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The Worm Has Turned

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Chapter 3: The Turtlehead

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Turtlehead - 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  

She stopped farther away this time, but still in earshot, and listened to a whole new sequence of bitter cursing. After a couple of minutes passed, she heard a loud thump, and Dale was suddenly silent.

She expected to hear him call her name again, but there was only silence.

After two more minutes, she couldn’t stop herself. What had happened?

Lynn poked her head into the room, then covered her mouth with her hand, disbelieving what she saw.

Dale was partially on the floor; his feet were awkwardly twisted in the blankets up in the bed, while the rest of him was down on the rug. She saw he was stuck sideways with his shoulder and arm beneath him in an obviously uncomfortable position. His back was against the side of the mattress and box spring, and one hand was squeezing his dick.

“You need help?”

This was a profoundly stupid question, but he couldn’t object.

“I need the urinal or the pan, right now! Or else I’m going to pee on the rug. Please!”

The bedpan was in front of him but turned the wrong way, so she rotated it and watched as he released his grip and peed noisily into the metal pan. Then she looked at his face.

Dale was crying! She just realized it; he was controlling himself and not making any sounds, just leaking tears. He wasn’t even sniffling.

“I’ll pull your feet loose so you can get flat; I can put the bedpan underneath, and you can go number two.”

“It’s too late for that.”

 
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