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

    “Maybe I’d like to put on a show. For you that is.” “Mom, what are you – “ Richie was interrupted by Daisy neighing, rising on her hind legs, stomping the ground. Trina got off Richie’s lap and approached the horse. “Calm down! It’s fine!” she held out a carrot for Daisy to eat. “Not sure what her deal is,” Trina said, watching Daisy’s nostrils flare. She glanced at Dale, he was rummaging around for grass or flowers to eat. When Daisy calmed down, Richie was no longer sitting, his back was to his mother, gathering some wood from the pile. He stacked them in the makeshift fire pit, surrounded by boulders, in preparation for the fire that evening. Trina dropped the issue, thinking that four days should be plenty of opportunities for inappropriate behavior with her son to occur. She sorted out the sleeping bags in the tent, considered sleeping nude, seeing how Richie would react, but decided on leaving her thong and sports bra on. After supper she would resume conversations with him to get an idea of how her son truly felt now, hoping that his voyeurism wasn’t just a phase as she originally thought before her traumatic ordeal a year earlier. Trina unpacked a few other items, including a Glock handgun, a hair brush, and new socks to put on since her current ones were still damp. “Such a strange mind I have,” she thought to herself, smiling as she tossed a pillow on the sleeping bag. Chapter 4 – Waterfall Richie was quiet and distant the rest of the evening. After they built a ...
    fire, they cooked some hotdogs, had a few s’mores, and quietly gazed into the clear night sky. Trina dragged Richie onto the ground so he could prop himself against the boulder. She leaned against him, frowning when he didn't put his arm around her. She tried chatting with him, saying how nice it was to be alone with him in the woods, feeling silly when Richie hardly seemed interested in talking. Trina, annoyed at herself, decided to shut up and lie there with him. They watched the fire die down, Trina hoping, in the back of her mind, her son would at least attempt to hold her or talk to her - Richie remained still and silent. Richie finally spoke up, excusing himself, saying goodnight. Trina sat up, letting him rise, stretch and make his way to the tent. She sat alone by the dwindling fire. Frustrated at herself, Trina walked to a nearby pine, staring off towards the lake. She pictured a mother and son, standing in the moonlight, bathing each other, kissing, then making love. She shook the image from her head, eyes to the ground. She heard heavy steps behind her. Dale sniffed her hair. Trina turned around, caressing his big head. "Go spend time with your mother, Dale. Go keep her warm." Trina led him to the tree Daisy was tied to, tying him to one nearby. She walked back to the tent, smiling when she looked over her shoulder, seeing Dale nuzzle Daisy’s neck. Trina kicked off her boots, pulled off her tank top, and slid her shorts down, placing them on top of the tent to air out ...
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