Family Values Pt. 01

Disclaimer: This story contains acts of incest and extreme fetishes that may be sensitive or triggering to some. All Characters and events are fictional.

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Ever since I was a child something about my family just seemed off. I was adopted at an early age, and that in and of itself would naturally cause any child to question the nature of their upbringing. However, that never really seemed to bother me.

Compared to other families I would see, like my friends, or a family I saw on TV. My family seemed to have a much different dynamic. Joanna, my mother always expressed her love for me, and most certainly treated me as her own, but she was a strong disciplinarian. For even the slightest misbehavior, she would punish me. Spankings, time out, grounding me, etc, and as I got older, the discipline intensified. Even my Aunties on my mom's side, Teressa and Gabriella, were very strict. If I even slightly misbehaved, they would step in and punish me. The strange part to me was that I was never disciplined by any male figure. My mother was single, so I never had a father growing up, but even my uncles never so much as yelled at me. They would just simply inform my mom or one of my aunts if I did something wrong.

Sure, maybe my mom was just super strict, but what bothered me the most was that she never punished my sisters. I mean, I saw my younger sister, Zoey, get yelled at and have things taken from her, but as she got older, her and my older sister, Vicky, rarely got in trouble for anything.

My older brother, Derick, left home when I was still pretty young. Only because he went off to college and landed a job out of state, but whenever he was in town, I would talk to him about the way I was treated. He told me not to worry too much about it, and that our mom just believed boys needed more discipline than girls. He assured me it had nothing to do with me being adopted.

As I entered my teen years, I made sure to stay in line as to avoid any disciplinary action, and for the most part it worked. My mom bragged about how well she raised me, but just like any child, I made mistakes, and when I did, I knew what to expect.

My sisters on the other hand were spoiled brats. They were privileged beyond belief. Plus, they loved to team up against me. Sometimes lying to our mother just to get me in trouble.

Throughout the years, I felt as if they never had any repercussions for their actions. In fact, if I so much as interfered with them having their way, they would go straight to mom and insist I be punished. Sure enough, they always got their way. I would be bent over in no time getting a good whoopin while they watched and laughed. It was cruel and embarrassing to say the least.

The unfortunate thing, was that they were well aware they had this advantage and never hesitated to flex their power over me. They would force me to do chores for them such as folding their laundry, even putting me to ridiculous tasks like giving them and their friends pedicures. Whether my mother knew about this was irrelevant. If I didn't do what they said, they could make up almost anything and my mother would believe them.

Things really started getting out of hand when Vicky became an adult. My mom pretty much granted her the same authority over me as any other woman in the family. Including the full ability to discipline me. As bratty as my sister was, she was not as understanding as my mother. If she didn't like something I was doing, punishment was certain.

As I neared adulthood, and became of age to start questioning authority, I started slowly confronting my mother about the unfair balance of life between men and women in our family. Surprisingly, she was more than willing to hear me out and provide full explanations on her stance.

She confessed she was aware of the double standards taking place in the household and provided wholehearted answers as to why she believed in that particular dynamic. Her main stance was that the world would be a much better place if men just obeyed the women in their life, and that for too long men have had their way, leading to devastating results in our world today. Like violence, rape, and corruption in politics.

My mother was an extremely intelligent person, and I admired her for that. In fact, if she told me to do something, she always provided a valid reason, and that helped me in staying comfortable with the way things were. I never felt abused by her, and figured every decision she made for me, truly was in my best interest.

As I got closer and closer to becoming an adult, my mother would have to go talk to my sister sometimes as her ways of disciplining me were becoming too creative. Sometimes, she'd have to double check with our mom first before punishing me, and would get frustrated when she wouldn't approve.

I never quite got what they would argue about, but one day I overheard them having a long talk. The words were hard to make out, but what I specifically remember hearing my mom say was, "he's not an adult yet. Once he's an adult and has the judgment and ability to willfully consent, fine, but as of now that's not going to be an option." I couldn't tell what my sister said in return, but heard my mother saying, "and even then, I want you to wait until I've had the opportunity to fully explain everything."

I remember hearing that conversation and wondering what they were talking about, but at the same time, I knew it could be anything good. Either way, I figured I would find out once I was an adult.

Sure enough, high school came to an end, my 18th birthday had passed and nothing had changed. I never noticed anything different. My mom and my sister still treated me the same. However, that all changed one night.

I respected the rules of the house as best as I could, but just like any 18 year old boy, I had sexual desires and whenever I could secretly fit it in, I would masturbate. I had never been caught before, thankfully, but I honestly had no clue what would happen if I were. Inevitably though, I was caught eventually, and by Vicky of all people.

I remember hearing a few creaks in the hallway outside my room one day while I was looking at porn, and that should've set me off guard and caused me to stop, but I ignored the sounds, thinking it was nothing and that I was just being paranoid. It turned out that Vicky had actually opened my door quietly and spied on me as if she knew the whole time. She snuck up slowly behind me, and just as I saw her reflection on the screen of my laptop, she began shouting. I nearly hurt myself attempting to tuck my penis back into my underwear and close the browser but it was useless, I was busted.

"Oh my God, you fucking pervert!" She yelled breaking my relaxing moment of silence. "Just what the hell do you think you are doing?"

I struggled to answer as I fumbled to cover myself, but was quickly cut off, "no no, shut up. I can't believe I just walked in on you like this. I'm telling Mom as soon as she gets home."

"No please Vicky, don't tell Mom," I begged.

"How could I not? I mean, honestly, I should punish you for this right now, but I really think Mom needs to hear about this first, and I assume this is not your first time doing this in her home. Oooh, you are gonna get it so bad."

"Please Vicky, this is already embarrassing enough, don't tell Mom, please."

"Stop, just stop," she interrupted. Her eyes veered over to the computer screen. My attempt to close out the webpages had failed, and she was able to see the pictures of naked women I was looking at. "You know what, hand me your computer."

Reluctantly, I handed over the computer. I was thinking maybe I should've attempted to close the web pages real quick, but it probably would've just made her more angry with me.

"I'm going to confiscate this from you to show mom exactly what you were looking at."

"Vicky, no" I protest.

"Say no to me one more time and you're getting the belt understood?"

I saw her start to unbuckle the black leather belt holding her jeans up on her waist. "Yes ma'am, sorry" I replied lowering my head.

She relaxed and adjusted the buckle back in place. "Okay listen up, no more talking. I want you to stay in your room until either Mom or I say it's okay to come out. No television, no entertainment of any sort. You're gonna sit here in silence, and think about your actions. When Mom gets home, I'm going to show her the computer, and we'll go from there. Oh, and put your tiny little penis back in your pants. Pathetic!" She said, shaking her head. Then she walked out of my bedroom slamming the door behind her.

I took a deep breath and laid down on my bed. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and nervous at the same time. Upset with myself for getting caught and thinking it was okay to risk it while my sister was at home in the first place.

Despite having nothing to do, the hours went by quick and I soon heard the garage door open. I knew my mother was home and would soon see the websites I had opened on the computer. My heart began pacing as I knew there was no way I was getting let off the hook for this one.

About a half hour after her arrival I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Jeffery!" I heard my mom call out from downstairs.

I quickly got up and opened the door. "Yes?"

"Come down to the living room please," she replied in a polite, yet very serious tone.

"Yes ma'am," I replied, and gathered myself quickly. I took a deep breath and began the frightening walk downstairs.

As I entered the living room, I saw Vicky and my mom talking, I'm not sure exactly what about, but they quickly ended their conversation once they noticed me.

"Can you give us a minute Vicky," my mother said to my sister. "I just need to talk to Jeffrey alone for a little while, then you can come back in."

"Sure, no problem Mom." She replied as she stood up to head for the kitchen.

"Have a seat next to me Jeffrey," my mom instructed.

As I walked over to the couch, I noticed my laptop was sitting directly in front of her, and sure enough, the webpages were still open.

"I take it you already know what this is about?"

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

"Well, I want to be fair here and give you a chance to explain everything. I've already heard your sister's side of the story, but given the severity of the situation, I want to hear it from you too."

I thought about lying or distorting the truth, but the situation was pretty self explanatory, and I decided to just be truthful and remorseful.

I took a deep breath and responded, "Well, as I'm sure you can see, I was looking at porn this afternoon."

"Just looking?" She asked.

"No, I... Sorry Mom, this is super embarrassing for me."

"Take your time, I have all night," she said as she crossed her arms with a smirk, then took off her reading glasses to look me directly in the eyes.

"I was masturbating," I sigh as my face started flushing red.

"You don't need to be embarrassed. I knew we'd run into this issue at some point, and I'm actually surprised this has just now come to light. Now I take it this hasn't been the first time?"

"No ma'am," I replied.

"I figured as much, and it's good that you're being honest with me."

"I'm sorry Mom, I really am."

"Well it's not me you need to apologize to, it's your sister, right?"

"Yes ma'am, and I certainly didn't mean for her to see it, she snuck up on me. If I had known she was spying or even near by, I would've stopped immediately."

She put her hand up to cut me off, "now now, let's not try to flip this and make it about her, she's not the one who is on trial here. Plus, your sister is well within her right to investigate if she thinks something is going on in this house that shouldn't be."

"Sorry, I know Mom. It's just the double standard frustrates me. I mean, if this were the other way around, and I had even just accidentally caught her doing it, it would still be me that was in trouble."

I knew I wasn't making anything better with that statement, but I had to know why. She responded as if I should have already known. "We've talked about this before Jeffery. I'm surprised you still don't get it. You, well boys in general, need to be watched carefully, and if you're doing something that needs to be done in private, then you probably shouldn't be doing it in the first place. Us women on the other hand need our privacy, and if she wants to masturbate, I'm not worried, and I'll tell you why."

She placed her reading glasses back on and reached for the laptop. "With Vicky, I don't have to worry about her watching stuff like this..." She hit the back button on the browser a few times and pulled up a video I had been watching way before Vicky had walked in on me.

"Look," she said as she hit play. We sat and watched the clip in silence for a moment. The scene was of a muscular man getting a blowhob from a younger, very petite girl. At times the man would be forceful with her in ways like pushing the back of her head forward and gagging her. Sometimes even taking his penis and slapping her in the face.

After the extremely awkward silence of watching porn with my mom, she paused and began lecturing me. "This is what concerns me. Men watch these pornos and get it in their heads that they can treat women this way. They fail to recognize that these women are consenting adults, and that it is a fictional scenario. I mean, how many of these videos actually show the women getting what they want out of it? How often do these men reciprocate? I won't have you thinking this way. A real man is eager to please his female partners. Women take time and patience and you must learn how to please a woman first before anything else." Her frustration and tone raised with each word.

"Yes ma'am, you are right," I replied hoping that's what she wanted to hear. "Although, most of the porn out there seems to be geared towards men, and when I talk to my male friends about these types of things, they only talk about what they want too. How am I supposed to learn the other way?"

"It's good you mention that," she replied. "Because that's part of what I wanted to discuss with you next. Teaching you how to please a woman will require some thought and persistence. So for the moment what I really want to focus on, is making sure this incident never happens again."

"It won't mom, I swear."

"Well I think more needs to be done to make sure of that than just a simple promise, and since you are an adult now, I think it's time we discuss your future in this home."

"How do you mean?" I asked completely confused.

"I mean, I can't completely control you anymore. You are an adult and technically have the ability to say no to me. You can do what you wish with your life now. So I think we need to establish a new set of rules here, if you wish to continue living under this roof."

"Okay, like what?" I asked.

She continued, "as far as what is acceptable behavior, everything will pretty much remain the same. You know what you are allowed and not allowed to do, and if you misbehave you will be punished, same as usual. However, I think we need to become more creative with the punishments themselves. A simple spanking stops working on boys eventually. I want to make sure that you're actually learning a lesson and not just dealing with the standard consequences. Also, there needs to be more responsibilities for you around the house. I'm sure there's some things you can do for your sisters and I. Does that sound fair?

"Yes ma'am, I guess so."

"Good. So, we'll think of some things, but there's one thing I'm going to enforce right away. Considering this incident, we need to make sure you aren't able to masturbate anymore. That is something I will not tolerate in this house, and if you're going to live here with us as an adult, I'm going to have to insist that you wear a chastity belt."

For a second I thought she was joking, but it certainly didn't seem like the time and place for her to be comical. I responded, "really? Like how do you mean?"

She explained, "well for men, it's not an actual belt, it's more of a mold surrounding the penis itself, and would prevent you from touching yourself or receiving any pleasure. It also prevents the shaft from being able to expand so it'll subdue your erections as well."

She was being totally serious, and I felt as though she had lost her mind. I had to protest the idea. "Mom, that doesn't sound very safe or comfortable. It sounds like something from the medieval times."

"Well we may have to try a few to get you one that's a comfortable fit, but no, they have modernized them quite a bit. Historically, you are right though, they were used in those times by queens and noble families to keep young men from misbehaving, and remaining focused on their duties.

"Mom, this sounds a little extreme, don't you think?"

"Not at all, when your brother was still living here, he was required to wear one as well, and I bet if you talked to him, he'd tell you he was thankful for everyday I made him wear it. In fact, the last time I spoke to him, he said his girlfriend has him wear one too."

I couldn't believe this was an actual thing. I shook my head in shock, and then my mom slipped back into a much more serious tone. "Listen, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to. If at any point you feel these new rules are something you can't cope with, I won't judge you for leaving. However, we have a strict, female dominant dynamic, that we hold dear in this family. So if you want to keep living here, you must follow the orders of the women in this family, is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand. However, I'm kind of getting the impression you're suggesting I move out, is this your way of trying to tell me you don't want me around anymore?" I asked.

"No no no, not at all Jeffery. Let me be clear about something, I love you, more than anything. You are my son, and I want the absolute best for you. Everyone does, Vicky, Zoey, your aunt Teresa and Gabriella, your grandma Azra. They all love you very much."

"Come on Mom, Vicky and Zoey do not love me, they torment me whenever they get the chance."

"I know it may seem that way now, but later in life you'll see, they truly have the best intentions for you, and Vicky is going through a faze where she thinks the best way to lead is through strict discipline. I will express your concerns to her though. Maybe she'll be a little more open with her concern for your well being, but I must ask that you trust her and do what she tells you. She learns from me and the rest of the women in this family."

"If you say so," I replied. "I'll try to give her the benefit of the doubt, and of course I will continue to do as she says if that's how it must be."

She smiled at me and gave me a loving hug. It still continued to surprise me just how progressive our talks were.

She chuckled softly, "you know, if you think your sister is strict, you should see aunt Gabriella with her husband. She does not hesitate for a second to give his backside a good whoopin, and she favors the cane most of the time."

"Wow really?" I ask.

"Ya, whenever you acted up when she was over here, I had to rush to punish you myself. I fought hard to protect you from her standards of discipline."

I responded, "I had no idea, thanks I guess."

"I told you, I love you and always will. Adopting you was one of the best decisions I've made in life. I truly hope you never leave."

"Don't worry Mom, I have no immediate plans of getting out of here, and it's nice to hear you say that."

"I'm glad..." She wiped a few tears from her face and began to speak in a serious tone once more. "Back to the issue at hand, I feel that long term chastity should satisfy me as a suitable punishment for your actions today, but unfortunately this isn't just about me. Vicky is pushing for swift physical punishment at the bare minimum for the experience that you put her through today, and I feel as though it is not my place to deny her of that justice."