My New Home
Copyright© 2026 by ExtremeDarkPerversion
Chapter 4
Incest Story: Chapter 4 - A girl tells her mother she doesn't want to move in with her mother's boyfriend. She tells her that he is creepy. But the mother tells her she is imagining it. The boyfriend makes it clear she isn't.
Caution: This Incest Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Humiliation Sadistic Torture Masturbation Indian Erotica
“Wait! Just wait ... your room ... it’s just the best”, he exclaims.
I can feel his penis poking my back as he guides me to my room in his house while covering my eyes with his hands. He is shirtless and wearing thin, loose shorts that don’t hide the shape of his penis at all.
He finally stops.
“Are you ready!”, he exclaims.
I don’t do anything. He takes his hands away from my eyes.
I open them.
For a second, the pinkness of the room fills my eyes. The bed, the walls, the cupboards, and the dressing table are all coloured in bright shades of pink. There is a big TV in the room, covering almost the entire wall. Some kind of cotton clouds with pink LEDs are randomly spread on the wall. The less are blinking slowly, making them look like pinkish stars. There are pictures of Disney princesses on the wall. The room looks almost magical. For a second, it looks like a very rich eight year old girls room.
But if somebody looks at them for more than a second, they will realise it’s not an innocent room of a girl.
Elsa is wearing a gown made of ice, but it’s so transparent you can see through her dress. Seven dwarves are all groping snow white in various places, and Ariel is completely nude, and an octopus has wrapped its legs around her breasts and between her legs.
I look at Mom. She is on all fours like a “bitch”. She is wearing a thin, see-through crop top that barely covers her breasts and a plaid skirt that is barely bigger than some belts. She is not wearing a bra, so I can see everything, her breasts, her nipples, everything. At the bottom, the skirt is barely able to hide her see-through red g-string. To match everything, she has made her lips look red and wet, applied heavy pinkish highlights with silver glitter around her eyes, and used her usual mascara. On her neck, there is a thick black choker with a hook. The hook is connected to an iron leash that he is holding. She is wearing high heels to complete the look of a whore.
She sees me looking at her, gives a weak smile and looks away.
Suddenly, he picks me up as I scream in shock and look towards my Mom for help. She just smiles as he moves forward and throws me on the bed.
I scream as I fall and brace for impact when impact doesn’t come at all. The bed, which is twice the size of my parents’ in the old home, is filled with the softest mattress I have ever felt. Then I feel the pink sheets. They looked like polyester or something, but now, I don’t know. It feels like a liquid, it is just so silky and soft. It is not sticking to skin at all, like at all.
“You like the bed?”, he asks as I look at him.
I see my almost naked mother on her fours. She has sold herself and me for this. This nice house and these nice things. Tears bubble in my eyes.
Then he grabs my hand and pulls me up. “There’s more surprise”, he says delightedly. He then pulls me to a wall. What I immediately didn’t see is that it has a handle, like a door handle. He pulls it sideways to reveal a big, gorgeous bathroom. It has mirrors, small plants and big, beautiful bathtub and shower, golden taps and an overall golden glow. The tap on the basin has some sculptures, and it’s naked women. All taps and the shower have naked women. He shows me my new brush and toothpaste hidden behind the mirror above the basin.
“Wait, I need to piss”, he says. Then he gestures to Mom to open her mouth. She does, and he keeps the butt end of the leash in it. My mom keeps biting it. He enters and closes the bathroom door. Mom and I both try to avoid looking at each other and just hear him pee in silence.
He opens the bathroom door when he is finished and grabs the leash again.
“I missed a few drops”, he says to my mom. My mom smiles weakly, nods and enters the bathroom.
While I am thinking it’s so horrible that my Mom is cleaning his piss, I see my Mom kneel in front of the commode and start licking the seat. Horrified, my eyes widen in shock.
Mom cleans the toilet seat with her mouth, rinses the seat and her mouth and then casually walks out as if it’s an entirely normal thing to do.
Then he pulls me again. This time, he makes me stand in front of the biggest cupboard.
“Another surprise”, he says delightedly and slides it open.
It was a surprisingly big cupboard with leds lighting in every corner so that you could see every single thing.
There were multiple layers of hanger rods. There must be hundreds of tops, shorts and skirts. None of the shirts looks like they would extend beyond my breasts, and none of the skirts or shorts would cover even a third of my thighs. They are exactly like what Mom is wearing.
I glance at Mom. Finally, I see her look as horrified as me. She sees me looking at me, gives a quick, small smile and turns her face. Of course, she wouldn’t help. She just cleaned piss with her mouth.
“So much cuter than what you had right? ... why are you looking at your Mom?”, he says and pulls me forward.
He asks, “ ... check your clothes ... they are cute, right?”
“Here ... look at these...”, he said and opened the cupboard beside the last one.
It has rows of panties and then bras, but none of them is solid. Every single one of them is see-through. All the bras are lacey demi bras. All the panties are see-through g-strings. There are stockings and silky, see-through nighties.
Then he opens another cupboard. It just has rows and rows of shoes. Everyone of them is in high heels. He opens another cupboard to show makeup items.
“Come on ... try one of these outfits ... anyway, we have to throw out the old ugly things you are wearing ... or wait”, he says and then starts searching. He finds a see-through top and a plaid skirt. I realise he is trying to find an outfit to match Mom’s. He finds a similar g-string as well.
He hands everything to Mom.
“Dress her. And then help apply some matching make-up, and then you guys can do a fashion show! ... I will be waiting in the living room”, he exclaims and then leaves.
“I am not going to wear those things ... ever!”, I shout at Mom with teary eyes.
“He has bought these ... don’t be rude!”, she says while actively dodging my eye contact.
“These are disgusting. I am never wearing these!”, I shout.
“I will leave and then tell him to come alone and dress you...”, Mom says calmly.
Immediately, tears start rolling down my face. My own mother just threatened me that she will let him come and basically force his disgusting dress on me while he molests me.
“How can you do this? You are my mother!”, I exclaim while crying.
My mom pulls me into a hug.
“I am sorry, baby ... I am sorry, but you have to wear this...”, she tells me.
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