The Worm Has Turned
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 3: Saturday Night
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: Saturday Night - Routinely, Dale beats his daughter, son, and wife. For money, he forces his wife into gang bangs he films, then he sells the degrading clips online. Her misery ends with Dale's car accident. He's sent home, bedridden, dependent, nasty, and bigoted. Daughter's big black boyfriend visits, and adds MFF threesomes with mom. Mom's Latino friend comes often. Son's lover bang's him every night. Now stuck in bed alone, he cant avoid hearing them all having great sex. (Completed 9/4/24)
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Tear Jerker Cheating Cuckold Incest Mother Daughter FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Doctor/Nurse Size Nudism Prostitution Revenge
The next day, Lynn spent the day in bed. Dale growled at her for being “lazy,” but left her mostly alone. After dinner, Lynn saw he was back on his PC, editing the video from the previous night. He changed the clip to cut between his handheld camera and the stationary camera. Last was adding titles and copyright notices and so forth.
Even more revolting, he had his dick out and was jerking away, muttering under his breath.
“Yeah, bitch, take it, take it all...”
He finished with the editing and uploaded the clip, then turned around to face her with his erection bobbling.
“Spread your legs!”
“But I’m sore!”
“I don’t care! Do it, or I’ll slap you silly!”
He forced his way in and scraped against her tender tissues twelve or fifteen times, then ejaculated and pulled out. Then he got up and shut down the computer, turned off the lights, and fell into bed without a word. Two minutes after that, he was snoring.
Lynn carefully slipped out of the bed, stepped into the bathroom, shut the door, and sat on the toilet lid. Forty-five minutes after that, all cried out, she returned to bed.
Almost three weeks later, Dale was fussing with a stack of papers from work. Angrily, he wrote a nasty email to his boss full of bitter complaints about the incompetence of his subordinates and his insultingly low salary. He pushed the cursor over the send button and placed his index finger on the mouse, ready to click.
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