John_Vandermeer
Wet Nightmare Writer
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- Dec 6, 2022
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A married mother (~40) and her engaged daughter (~20), each doubting her own commitments, take a vacation alone together hoping to spend some quality time with each other and find new belief in their relationships. Their getaway seemingly goes to plan, until a similar aged but utterly rakish pair of men (~35 and 25), completely disregard both women's obvious shiny rocks-and-metal and polite attempts at brush offs, and come on to them strong and insistent. Eventually relenting, the women agree to a double date with their new acquaintances, a pair of libertine half-brothers on the prowl.
At the date, dinner turn to drinks as the mens' eyes roam, drinks turn to dancing as their hands roam instead, till the women, their resolve weakened from the ongoing onslaught, find themselves at their dates' private cabin, checking both their conscience and prior vows at two separate bedroom doors. Until a long night later, pleased but guilty, the women make their way back to their own lodgings with the morning sun, vowing to themselves and each other that will never happen again.
The women truly mean that vow, but of course it happens again, and it all goes faster, harder, the second, and the third time... At first unbeknown to the other woman, each man is giving his woman something she had not experienced before: somebody that smoothly but rudely just takes whatever he wants however he wants, like he owns it all and nobody else--not even she--has a share. For each women it is frankly objectifying, humiliating even, to be made into to some handsome but random dick's free-use fuck-doll cum-dumpster, but that detail is her own guilty secret. Till one brother makes the daughter watch her mother's debasing corruption at the hands of the other brother, and in turn the second brother makes the mother watch her daughter's at the hands of the first. And though it is utterly horrifying for each woman to watch the other so used, it only fuels her own sense of total powerlessness and arousal to do so.
When a few days later the guilty enjoyment of their sordid getaway trysts is the main reason mother and daughter get up each morning, they find out their irresistible but cruel lovers are forever gone without a warning or trace. Each women left with nothing but a now unsatisfiable craving in the cunt, and an exponentially growing warmth in the womb, to remember her lover by.
At the date, dinner turn to drinks as the mens' eyes roam, drinks turn to dancing as their hands roam instead, till the women, their resolve weakened from the ongoing onslaught, find themselves at their dates' private cabin, checking both their conscience and prior vows at two separate bedroom doors. Until a long night later, pleased but guilty, the women make their way back to their own lodgings with the morning sun, vowing to themselves and each other that will never happen again.
The women truly mean that vow, but of course it happens again, and it all goes faster, harder, the second, and the third time... At first unbeknown to the other woman, each man is giving his woman something she had not experienced before: somebody that smoothly but rudely just takes whatever he wants however he wants, like he owns it all and nobody else--not even she--has a share. For each women it is frankly objectifying, humiliating even, to be made into to some handsome but random dick's free-use fuck-doll cum-dumpster, but that detail is her own guilty secret. Till one brother makes the daughter watch her mother's debasing corruption at the hands of the other brother, and in turn the second brother makes the mother watch her daughter's at the hands of the first. And though it is utterly horrifying for each woman to watch the other so used, it only fuels her own sense of total powerlessness and arousal to do so.
When a few days later the guilty enjoyment of their sordid getaway trysts is the main reason mother and daughter get up each morning, they find out their irresistible but cruel lovers are forever gone without a warning or trace. Each women left with nothing but a now unsatisfiable craving in the cunt, and an exponentially growing warmth in the womb, to remember her lover by.
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