Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a multi-part story containing various sex acts between adults, including incest, oral, bisexual, coercion, corruption, and cuckolding. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral, illegal, and not condoned by the author. All characters are 18-years old or older. All rights reserved.
Author's Note: I found it necessary to break this second chapter into two parts. This is a previously unposted side-story to the Theft of Our Lives series, normally found in the Non-Consent category. It helps if you're familiar with the back story, but it's not essential to following this chapter. New material will be forthcoming soon.
COMPLETING THE ASSIGNMENT
Kellen stayed the night at the Bradley household on Thursday, capping a week of sexual discovery and licentiousness for Anja with a last night of continuous, exhaustive, and richly fulfilling sex, with the captivated matron fucking and sucking our inexhaustible, well-hung youngster on the big walnut desk in Frank's study and then in her marital bed.
By the end of the night, Kellen took his adoring married sex pet on the kitchen table after a sensuous morning shower featuring our skillful son playfully strumming Mrs. Bradley's responsive clitoris with his soapy fingers, accompanied by her contented low moans marking multiple orgasms.
Tim and his father returned Friday afternoon and not long after dinner Kellen's vacationing friend showed up at our door looking to play video games, share fishing stories, and generally catch up with his happy buddy, staying overnight mistakenly thinking his parents might want some time alone.
Emma played it cool, ever the responsible parent when Kerri or Kellen's friends spent the night by providing snacks while seeing to their needs but otherwise staying out of the way. Suspiciously, however, she didn't hesitate to allow an indiscreet gap to form at the top of her robe when bending to say 'goodnight.'
With the guys sitting low in their gaming chairs, the subtle dip granted Tim a generous view of her deep valley of cleavage - an abundance of luscious flesh she knew he longed to see and which she intended becoming familiar territory for the fortunate youth.
At the Bradley's, alone time was the last thing Anja wanted when sending Tim out the door, understanding his illicit future under the designs of Kellen's wayward mother, but also appreciating her devoted son's impulse to aide his parent's struggling relationship.
Fortunately, Frank retired early to his study, and a smile crossed Anja's face at the erotic memory of sucking off her 18-year-old lover in her husband's favorite leather chair, or Kellen throwing her onto Frank's desktop just last night, fucking her soundly leaving sweat marks and a glop of sticky jism on the shiny surface she cleaned off just that morning.
The next morning was Saturday, and Emma had an agenda to seduce Tim Bradley. That meant taking the necessary steps to see it through by getting certain people out of the house. Clever as always, she arranged through Hank for me to travel for the weekend on business.
Sadly, it wasn't out of concern about cheating on me to my face, as that ship had already sailed. Instead, my prescient wife simply worried her inexperienced mark might be intimidated thinking I was in the house when she hit on him and didn't need that added complexity.
After breakfast, shooing Kerri out the door to visit a friend - actually our daughter's idea after holing up for a week during exams, Emma concocted a ludicrous scavenger hunt for Kellen disguised as a series of errands taking him out of the house and all over town for a few hours.
Kellen knew the deal, but the key was he couldn't tell Tim he was leaving, with Emma fearing his responsible friend might return home sooner than planned if he knew his buddy was gone, and that he'd likely stay if he thought it was just for a short while.
With that in mind, Emma waited until Tim was in the locked in an online video game battle before sending Kellen out, hopping into the shower for a refreshing rinse in conveniently setting up her ruse.
Donning the same brief robe worn the morning she first drew Kellen into our lair of family debauchery - a boudoir number normally reserved for the privacy of our marital bedroom, Emma meandered down the hallway to our son's room with her hair still wet, the belt loosely tied, and only ivory French-cut lace panties beneath the scant garment.
Standing in the open doorway, she found Tim dressed in his usual shorts and t-shirt, still playing the video game and wondering what became of his pal.
"Oh, Tim," Emma exclaimed with a well-played start, leaning provocatively against the door jamb feigning surprise, and crossing her arms under her generous bosom, not to cover the giant mounds, but to surreptitiously lift them for better viewing.
"Huh, um, Mrs. Tyler. I'm just playing a game and waiting for Kel, but I'm not sure where he went," the good-looking youth explained, breaking away fearing he might be in trouble and startled by the sudden appearance of his buddy's conservative mom dressed so provocatively.
Looking her in the face from across the room, Tim's striking sapphire blue eyes irresistibly trailed lower to Emma's chest, then quickly lifted again to her smirking countenance before he was busted, not realizing it was too late.
"That's okay, Tim. I sent Kellen on some errands for me. I didn't realize you were still here," she prevaricated, shifting on her feet pretending to be calm when inside she was terribly nervous, with her nagging morality leaving her conflicted and uncertain if she could carry through her plan.
Sure, she thought Tim was cute - even desirable, and after every disreputable act she'd performed with old men at Hank's bidding, sex with an attractive 18-year-old, other than Kellen, of course, had a certain lascivious appeal.
Nonetheless, our whole family knows Tim Bradley as a good guy and respectful of his elders, so the thought of luring him into her bed was disturbing, even with her moral compass in tatters.
While Emma didn't particularly like the idea of corrupting him, she was committed to leading him into temptation, facilitating the more important goal of sustaining Kellen's secretive sexual relationship with Tim's mother. At the same time, it propelled Anja's further descent into promiscuity at the behest of my degenerate boss.
Hank still hadn't explained why he was making Emma and Kellen corrupt the kindly woman, and in the end, it didn't really matter. We assumed he had a reason, and that was enough. Emma was beholden to follow through, so we didn't question his motive beyond that.
"He's just a deviant SOB," she decided when first telling me of her assignment a week earlier. "Who knows what warped thoughts he has running around in his perverted mind?"
So, Emma undertook this necessary task as a gambit for meeting Hank's scurrilous demand.
Since protecting our family was paramount over all other considerations, that overarching goal eased her troubled conscience, including about standing in front of Tim in a skimpy robe making a play for an inappropriate sexual liaison.
"Oh, I didn't know he left. Is he gone long? Should I leave?" Tim answered honestly, followed by his polite inquiry, endearing himself to Emma even as his eyes naively roamed over her shapely legs, virtually uncovered, with the hem dropping just below her butt cheeks in the back.
