The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn - Sex Stories

The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn

... in a couple weeks. We look forward to seeing you. Also, I’m not sure he’d want to have sex with a stranger watching, so we’ll have to work something out. Anyway, take care!” ******* Jonny asked his mother if she was ok several times over the course of the next week. She lied, saying she was just tired. He continued visiting his aunt, loving her pussy eating lessons. Jonny became quite good at it, making his aunt cum easily. Fernanda did nothing. One phone call to her father ended with her telling him how much she loved him, thinking of Dolly and her father, on the verge of tears. “Are you alright?” Fernanada’s father asked. “Yes, I just miss you. I need to fly you here to visit soon.” There was a brief pause, “I miss you too darling. I’ll see you again before Christmas.” That night, along with several others, Fernanda had a recurring dream. She was on her back on a beach, her uncle on top, fucking her. She felt nothing. She looked to her left, seeing Dolly, naked, holding hands with a man Fernanda assumed was Dolly’s father. They were laughing, happy, in love. Fernanda turned to her right. She saw Jonny and Claudia, nude as well, holding hands, walking along the beach. They were laughing, happy, in love. She turned to her uncle. He grinned and stuck his tongue in her mouth. When he ended the kiss, he went to his knees, stood and started jacking his cock, aiming it at Fernanda’s face. Then he started changing. He got a little older, hair slightly grayer; he was morphing into ...

... Fernanda’s father. “Si! Si!” she called out in Spanish, but her father stopped stroking his cock, shook his head and moved away from her. Fernanda chased after him, but moved much slower in this dream. She watched him walk into the ocean, fading from view, the dream ending. ******* Fernanda sat across from Dolly and her father at lunch the following week. They held hands, looking like more of a couple than parent and child. Fernanda did her best to be polite, even though on the inside she was miserable. That afternoon, she adjusted Jonny’s tie, sighing heavily. “You sure your ok, mom?” “Yeah, just work has been really rough since the promotion. I’ll be fine,” she said. “What are you doing after the prom? “Probably drop Aunt Claudia off, and then head over to my friends. He’s having a few folks over,” Jonny lied. “I see. Well have fun,” She said, seeing him off. She had a busy night ahead of her, one she was dreading. Fernanda was going to meet Dolly and her father for a nice dinner, then walk around South Beach to check out some of the night life. Fernanda would claim she felt ill, Dolly would sneak her a spare key to her apartment, and Fernanda would go there, waiting for them to return. Dolly suggested hiding in the shower. Dolly’s bed was arranged so the large bathroom mirror caught its reflection. She’d have a perfect view of them. Fernanda waited about 30 minutes, feeling slightly foolish, but needing to see this as proof and possibly needing to see this in order to live ...