The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn - Sex Stories

The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn

... sitting on her butt. She was naked and was covered by a thin sheet. He massaged her back until his hands were tired, never once complaining about the sexually charged moans his mother was making. After his high school graduation, Fernanda ordered Jonny to take her out – secretly celebrating his achievement, but not telling him that. As Fernanda predicted, Rodney was at the club, looking for pussy. “See that guy there?” Fernanda pointed Rodney out to her son. “Defend me from him.” “What?” he asked, his mother not answering, making her way to the bar. She hiked up her already short dress, waiting Rodney to make his move. The pinch on her ass let her know he was behind her. “Hi,” she smiled, looking over to her son. Jonny watched his mother, take Rodney’s arm, following him on the dance floor. “Defend her?” he asked himself. Moments later, he put two and two together. His mother was facing away from Rodney, grinding her butt against him. Jonny watched Rodney grab her breasts from behind. “Crap,” he got up, realizing the game she was playing. He tapped Rodney on the shoulder, “Excuse me.” “What?” he turned around, releasing a handful of tit. “Um, she’s with me tonight,” Jonny awkwardly said. “What did you say?” Rodney glared at him, his mother smiling from behind the huge man. “I s-said, she’s with me.” “Fuck off. This pussy is mine tonight,” Rodney said, turning around groping and dry humping his mother. “Oh crap,” Jonny was scared. Scared of the large man and scared that his ...

... mother would be even more difficult to deal with should he not do what she commanded. Jonny grabbed his arm, quickly moved to Rodney’s other side, put his arm around his mother’s waist, pulling her tightly against his body. “I said,” he glared back at Rodney, “she’s with me tonight.” Rodney chuckled, looking around, not wanting to get arrested for beating up some young guy. He glanced at Fernanda who nodded her head. “Alright. Fine. Take her then. Bitch ass.” Jonny watched Rodney walk way, his heart racing. “Very good,” his mother said, throwing her arms around him, hoping he’ll dance. “Can we go home now? He could’ve hurt me.” “Not yet, I’m with you tonight. Remember?” Fernanda said. She grabbed her son’s hands, guided them down her sides, and placed them on her ass. His eyes widened with embarrassment. She held them there for the rest of the song. “No, he wouldn’t hurt you. Trust me.” Back home, a small towel draped over Fernanda’s nude body. “This time rub my legs too.” Jonny did the best he could, getting reprimanded for not massaging hard enough. He ran his hands over the back of her thighs, listening to his mother moan seductively. He had no idea what sort of game she was playing, but mustered all the will power he could find to keep his cock from getting erect. ******* She made Jonny accompany her to Atlanta the following week. They flew up in Bob’s private jet. Fernanda had money to collect. “Congratulations,” Bob said, handing her a check for $20 million. “What’s ...