Speed Trap Town Chapter 1-4
Author's Note:
Thank you to my editor, lonewolf68alpha, for helping with this story. This would not have been possible without you.
Chapter 1
Emily
Emily May lay in her bed. She had been waiting for this day her whole life. Tomorrow, after all the effort put into graduating high school, maintaining a good GPA, and applying to college, she would be starting her college journey! She couldn't sleep due to her excitement.
Emily had applied to 3 schools: Stanford, USC, and Cal Poly. She had received invitations from all three and had decided to remain close to home in the San Luis Obispo area to be near her family. She hoped to earn a PhD in Feminist Studies one day, which would require transferring at some point. However, Cal Poly with its picturesque rolling hills, mild climate, and convenient street layout was a good place to kick off her college career.
She picked up her phone from the side table and checked her schedule for her first day. Emily had enrolled in a few classes she thought would benefit her in the future.
"8:30AM Pornography and Its Impacts on Society - Professor Linda Ford" she read.
Professor Ford was a well-known figure in the modern feminist movement, with classes centered on the early effects of misogynist behavior on society.
Emily considered herself part of the new generation of feminists. In conservative San Luis Obispo County, this was not an easy label to wear. Throughout high school, she endured being referred to as a "Dyke," "Dumb bitch," a "Leftie," and many other derogatory remarks about her appearance and political beliefs. Still, Emily didn't care. She didn't think her purpose in life was to satisfy others.
In her family, the contrast between her parents was striking. Her mom, Lola de la Cruz (previously known as May), had met her dad at a party and married him within a short time. They had two children: Emily and her older brother, Bryan.
Emily believed her mom was a relic of a bygone era. She always strived to be pretty, never wanted to upset anyone, and always put men first. This irked Emily.
Her dad, Jim, was laid-back, raised in one of the world's most beautiful locations, and viewed women as equals - not as objects. It seemed that none of the traditional conservative Catholic thinking from the 1980s had affected him.
Her older brother, Bryan, was born 9 months before Emily and constantly reminded her of this fact. Bryan was a typical resident of San Luis Obispo, engaging in video games and vaping all day, with no job other than helping his mom occasionally. He planned to make it big on Twitch.
Her mother, Lola, was of Mexican descent from Mexico City and had attended Cal Poly to study engineering. According to the stories her mother told Emily, it was possible Lola had studied boys rather than engineering. Emily's parents met at a party, started a relationship, and before you knew it, they were married and had two children.
Emily's mom reminded her of a bygone era, constantly preoccupied with appearance and fearful of causing offense.
Emily stood at 5'3", slender, with skin tanned from spending time outdoors and brown hair straight, with piercing brown eyes. She liked her legs and butt the most, but also thought her breasts, small C-cups at best, were appealing. She had no problem with those who prioritized being healthy but took issue with those who believed a woman's appearance was the only thing that mattered.
Emily, who had a nose ring for her graduation, and a large lotus tattoo on her right thigh, recognized that if people didn't find her attractive, she was at least captivating.
Emily enjoyed men, though she seemed to attract older guys. Unfortunately, they never appeared to feel the same way. "Nothing a vibrator can't handle." She mused.
Looking at her phone, Emily realized it was now 2:00 AM.
"Ugh...okay." She muttered, placing her phone back down. She closed her eyes, and just a few minutes later she drifted off to sleep.
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Chapter 2
Lola
Lola Delacruz, or May as most people knew her, examined her reflection in the mirror. She was 39, she thought to herself. For the most part, time had treated her well. Lola embodied what many people imagined when they thought of Latin women: long black hair, an hourglass figure, thick strong legs, bronze skin, and brown eyes, always stylish. Lola loved her face, with her full cheeks and plump, collagen-enhanced lips.
Lola had undergone breast augmentation a year ago, and she couldn't have been happier with the outcome. Everywhere she went, men stared at her. While she didn't find interest in most of them - since she believed most couldn't keep up with her - she did enjoy being the center of attention.
Today, Lola wore a long dress down to her ankles that was a deep, saturated green adorned with golden sequins.
She took one last look at herself before opening the bedroom door. Lola led a fairly uneventful life. She wasn't particularly busy, and most days were uneventful. Divorcing her ex-husband, Jim, had been quite lucrative. He didn't contest her on any issues.
"That's right, he didn't." Lola reflected.
Lola claimed to have caught Jim cheating with his young secretary. But there was more to the story. She could've cared about losing Jim and his infidelity, but she didn't fight with him over money or custody of their son.
Lola didn't have many hobbies. She worked out, sometimes took classes at the local community college. She had friends involved in the swinging lifestyle, and though she was often an outsider in their circles because she was single, Lola mostly spent her time supporting her son.
Lola's favorite child was Bryan. He was a tall, handsome young man, and despite being unemployed at the moment, Lola knew Bryan would succeed. Her son's company often had friends over, and Lola would either cook their dinner or hang out by the pool with them. One friend in particular, Derek, would flirt with Lola. They'd been texting regularly since Derek turned 18. When Bryan wasn't around, Derek would visit her. Although they didn't do much more than sext and send occasional dirty pictures, Lola got a kick out of it.
"No woman would want to be that unattractive to a man." She pondered.
Lola and her daughter, Emily, had a strained relationship. Emily didn't share her mother's values, which Lola blamed on her father. He often let Emily do as she pleased growing up. Emily lacked concern for her appearance. Empty zits littered her face, and her hair was often tangled. Lola couldn't understand why someone she shared genes with would choose to look unappealing to men.
Lola stopped in front of her son's door. She recognized the labored breathing from within. She hesitated, then carefully turned the knob and entered his room.
Lola saw Bryan in bed, one hand down his pants moving back and forth while the other held his phone. Lola smiled and quietly closed the door. It wasn't the first time she had caught her son in the act. She believed every young man needed some stimulation, but she also thought it was fair. After all, Jim had moved on and was now dating a teacher's assistant she had heard about. Why shouldn't she enjoy a little bit of fun?
Lola's thoughts turned to her close circle of friends. While she recognized it was more socially acceptable to be like these wealthy wives of investors rather than pursuing her son's friends, Lola didn't care.
"After all, who else is going to be sleeping with Derek? Emily?" She snorted, amused by the concept.
Her friends had placed Lola in a peculiar situation - she didn’t have a partner, and that's when she decided to set her sights on her son's friend.
Psychologically analyzing her phone showed it would be an 80-degree day - perfect weather for taking a dip in the pool. Lola prepared some toast a few minutes later. Soon after, Bryan came down the stairs.
"Hey, mom." Bryan greeted.
"Hey, sweetie. How did you sleep?" Lola inquired.
"Sleeping well, Mom. What's your agenda for the day?" Bryan inquired further.
"I was thinking of enjoying some time in the pool. Do you think your friends would like to come over?" Lola suggested.
"Not sure, Mom. I've got a Call of Duty tournament coming up." Soliloquized Bryan.
"Come on, son. Just switch your game to the living room, and I can make you your favorite Al Pastor tacos. Besides, how many moms would approve their son's friends, you know?" Lola coaxed in a wheedling tone.
"Fine, Bryan conceded. "But you’ve got to keep them entertained, right?"
"Deal!" Lola agreed.
Once Bryan retreated upstairs, Lola allowed herself a soft smile. It was simple to get what she wanted from young men, according to Lola: feed them or entice them with sexuality.
"Now... what should I wear?" Lola asked out loud.
Reacting to her own question, she contemplated her options. She didn't want to be too explicit so that Bryan wouldn't uncover her motives. But she also didn't want to be seen in something frumpy to ensure Derek would be aroused.
Lola mulled over her decision. She'd choose the same dress but would alter her undergarments and ensure her makeup was flawless.
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Chapter 3
Bryan
Bryan considered himself no fool. What people deemed him to be, he wasn't entirely ignorant of, but he knew how to manipulate people better than his sister. Bryan observed how his mother and Derek were considering a relationship, having perhaps stumbled upon this information by snooping through his mother's phone.
Determined to use this knowledge for his personal gain, Bryan had coerced Derek into sending him images Bryan could use for his content after threatening to expose their relationship to Derek's loved ones. These tactical maneuvers continued to disclose many intimate details about his mother and Derek, which suited Bryan's plans.
Bryan simply didn't care that his friend had intentions with his mother. He merely wanted his mom out of his hair and her interfering with his two desired interests: video games and creating online material for social media. What if his mother couldn't make a smooth exit? He could use her for his content anyway if she didn't know it.
Media sites akin to social media networks had adopted similar practices to porn sites, enabling users to share pictures, fetishes, and images. Bryan had garnered a sizable following of 60,000 due to his homemade gifs, pilfered from porn movies with captions implying misogynistic viewpoints.
Bryan didn't detest women as such. He appreciated their company and had known physical intimacy. However, he regarded most current-day women as irritable annoyances. His sister, Emily's behavior and their ongoing sibling rivalry compounded his disdain for women in general. His mother, while lacking any talents or skills, appealed to him more. He associated his mom's recognition of her looks and ability to act appropriately towards men with his idealized perception of a woman.
Bryan loathed the constant shaming of his thoughts and actions by women. He wasn't fazed by his sister—and some of his followers—who made him a sexist pig, despite his mother's nature. Lola attracted him due to her demeanor; she was nothing like Emily, in his eyes.
"She's never worked a day in her life." Bryant fumed in his mind.
When Bryan realized his mother's affair with Derek, he blackmailed Derek, demanding he send Bryan compromising photos to utilize on his steamy website. Such unabashed use of information about his mother and Derek provided the means for Bryan to utilize it however he chose.
This morning, Derek let Bryan know that Bryan's mom begged Derek to visit them that day and promised to "treat him well." She even sent him a video of herself playing with her shaved pussy. Derek included the picture and Bryan immediately transformed the video into a GIF, writing "Female Value" beneath it with the hashtag "#Milfcunt" on it.
Bryan was aware that his mom had been watching him that morning while he was masturbating. He thought she might not be too happy to find out he was pleasuring himself to the GIF featuring her pussy.
"Oh well." Bryan thought. At least Derek would keep his mom away from him while he indulged in some quality gaming time.
Grabbing his phone, Bryan texted Derek, "Hurry up, jackass. I'd better get some good content from this." He pressed send.
Derek was similar to Bryan in many ways. He was aware of Bryan's side hustles and just like Bryan, Derek was more outgoing. He seemed to be out on a date constantly, which was alright with Bryan as long as Derek kept bringing photos or videos from his dates. Derek shared Derek's disregard towards women but once expressed his attraction towards Emily, if only she would let him "shove his dick in her mouth." This sentiment didn't bother Bryan, who believed his sister should learn her place.
Derek was part of a small group of guys involved in the local amateur porn scene which derived from a post-high school group of friends. He always attended shoots with Caity, a girl he either met during a shoot or brought to a shoot. The story wasn't clear to Bryan.
Bryan began to disconnect his PC from the monitor and prepared to move it downstairs. He yearned to win the tournament. He thought Derek was foolish. But at least Derek was helpful.
Descending the stairs, Bryan thought, "Well, if I don't win at least, I'll be entertained."
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Chapter 4
Jim
Jim May didn't think he was 40, closer to 28 perhaps. Every day, he would initiate his routine: he'd have sex with his girlfriend Tara, a teacher's assistant to the renowned Professor Linda Ford, and then head downstairs for a cup of coffee. Jim would then journey across the vast house to Emily's room to deliver her a mug of coffee. Finally, he'd visit the gym in his garage and work out.
Tara had a head of neat, black hair, bright green eyes, a sharp face with high cheekbones, and a nose piercing. Slim in all the right areas and plump in the wrong ones, Jim questioned Tara's petiteness during their lovemaking sessions.
Jim smirked. His daughter had never been interested in sex like this. He had partially lost a fortune during their divorce but otherwise, felt lucky, with his house, daughter, and girlfriend. The latter seemed to share his political views. He was grateful for it, even if it irritated their friends that there was only a four-year age difference between them according to Emily.
Jim was proud of Emily. As a teenager, she'd grown to be stunningly beautiful, self-sufficient, and intelligent. He appreciated that Emily would uncover her sexuality when she was ready.
"She could be a lesbian, who knows?" Jim mused as he stepped into his workout clothes and prepared to leave his bedroom.
Jim's house was colossal: almost 4000 square feet, including a swimming pool, hot tub, sauna, four-car garage, and five bedrooms. Embedded in California's high-priced real estate market, his house was a mansion.
Emily resided in the other side of the house. She'd requested this arrangement when she moved in. Jim had restructured two large 150 square foot rooms into a single 300 square foot room, complete with a compact kitchenette and its own access point into the residence.
After the coffee was finished brewing, Jim placed the mug on a saucer and made his way to her room. He knocked.
Surprisingly, the door opened promptly.
"You're awake early, Jim," Emily noted.
"Yes, I am. What courses do you have today?" Jim inquired.
"Presently, it's Professor Ford teaching another monotonous math course. I'll surely learn more about it sometime soon." Emily chuckled.
"Here's your coffee." He said, presenting her with the cup.
He lifted an oversized, two-hinged wooden box from behind his back and handed it to Emily.
"What's this?" Emily questioned.
"Go ahead and check it out." He smiled.
Emily laid down her coffee on a side table nearby before opening the box. The anticipation obvious in her expression.
"I can't believe it! This is the pen you used to sign all your business deals?!" She gasped.
Jim nodded.
"I didn't expect you to do this," Emily blew in delight, wrapping her petite frame around her dad's tall build.
"Hopefully, this will assist you in obtaining the wisdom and success I've experienced." Jim told his daughter, hugging her tighter.
"I need to leave now. I still have to bike to school." Emily stated, stepping back and freeing herself from Jim's embrace.
Emily gave a quick kiss on each cheek then grabbed a bag from her chair and swiftly exited through the door, securing it behind her.
"To be young and carefree again." Jim pondered. Realizing, Emily had left her coffee untouched on the side table.
Jim shook his head, picking up the cup and exiting through the door. He moved towards the kitchen, slotted the cup in the sink, before heading over to the garage doors.
A proud father, Jim takes care of his physical health, working out for two hours every day. He increased the weight on the bench press and after a brief stretch, Jim lay down on the bench.
Jim's attention concentrated on Tara. In her early twenties, she was an ethereal woman, assuming a central position that appealed to many people. Meanwhile, Tara, an assistant teacher to Professor Ford, was less inclined towards Emily's viewpoints.
Jim removed the safety pin on the barbell. His heart throbbed. Tara suddenly crossed over, pressing her naked body against the door frame.
"Why don't you come back to bed and make me sweat?" She murmured groggily, advancing towards Jim.
Jim smiled. Yes, his life was rather satisfying.
Read also:
- "Thirty Days of Incest: Day 4"
- Day 2: 30 Days of Incest
- Father, Child, and Aunt
- Surprise for Father's Birthday
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