Blackmailed Mom

by Beaverhunt

©Copyright 2020 by Beaverhunt

Chapter 1

<<< Hanson>>>

Mom should be back from her meeting at her church any minute now and I’ve got everything ready including my best friend Walt. He’s waiting in my room with the camcorder and know he won’t come out at the wrong time. Everything that’s about to happen is thanks to him and the X he gave me. I’m glad he remembered to park down another road and walk up the hill, since it would’ve given away too much.

Mom’s not the type to do anything wrong and goes out of her way to remind me of just how perfect she is. I’ve searched her history and her closets and haven’t found anything of use. If I can’t find something to blackmail her, them I’ll just have to get creative. That’s why I’ve got the little, white pill in hand and Walt ready to record everything.

She’s going to have a small glass of red wine when she gets home, but won’t get so much as a buzz. I wish she were more of a drinker, but mom won’t ever risk drinking to excess. I’m willing to bet she never did anything more with dad than lay on her back and spread her legs just enough to do her duty as a wife. If that’s all I got, I would’ve left her ass just like he did.

I glance over to the coffee table to make sure I put the bottle of aspirin next to the glass of wine, since I don’t want her to think anything’s off when I give her the X. I’m a little nervous as I wait, but I’ll get over it. I’ve wanted this for too long to stop now, which is another reason Walt’s here. He won’t let me back out, since he helped me plan everything.

There’s another reason Walt’s so intent on making this happen. I made a promise to him and his twin sister, Jasmine, about future foursomes and they’re both going to hold me to it. They’re the ones who turned me onto incest and I’ve been wanting mom ever since I had my first threesome with them.

The car door closes outside and it won’t be anyone else, since no one else comes down our road. Mom doesn’t like anyone from church coming to her house, since I embarrass her with my heathen ways. Just because I don’t like going to church doesn’t make me a heathen. Too many of those self-righteous fucks for my taste. I’ve lived with one for all 21 years of my life and that’s more than enough for me.

I open the baggy and take out the pill, since not even mom can take a meeting of the most holier than thou group for long. She’ll have a headache, since she always has a headache and me giving her some aspirin with her wine is nothing new. My heart’s pounding a little, but my fingers are steady. Mom can’t suspect a thing when she walks through the door.

I slip the baggy into my pants pocket and take the glass of wine from the table. She opens the door and has the same look on her face that tells me she won’t even look at the pill I’m about to give her. Her black purse hangs over the shoulder of her black dress; all her dresses are black and long, which is meant to conceal everything. It isn’t just her dresses that are black, but her panties and bras, none of which can come close to being described as sexy.

Her face looks a little haggard, since she has never worn makeup to cover anything. Mom’s opposed to things like that and don’t even get her started on the evils of perfume. The only scents coming off mom are her deodorant and flower scented shampoo. I swear mom would go out of her way to find scentless shampoo if she could find any.

Her long hairs pulled back tight and I can see the gray pressing through to the brown. For a woman who’s hellbent on calling out vanity in others, she doesn’t exactly live by the sword. She’s been dying her hair for years, which means she’s just as vain as those she calls out.

She sets her purse down and takes what I have to offer. Her tongue sticks out a little and places the X on it. Now comes the red wine to wash it down. There’s no going back now and all I need to do is wait.

My dick twitches in anticipation, but she never notices such things. I swear I could have opened the door in the buff and the only thing she’d notice is my lack of shirt. That’s why I’m wearing the pajama tops over my jeans. I needed something to wear that’s not going to be difficult to take off. A few buttons and it’ll be on the floor with the rest of our clothes.

Mom scowls as I take the empty glass and speaks in that tone that makes me want to shove my dick in her mouth. “I swear, Hanson, sometimes I think I’m the only one not going to hell.”

I smile a little as I watch her eyes, but no sign yet. This stuff is supposed to be quick, but I’m not experienced in this nature. I’ve never drugged anyone and have nothing to compare it to. Walt said I’d know when it’s working, but didn’t go into details and I didn’t ask.

My head bobs a little and don’t know how my voice isn’t betraying me. “Could be, mom.”

Beads of sweat are starting to break through her pale forehead. “It’s not too late. You don’t have to burn in the fiery pits of hell. Give up your heathen ways, Hanson.”

Chapter 2

Her eyes get a little glassy, but want to give it a little more time. “You look a little warm, mom. Are you feeling OK?”

She smiles a little and speaks with a clear voice. “I feel good. You’re a good son. I know I get on your case about your soul a lot, but I worry about you.”

I nod and match her smile. “I know you do, mom. Do you want me to put some music on?”

She smiles a little wider. “What kind?”

It must be working, since mom doesn’t believe any music is good for the soul, not even the church quire. “The kind we can dance to.”

A few more drops of sweat appear on her face and glisten in the light. “You really want to dance with me?”

I grin a little at her words. “I do.”

A nod is all I need and walk over to start the music. Barry White starts and it’s supposed to be the song guaranteed to get all women wet. Mom’s convinced he’s going to hell and would never allow herself to listen to anything close to this kind of seductive voice. She hasn’t yelled at me to turn it off, which is a good thing for me.

I turn towards the door and see her swaying a little and her eyes glance over my shoulder. “Have you been here the whole time, Walt?” Her eyes struggle to focus and I know he’s in the process of pulling up the camcorder. “What is that?”

His deep voice responds as my eyes remain on her swaying body. “I’ve been here the whole time and this is a camcorder. Hanson wanted me to record the two of you dancing.”

She starts moving towards me as her smile turns to a grin. “Best not keep Walt waiting. He’s a good friend to record this for us.”

I take her by the hand and feel the heat of her flesh crawl across my arms. “You’re right, mom. We shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

I pull her close to me and her hands reach around my waste. Our hips start to move slowly together and spin to show both our faces to the camera. Mom needs to know there’s no way out once the blackmail begins. Her breath reaches my lips and I can smell the wine caress my nostrils.

My hands press against her back as hers move a little closer to my ass, which causes my already hard dick to twitch between our clothed flesh. Her eyes show recognition and her lips become a wide grin. Mom’s body this close to mine is something I thought would never happen, but here it is and I owe Walt everything.

Her voice has a touch of excitement I’ve never heard, which tells me the X is working as promised. “Is that what I think it is?”

I nod as I look deep into her glassy eyes and continue to dance. “If you mean my hard dick, then that’s exactly what it is.”

A little shock hits her face, but the excitement remains. “We’re just dancing. You shouldn’t get one of those from dancing with me.”

I hold her eyes and know I can’t screw this next part up. “I can’t help it, mom. You have such a sexy face.”

She laughs as our faces continue to turn for the camera and hips move in a seductive manner. “No, I don’t. Thank you, Hanson, but you don’t need to lie. I’ve got an old woman’s face.”

I shake my head a little as my hands reach across for the zipper, but don’t hold back from going any further. “I think you look hot and bet your bodies just as sexy.”

Mom laughs a little harder and there’s certainty in her voice. “I’ve got an old woman’s face and an old woman’s body. There’s nothing sexy about me.”

I’m so close to having her right where I want her, but need to follow the plan. Mom may not have any inhibitions, but she’s free to stop this at any time. It’s not me I’m worried about, but her knowing Walt’s recording everything. Take it step by step and she’ll be mine.

There’s just a slight smile on my face, since I can’t fully contain myself. “There’s only one way to know for sure, mom.”

She shakes her head vigorously and bits of sweat hit my face, but I don’t react at all. “You don’t want to see my naked.” Her eyes glance to Walt and her voice gets a little defensive. “Neither of you. You’ll both run away screaming.”

Walt’s deep voice called out over my shoulder. “Hanson’s right. I think you have a sexy face. I didn’t notice until the two of you were dancing. Anyone woman with a sexy face is going to have a sexy body.”

Her head turned back to look into my eyes and speaks a little more defensively. “You don’t really want to see me naked, do you?”

I do my best to speak with reassurance, but know the tone’s not quite right. “I do, mom.”

She shakes her head a little and glances over to Walt. “On camera.” Her eyes move back to mine and there’s a little disappointment on her face. “I’m sorry, Hanson. I can’t do it. Not on camera.”

I just realized we’ve stopped turning and her face remains on camera as he speaks with a comforting voice. “I’m sure you’ve heard photographers and cameramen put distance between themselves and the subject.”

Her body starts to relax and she nods as she looks over my shoulder. “I have heard that.”

His voice remains the same as he continues almost as if this wasn’t prepared. “Then you know being behind the camera makes me an objective third party. I don’t see you as Hanson’s mom, but just another woman. He may not be able to tell you the truth, but I will.”

My fingers press against her zipper as she nods and feel her flesh beneath the fabric. “I’ll do it.” Her head moves back to mine and there’s confidence in her voice. “But just to prove there’s nothing sexy about my body.”

Her zipper gives way a little more and she won’t back down now. “How about a bet, mom?”

Chapter 3

She rolls her eyes and smiles a little. “What kind of bet?”

I feel her bra beneath my fingers as my face takes on the practiced look of certainty. “If just one of us doesn’t find you sexy, we’ll both go to church with you.”

She smiles warmly at my words. “Do you mean it.”

We reply together, “Yes.”

Her smile fades a little and there’s just a touch of excitement to be heard. “And if you both think I’m sexy, which isn’t going to happen, then what?”

I can’t fight the grin as my fingers start to release her bra. “If we both think your sexy, then you have to do something for me and Walt gets to record it.”

Her zipper’s all the way down and I start rubbing her warm flesh, which sends more heat through my body. “Something for you. Like what?”

I pull away and her arms fall away from the base of my back. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going to win, right?”

She nods with certainty and I turn off the music. “You’re right. I’m going to win, so it doesn’t matter.”

I don’t think mom needs the reminder, but I’m not taking any chances. “You have to get completely naked, mom.”

I’m standing between her and the ebony face of Walt as she continues to look at me. Most of his face is covered by the camera, but his shaved head can’t be missed. I don’t need to see all of his face to know just how excited he is to reach this point.

Mom rolls her eyes with a little flair and there’s no hint of defensiveness in her voice. “I know what naked means, Hanson.”

She starts to press the black away from her pale flesh and I can see where the straps from the bra were digging in. Mom wasn’t interested in taking things slowly, which is something I never asked for. I don’t mind just how quickly the lines on her tits appear, any more than I mind seeing her brown nipples standing out against the white.

I already had a good idea how big they were when I went hunting for sexy clothes. Mom’s somewhere between a b and c in cup size, since she wears both. Regardless of size, they look incredible dangling the way they are. Were her nipples hard when we were dancing? If they were, I couldn’t feel them.

Mom stopped lowering her dress right beneath her tits and looking at me. She’s waiting for me to tell her I’ve seen enough, but my dick’s eager to come out to play. Just a little longer and I’ll be free of these pants that didn’t start out this tight.

She sighs as her dress continues down and start to see some brown hairs sticking out over the black. I don’t need to look up to know the camera’s pointed right at her ass. Mom takes a deep breath as her fingers press down to reveal the full bush hiding her pussy from me. A full bush isn’t my thing, but not enough to get me to say anything other than what’s already going to be said.

Her tits sway a little as I watch her nipples like two pendulums. She’s almost completely naked and all she has to do is kick out of her shoes and let everything fall to the floor. I’m glad mom doesn’t wear any shoes that have straps, since there won’t be any delay.

She stands and her tits bounce freely and her voice fills with the belief she’s already won. “There’s nothing sexy about this.”

As much as I want to tell her she’s wrong so I can free my dick, I have to continue to follow what we started. “Neither of us can tell from just one angle. Turn around for us.”

Mom let’s out a soft groan. “Fine.”

My eyes moved to her bush and watched her round cheek start to come into view. There were lines similar to what was on her tits and sagged a little. Her crack’s in view and she’s stopped so we can both take in her entire body. Mom’s legs are too close together for me to see anything, but all good things to those who wait.

She goes to cross her arms to cover herself, but decides to drop them to her side. Marcus walks around and careful to keep from tripping over himself. My eyes take in her tits and falls to her bush with wonder of what she’d look like without it.

Mom’s voice is curt. “There. You’ve both seen everything. I’ve got an old and ugly body. Just admit the truth so I can get dressed.”

My eyes move up to hers and don’t bother concealing the desire in my voice. “I think you have a sexy body, mom.”

She lets out a groan and shakes her head. “You must be blind.” Her head moves to the camera. “Tell my son he’s crazy.”

His tone’s serious and playing the role of distant observer perfectly. “If he is, then I’m just as crazy. I agree with Hanson. You have a sexy body.”

Mom’s eyes widen at his words and speak before she can say anything else. “There you have it, mom. We both think your body’s sexy.”

She a hard laugh before speaking in a disbelieving voice. “Your boh a couple of liars and don’t want to hurt my feelings.”

I’m not letting her get out of this. “If we’re lying, then neither of us should be hard. See for yourself.”

Her eyes glance down and moves from one bulge to the other. I wish I could’ve included Walt in the bet, but we both knew he wasn’t getting so much as a handjob from mom. Jasmine will take care of him when he gets home and will just have to suffer until then.

She lets out a long groan. “I guess your not lying. What do you want me to do?”

My hands move to unbutton my shirt and let it hit the floor behind me as I say, “Get on your knees, mom.”

Chapter 4

Her eyes glance down at my bulge and the excitement’s returned to her voice. “What do you want me to do once I’m down there?”

My fingers start to work on freeing my cock. “What do you think?”

Her brown eyes widened as what I wanted dawned on her. “That’s what you want? Are you sure, Hanson?”

The constricting nature is gone as air hits my dick and know it’s never been this hard. “I want you to get on your knees and pull my pants down the rest of the way. Then I want you to suck my dick while Walt records it.”

There’s nothing defensive in her tone. “I’ve never done that. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

I look her in the eyes and nod slowly. “Yes, mom, that’s what I want. I don’t care that you’ve never sucked a dick before.”

She shakes her head a little. “But I’m your mother. There has to be something else.”

There’s no doubt in my words or on my body. “I know you’re my mother and I’m your son. Get down on your knees and suck my dick. Unless you want me to fuck your ass?”

Her eyes open wide as she shakes her head and lowers herself before me. Mom’s eyes are focused on my hard dick dripping a little in anticipation, but I want her looking up at me. My hands press across her scalp against her hair and wish she would let it loose. It’d be easier to grab, but she gets the picture and is soon looking right at me.

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