PDJenna/Refuse

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You shake your head and say, "I can't do it. I can't do anything sexual with my parents."

Your mother snaps at you as she asks, "You want to stay here, don't you?"

You feel the tears rolling down your cheeks as you say, "Yes. I have no where else to go."

Your mother lays things out clearly when she says, "Then you have no choice. If you want to stay here then you have to do what we want. If I want you to eat my pussy, then you will eat my pussy. If your father want to fuck you, then you will let him fuck you. If we want you for a threesome, then you will have a threesome with us."

You feel your face turn red as you hear your mother use words that you never thought you would hear from her. This has to be a nightmare, but you know it isn't. You know your mother is asking you to do things and your father can hear every word of it, which means they are in it together. You have no safety net from him.

You continue to cry and can only manage to say, "Please don't."

Your mom says, "The choice is yours. You either let us do whatever we want, or you cannot stay."

You try to find some way out of this, even if it is half-way. If you must have sex with your parents, maybe you can make it so it is just your father. It is wrong to even consider sex with your father as a positive, but at least it is better than being with your mother. You have never thought about being a lesbian and you don't want to start with anyone, especially your mother.

With a little hope, you say, "I can't do what you want. Maybe if it were just dad, but I'm not a lesbian. I can't do that with you."

You cannot believe you actually said something like that out loud, but you were given no choice. It would not be pleasant to have to have sex with your father, but it is better than the alternative.

Your mom smiles as she asks, "You mean you can't eat my pussy?"

You cannot get used to the words coming out of your mother's mouth. The idea of doing that with any woman is horrendous and you hate that your mother is the one asking. You try to find some way out of this nightmare, but there does not seam to be any end in sight.

You nod and say, "I can't do that."

Your mother looks at you and says, "I'm not a lesbian either, but I have always wondered what pussy tastes like. I plan on tasting yours."

You continue to cry as you say, "I don't want to that. Please don't make me."

You mom says, "The choice is yours."


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