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Blackmailed Mom

Copyright© 2024 by Beaverhunt

Chapter 6

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - “I know you’re my mother and I’m your son. Get down on your knees and suck my dick. Unless you want me to fuck your ass?” Hanson's drugged him Mom, hellbent on payback. His friend Walt is going to record and participate, and his twin sister Jasmine will get in on things too. "You don’t have to burn in the fiery pits of hell. Give up your heathen ways, Hanson.” Not a chance, Mom, thinks Hanson.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Teenagers   Blackmail   Coercion   Drunk/Drugged   NonConsensual   Rape   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Son   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Masturbation   Oral Sex  

The hot water feels good as it washes everything away. Soap and shampoo are a gift from God, since they can wash away anything, just like God. I wish Hanson would stop putting his soul at risk, since I don’t want him to bun in the fiery pits. If he doesn’t straighten up and live his life for God, then that’s exactly where he’s going.

I’m standing before the fogged mirror as deodorant presses against my pits and glad I can’t see myself clearly in the reflection. Last night remains hidden and part of me doesn’t want to know what happened. As long as I don’t know, there’s nothing to ask forgiveness for. Just to be safe, if I did anything wrong, Jesus, forgive me.

I feel a little better after the silent prayer and start to cover myself the way all people should. Even at home, people should conceal their bodies and remember God watches everything. My bra bites into my skin the way it should, since it helps to ward off vanity.

I forgot to shave. What’s wrong with me? I do it everyday and completely slipped my mind. Waking up naked’s thrown me off completely. There’s no church today and don’t have to go anywhere. It’s just one day and I’ll take care of it tomorrow. I’m overdue for dying my hair and can’t believe those women had the audacity to mention anything to me about vanity. They’re the ones who can’t go a day without putting on makeup and perfume.

That’s alright. They’re all going to burn in hell, since none of them are righteous. They lie to themselves about living for God, but I know the truth. None of them have the fire of God burning inside of them and the only fire they’re going to feel is courtesy of the devil.

With my body covered the way it should be, I leave my room and doesn’t matter now that I didn’t lock the door. My hair’s pulled back and have slippers to help warm my feet. Hanson didn’t see anything and even if something happened last night, God’s forgiven me.

Hanson’s sitting at the table with his short, brown hair all over the place and smiling about something as he eats his breakfast. I know he’s not thinking about his soul, since he wouldn’t have that look on his face. His move to mine and he smiles a little wider. Whatever thoughts are going through his mind are going to cause him to burn.

I’m not hungry, but my throats a little dry. My jaw’s too sore to think about opening my mouth, but have to do something. His brown eyes linger a little and wonder if he saw me sleeping. Couldn’t have. There’s no way Hanson wouldn’t cover me up.

 
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