The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn - Sex Stories

The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn

... yell. Claudia complied, unsure of what to say or do. “Get dressed!” Fernanda grit her teeth, staring at her son. She looked to Claudia, shaking her head, while Jonny hastily put on his clothes. “Sit in my car, wait for me,” his mother ordered. Jonny ran outside, thoroughly embarrassed. “How could you?” Fernanda asked her sister, tears streaming down her face, her suspicions proving true. “Fernanda, I can explain, I thought I would – ” “Be like our uncle?” “No! Nothing like that, not like him, it’s different,” Claudia pleaded. Fernanda sat on the couch, holding her head, crying. “He’s never asked me. He’s never said he wanted me. He’s never shown interest.” “Who?” Claudia said, sitting next to her sister, rubbing her shoulder. “Jonny!” “Oh Fernanda, I’m sorry,” Claudia said. “Here you were teaching him everything, just like our uncle did.” “I know how much you love Papi.” “The whole time I wished it was Papi doing it,” Fernanda cried. “I know, I know,” Claudia hugged her. “I wished Jonny was Papi’s son, not – ” “Our uncle’s. I know,” Claudia kissed the side of her sister’s head. “And now Jonny and you. He’s never once came to me about sex or asked me about it. He’s never desired me at all,” Fernanda managed to get out in between sobs. “You’ve already taught him everything!” “No, I haven’t though. Honestly. There’s one thing that we haven’t done,” Claudia said. She tipped her sister’s chin to face her. “He never penetrated me. We were going to, but,” she shook her head, “you ...

... walked in and it didn’t happen.” “You can teach him that,” Claudia whispered in Fernanda’s ear. “You can be the one he goes all the way with. Just like how you wanted to with Papi.” “But how? He doesn’t want me like that.” Claudia giggled, “I think you’ll find a way to make it happen. You’ve been known to be domineering at times. Take that boy and make him yours.” Fernanda wiped her tears. “I do it. Yes.” They both stood. “I’m sorry, Fernanda. I hope you can forgive me,” Claudia said. “I can. Just stay away from my son. Do you understand me?” Fernanda pointed her index finger in her sister’s face. “At least until after I fuck him.” Chapter 8 Upon entering the car, Fernanda told her son that his ass was hers; Jonny had no idea it was a double meaning. He became her house slave for the next couple weeks. He cleaned the house from top to bottom. Jonny also was made to apply lotion to his mother’s long legs after her shower. She smiled watching him work, sitting there in her robe. She made him feed her grapes, moaning suggestively with each bite, sometimes nibbling at his fingers. She made him mow the yard, but didn’t allow him to shower afterward. Fernanda ordered him to remove his shirt if he was hot. Jonny shrugged, following orders, fearing the punishment could be worse. She made him rub suntan lotion onto her back, telling him to unhook her bikini top. He fumbled but did so without complaining. At night, after studying for his final exams, she made him rub her back while ...