm.”"Let’s play a game of spin the bottle." Now dad looked at Paul. “What’s this game?”“Well dad, if it lands on you. You get to do something to one of us.”“Oohh I see.” Dad got some drinks to relax us.We sat on the floor. “I’ll start,” dad said.He spins the bottle. It landed on me. Paul shouted loudly, “So dad, ask sis to do something.”“Like.