The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games - Sex Stories

The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games

... little while, one sec.” Taylor put the caller on hold. “Hey, sorry guys, I gotta take this, my friend is having some issues. You two take turns with her.” Taylor said. Vernon heard the two men decide on Rodney going first. “Ronnie, come here, let me suck your cock while my friend blabs on.” Vernon heard his aunt give an occasional “mmhmm” or “mmm” as whatever issue her friend was having on the phone was being explained. He snuck back to his position and looked around the corner. “No, from behind only,” his mother told Rodney sternly. Vernon saw him shrug and comply. He got to work just like with the others; pounding away at her like an animal. “I didn’t cum for the others, but I’m gonna cum for you. You got the best ass of them all.” Rodney said slapping it. When he was ready to cum he slapped it again and Nicole knew what to do. Swallowing his seed, lying on her stomach, moaning as it filled her mouth. It was Ronnie’s turn next. Taylor was done with her phone call and Rodney went to the bathroom. “Doesn’t she though? I’ve been envious of this thing for a long time!” Vernon, still filming, got footage of his aunt taking her position next to Nicole on the bed, slapping her sister’s ass, pulling the cheeks apart for Ronnie. Ronnie wasted no time, and within five minutes he was ready to cum. Except this time, Taylor grabbed his cock and started sucking down his semen instead of her sister. Rodney was dressed when he emerged from the bathroom, and playfully slapped Nicole’s ...

... meaty cheek, as his brother dismounted her and gathered his clothes. “I hope I get at this again someday,” Rodney said, passing by Taylor as she was gathering her dress and purse. Vernon stopped filming, embarrassed for both he and his mother. She didn’t enjoy it. He knew it. Proof of this would come later in the evening when the guests left and Vernon peeped into her room seeing her sitting up on the bed, flipping through random TV channels, crying softly. His heart broke. He knew why she was crying. She felt she was disrespecting her son by having a foursome in her home. Vernon watched her sob. “Idiot,” she scolded herself. He snuck back to his room, fighting back tears, waiting for her to fall asleep so he could sneak out and retrieve his car. An hour later he sat in the driveway, trying to figure out what to do. The way those men took and used her, the way his aunt instigated it all, he was so angry. She deserved better. Standing in her darkened room, he looked down at his sleeping beauty of a mother. He turned off the TV, and then went back to her side. He gently nudged her a few times. “Vernie?” She asked in a groggy voice. “Thought you were at a sleepover.” “He felt sick, so I came home.” Vernon lied. “Good, I’ve been thinking of you all night. Get in.” Nicole turned around to face him; her white bathrobe was partially opened. Vernon slid into bed with her. She snuggled up close, throwing her arm around his chest, and sighing with happiness. Her bathrobe parted as she ...