Terror in the Snowstorm
©Copyright 2017 wantsomefun
Chapter 32
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32 - A college student, Seth, finds his snooty/bitchy exGF in a wreck in a major snowstorm. Despite her attitude, he persists with trying to help her. Two huge rednecks come along and quickly show that they have ill intentions for the hot girl, and quickly take over the situation. A series of events causes the girl to reevaluate her impression of Seth in this crazy whirlwind of a story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Coercion Rape Heterosexual Fiction Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
“When Tara and I were there last night, it was pretty obvious that my Mom and Dad fell in love with her. If you let them see how much you love your daughter, too, they’ll focus on that. They love me the same way, so you guys will automatically have some common ground. Just take it from there.”
Joshua said, “Thanks, son. I needed to hear that from you. Now, if everyone is done with breakfast, let’s go into the great room.”
As we entered the room, Tara let out a squeal of delight. “Oh Mom, Daddy, you did it again!” The room had been transformed overnight into a Christmas scene like a Norman Rockwell painting. There was a huge tree decorated with antique ornaments. A Christmas village scene was laid out underneath it, complete with houses, shops, snow-covered yards and streets, children sledding, and horse-drawn sleighs. The windows of the room were draped with holly and pine garland, and large, bulging stockings hung at the fireplace. It was beautiful.
Amanda said, “We never did much in the way of gifts at Christmas. Usually, we just let Santa fill our stockings. And look, there’s one for each of us. Tara, honey, why don’t you get them down and bring them to us?”
Tara brought each of us our stockings. Amanda emptied hers first. The gifts inside were simple, but personal (and some, obviously expensive). There were gourmet chocolates, perfume, an onyx and jade pen and pencil set, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings.
Joshua went next. He pulled out a box of pool cue chalk, a small leather-bound appointment book, after-shave, and a set of ruby and diamond cufflinks.
When it was Tara’s turn, she found a bag of macadamia nuts (“My favorite!” she laughed), perfume, a new cell phone, and a small wrapped box that could have held a bracelet. “What’s this, she asked?”
“Open it,” her Mom and Dad said together. When she did, she just sat there with a stunned look on her face, her lower lip trembling.
“What is it?” I asked, leaning over to look.
As Tara held up a key fob, a horn sounded outside. We looked up to see Suzette stepping out of a new, red Mercedes sport coupe.
Joshua came over and hugged his daughter. “The truck picked up your vehicles yesterday. There was no fixing your car, so we got you a new one. Merry Christmas, honey.”
“Oh Mom, Daddy, thank you!” Tara cried, her wet eyes beginning to spill tears of joy down her cheeks. “Come on, everyone, let’s go out and see it!”
“Hang on a minute, sweetheart,” Amanda chided her daughter, smiling indulgently. “Let Seth empty his stocking first. Show some manners, young lady.”