The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn

Author’s note: Like the other Challenge stories, this takes place in the same year. If you read part 6, Bob was in Miami for a quick visit. This story begins during the same Miami trip.
There are a couple of cameos of minor characters from previous Challenge stories. Obviously the special resort in the Bahamas is here too.
Themes throughout this story include: aunt/nephew, uncle/niece, mom/son, and light father/daughter. When I say “light” I mean mentions of sex, alluding to it happening, cut scenes etc. I don’t feel fully comfortable writing a dad/daughter theme story. So I have it taking place in the background of this one. Other themes include group sex and bondage, girl on girl, and femdom.
The final Challenge story (part 8) was written awhile back. It’ll be posted soon.
Finally, any and all stories of mine which feature Fernanda as a minor character happen before the events of this story.





The Challenge 7: Fernanda’s Turn


Chapter 1

One by one, the men took her, Bob watching from his seat in the corner. Senior, middle range managers, a few directors and vice presidents, even a couple of the new guys that were able to suck up to their bosses, were all in on it.

She was tied up, wrists and ankles bound to special rings that were installed to her new desk. She was standing, bent over, as man after man, 20 of them, fucked her, making sure to ejaculate in a wine glass on the desk.

After they all left, it was her and Bob. She nodded to him, he stood, removed his belt, smiling as he walked toward her helpless body.

She cried out from pain when the belt landed against her ass. Then Bob did it again, and again, and again. It hurt so good.

Bob fastened it loosely around her neck, moved behind her, unzipped his pants and took her for himself, tugging at the belt as he worked. When he was ready to cum a few moments later he pulled out, grabbed the wine glass and added his spunk to the mix.

He removed his belt from her neck, undid the ties, poured himself some wine in another glass and smiled at his employee.

“Congratulations on the promotion, Fernanda,” He said, dinging his wine-filled glass with her cum-filled glass. Bob watched her drink the semen of 21 men like it was water, taking a few sips of his wine.

“No, thank you,” she said. “For all of this, for indulging me.”

“My pleasure,” Bob smiled, taking the six foot tall, Puerto Rican in his arms. This was all her idea - being tied up, whipped, fucked like this on the day of her promotion. Hugging Bob, she loved every minute of it and knew that evening, during Bob’s quick trip to Miami; she’d spend it in bed with him.

That evening at Bob’s hotel, Fernanda was on all fours, urging her employer go harder, to go faster. Bob slapped her ass, still red from the earlier belt lashing, when he felt an increasingly frequent pain in his chest.

He pulled out of Fernanda, sitting on the side of the bed. “Bob? Are you ok?” She asked the older man, putting her arm around him.

“Yes. I’m fine, I,” Bob had trouble breathing.

“Are you sure? Should I call 911?” Fernanda asked.

“No, no, it’s fine,” he answered, calming himself down. “Too much excitement,” he joked.

Fernanda retrieved some water, Bob admiring her long legs, tall, light-brown body, long, black hair, and sizable handfuls of breasts.

“There. That better?” she asked.

“Yes. I’m ok now, just need to take it easy for a bit,” Bob answer. The tightness in his chest subsided a moment later. He felt better, chuckling softly at Fernanda. She was so incredibly wild in bed. He wondered if the 36-year old was too much for him. Deep down, Bob knew the reasons for his chest pains.

“I need your help with something, Fernanda,” Bob said lying back on his bed. Fernanda joined him, curling up in his arms, rubbing his belly.

“Anything.”

“I want you to oversee a challenge to someone of your choosing,” Bob said.

Fernanda thought for a second, wondering if it was pertaining to an employee or manager Bob needed to work harder. She figured Bob wanted her to motivate and challenge this person to meet certain goals within the company. She thought about that new hire, a photographer, a cute guy. “I wonder if it involves – ” she thought.

“Sex. It involves sex,” Bob said aloud, answering the question she was asking herself.

Fernanda giggled, “I see. Well what sort of challenge?”

“Fernanda,” Bob sat up, sipping more of his water. “I’m going to honest with you.”

“Sure, Bob, what is it?”

He looked into her brown eyes, not missing a beat and bluntly informed her. “I want you to challenge someone to commit incest. If they are successful, you will pay them $20 million dollars. You'll also be paid $20 million dollars.”

Fernanda’s mouth dropped open.

“You will handle everything. You will arrange everything. If this person needs money to buy gifts for their family member, to buy new clothes for themselves, or needs anything to help them seduce their family member – you will have the resources to make that happen, my resources. For proof, you can use a camera, the person can film it on their phone, or if you prefer, you can watch them commit the act in person.”

“Bob?” Fernanda asked.

“Yes I’m serious. Yes I want you to do this. Yes I trust you enough to not to tell anyone. Yes this is all worth it in the end, but only if they are successful.”

“Why me though? Why did you choose me?” she asked, in her thick accent.

“Because I know you. I know of your sexual adventures with me and others. I know how huge a role sex plays in your life. I want you to experience this, to see two family members come together in the ultimate way. You may think it’s sick at first, but trust me, like I trust you.”

Fernanda paused, staring off into space for a minute, a million thoughts running through her head. She sighed heavily. “I’ll do it.”





Chapter 2

The next morning she arrived home, having thought about her assigned challenge all morning. Fernanda shook her head in annoyance, her son, Jonny, wasn’t home again. She knew exactly where he was.

Fernanda took a shower, deciding to call him and order home after it. Jonny was spending way too much time at his aunt’s house. Fernanda found herself getting more and more annoyed by this. She knew why too, but was unable to admit it to herself.

Sitting naked on the edge of her bed, rubbing lotion onto her legs, she reached for her phone, calling her son.

*******

Claudia laughed at her nephew. He was flirting with her again, just like she instructed him too. He tickled her sides, held her hand, and complimented her.

“Now can I grab it?” Jonny asked.

“Ugh, patience!” Claudia smiled at him.

Jonny’s phone rang. “Crap, it’s mom,” he said.

“You better answer it. Remember, you came over for breakfast. You didn’t spend the night,” his aunt reminded him.

“I know. Hey mom,” Jonny answered. “Yep, we went out to breakfast. Sure I’m on my way. Later.”

“Good. Now go home,” Claudia said.

“Can I grab it though?” Jonny asked.

“Fine! Give me a hug,” Claudia said. “Good, now just move your hands down to it.”

Jonny bit his lip to keep from giggling as his hands traveled down his aunt’s back, arriving at her juicy ass, squeezing it. “Wow.”

“Very good, now then, off you go.”

“No, wait,” Jonny said, squeezing it, almost inspecting it. “So nice.”

“Ok!” Claudia said, pushing him away, smiling.

“Can I grab it bare one day?”

“Maybe one day,” she winked at him. “You have to at least kiss me first,” she said, closing her door on her nephew.

“No, no, no wait!” he tried to get her to reopen the door. Jonny was too slow, the rock hard, 18-year-old stood on his aunts door step. He laughed at himself, replaying Claudia’s words in his mind to be patient. The flirting banter the last few months was going to pay off – he knew it. He just had to wait.

Jonny arrived home, finding his mother, sitting at the kitchen table, going through the mail. “Hey,” he told her.

“At Claudia’s again huh,” Fernanda said, not looking up from her task.

“Yeah, we went to breakfast,” Jonny grabbed some water.

“I need you to mow the yard today,” Fernanda called out to him as he walked out of the kitchen.

“Ok,” he sighed.

Fernanda shook her head, hoping what she feared wasn’t real. Thoughts of finding someone to challenge them to commit incest left her mind, replaced by thoughts of her teen years. Staring off into space once again, she remembered her uncle in Puerto Rico, on top of her, grunting, moaning, fucking her.

Fernanda’s mouth hung open, a climax building. “Yes, yes,” she thought, while her uncle came inside her. Fernanda wasn’t far behind, her body shaking with pleasure, one man on her mind – it wasn’t her uncle.

Snapping herself out of her walk down memory lane, she threw away the junk mail, and started on dinner for Jonny. Fernanda had a busy night ahead of her and wanted him to have stuff to warm up, hoping he wouldn’t hang out with his aunt again. She could order Jonny not to, but she had no valid reason or proof of anything inappropriate to do so. Plus Fernanda and Claudia were very close.

*******

Later that evening, Fernanda was helping herself to the catered buffet dinner on a section of South Beach where several photo shoots were occurring. She was overseeing all of it.

“So from New York, yes?” Fernanda asked one of the models, a new girl, mid-20s, who moved from there recently.

“Good, good. We are glad to have you, Dolores” Fernanda said, moving down the dinner line. “I think this ‘Lovely Latinas’ special will be a success.”

“Please, call me Dolly,” she smiled, piling up some fruit on her plate. “And yes, I’m very excited to shoot with Elite Magazine.”

The two women sat at a nearby table, chatting more about their background. Fernanda noticed Dolly, of Venezuelan decent, had a perfect body the demographic of Elite Magazine would love – curvy, ample backside, nice sized breasts.

An hour later, the sun starting to set, Fernanda was behind a tent, making out with a model. He was doing a shoot for the first time with Elite Magazine as well. It was for their fitness section.

“Fer-Fernanda, I have – ” he managed to get out.

“Just let me take care of you real quick,” She said, running her hand up and down his bulge.

“I can’t. I have to go,” he said, moaning at her kisses. “Ah shit.”

“Feel good?” She asked, squeezing his erection.

“Yeah, but I gotta go!”

“I won’t take me long to make you cum.”

“You’re the boss lady. If a shot gets ruined due to lack of light, that wouldn’t look good,” he said.

“Fine! Go,” she rolled her eyes. “Ulysses,” she called out to him. “It’s been a few months.”

“I know. We’ll meet up later tonight. Deal?” Ulysses asked.

“I look forward to it,” She grinned.

Fernanda stepped out from behind the tent, making her way to the other photo shoot that was going on at the same time. She smiled, watching Dolly turn around, wearing a hot pink thong bikini, sticking her butt out.

Rodney, the model Dolly was shooting with, crouched next to her, his hands reaching around her hips, going to her ass. Flashes went off from the cameras; Rodney pulled Dolly’s ass cheeks apart. If she wasn’t wearing a thong, her puckered asshole would be on display. More flashes, Rodney not smiling. Fernanda got an idea.





Chapter 3

After some paper work, meeting with a few photographers and editors, Fernanda caught up to the newest model for Elite Magazine – one of the many publications Bob’s company produced.

Dolly, a beach towel wrapped around her body, was chatting and thanking a photographer after the session.

“Dolly, may I have a word?” Fernanda asked.

“Yes ma’am,” Dolly smiled, making her way to the newly promoted senior manager, Fernanda.

“Please, do not call me ma’am! I’m only, what, 10 years older than you?” Fernanda joked.

“I’m 27, so maybe?”

“Ah. Nine years then. Anyway, how was your first shoot today?”

“It was great! The photographers were so nice.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. How was the model you worked with?” Fernanda asked.

“Rodney?” Dolly shrugged. “He seemed nice, I guess.”

Fernanda knew Rodney all too well. He wasn’t the most friendliest or talkative person. “I see. Did he make a pass at you?” She winked.

“Ha! Well, sorta, I think. He kept his hands on me a little longer than I thought was appropriate.”

“I see. Did it bother you, because if so, I will see to it that – ”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Dolly said.

“Let me know if you ever have any problems.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good. I know Rodney goes out on Saturday nights a lot. Would care to join him? Perhaps we can both go out and meet up with him,” Fernanda asked, knowing Dolly’s answer.

“Uh, no, no thanks,” Dolly turned, looking to the hulking man. “To tell you the truth. He seems kinda,” Dolly paused, “ugh.”

Fernanda erupted in laughter. “That’s a term I have not heard used to describe someone before. But yes, there isn’t much to him, is it?” Dolly smiled and shook her head.

Fernanda cleared her throat, leaned in to whisper, “I know a very, very nice man who is shooting down the beach a little ways. Perhaps we can meet up with him later. You and I.”

“Are you suggesting we, uh,” Dolly gulped.

“I think you know what I mean. And I also think you would like this man far more than Rodney,” Fernanda smiled, hoping the younger lady would pick up on her suggestion.

*******

Seven hours later, just after two in the morning, Dolly stood, nude, tired, and sweating in front of a bed. Ulysses sat on it behind her, slowly licking up her lower back, kissing her ass, rubbing his hands all over it. Her legs were trembling, her spine tingling

Fernanda approached her, kissing her lips tenderly. “See. I told you you’d enjoy him.”

“Uh huh, yes, very much,” Dolly struggled to say, as Ulysses licked at her ass-crack.

“Good. Let’s get him inside you again,” Fernanda said, gently pushing Ulysses onto his back, going to her knees, giving several, long licks to his cock, tasting her and Dolly’s mixture of pussy juices.

Dolly turned around, slowly climbing on Ulysses. Fernanda guided his cock back inside her, and then climbed on the bed, throwing her leg over Ulysses’ face, sitting on it.

“Ready? Just like before, we’ll cum at the same time,” Fernanda instructed. Dolly nodded, the two women held hands, grinding against Ulysses cock and tongue, working toward another mutual orgasm.

An hour later, Fernanda climbed off Ulysses to join Dolly, still nude, outside on the hotel balcony.

“It’s a beautiful night,” Fernanda said, switching to her native Spanish tongue, slipping her hands around the shorter Dolly.

Dolly chuckled, resting her head back against Fernanda, “It certainly is. The last time I spoke Spanish was in a dream I had a couple weeks ago.”

“I do in my head all the time. When I’m thinking it’s never in English,” Fernanda said. She looked over to a sleeping Ulysses. “Looks like we wore him out.”

“We sure did,” Dolly turned around, kissing Fernanda’s lips.

“I had no idea how much of a freak you’d be. But it looks like you are quite a wild girl. You remind me of myself,” Fernanda said. “Except you probably have better taste than I. Avoiding Rodney proves that.”

“Thank you for introducing me to him,” Dolly nodded in the direction of their sleeping friend.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Fernanda said. “Something I’d rather he not know. Hence, why we’re speaking Spanish now – in the event he wakes up.”

“Ah, very clever,” Dolly smiled.

“Yes. Well, it’s about sex,” she replied. “Sex and money,” Fernanda cupped Dolly’s ass. “A lot of money.”

“You want me to be a prostitute?” Dolly joked.

“No! Not that. I want to give you a large sum of money if you are able to do something for me,” Fernanda said, lightly tugging at Dolly’s long, black hair, causing her to arc her neck. Fernanda planted several kisses there.

Dolly moaned, “How, how much?”

Fernanda trailed her hand down Dolly’s stomach, arriving at her trimmed bush, “$20 million.” Fernanda slid her fingers down further; rubbing them against Dolly’s hooded clit.

“Ahhh,” she moaned softly. “R-really?”

“Mmhmm. All yours if you can do one simple thing for me,” Fernanda said, her middle and ring fingers sliding against Dolly’s wet pussy lips.

“Anything!”

“Seduce a family member,” Fernanda said, her fingers entering Dolly.

“Yes! I mean, uh, I don’t know,” Dolly said. “That is a lot of money. Who?”

Fernanda paused, thinking for a moment. Flashes of her uncle, slamming into her as hard as he could, then flipping her over, bringing her hips back to him, taking her doggy style, danced through her head. Teenage Fernanda was cumming again and again on her uncle’s cock. But he wasn’t who she wanted. He wasn’t the man she wished was teaching her all about sex.

“Your father,” Fernanda answered Dolly’s question, thinking back to her younger years and how much she desired her own father – how many nights she stayed up wide awake wishing he was the man, not her uncle, making love to her.

“I, I don’t know.”

Fernanda resumed fingering Dolly, “$20 million, all yours, if you do it. I’ll help you anyway I can. I’ll buy you new clothes, I’ll give you money to buy him gifts, I’ll send you two on trips, I’ll arrange everything.”

“Fer – Fernanda,” Dolly struggled to get out, feeling her manager’s fingers curl upward inside her. “How will you, ah! Proof?” Dolly was on the edge of climaxing again.

Fernanda paused, thinking if she was sure about what she was going to tell Dolly. She told herself yes. “I want to see it. In person. You two will do it in front of me.”

She resumed her finger fucking of Dolly, causing her to climax, “Yes! Yes!” she cried out in the humid night air, 10 stories above ground level.

“Good,” Fernanda pulled her fingers out. Still speaking Spanish she ordered Dolly to follow, “Let’s go shower.” She grabbed her hand, leading her to the bathroom.

That very same moment, across down, at Claudia’s, Jonny was having trouble staying away, fighting with all his might to keep going, to keep kissing his aunt, to keep holding her gorgeous face, locking his lips with hers.

“Jonny,” Claudia broke the kiss. “Let’s go to sleep. We’re tired.”

“I know, but this is so nice,” He pleased.

“Jonny,” Claudia gave him a look a mother would give. She was his aunt, she loved him like a mother.

“Fine,” he sighed.

“You were really good. You did a great job,” Claudia said, getting under the covers.

“I did?”

“Of course. The way you held my face, the way your hand roamed over my body. Girls like that.”

Jonny smiled, “Cool.”

Claudia fell asleep minutes later in her nephew’s arms, happy to teach him all about sex, just like her and Fernanda’s uncle did when she was younger.





Chapter 4

Fernanda drove home at 11 am, wondering how and why Dolly was so eager to take her up on her challenge. She wondered if Dolly and her father had a great relationship. Maybe her family was poor and really needed the money. She wasn’t sure, but couldn’t get her own father, a man she lovingly called Papi, out of her head. In fact, he was always on her mind. Every man she slept with, she pretended it was him. She loved him more than anything. Her predator uncle, who looked like a younger version of her father, had no trouble getting into his niece’s pants – telling them he could be their “teacher” when it came to sex.

Jonny arrived moments after his mother, seeing an annoyed look on her face. “With Claudia again?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he shrugged. “Just hanging out some during the weekend.”

Fernanda, older, wiser, and now knowing what their uncle was up to, wondered how easily it’d be for Claudia to prey on her nephew. Claudia was beautiful and slightly shorter than Fernanda. She had a curvy body, Fernanda got her sister a few modeling gigs with Elite Magazine. Her face reminded her a little of someone not of Hispanic decent; she could easily pass for Lebanese or Israeli.

She didn’t know if Jonny had a crush on his aunt, but she couldn’t blame him if he did. Somewhere inside her, she was extremely jealous.

This pattern had been happening for several months now. Jonny and his aunt spent more and more time together, since late the previous year. It was usually during the weekend, which is when Fernanda worked the most.

“Are you going to prom?” Fernanda asked Jonny.

He shrugged again. “Not sure. Maybe,” he said. Taking a chance he added, “Claudia might go with me.”

“What?” Fernanda said flatly.

“Maybe. We were talking about it some. It’d be kinda cool. She said she never went to her prom. I offered to take her to mine. She looks young enough I guess.”

Fernanda was fuming, but tried to remain calm. “Jonny, I think it would be best if you took a girl from school. One your own age.”

“We might not even go. It’s just an idea. She’s a really cool aunt.”

Fernanda grit her teeth, and then took a deep breath. “I have no reason to suspect anything. No proof. Maybe she’s just being sweet to him,” she told herself, calming her anger. She said nothing and headed to her bedroom. Pushing anger aside, she called Dolly.

The two women had dinner that night. They talked about their plans. Fernanda was happy to learn Dolly was serious about it and it wasn’t just something she agreed to in the heat of an orgasm.

Dolly’s father moved back to Venezuela a few months prior after Dolly’s mother passed away. He was 60 years old, and apparently, a wonderful father to Dolly and her sisters. Fernanda said she would send Dolly to Venezuela, authorize and excuse her time off from the magazine, and wire money to her, should she need any to help her seduce him. Dolly’s visit would be a surprise, she would stay with him, take care of him – hopefully in every way.

Fernanda took Dolly to get her hair and nails done a few days later. She even arranged Dolly’s apartment rent to be sent to her while Dolly was away. They had no idea how long it would take Dolly to accomplish her mission.

A few days later, Friday night after dinner, Fernanda had Dolly pinned against her apartment door, kissing at her neck. “My flight home is early tomorrow. I need to go to bed soon,” Dolly said.

“Mmhmm,” Fernanda ignored her.

“Ulysses isn’t in town this weekend either. As gorgeous as you are, I’d prefer to have a cock,” Dolly said.

Fernanda turned Dolly around, slamming her against her door, rubbing her crotch into Dolly’s ass.

A shocked Dolly gasped, “Fernanda is that a – ”

“A big dick? Yes,” Fernanda stepped back, pulled up her long, flowing skirt and revealed a strap-on dildo easily concealed.

“I’ll stay with you tonight. I’ll make sure you don’t miss your flight. Maybe you can sleep on the way there,” Fernanda winked.

“You’re insane,” Dolly giggled, looking to the strap-on.

“I am. And I’m going to fuck you. Get inside,” She ordered.

*******

At that very same moment, Jonny was sitting on his aunt’s couch, eyes wide. “Can I do it?” he asked her.

She was standing in front of him. Claudia giggled, wiggled her hips from side-to-side, “Sure.”

Jonny put his hands on her hips, hooking his thumbs in to her gray yoga pants. He took a deep breath and slowly slid the pants down revealing little-by-little of her juicy bare ass, until it was fully revealed, no underwear, just inches in front of his face.

“Wow,” he said, staring at it.

“You like it?” his aunt asked.

“Uh huh. It’s beautiful.”

“Jonny. Kiss my ass,” she pretended to fuss at him.

“Ok!” he said, immediately diving in, kissing, grabbing all over her ass cheeks.

“Yes, that’s it. Just like that,” his aunt instructed.

“Wait,” she told him to stop. “Kiss it deeply,” She bent over, reaching back, pulling her butt cheeks apart. “There you go.”

Jonny watched her puckered hole clinch before him. “Holy shit,” he thought, before diving in, his tongue licking all around it.

A few moments later, she stopped him, made him sit back and lowered herself onto his lap. His throbbing erection painfully begged to be free. But Claudia wouldn’t free it. Instead she slowly dragged her bare ass across his tented pants.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“Yep!”

“Good,” she moaned. “I can feel that you enjoy it.”

“I do. Very much.”

“Oh Jonny,” Claudia said, loving the way her nephews erection felt sliding in between her butt cheeks.

“I, I, I think I’m gonna – ” he said.

“Cum? It’s ok, do it,” Claudia finished his sentence.

“Yes! Yes!” Jonny cried out.

“Don’t be embarrassed, just do it,” she reassured him in the event he had doubts. He, of course, didn’t and has wanted her since he became interested in girls.

His cock erupted in his pants, Jonny threw his head back on the couch, moaning. “That’s it, that’s it. Let it come out,” Claudia said, feeling a damp spot against her ass.

Jonny gripped her butt cheek, squeezing once more, as the orgasm coursed through him.

“Very good, Jonny. Very good,” Claudia said, turning around, sitting on his lap, kissing his face.





Chapter 5

Fernanda arrived home early the next afternoon after dropping Dolly off at the airport and doing some shopping. Jonny wasn’t there, no note as usual. She knew he was with Claudia though.

Jonny was at the mall with his aunt. They were looking at girls, Claudia asking him what he thought of the ones that walked back. He said some were cute or ok looking, but overall wasn’t too interested in them. His smiles and glances at his aunt gave away his true desires.

“So prom, or no?” Jonny asked.

“Oh right. Yeah I don’t know about that Jonny. I mean, look at me. I’m too old!” she laughed.

“You could pass for a senior. Trust me.”

“You’re just saying that. But it would be nice. No one would know who I was,” Claudia said.

“Yeah I’d have the hottest chick there.”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes. “It would be a special night though,” she added glancing to his crotch.

They smiled, their eyes meeting. Jonny’s phone rang, distracting him. He answered it, saying hello to his mother.

“Yeah we’re just hanging out at the mall. Probably going to come home soon,” he told her.
“Yep, I will. I know,” Jonny said, remembering tests to study for.

“Ok, bye,” He ended the called, annoyed.

“You better get home,” Claudia said.

“Can I come see you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know about that. I don’t want your mom getting annoyed with me, distracting you from studying.”

“All right,” he sighed.

Claudia held his hand to his car, kissing him on the cheek goodbye. “I’ll see you again soon. We’ll work on other things.”

“Other things?

Claudia nodded, her hand grazing against the bulge in her nephew’s pants. “Uh huh.”

She kissed him once more and went home.

Fernanda was waiting, thinking, wondering about Claudia, her uncle, and always her father. She called her Papi, chatting briefly about Jonny finishing high school, her promotion, and other general things. It was like all their phone calls, somewhat boring, and obligatory. She wanted to tell him she was in love with him, but never did, throughout all these years.

Jonny arrived later, his mother telling him to study.

That evening Fernanda got a text on her phone from Dolly. She was there with her father, they were going to dinner, and he was very happy to see her. She added that she’ll send emails to Fernanda to let her know of her progress in this $20 million dollar challenge.

Fernanda sighed, horny, bored, thinking of calling Rodney for a good fuck session, but ultimately decided against it. She instead curled up in bed, did some work on her laptop and watched a movie.

*******

The emails came on Monday. Fernanda sat at her desk reading one she received before lunch.

“Things are going great so far. I’ve helped him move some old items and belongings of mom’s out. I cleaned the house. I took him to dinner. He’s been so happy to see me; it was a total surprise. The best part was last night. I went to sleep in his arms. He asked me if I was seeing someone and I said that he was the only man I wanted to spend my time with. I laughed and held me closer.

I was only wearing a large t-shirt, so when he finally went to sleep, I slid out of my thong and pulled my shirt up a bit, exposing my butt. This morning his hand was resting where my butt started. I don’t think he noticed.

I’m going to take him out again tonight. I want it to be romantic. Maybe we’ll take a nice long walk and then, who knows!”

Fernanda found herself imaging it was her and her father instead. She closed out of the email, frustrated, but confident Dolly would be successful – thus earning $20 million for herself in the process.

That evening Jonny was late getting home from school. Fernanda wondered where he was, but deep down knew.

What she didn’t know is that her son was busy kissing his aunt, grabbing her butt and dry humping her until he came in his pants again.

Fernanda ate dinner alone, hoping her sister wasn’t taking the role of their uncle.

The next day, another email.

“I told him how much I loved him last night. We have often told each other that, but this time it was different. I think he could tell. I curled up in his arms again, wearing only a long t-shirt. I kissed him. I don’t mean a peck, but a long kiss on the mouth. He was surprised by this, but didn’t seem too unnerved by it. I will make this a habit – kissing him.

We’re going to the beach tomorrow. I only have tiny thong bikinis used from my Elite Mag photo shoots.

Fernanda, I must admit, this is turning me on so much - this challenge and the money from it. Like I said before I left, you’re insane, but I suppose I am too.”

It was another repeat of her night before; home alone, waiting for Jonny to arrive for dinner. He never did though, saying he ate at Claudia’s when he finally did show up. He said goodnight to his mother and went to study.

He failed to mention his aunt let him see her breasts that night. Claudia let him fondle them, kiss them, suck them. It felt so good that she ground against his erection causing them both to climax.

“Fernanda, I’m playing with my pussy as I type this email. I showered with him! I actually bathed him and we were both naked and it was amazing! It felt natural.

We were at the beach all day. He joked about my butt, saying it appeared to be a handful. I grabbed his hand and put it there. He squeezed it a few times, we laughed about it.

Then after dinner, I suggested we shower. He was reluctant, which was no surprise. I told him it was just me and that I’d scrub his back.

We stood there naked, not caring, while I cleaned his back. Then he sat on the small bench and I washed his hair. He rested his hand on my waist. It was so cute. He wasn’t erect, but it just felt so normal. I’ll let you know how things go in a few days. We’re going sightseeing.”

Fernanda shook her head, “So easy for her.” She shut down her laptop and headed home for the day.

She sat alone, thinking of her father, still in Puerto Rico, thinking about calling him, but not wanting to bother him. She often wondered if he knew his younger brother was fucking his daughters. If he did, he never brought it up.

Jonny was at home, studying once again. Fernanda peeped in on him; he smiled, nodded and went back to his book.

Her phone rang, it was Claudia. She invited Fernanda out Saturday night to a new club that was opening. She declined, ending the brief and slightly terse phone call. She didn’t want to see her sister.





Chapter 6

“Where are you going?” Fernanda asked her son Saturday night. He was adjusting his tie.

“Claudia invited me out with her friends.”

“Oh no, no, no. I don’t think so,” his mother replied in her thick accent.

“What? We’re just going to hang out.”

“Then I’m going too,” Fernanda blurted out. She wondered why she didn’t just order him to stay home. Part of her wanted confirmation for herself of what her sister was up to.

The night was fairly miserable for Jonny. Claudia was fine with it, assuring her nephew that everything was cool and to relax.

They went to an 18+ club and Fernanda was all over her son – he was thoroughly embarrassed. She wouldn’t allow Claudia near him; she wouldn’t give her a chance to touch her nephew in anyway.

Rodney showed up alone. He approached Fernanda, asking her for a dance, putting his hand on her ass. She swatted his hand away, adjusting her short dress, “No!”

“What the hell?” he asked; stunned.

“No,” Fernanda gave him a stern look.

Rodney shrugged, walking over to Claudia next, she politely turned him down, explaining she was hanging out with her sister and nephew. Rodney went home alone.

So did Claudia. Fernanda made sure of it. The hug between aunt and nephew was interrupted by an increasingly jealous mother. “Get in the car,” she ordered her son.

He shrugged and waved goodbye to Claudia. “You ok?” she asked Fernanda.

“Fine,” she lied.

She was far from fine. Knowing what Dolly was up to in Venezuela, suspecting what Claudia was doing with her son, and still wanting her father made her miserable.

They were silent on the way home. “You aren’t going to compliment me?” was the only thing she said to her son.

“Uh, well, you look nice mom,” Jonny said. Fernanda shook her head. There was nothing in his reply, no emotion, no desire.

Desire. That’s what it boiled down to. Jonny didn’t desire her, like she desired her father. Now she suspected Claudia was filling the role of their uncle.

*******

“It’s amazing here. But I think I can convince dad to move back to America and be with me there, live with me that is. I just need a little more time. But we are so much closer now. We bath regularly together. It’s all very innocent, but I can tell that he finds me sexually attractive based on the way he looks at me in the shower. He’s even flirted with me – making a joke about being my boyfriend so some scumbag guy doesn’t take me away.”

Fernanda teared up at her desk the next week. She thought about her Papi. Why it couldn’t be him, she wondered. Why couldn’t he be the one to take her virginity? She wondered if this challenge to Dolly was a mistake.

Another few days, more emails. Fernanda had a throbbing headache sitting alone at the dinner table, wondering what her son was doing. He said he had a study group to go to, but she didn’t know if that was a lie.

It was.

“Yes! That’s it, Jonny!” his aunt exclaimed on her knees, her hand gripping the base of his cock, watching it spurt semen.

“See? Wasn’t that nice? Plus, I love giving hand jobs,” She said, wiping her hand clean, giving Jonny a paper towel.

“Yeah,” the teenager said, out of breath. “Nice.”

Claudia sat next to him, leaning against him. She moved his arm, positioning it around her. “We’re going to have so much fun in the near future.”

“Uh huh,” Jonny said, still in shock.

Another morning; another update from Dolly.

“I don’t even care about the money anymore. I’m having such a wonderful time with him. To think he and I could be like this, just the two of us, together. I could never replace my mother, but I think he knows I could be something of a substitute, a companion.

We’ve been kissing more and more. Not just pecks, but long kisses on the mouth. I sat in his lap last night after dinner, running my hands through his hair, just kissing his face, his mouth over and over.

I found myself, lying in his arms the other night, wanting to pull his shorts down and take him in my mouth. I actually wanted to drink his cum. I’m sitting here typing this email, soaking wet. I want to swallow every drop of him, knowing that I caused it and I’m taking care of him.”

Fernanda closed out of her email program. She had a busy weekend ahead of her. She had to meet with a new photographer and attend an event the company was holding. She looked out her office window, wondering what Jonny would be up to that night. She cringed thinking he would rather be with Claudia than his mother.

*******

Claudia’s mouth filled with semen that night. It didn’t take long. A few long licks and several hard sucks on Jonny’s cockhead and he erupted in her. She smiled inwardly feeling his warm seed coat her throat, never taking her eyes off her nephew.

She swallowed every single drop, then sat next to him, whispering in his ear, “You’re going to stay with me tonight. We’ll shower in a little bit, and then I’ll suck your cock all night.”

At the event, Fernanda turned around when hearing Rodney’s deep voice behind her. “Oh hi,” she said.

Rodney waited for her to be alone, seeing her coworkers leave to refresh their drinks. They were in a corner of a hotel banquet hall, turned to a temporary dance room. It was low lit, strobe lights flashing.

“Right here, right now,” Rodney commanded. Fernanda’s eyes trailed down to his crotch. Rodney’s cock was hanging out. She sighed and shook her head.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.

The only thing on her mind was her father, her son, and her sister. Jonny said he was staying home that night, but deep down she knew he was lying.

Back at Claudia’s apartment, they were in the shower, kissing, hands roaming all over one another’s body.

“I want you,” Jonny said. “I want to go all the way.”

“I know you do. But not yet. I have plans for you,” Claudia said turning around, grinding her butt against his erection. His hands cupped her breast.

“Prom night,” she said over her shoulder. “We’ll go all the way then. For now, give me your hand.”

Jonny did as his aunt commanded. She guided his hand to her pussy, “Right here. Rub just like this. Keep going until the water runs cold.”

After turning Rodney down, along with a few others, Fernanda left, almost in tears. She called her father, there was no answer; he was probably in the bed. She thought about calling Bob, letting him know Dolly was close and the challenge was almost complete. She decided not to. It reminded her of how close Dolly and her father were becoming – jealousy growing.

She went home instead. Jonny wasn’t there, just as she suspected. She called him, no answer. Finally after midnight she got a text from him. He said a buddy invited him over to spend the night, they were playing video games. Jonny was still at his aunt’s of course, lying on her bed, naked, watching her show him all the different cock sucking techniques she had picked up over the years.

Fernanda cried herself to sleep. She didn’t care about the money anymore either.





Chapter 7

“We did it,” was the only line in Dolly’s email Fernanda received at work a few days later. She sat, silently staring at it, reading it over and over again.

“It’s done then,” She got up, took the elevator to the ground floor, and got some coffee. She had nothing to say, she felt numb.

That night at home, Jonny said casually that he was indeed going to the prom in a couple weeks and that Claudia was going to “tag along.” He played it down, like it wasn’t anything serious.

“It’ll be cool I guess. I don’t know. She said she never went back when she lived in Puerto Rico. So whatever,” he shrugged, as if it was nothing.

His mother didn’t reply, she only nodded, almost not caring anymore.

The next morning she received another email from Dolly.

“It was incredible. It was perfect. I told him about the money, he laughed and agreed we could do it. He even said that without this challenge, he probably would’ve been ok with making love to me. He said he would never initiate it, but if I did, he’d let it happen.

I can’t believe it! Thank you, Fernanda! We’ll be arriving in Miami 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 vicariously through Dolly.

The two lovers wasted no time getting to the action. Fernanda peaked behind the shower curtain, watching them reflected off the bathroom mirror.

Dolly practically tore her and her father’s clothes off. She mounted him, she rode him, and she came so very quickly.

Fernanda was wet, watching them, unable to look away. The bed shook, banged against the wall. Dolly’s ass slammed down on his cock over and over again. He rolled on top, kissing at her as he rolled; slamming his hips into her. He was an older man, but he went at Dolly like someone much younger.

Jonny entered Fernanda’s mind for a split second; she wondered how good he’d be in bed, if she would ever be able to teach him anything. Her attention went back to the Dolly. She was on all fours, saying how much she loved him in Spanish.

He pulled out, and Dolly cleaned his cock, pulled him on top of her and kept going. Finally, he came inside her, both of them climaxing a final time, whispering sweet nothings in the other’s ears. Fernanda was on the verge of tears, she couldn’t even masturbate while watching it.

Dolly held her father, his face turned away from the bathroom entrance. Fernanda tip toed out of the shower, holding her shoes, slowly, quietly walking by them, the carpet hiding any sounds she might make. She opened the apartment door, closing it as quietly as she could. She slipped the key under the door and left.

Sitting in her car, she looked at the check for $20 million of Bob’s money she wrote earlier. She sealed the envelope it was in and walked back to Dolly’s door, sliding it underneath.

Fernanda left the complex, driving home. She changed her mind halfway there, sadness turning to anger. She drove to Claudia’s instead.

“Eat my pussy, that’s it, just like that,” Claudia ordered her nephew. She was on her back, her legs hooked around his shoulders, holding Jonny in place. They had no idea Fernanda was on the way.

“Why couldn’t I just tell Papi how I felt?” She asked herself, speeding to her aunts. “Why couldn’t I say something? I was too scared.”

She pulled into Claudia’s apartment complex. Inside the apartment, Claudia was cumming hard on her nephew’s face. She got up, pulled him to the living room, pushed him on the couch and grinned.

“Ready?” she asked.

“I am,” he grinned back.

Fernanda stared at her son’s car in the parking. “I knew it.” She angrily slammed her car door and marched toward Claudia’s apartment.

“This is going to be so good,” Jonny said, watching his aunt mount him, grabbing the base of his cock, guiding it to her pussy.

“Yep. Remember, it’s ok if you don’t last long at first. We got all night,” she rubbed her clit with the tip of his cock. “Mmm,” she moaned.

Fernanda burst through the door, mistakenly left unlocked, by her sister. She stood watching in horror as her son’s cock was resting at the entrance of her sister’s pussy. All three were paralyzed, shocked looks upon their faces.

“Get off him! Now!” was all Fernanda managed to 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 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 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 courtyard out back.

“I guess this is nice,” he thought, turning to re-enter their room.

He was met by his mother, slamming and pinning him against the wall. “Mom?”

Jonny watched his mother practically tear her blouse off, revealing large bare breasts. She quickly slid out of her skirt, kicking it aside.

“Mom! Are you insane?” Jonny cried. His question was met with a slap to the face by his mother.

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean,” Fernanda paused, eyes darting to the side. She grabbed her son, kissing him as hard as she could.

“Mmmph,” Jonny tried to speak, his mouth covered by his mother’s. He struggled to push her away, but she clung to him tightly. She was moving backward, dragging him to the bed. She turned, pushing him down onto the mattress, breaking the kiss.

“Mom! What are you doing?” Jonny yelled. His mother pounced on top of him, straddling him, pinning him down.

“No talking,” She said, tugging at his belt.

“No, wait! Please!” Jonny pleaded.

“I said no talking,” Fernanda grabbed his face, staring into his eyes, inches from his lips. She kissed him again, a slow, long, soulful kiss.

“I’m going to finish what your aunt started. I’m going to be the one you give everything to. I’m the one whose name you’ll scream. Me, your mother. Do I make myself clear?” she demanded.

Jonny’s mouth hung open as he slowly nodded his head.

“Good. Now be still while I fuck you,” she said.

She dragged her breasts across his chest, down his mid-section. She pulled at his shorts, Jonny watching on in disbelief. He pushed away from her, but it was no use. She pounced on him again, holding him place.

“Mom,” he whispered, Fernanda tearing his t-shirt down the middle, ripping it from his body. She kissed him again as hard as she could, forcing her tongue into his reluctant mouth.

“Shhh,” she silenced him again, breaking the kiss. Squatting over him, she grabbed the back of his head, pulling it to her chest. “Suck,” she commanded.

Jonny paused a moment, looking at her large, round breasts. They were a little bigger than Claudia’s. “They’re nice,” he thought, talking himself into doing it.

One final look to his mother’s face, she nodded, and Jonny grabbed both her tits, bringing one to his mouth, licking and sucking the nipple. Fernanda closed her eyes, head arching to the ceiling, “That’s it, just like that,” she said.

“Very good,” she said, releasing her son’s head, she slid down his body, finishing her task of removing his pants. “Lift,” she told Jonny.

He did as he was told, allowing his mother to remove his shorts and boxers. “Mmmm, beautiful,” Fernanda said, grinning devilishly at the erect cock revealed to her. “I see it’s ready for mother too.”

Jonny backed away, reality kicking in, “No, wait, we can’t.”

“Yes we can. You were about to with your aunt,” Fernanda said, crawling toward her slowly backing away son.

“But that was different,” he pleaded.

“Incest is incest. Now let me take you how I always wanted my Papi to take me,” Fernanda said.

“Wait, what?” Jo