Mom's Dilemma Redux
Copyright© 2024 by DaMuddaFukkah
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
At first the drive went by uneventfully although it wasn’t more than a couple of minutes before Janet realized she had pushed the old SUV up past 80 miles per hour.
Oh god can you imagine what it would be like to get pulled over out here! Janet thought to herself but then she thought that might not be a bad idea. For, on one hand while the local law enforcement might be as much of a bunch of backwood inbred rednecks as the men in the store had obviously been, maybe they wouldn’t be. After all, there had to be some decent folk living around this place, didn’t there? If she saw any sign of law enforcement before they left whatever county they were in maybe she would pull over Janet decided but then again perhaps she wouldn’t because all she wanted was to get home and if she had to recount the tale of being assaulted in the convenience store it would bring up those horrible, painful memories that she just wanted to pretend never happened and Janet didn’t know if that agony was worth it, especially if she would then have to go through the pain of finding out that the men involved hadn’t faced any consequences. No, it may pain her and make her sick to her stomach, Janet now decided, and also set a bad example for her daughter but if she did see any sign of law enforcement, she would just drive on by. It was better to get this behind her and get back to her normal life then to drag out this painful experience for anywhere from hours to months especially when she had a carful of strangers with her and even more so if she had to come back and testify in whatever passed for a courthouse in this backwards trainwreck of a county. Now, after all of her agonizing, it turns out it didn’t matter for Janet didn’t see any sign of law enforcement but instead came to where some workmen were blocking the road. They were standing there in dirty overalls and blaze orange vests and the brightness of the fluorescent orange on their vests only made the dirty orange stripes on the ROAD CLOSED sign seem that much more dingy by result.
They also wore hardhats, which Janet now thought was weird because she didn’t think she remembered previous road crews doing that but, even though the gorgeous Mormon mom felt tiny alarm bells going off in her head, she swung the big suburban off the two lane highway and onto the dirt road towards which the detour arrow was pointed. As she now continued to drive, Janet’s sense that something was wrong continued to grow. There hadn’t been any sign of any work being done. There hadn’t even been any equipment or vehicles where the road had been closed, at least none other than a dusty old tow truck that had been parked along the right shoulder just beyond the sign. A memory of it all, the sign, the gate that closed the road and the tow truck beyond it and the man standing beside it in dusty overalls, hardhat, orange vest and a neck gaiter covering the lower half of his face. But the way he had stared at her, It was now that Janet realized that she recognized his eyes. They had stared at her from just over the top of his neck gaiter in that same cold and dead way.
As if he wasn’t really alive or ... as if ... he had possessed no conscience. She hadn’t realized it until now perhaps because dirty overalls didn’t seem out of place where road work was being done but now Janet was sure that the man standing by the sign had been the same man who had assaulted her in the store. Panic now tore throughout her body causing Janet to slam on the ancient vehicle’s brakes but by then it was too late. The dusty tan cloth that covered the jagged metal spikes had been made to mimic the surface of the road and it did a decent job and yet, had Janet not had her epiphany right at that moment, she might have been able to avoid it. Instead, in that moment, she froze as her legs went rigid and stomped on the brakes and all four tires of the Suburban were ripped to shreds by the metal spikes under the cloth.
BANG! BANG! The sound of first the front tires and then the rear ones exploding sounded almost like gunshots going off in rapid succession and Janet now yanked the steering wheel as the car veered to the right and then went off the side of the road, down the embankment and through the heavy undergrowth until it finally ran into a tree. Fortunately, the vehicle hadn’t been going very fast but, even so, everyone in the car was slammed forward into their seatbelts while Janet also hit her head on the steering wheel causing everything to go black.
The next thing that Janet knew was that she was waking up. Her neck hurtAnd there was some sort of uncomfortable piece of fabric pressing into her chest while multiple voices chattered in the backgroundMaking it impossible to understand what each person was trying to say.
“Oh God! What happened? Is anybody hurt?”
Janet finally made out the voice of what sounded like a woman her own age, highly educated and white of course, but the memory of her trip and of meeting Beverly had yet to come back to her.
“Jesus Christ lady, you trying to kill us or something?”
This second voice was angry, outraged, male and black, that was obvious to Janet, but still a child. Yet, unlike her meeting Beverly, which had been so routine as to have been completely forgettable, there was no forgetting her first meeting nor any subsequent interaction with the loathsome and repulsive Chuck. An image of him now flashed in Janet’s mind, the way he had leered at her so disrespectfully, the way he had barked orders at her in the car, practically demanding that she stop at the rundown dump that had doubled as a convenience store. The convenience store, now it was all coming back to her, that horrible humiliating nightmare that she was desperate to forget and then there was the sign, and the turn off onto the dirt road and the sound that sounded like gunshots. Oh god, had she been in an accident? Had someone actually been shooting at her? At her car? Janet’s eyes fluttered open as new voices now joined the cacophony.
“Hey bitch you trespassing!” one shouted and his voice now sounded as if he were standing right outside her window.
“Don’t worry lady, we gonna pull you out of there!”, said another.
“Only cost you fie hunned dollah!”