They Will all Listen

[Long time lurker, first story ever published (pls be kind, although I would love all types of feedback)].

Going to get pretty kinky and have some unique fetishes down the line. At the end of my branch of this story, kinks are going to involve some NTR, Harem, **** Mentality, ****, Serial Corruption, and mass recruitment. There will be zero M/M content.]

[Anyone feel free to add on your own chapters, just create a new branch wherever you want. I would love to see some more stories based around the idea of how far the domination/BDSM can go.]

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Life’s alright for me, but it’s about to get a lot better.

I’m Andy. 22 years old, back living with my parents. I grew up pretty privileged, wanting a career in sports, but having trouble getting my foot in the door. Despite having good grades and graduating from a well-renowned college, I'm back at home living with my parents.

For most kids, I feel like this would be a pretty tough time. But like I said earlier, I grew up pretty privileged. I grew up in a suburb of Los Angeles, and although my family wasn’t filthy rich, money was really never an issue for us. Despite my parents splitting up with each other when I was ten, I’ve lived a good life. Splitting time with my Mom and Dad, in a really nice neighborhood. Both my parents remarried when I was in high school, so I now go to split the week, one roughly at each house while I hunt for jobs.

I stay mostly with my Mom, because she makes more money. I wouldn’t call her a Tiger Mom growing up, but the next closest thing. I know that her number one priority in life is providing for my sister and I, and she worked really hard to do that, not only providing but thriving. She made enough to raise us two alone in a really nice/expensive town, and pay for our college.

Although she works really hard and long hours, I can’t imagine that she doesn’t make most of her money because of her looks. My mom had my older sister when she was 25, and me 28. So right now, my mom is 50 years old, but she looks far from it. She could easily pass as someone in her mid thirties. She has a runner's body, and puts a lot of time into her appearance. She runs five times per week to stay in shape, so she’s skinny with an outline of some abs. That doesn’t take away from her DD sized breasts and firm bubble butt she was gifted with. You add that to her dirty blond hair, and a face that can somewhat remind you of Jennifer Aniston, and you’ve got yourself my MILF mother, Jane.

She's a smart, independent, fierce woman who doesn’t really take any disrespect. She’s kind, funny, but puts her foot down when she needs to. Which was quite often for me. See, my mom didn’t grow up like I did, she spoiled us, but she expected some things in return. Good grades, give respect, be home at certain hours yada yadda yadda. As I’ve matured, I've learned to respect these rules a bit more. Especially since one of them was to provide for yourself after college, and I couldn’t really do that right off the bat after I graduated.

So here I am about a month into living with Mom and Richard, her new Husband. Richard is fine, he’s like 6’2 and in really good shape. Not to mention he works from home (similar to my mother), and he makes as much as she does if not more. I could almost see why my mom married him, almost.

With these two now sharing a bank account, money became less of an issue. We had a bunch of cars, did construction to the house to make it bigger and more luxurious, they even redid the master bedroom for themselves. With two kids who graduated college, my Mom was kind of living out her dream life. But fucking Richard, god that guy sucked.

Sure he looked good, but he wasn’t anything special. He was a MAGA idiot in a town not very full of them, but he’s always seemed to make it work. He likes to talk politics but brings up the worst points left and right, and won’t really listen whenever Mom or I try to debate him. He’s one of those guys who thinks things should always break his way, and that everyone else should listen to him. I mean, look, I can’t blame him. If I had his looks, his money, his demeanor, I would act the same way as well. The worst was at night, I could tell that he definitely was good in bed, because my MILF of a mom can’t hold back the noises she makes at night.

“Please Rich, ugh, F-finish me…” are only some of the shit I hear from their room down the hall past 11 PM. Now that I’m home, single, recently dumped (more on that later), and unemployed, it’s only appropriate that I jerk myself to sleep like that some nights.

Alright, enough background for now. Let's talk here and now.