My Desires
Copyright© 2020 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A sociopath sister, intent on marrying a doctor someday for his money, introduces her younger brother to sex. The church-going mother gets drunk when learning her daughter is pregnant (the teen lied) and gets set up to be blackmailed by her daughter who wants to experience girl-on-girl sex. A video of forced oral that doesn't look forced. More videos. More blackmail
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Group Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex
She has a disgusted look on her face, but doesn’t say anything. I press my lips to hers and her mouth remains firmly closed. I notice just how soft they are compared to any of the boys I’ve kissed and there’s something pleasant about this. Mom really doesn’t want to kiss me, since this is her choice and I wonder if she’d really rather eat my pussy than kiss me.
Her mouth opens as my tongue presses in and it’s like kissing a dead fish. There’s no movement of her tongue at all and know she can taste herself. Mom doesn’t pull back and her mouth stays open as she lets me have my way with her.
Her eyes are closed and this has nothing to do with the passion of the kiss, since there would have to be some passion there. I don’t mind mom not looking at me, but that will change in time. Mom needs to learn to enjoy what we do, since that’s the only way I can really learn about being with another woman.
I pull back and her eyes remain closed as her mouth quickly follows. She clearly wants this to be over with quickly and I’m too tired to go any further. I’ve got plenty of time to fully break her and have no doubt I will. Mom is mine and she’ll learn to accept it.
“Look at me, mom,” I say with a commanding voice. Her eyes open and I see a lot of emotions I will never know. “I’m going to bed and I don’t care what you sleep in. Tomorrow, I want you to trim your bush, or shave the fucking thing off.” Her eyes widen as my words sink in. “That’s right, mom. Tomorrow we’re going to continue and I don’t want another fucking pubic hair in my mouth. Do you understand?”
A nod is all I need and I know she’s fighting back crying in front of me. She doesn’t want to give me anything and mom has no idea what I am. I was certain she’d figure out that I’m a sociopath after this, but she doesn’t have a clue.
I leave her to her thoughts as I pick up my robe and hear her sobbing after I leave her room. There won’t be any restless sleep for me tonight, since there never is. Mom may have a hard time sleeping, but I won’t. One of the advantages of feeling nothing is to never have to worry about things like guilt.
I wake early and feel even more rested than I thought. I grab the same robe I wore yesterday and don’t tie it off. My fingers unplug my phone and slip it into the same pocket. It may com in handy later and don’t want to waste time returning to my room to get it.
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