Mom's Dilemma Redux
Copyright© 2024 by DaMuddaFukkah
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Inspired by the greatest rape fantasy story I ever read, "MOM’S DILEMMA" by Coyote, I take a crack at rewriting it, putting my own spin on the classic tale and substituting in all the girls from my own personal fantasies. Introduction: A wrong turn down a dirt road turns into a nightmare more horrifying than anything prudish mother Janet Smith could have imagined while it also becomes a fantasy and an opportunity that Janet’s own son and three other young boys would have never believed.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Crime Horror Incest Mother Son Brother Sister MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male White Female Cream Pie First Oral Sex ENF Slow Violence
No one then said a word. No one even asked for her permission. It was like Janet didn’t exist or, if she did exist then at least she didn’t matter. Instead, the good doctor and her protégé, her own three children, Jenny, 15 and her two twins, Jesse and James, 14 simply climbed into the car along with their friend Timmy and a boy whose skin was as black as the darkest midnight. This boy didn’t even bother to introduce himself but Janet would soon come to know him very well and know that his name was Chuck.
“Sure I guess I can take them.” Janet now said more than a little passive-aggressively. “You know ... if they’re going my way.”
It was more trouble to argue than it was worth, Janet now thought, and if she became angry about the lack of respect she had just been shown then, in the end, she would be made out to be the bad guy. Hopefully, what the camp director said was true and she wouldn’t be forced to drive too far out of her way before she could kick all of her uninvited guests out of her van. Now the statuesque blond who Janet thought might be as much as 8 inches taller than her own 5’4” height loomed over her.
“Oh, thank you Mrs. Smith” Dr Moore now said in a syrupy sweet voice that seemed to ooze right out of her.
“I promise you, if you just drop me off by my car, I’ll take all the extra children with me and drop them off myself.”
“Alright then that will be our first stop,” said Janet in reply. The pretty Mormon mom would never admit it to herself but she really couldn’t wait to get the black boy out of her car. For, though she had told herself that all people were god’s children innumerable times, Janet couldn’t deny what she knew to be true. Blacks were different. Sure, there were a few good ones among the masses but, for the most part, they were loud and vulgar and tended to be disorderly. They were unkempt and just as racist as any white person she had ever met. Of course, it was o.k. for them to look down on people of other races, on white women like herself but, worst of all, they were ill mannered and, even more repulsively, they almost never seemed to be clean. Janet now felt a shiver of disgust as it rolled down her spine. She then looked in the rear view mirror and watched as the black boy take a seat in the second row of the Suburban; directly behind the front seat passenger.
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