The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn - Sex Stories

The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn

... wrong?” Fernanda looked at it, shaking her head, thoughts of her father popping into her head again. “Bob,” she opened up. “My uncle took advantage of me and my sisters at a young age. It became very consensual. I loved it. I needed him regularly. Do you know why?” Bob, a concerned look on his face, asked her to go on. “Because I wished it was my father who I was with. I pretended it was him for so long. When my uncle impregnated me with Jonny, I wished my father had done it. But he never knew about what happened. My uncle died in a drunk driving accident when I was 19, my father never knew about us.” “Fernanda, I’m so sorry,” Bob said. “It was why I challenged Dolly to seduce her father. It’s like I could experience it with her. But I never did. It only made me long for him more. There’s more. My sister started showing signs of acting like my uncle with Jonny. I walked in on them, they were naked, and she was on top of him. Nothing had happened yet, but a second later – ” “I see,” Bob said. “I was more jealous than angry. I wanted Jonny to desire me like I did my father when my uncle was taking me,” Fernanda shook her head, looking down at the check. “Here I am, a millionaire thanks to you, and I’m thinking more and more everyday about seducing my son. Taking him, fucking him, just like I wanted my father to do to me.” “Then do it,” Bob said flatly. “Do it. Go back to your hotel room, undress, and take him.” Bob rummaged through his desk, finding a brochure, tossing it to ...

... Fernanda, “Hell, go there and do it. Take time off if you want, go there this week.” Fernanda looked at the brochure. It was for a resort in the Bahamas. “After you make him yours, move away from Miami. Move somewhere special where you and he can be together, just like you wanted you and your father to be. I know just the place.” “I don’t know what to say,” Fernanda sniffed. “Go. Take the boy, make him a man, make love to him, and make him yours.” Fernanda started smiling, then laughing. She stood, hugging Bob, kissing him over and over, “I could fuck you right now. But I have a flight to book!” “That’s the spirit!” Bob said, slapping Fernanda’s ass as she turned to leave. Chapter 9 “Mom, what are we doing? Why are we going there?” Jonny asked, loading the car to head to the airport in Atlanta. “Shut up,” his mother snapped. “You and me, vacation, don’t ask questions.” Jonny shrugged, wondering if this was part of his very, very bizarre punishment. ******* The resort was an immaculate, newly renovated, vacation spot. It had its own staff and the rooms were basically villas – each having their own back courtyard with a bubbling hot tub. But Fernanda didn’t care. She had one thing on her mind. Jonny followed behind her, making their way to their villa. Upon entering, he set their luggage down and checked out the bathroom after noticing there was only one bed. He felt like pointing it out, but kept his mouth shut. Jonny noticed the shower was huge and there was a hot tub in the ...