CHAPTER 1; ENTRAPMENT
(This story is going to be split up in a number of ways. First there will be 'Chapter, chapter number and title. Then each chapter will be divided into a number of 'episodes, each with tags. Thus; CHAPTER 1; TITLE Episode one; tag; tag...Episode two; tag; tag;...
CHAPTER 2; TITLE etc It sounds complicated but as the story goes on, you and the readers will soon catch up).
So let's begin... again
SLOW TRAIN by thlstprsnthtycll
A story about a young mother's journey into depravity at the hands of a handsome stranger- but is all that it seems
Episode one; the first meeting- exhibitionist, bisexual, lesbian, tricked, young, stranger, incest, mature-young
Marie Parker was an attractive brunette mother of three who was strolling with her mother Jennie and two young daughters; Claire 11 and Anne 8, who had been born either side of son Matthew, 10. Most of the time though he preferred the company of his peers rather than his mother and sisters, so they were just left to their own devices to ramble in the centre of town during the school holidays. They'd just come from a nearby Subway sandwich bar and were walking off their full stomachs. "Want to sit in Memorial Park, Mummy... it's a gorgeous day to..." "No you go on ahead dear. There's my boy Robert now. See you the next time... and you, my puppets." Eleven-year-old Claire and Anne eight kissed their granny farewell as she got into the passenger seat of her husband's metallic blue Mercedes and waved her away.
"Okay girls, we can get some sweeties for later in the Goodbarr after we've sat for a while... okay?" The two young girls cheered as they entered the James E. Goodbarr Memorial Park; a whole acre of winding pathways through luscious lawns with a mossy statue of the man himself standing tall in the centre; a proud Victorian industrialt who brought prosperity to the region but, like so many of his contemporaries, couldn't stem the tides of change.
It was Anne who first noticed the man- as the trio were lazing on a hillock trying to keep the sun out of their eyes. She had seen an older man near some iron fencing, trying to catch some shade under the treeline. "Yeah I see him honey. But that looks a good place to be... let's head over" Marie replied, apparently caring more about the shade than the man.
As they approached, Marie reckoned in her mind that the stranger could be in his fifties because of his greying hair, but his wide-open check shirt showed off a well-defined body with a hairy chest. "H... hello there. I'm Marie and these are my diamonds. I hope... we're not disturbing you." "No of course not. The sun is here for everybody. I'm Steve. And you are..." The tall muscular stranger stroked Anne's chin and smiled. Marie should have been hearing warning bells but instead trusted Steve completely. "Mummy tells us not to talk to strangers. They will do bad things she says." "Your mummy is very wise. But I don't want to be a stranger to a lovely family like you. You will learn as you get older that even the people you know do bad things."
As Steve was talking, he had been undressing Claire and Anne. He then told them to lie on the grass and imitate what they thought Marie and her bus driver husband Jeff making love looked like. She was shocked and wanted to call out to alert someone, but at the same time a fire inside her ignited- a flame that had been dampened years before. Steve lay beside the girls and slowly undressed. Marie's eyes were torn between her daughters play-fucking and his naked hairy body dripping with sweat. "People are watching... all around. People will..." "They don't care, Marie. They're all jacking off watching. C'mon girls, my cock is lonely." The youngsters broke off to lick his cock and balls and their mother began to twiddle with the thin straps of her floral summer dress. Steve stretched his thumb and forefinger back and forth to indicate that he was carrying condoms. But as Marie exposed her pert tits, she made a twirling gesture with her left arm- signalling that she was 'on the coil'.
Her dress fell to the grass, quickly followed by her pants. Claire pulled her down on the grass and began to lick her mother out while Anne sucked on her tan nipples. "My, yous two are quick learners" Marie smiled as she came too early. "Perhaps too quick." "We're good watchers. And sometimes you and Daddy like to give a good show" Anne replied.
Suddenly Steve rose and dressed and told the others to do the same. "We all want to fuck outside... hell why not, it's a beautiful day. But not right here- even though it is lovely. I know just the place... and we can drop into my pad after."The Parkers cheered as Steve took out his cellphone to call a taxi- and another number that he had stored. After few engaged tones, the other person picked up. It was Jennie Cole- Marie's mother. "Hi babe... did you score?" "I've hit a home run. You were right. The bitch is trying to hide it away. But you taught the kids well." "So where now... your place? Jeff will be on another late haul." "Not right off. A fuck in the woods first. And boy am I dying to go to the the toilet."
Episode two; Dislow forest- exhibitionist, bisexual, incest, lesbian, stranger sex, mature-young, scat
A minivan taxi pulled up close to the West entrance of Dislow forest, a wooded area of about three acres that split the large town of Dislow in half. Streets dissected the forest leading to schools, amenities and communities, and a large natural lake at the North end was processed by water treatment works in the South. Steve and the Parker girls got out, each eating from a McDonalds bargain bucket that he had bought while waiting. "Okay ladies... let's find somewhere to sit down and enjoy this" he smiled as the trio trudged down a beaten path until they found a weatherbeaten picnic table and sat down. It was only after the group had finished their meals and disposed of the packaging that they all stripped.
"Uuum that's better" sighed Marie as she licked on Anne's nipples. "Such a familiar feeling... yet I can't rightly remember. So warm, the air so sweet, then..." Steve lay on his side in the undergrowth and she took his cock into her mouth. What was there about this man- why did Marie feel so comfortable with him? The truth lay buried deep in wonderful repressed memories- and an awful cruelty that had tore them from her head.
As Steve finally entered Marie, the brunette sighed and smiled in contentment. A long rasping fart then escaped from her plugged-up backside. "I'm s..." "Let it go slut" Steve whispered. "All of you just let it go. There is no-one here to complain. I have an idea." Steve told her to lie right back in the leaves and raise her legs- thus displaying her half-cleaned back passage to nature. Then he lay the the same way, but with his arse pressed into hers and holding his pish-filled cock up. "You know what to do kids... take your pick." Marie was confused then delighted as Anne squatted over her chest and Claire over Steve's. Now it was only a matter of time...
The first to pop was Marie. She felt the shit moving through her back passage, was ready to luxuriate in the relief of the mass being expunged... but then she remembered about Steve's arse being plugged to her own- and realised what he was up to. As Anne deposited over her chest, he pushed his own shit out to mix with Marie's in a big mucky lump between them- which the children then kneaded together and spread over their bodies. Leaves from the forest floor adhered to their fresh shit, which they smoothed over each other with steaming pish. The stink aroused both adults immensely and the spunk and cum flowed freely for over an hour.
"Anybody up for some more fun?" Steve smiled as he sat on the picnic table. The others gathered around expectantly. "What! More fun than that?" Marie laughed as they dressed. "Lots of ways to have fun, babes. Like back at my place. Why don't you make your way back to where we came in. Then I'll walk yous back. It's not far."
As Marie and her daughters made their way back up the track, Steve walked to a nearby try and took a look around. When he was sure that no-one was coming back, he opened up a secret door inside of which was a hidden steadycam. He quickly checked through the recorded material and smiled before taking out and replacing the SD memory card. "You're gonna love this message when you see it in your inbox, Jen" he chuckled before carefully putting the card away deep in his pocket. Now onto more new adventures for Marie and her daughters- and a glimpse of the truth.
Episode three; Steve's place- bisexual; lesbian; incest; solo/group masturbation; sex toys; young
Steve and the girls entered the street where he lived amid a sea of bemused stares and comments. When one person recognised him though, there was a general realisation that he'd been up to something naughty. Marie took a broad sweep of her right arm across the parade of homogeneous properties; some only made different from others by brightly-painted or crafted front doors or unusual curtain selections.
Most of the houses also had solar panels on the roof and many also had loft extensions- including the one that Steve nodded his head towards. "That's me, no. 27. I wish I were still that young." "Oh you're doing fine so far" Marie laughed as he unlocked his unassuming white-painted front door. "I don't care if your wardrobe is stacked high with Viagra... I just want..."Marie tongued him deep in the hallway and loosened his jeans. Steve wanted it as well, but he had things to do. He told the Parkers where the bathrooms were and asked them to get cleaned up- that he would join them soon.
He tossed his filthy clothes in the washing machine and went to a locked drawer in a bureau in the lounge. Out of it he took a black laptop with the cable attached but switched off. He flicked it on and inserted the SD card that he'd recovered earlier in the forest. Steve input some directions and put the laptop away once more before joining Marie and her daughters for some dirty fun getting clean.It wasn't just Marie that was trying to raise secrets hidden in her past. Steve was actually her father- and he'd made a pact with her mother to keep it secret. But a chance meeting by Jennie with 'an old friend' had changed things completely.
FLASHBACK; exhibitionism, mature, scat, impregnation, cheating wife
It is the early eighties; Margaret Thatcher is the Prime Minister and Ronald Reagan is President. In the charts, bands like Culture Club, the Police and Madness are having regular hits. The look for men is outrageous makeup and mullets; for women porcupine hairdos and big big shoulderpads. But that was just fashion- far away from the world of 'normal' people. But that didn't stop young Steven Jarrow dreaming as he walked to technical college, his ears firmly plugged by the earphones of his well-worn Walkman. "Still hot on Judy, Stevo? I'll take her if you don't" all his friends asked in turn. Steve liked to keep himself clean-shaven and his dirty blonde hair was reminiscent of the young Brando- and made many of the female teachers swoon as well as the students. "I know her type. We'll all have our turn. I've got my eyes on one or two others... watch this space." His male friends began tossing names around as they dispersed for class and a couple of the girls overhearing began the old rumour mill. But really, his heart was only set on one person in particular- stunning brunette Applied Catering lecturer Jennifer Elsom.
Jennifer Elsom was also attracted to young Steven- but what he didn't know was that the married mother-of-three was a serial adulteress with staff, students and pupils at the high school that she had previously worked at. So Steven, even if he was successful in fucking the teacher, would just be another conquest, until the next one and the next... that was just her way.
One Tuesday, Steven stayed behind after Engineering and waited in the Staff car park close to Jennifer's car. "Are you serious, Steve?" gasped Sally Watson, a close neighbour who was his current girlfriend. That bitch is a whore and you know it... we've all had our turn." "Including you darling. I know. I guess I just want mine before... before she gets saggy. Maybe even plant my seed." "You tramp! I do hate us, though. Why do us girls go all ugly and not able..." "She is a sexy bitch, though. But you're four times as sexy a whore and we're going to spoil lots of kiddies together... okay?" Steve and Sally kissed and then parted just as Jennifer pushed a pair of side doors open. As she dropped some files, Steven and Sally exchanged air kisses as he approached the doors.'Good luck, darling' she mouthed as her boyfriend pulled them wide...
"What the... you should be home already, Mr Jarrow." "I was just chatting with Sally before she went on her way. Lovely girl. Then I seen you were having trouble... Jennifer." As Steve packed her books and papers into her battered leather bag,the late-thirties lecturer eyed Steve with a mixture of curiousity, pride and disbelief- a little like a mother would feel watching her young child scrape up his own mess off the floor. Then she shook herself back to her senses. "Mr Jarrow... that may very well be my name, but surnames will be used at all times during lessons." "That is all very well" Steve smiled as he helped carry the excess books back to her car and put them in the boot, as well as the teacher's leather bag. "But as you see, we're not in class now. And Jennifer... we are going to go all the way" . There was something in this young man's voice that wasn't like the others; a belief a confidence that he was going to end up fucking her. And she was enjoying that feeling of being helpless, for once.
As Jennifer started her car, she didn't complain as Steve got into the passenger side and strapped himself in. "Where to, babe?" she whispered- and then quickly apologised for saying that. "No need... honey. Everyone calls you a slut, hell maybe you are. I'm too young to have ever met one. Sally's a nice girl and we love each other. But ain't nothing wrong with fucking a whore like you from time to time. Sal certainly enjoyed it... why shouldn't I?" As a professional, Mrs Elsom should have stopped her car and told the lust-crazed student to get out and take a taxi home. But as a red-blooded passionate woman, she felt immensely aroused by being bad-mouthed, the truth given to her like she needed to hear. And her lace G-string panties were sopping in a combination of cum and sweat.
Steven got her to drive to an abandoned ceramics factory just east of the town about thirty minutes walking distance from the college; a favourite hangout of junkies and young lovers. In an empty doorway he stroked her face tenderly before kissing her for the first time. Jennifer didn't try to resist- she couldn't even if she had wanted to. The lips connecting; the explosion in her heart. It was just like that first time so many years before. But this was the first time in a long time it had felt so good. When the young man finally reluctantly broke off, he pulled apart the top of his tracksuit bottoms. He then stepped a little to the right and relieved himself against the wall. Jennifer gasped and reached down. Warm pee trickled on her fingers as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Let's go inside... get naked. You like the wind I bet" Steve rasped into her ear and she nodded. The pair wandered about until he had located a pre-imagined spot- an old mattress in one of the upstairs workrooms with some hemp sheeting nearby, once used to drape over the long-gone machinery during closing hours. Little thought was given to safety concerns in those bygone days. Steve and Jennifer lay together and talked before they began having sex. The musk from her hairy armpits filled the air, but the brunette's crotch was rough from bristles after a recent shave. He pushed his tongue into the smelly pits and sucked greedily; the strange sensation tickled her and made her smile. "What the fuck... you beast! Was this part of your fantasy... for when you got me alone?" "Perhaps. But your body- it's so much better than any of my fantasies." "But you know... that that is just what this is. Just us fucking. I don't want to love you... I'm married with kids.""So perhaps I don't love you either. I love Sally, she is my girlfriend. I just want to fuck you hard... perhaps every now and again... and fill you with my spunk."
Jennifer chuckled as he went to enter her arse but she had a better idea. "You want me to drink spunk- I'll show you what a bad girl I can be." The slut crawled on her belly across the filthy wooden floor until she reached a pile of rubbish. She picked up a crumpled beer can and shook it before taking a couple of swigs then tossed it to one side, followed by another. Then she started searching around takeaway boxes in the twilight that shone through the empty windows. All the time that Jennifer had been hoking Steven was sat back stroking himself, and he was excited wondering what she would do next. The answer was to gather up a bunch of dirty used condoms before coming back over to lie by Steve.
"When did your husband find out you were a whore" Steve smiled. "My first husband couldn't handle it- that's his problem. But my second husband loves it... he's such a pervert angel. He even lets me hook now and again."You want to fill me with your spunk, darling? Sure you can do that. But let me show you an easy way first." Jennifer picked up one of the dirty rubbers and raised it to her mouth. Stretching the end wide, she tipped it up and poured the whole quarter-load in. The teacher swilled the dirty semen around in her mouth before swallowing and smiled. Then she handed Steve one."Wow, that looked really hot Jennie..." "So you want to be like most of the others... chicken?" she teased. Steve took a deep breath and let her pour the contents of another one of the condoms down his throat. The erection in his cock told him that he liked it, even though he gagged a bit. Taking spunk in his mouth was nothing new to him.
Between them, they shared the thrill of dirty condom spunk for about twenty minutes. Then Jennifer nodded and quietly lay back on the mattress. "Do you want to get rid babe... before we start?" They took each others hands into a corner and squatted. Long-delayed logs of shit plopped onto the floor and they smiled, followed by jets of pish. "What the fuck were you eating, ho!" Steve chuckled as they lay down again. "That is what you call an experienced palette, boy. Now I know you want to get me up- perhaps you'll get the chance. For now, fuck me using those dirty rubbers as your protection."
Steve picked up one of the weakened condoms and pulled it on over his hard dick. Jennifer gasped as she felt him enter her and reached down to stroke her stubbly pussy. Slowly at first he pushed- slowly at first she wanked. But the tempo soon quickened and they both came; her showering his stomach with warm cum and him shooting a load into the end of the rubber. They shared their juices and fondled for a while before doing it all again... and then the words came that Steve had been waiting for; "Stevie... I heard a while back you wanted to fuck with me. Who from doesn't matter. I knew you'd bring me here. You and Sal fuck here all the time. She can't wait to have your babies... and neither can I" "Is she..." Steve asked, his head whirling in a delightful spinning motion. "No, not yet. But she wants you and me to happen before you do her." "So the woman I love will be turned on if I cheat on her... get you pregnant first before I preg her?" "And maybe preg the other bitches too. I have recorded proof. But you only get to hear it when I've had the kid- okay?"
Nine months later, Jennifer gave birth to a bouncing baby girl. She still seen Steve from time to time, but they'd made an agreement that the baby should never find out who its real father is- despite some photographic evidence existing. Back in those days, rules were so cut and dried. But withthe passing of time, rules can be easily bent or broken.
THE PRESENT DAY.
Steve and the Parker girls relaxed on his king-size bed in the main bedroom. The 60" plasma screen TV was playing a video from a large memory flash drive plugged into the back. All types of fetishes were featured on the drive- and for the past while they'd been watching bisexual men and older women in action. "That one looks just like Granny... but a bit younger" Claire pointed out at one scene. Marie noticed the similarity as well but said nothing. "Oh, grannies get around. After a while, one grey-haired bitch looks pretty much like another." Steve smiled to himself about her avoiding the obvious but chose not to make a big thing out of it either. "Hey guys! I've got me some toys- but they're not My Little Pony dolls. Wanna play with me?"
The kids cheered and Marie was intrigued. Steve flicked the TV off and they went onto the landing where he pulled a chain hanging from the ceiling. There was a loud click before the loft door fell open, followed by a set of steps. "Who wants to be first up the mountain? A light will come on when you put your hands on the top rung. Be careful." Claire volunteered to go first, then Marie; Anne and Steve bringing up the rear. Looking around, the simply-draped double bed was the first thing they seen just in front of the hatch. Opposite was an equally-plain wardrobe next to a scumbled chest of drawers below the tinted window. Two wooden chairs without cushions sat at angles to the bed end. While the rest of the house was modern and up-to-date, this one room could have been lifted from Victoriana.
"This is more like a torture chamber than a play room" Marie humphed as she tried to make herself comfy on the purposefully uneven bed. "There are lots of different ways to play" Steve countered as he opened a drawer and randomly tossed some dildoes on the bed beside her. "Why do you think bondage is so popular? Though I'm not really into that. I do a lot of other things though." Steve tied one of the strap-ons around Marie and pushed an attachment into her crack which fitted snugly over her pussy. When he heard a small ckick, he turned it on. "It ain't very hard" Marie complained. "Little Matty has more stiff than that." "Ah... it'll make you glow then watch it grow" the older man spieled as he put a 'junior' strap-on on Claire and gave Anne a thick pink 12" dildo with large balls for control grasping. Each rubber testicle was so big however, that the little girl had to use both hands to hold just one. "You'll do just fine, pet. Especially when we use this on our holes."
Steve got a well-used tin of lubricant out and surveyed its depleting contents thoughtfully. "Looks like I'll need more of this... 'specially if you sexy cunts are going to keep banging my arse" he playfully scowled as he knelt on all fours on the bed for his slaves to lube him and themselves up. Marie's now hard strap-on pushed slowly into Steve amid laughter from her children. "Mummy's got a cock! Mummy's got a cock!" they cheered, and this drove her to thrust ever harder into him. That, combined with the arousal from the constant buzz on her clitoris from the inbuilt vibrator. Claire imitated what her mother was doing- but was advised to go a little bit slower until they 'found their range'.
Both the adults came in floods and lay back panting on on the bed. Claire and Anne sat on the chairs fondling their bodies and masturbating as they watched. "You can hold onto that, honey" Steve whispered in Marie's ear as they caught their breath. "It goes on a rechargeable lithium battery and it's waterproof. I wouldn't keep it switched on all the time, though; you'd just burn it out." "Thanks babe. It's been a great afternoon, but we really have to get home girls." Her daughters moaned but slowly got up to descend back down to the landing. Steve pulled the chain in the ceiling again, and the steps disappeared back up into the naughty loft room and the trapdoor self-locked once more. "Your stuff will be well dry in the machine by now- nice and warm by now." The Parkers pulled their clothes from the tumble drier and reluctantly put them on as Steve rang for a taxi. As they donned their shoes, Marie held him close. "Why does this moment have to end, Stevie? I feel like we are... connected. Made for each other. I love my husband as I should... but I wish that I could marry you too. I love you..."
This heartsworn confession took Steve back a bit, but before he could think of a response, his cellphone sounded in the lounge; it was someone who he was in no mood to talk to. "Well we've only just met, Marie. I have some good feelings already for you as well. Look, we know each others details, we're bound to see each other again. Your taxi is here... there's something I want to tell you as well. But it's a long story. Another time maybe." "Okay I'll let you get that. Maybe I was a bit naughty there. See you soon." The pair pecked each other before running out to the taxi with her girls. Steve blew up his fringe and sat on the couch to call back Jennifer.
"What took you so long! She is a good fuck, isn't she?" "You bitch! You never told me they'd be so horned up. They were like pros already." "As if you mind, son. I'm just giving you what you like." "What I like is the truth sometimes. Yes, we made our arrangement back in the day. But Marie is hiding something, a bad memory. What did you do when you had her, what did you say? 'Cos I sure as hell never caused the fruitpie any pain." This stopped Jennifer in her tracks. She'd only rang because she had been enjoying the orgy footage from the woods and was wanting to congratulate Steve on his stamina. But now she found herself a little lost for words and could not remember at all any time that she had intentionally mistreated the young Marie. "It looks like I'm at as much of a loss as you, Steven. Unless it was the death of another family member that she was close to, don't go off on me. But I suppose I would be the same."
"You know something else?" He lowered his voice to an unnecessary whisper as if the room was crowded. "She told me she loved me. Marie actually told me she loved me." "So what did you say? That's a big thing when you've just met." "But that's weird too. She has this feeling... like we're connected. That we belong together. Almost like..." Don't say it. The two of you were parted for a good reason. She can't know." "Whether one of us tells Marie or not, I think it's too late; she already knows in her heart."
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