My New Home
Copyright© 2026 by ExtremeDarkPerversion
Chapter 5
Incest Story: Chapter 5 - 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
The lunch again is my mother sitting on his lap and his hand groping her, with me sitting beside them. His hand keeps brushing against my breast.
After lunch, they go somewhere. I keep myself locked in my new room, crying and masturbating.
They come in late at night.
They knock, and I open my room door. He is very excited.
“Check out your mother”, he says excitedly.
I could immediately see what he wanted me to see. On her right arm, near her shoulder, there was a tattoo. It said “Good Puppy”.
“Come on, show her, start from the top ... show your tongue”, he says.
My mom smiles and nods.
She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. My eyes widen as I see a round piercing in it.
“Tell her why you got it...”, he says.
“So that I can give better blowjobs...”, she says. I could see she was excited even though she tried to hide it.
I am still surprised by what makes my mom excited. He lifts her upper lip. “PISS” is tattooed inside the upper lip. He then pulls down her lower lip to reveal “SLUT”. The insides of her lips read “PISS SLUT”.
Then he turns her around and moves her hair away to show the tattoo on the back of her neck. It looks like one of those product labels.
“Description: Stupid Dumb Sex Doll Commodity: Fuck Toy Product ID: 03061992 Type: MILF”
Then he turns her around.
“One last thing”, he says and then starts pulling her skirt down. Her tiny g-string doesn’t hide the tattoo written on her pubic region.
“Thank you for filling my holes!”
“Come on, tell her who thought of all these...”, he says.
My mom just looks at me and says, “I suggested most of these ... he suggested the piss slut ... I didn’t even know you could tattoo there ... but the rest were my ideas”
I don’t want to believe it, but some part of me does. I can see these tattoos excite her.
“Good, fine, we brought dinner ... let’s just have some food ... I am hungry”, he says, and Mom nods.
“Come on, I have not seen you throughout the day, come on, sit on my lap”, he says as he pulls me into his lap. Mom sits beside me, and they start eating. His left hand rests on my thigh, and he just starts gently stroking my inner thighs. I can feel his hardness.
I start eating as fast as possible. I know I can’t do anything to stop this.
After dinner, I come back to my room. I expect them to go to their room and start having sex soon.
I hear knocks and open my door. “I need to talk to you...”, he says and sits on the bed.
“Close the door”, he says. I take a sigh and do the same.
Then he gestures to me to sit beside him.
I go and sit a little farther. He moves closer and grabs me. I start to struggle as he pulls me into his lap.
“Stop!”, he says and slaps me. I stop fighting. Anyway, I have been sitting in his lap. It’s worse, though, alone in the room, his hands tightly wrapped around me, his arms brushing against my breasts.
“Do you like your room?”, he asks.
Behind him is the picture of Ariel being raped by an octopus. I don’t say anything.
“You are acting like a spoiled little brat. Do you know how much these things cost? Your mother can sell organs from both of you, and it won’t be even ten per cent of what all these are worth!”, he exclaims.
I just listen. I am too helpless to do or say anything. He turns me around on his lap to face him. His hands wrapped around my back tightly, squeezing our bodies together. I look down, and he lifts his chin, making me look directly into his eyes.
“Good, now it’s time to show some appreciation ... Why don’t you thank me?”, he says.
I don’t say anything.
One of his hands on my back keeps going lower.
“See, unless you thank me, I won’t let you go ... and whatever happens will be your fault”, he says delightedly.
I could feel his hardness. I know what might happen.
“Thank you”, I say.
“Thank you, Papa”, he says.
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