1. The Challenge 3: The Only Woman


    Date: 4/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Female/Female, Incest, Lesbian, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Threesome, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    paper across her room, tearing up the envelope which it contained. She ran out of her room, pacing back and forth in the kitchen, wanting to call Ulysses, but deciding against it. She was angry and hurt. Bob had always been so nice to her, why would he ever ask her to do what he did. “No wonder he didn’t ask me in person,” she was seething. “Ugh!” she said throwing her hands up in disgust. “Sick,” she said, shaking her head. Grabbing her jacket, Elle went for a long walk around the neighborhood, thinking about Bob, about the letter in the envelope, trying to figure out why he would ask her to do what it said. The first thing she did when she returned home was throw the camera away. For good measure, she took the trash out, closing the large trash bin behind the house. Elle tried to forget what she had read as she flipped through the channels on the TV. She shivered again, dismissing it, choosing a show to watch. About an hour later, she headed to her room, and began cleaning up the tattered, blank, envelope. Tossing the shreds into the trash can in her room, the balled up letter caught her eye. She angrily grabbed it, stopping herself before she threw it away, deciding to read it once more, one last time, reminding herself how gross Bob was. “I will pay you $20 million to seduce your mother. Use the camera to film it as proof. It will feed footage into my software. If I never hear from you again, I’ll assume you decided not to go through with it. Call me if you have ...
    questions or need help with this challenge. You should have my number already.” The letter contained no signature and no other information or text. She balled it up again, threw it in the trash can, took the trash can and dumped the contents outside in the large trash bin behind the house. Flopping back down her bed to sulk angrily, she thought about her mother. They were like sisters, like best friends, she was an authority figure, but more like an older, wiser, peer. Elle, lying back on her bed, eyes gazing to the ceiling, thought about how lucky she was to have such a great mom. Her smile faded when she thought about Bob’s challenge. Thinking to herself, “Why would he think I’m like that? I like guys. Why would he want me to do that stuff with my own mother? I would never hurt her. I would never want her to hate me. He’s sick.” Elle rolled to her side, still wide awake, “$20 million dollars, ugh, what a pervert. He’s probably full of crap.” “I’m not even gay,” she said out loud, barely above a whisper. “Umph,” she grumbled, rolling over to her other side. Elle tossed and turned for the next hour, unable to sleep, unable to think of anything else. Finally she got up, annoyed, marched into the living room and began searching. She was looking at the large book shelf that contained a few photo albums. Grabbing one, she sat on the sofa, turning the lamp on next to her. The photo album served as a scrapbook for some of her mother’s photo shoots. Elle turned page after page, finding ...
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