1. Policewomen 2: Trina and Son


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Bestiality, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Death, Drug, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Incest, Males / Female, Rape, Teen Male / Female, Torture, Violence, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 83.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Author’s note: As the brief description for this story indicates, this mom and son camping story will be quite different from others you may have read. While the violence in this part of the series isn’t too extreme (like it is in part 1), the criminals that ruin this camping trip will regret messing with this vixen of vengeance and her son. I put in a brief bestiality scene in Chapter 3 - mainly just for fun. I have italicized that part in case you want to skip it. Edited by: Tigersman Policewomen 2: Trina and Son Chapter 1 - The Arrival “Yes I think that’ll do it,” Trina said, sitting the last of the miscellaneous camping supplies on the counter. The cashier sorted and scanned the trail mix, flashlight, bottled water, and lighter – items Trina and her son forgot to pack for their four night camping trip in the mountains near Ashville, North Carolina. The cashier glanced at Trina’s chest, covered by a white tank top, then quickly away to avoid getting caught. She paid for the items and left, putting them in one of the backpacks her rented horse, Daisy, was carrying, then mounted her. Daisy’s son, Dale was nearby, with Trina’s son, Richie already mounted up. The human mother and son tapped the horses with their heels. The horse mother and son trotted off carrying their riders. The cashier was focused on Trina’s ass, her small, tight, cargo shorts, showing it off perfectly, her long legs on display too. He heard mouth breathing, over his shoulder, followed by a toxic odor. He ...
    winced, knowing the source of the stench – his coworker’s bad breath. “Roger,” the cashier said, stepping away from him. Roger was the 30-year-old stock “boy” of the general and outdoor equipment store, near a few of the wilderness preserves and state parks. He was also laser focused on Trina while she rode away. “Call Derrick. We may have some trespassers,” the cashier ordered. “Uh what’s his number again?” Roger asked. “Fucking moron,” The cashier thought. “Never mind. I’ll do it,” he told Roger. “Oh, huh huh, ok,” Roger chuckled, returning to the back room, to take his sweet time on unpacking a couple boxes. “Derrick, hey. Yeah. Listen, I think we may have some campers to deal with. I know Shaun will be in this weekend, he won’t like that. Ok, sure. We’ll search near the lake for any campfires,” the cashier spoke on the phone. “It’s a woman and a younger guy. Yep. What should we do if we find them?” there was a long pause on the phone. The cashier grinned, “Good idea. We’ll leave no traces.” He hung up the phone, watching Trina and her son head up the gravel road into the mountains, rounding a curve, losing sight of them. ** Trina smiled to herself, knowing she was being watched. Richie was behind her on his horse and Trina hoped her son’s eyes was were on her ass. She didn’t care. She wanted him to do it. She repeated a line from a movie her and Richie watched last year. It was one of his favorite movies, one he had seen many times before, but on that night she snuggled ...
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