This is the sequel to Temptation part 01. Warning, includes scenes of Non-consent and Incest. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead.
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"Is that all of it?" Steven asked as he took the last box to the car.
"The last one," Tim said. "Thanks for helping me out with this."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you," Steven said with a slight smirk. "Considering what all this moving around is going to lead to."
"Not out here," Tim whispered.
"What are you boys whispering about," asked Danielle, Steven's mom.
Tim turned around, greeted with the sight of beautiful Danielle. Lovely Danielle, with her long red hair, long legs and beautiful buxom breasts. It was hard to believe she was in her forties. Just looking at her you'd call bullshit on that and think she's in her early thirties at least. Many times did Tim fantasize about her whenever he jerked off.
"Nothing, Mom," Steven lied, badly.
"What's all this here?" Danielle asked, pointing to the stacked boxed in the back of her son's car. "Are you boys going somewhere?"
"Oh no, Mrs. Robertson. Steven is just helping me move some stuff into storage," Tim said, smiling and trying not to let his eyes linger down.
As always, Danielle wore a blouse which she only buttoned halfway, giving everyone a good eye-full of her incredible cleavage. Tim also spotted her pants, which went down just above her knees, accentuating her long gorgeous legs while not revealing too much. What a babe!
"What kind of stuff?" Danielle asked.
"Oh, just some things my mom no longer needs. We're just putting it in storage," Tim said.
"Hmn..." Danielle said, before walking away. "See you two later."
"Bye Mom," Steven said.
While Steven went back to stacking boxes in the back of his car, Tim couldn't help himself from watching Danielle walk back to their house across the street. Her adorable ass wiggled back and forth with ever step.
"Man, your Mom's so hot," Tim said to his friend.
"Oh?" Steven said.
"Totally. Man, what I wouldn't give to-,"
"Hold it!" Steven said. "After last night, you'd still go after my mom?"
"Who wouldn't?" Tim chuckled. "She's a babe!"
Steven threw his friend a worried look. He'd always been very protective of his mother, and did not appreciate his friends making lewd comments about her or leering at her.
"Don't get any ideas, there. My mom is off-limits to you or the other guys," Steven said.
"Off course," Tim said, shrugging.
Though perhaps Steven should have steered away from the words "off-limits". That just made Danielle more irresistible to him. But first thing's first. Their plan for tonight was their priority now.
"Let's get going," Tim said, hopping into his own car.
"See you later," Steven said, as he drove of with his van, containing the boxes.
Tim could almost cheer with excitement. His plan was coming together perfectly. Now all that was needed was for Clara to play her part.
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It was around 10 AM when Clara finally woke up. She was lying on the couch down in the basement. Her son Tim usually used it as a photography studio for his hobby. But last night he turned it into something completely different. Something terrible. Clara remembered it all very vividly. The photo shoot were she posed for her son. The way he tricked her into agreeing to be tied up. His naked body before her. The way he took...no, the way he raped her right in her own home. How he told her he loved her and wanted her for ages, before fucking and cumming twice in her pussy and once in her mouth.
She could still feel her son's cum inside her. Her eyes teared up about it. She was heartbroken. If he really loved her, he would have never done this to her. But the worst part was towards the end of his violation of her, she began to enjoy it. She wanted him, no, begged him to fuck her. She wanted him to shoot his cum off inside her. Oh, the pleasure she felt when he filled her pussy up with his jizz.
She immediately regretted it moments later, but once again she underestimated how far Tim was willing to go. He ran upstairs and locked her down in the basement, trapped without a shred of clothing or a way to call for help. For hours she tried to open the door, before giving up in the early hours of the morning.
How long was he going to keep her down here? He didn't have any more thing in mind for her, did he? She couldn't face another night like that again. Plus, she was getting pretty hungry too. And cold. She needed food and something to wear. Somehow, she needed to break out of here. There were no tools lying around. Clara wondered if she was strong enough to break the door down, perhaps? No sense in not trying. She climbed up the stairs and took the door knob in her hand.
To her shock, the door swung open with the slightest push. It wasn't locked anymore. When did Tim open it for her? Was she asleep? She quietly walked into the hallway. No-one was there. Where did Tim go? Did he leave her alone? Her imagination began running wild. What if he, ashamed by what he did to her, fled the house? Her son, alone and on the run? It horrified her. More than anything he did to her last night. He was still her son, for God's sakes. She couldn't bear the idea of him being alone out on the street.
Her stomach growled. First thing's first; food. Clara needed to eat. She hurried into the kitchen, he big round breasts bouncing along as she did. As she approached the fridge, there was an envelope held to the door with a big, heart shaped magnet she bought a few years back on their trip to Toronto. Written on the envelope was "Mom, please read,", which Clara recognized as Tim's handwriting. She quickly opened it and read the note inside it.
"Dear Mom,"
it began.
"I'm sorry I locked you up last night. I panicked, and I should never have done that to you. I just couldn't let you call dad. I still can't, which is why I've disconnected all the phones in the house and taken your cell. We need to talk about last night, and how we're going to handle it. Please meet me at the address I've written down below. I've left some clothes for you upstairs, but take your time getting there. I'll be there all day if you want to resolve this. Please eat something and get a shower before you head out. I love you. Your son; Tim."
Clara rolled her eyes. He keeps saying he loves me. But you don't rape the people you love, or lock them in the basement all night long. Where did I go wrong raising him?
After making herself a sandwich, a bowl of greek yoghurt and having an apple, Clara headed upstairs to her bathroom. For the next hour, she sat underneath a stream of hot water in her shower. She washed away any on Tim's cum still sticking to her hair. She even held the shower head to her pussy, hoping to remove anything lingering down there. Her son cumming inside there twice left her worried. Clara hadn't taken birth control in years, since she and her husband tried to get pregnant again when Tim was around fifteen. But the many weeks at a time her husband would be off on business trips gave them very little time to make love. It hadn't been an issue on her mind for years. How could she have know this was going to happen? She silently prayed that Tim hadn't done the unthinkable and impregnated her.
Stepping out of the shower, Clara headed for her closet. When she opened it, she nearly flung it back shut. She couldn't believe it. It was empty. Not a scrap of clothing was left. She began to check her drawers and other places she stored her clothing. No dresses. No pants. No underwear. Absolutely nothing was left. Tim must've taken them. What was he up to? At the bottom of one of the drawers was a not for her. It told her to check the hallway closet downstairs. Clara bolted down and opened the door. Clothing waited for her, but just barely enough to cover herself with.
One coat. One lousy trench coat hung there in that closet, waiting for her. There was also one pair of boots. Her favorite ones, which went all the way up to her knees. Clara sighed in frustration. This was all part of another dress-up idea concocted by Tim. She took the coat and boots and began putting them on.
When she zipped up her last boot, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but appreciate how sexy she looked, being naked and wearing nothing but her knee-highs. Cupping her breasts and letting her hands glide over her skin, she could imagine herself driving someone wild looking like this. Was that what Tim was planning? For her to dress up like the women in his fantasies? And then fuck her? Granted, she couldn't deny how good it felt to have a man inside her, fucking her with such passion. Her pussy got wet just thinking about it. But the way he forced her, that wasn't right. Least of all forcing his own mother like that.
Clara wrapped herself with the coat. Now you couldn't tell she was naked underneath, unless you stood really close to her. She peered out the window, seeing if her car was still there, which it was. If she was quick, no-one would notice her. Her car keys were on the little table by the door, waiting for her. She took them and bolted for her car, only to be called out by a familiar voice.
"Hi Clara! I heard you were doing a little spring cleaning," said Danielle.
Her neighbor Danielle was always a chatty one. Her husband ran out on her years ago, leaving her and her son Steven by themselves. With her boy getting older, she didn't have many people to talk to, so more often than not she'd try and hook you into a conversation.
Danielle approached her, taking off her gardening gloves and putting away her tools.
"I was just working on the rosebushes, and I thought I heard you walk around. How've you been?" Danielle asked.
"I...ehm...I've been good. I'm a little busy today, so is it okay we talk later?" Clara asked.
"Oh, sure hon. You take our time," Danielle said with a laugh.
Clara entered her car and drove off, giving her neighbor a brief wave. She felt like she dodged a bullet. But if she'd tightened her coat a little bit more, Danielle would not have spotted her nipple briefly being exposed. She began to wonder what was going on with Clara. First the boxes being moved, now Clara wasn't wearing a shirt? What was going on in that house?
