Parent Trap: 4
Fake Flower Stories
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This is part 4 of a continuing series involving themes of blackmail, free use, dub-con, and non-con. If it’s too dark for you, then I highly recommend looking into my other works for ‘happier’ endings. I put a lot of work into making many of my other works sweeter, and with more likeable characters – but for anyone looking for the kind of tight, insane, power rush of free use and blackmail… This one’s for you.
As always,
Enjoy.
Fake Flower
Without exception, all characters in all of my stories are over the age of 18.
CHAPTER 15
“You look amazing,” I said smugly from my parents’ bed.
Mom narrowed her eyes at me from her reflection and held the dress in her hands tighter to her milky chest as if she could cover herself. But that didn’t matter. Her back was to me, and since I ordered her to take off all her clothes, she was now in the nude, allowing me to see all of her in between each outfit.
Mom picked up another dress, a thin red one, bending over slightly. Her smooth, nearly flat tummy created a single fold as she bent down, her breasts hanging lower. She stood up straight, looking woefully at her reflection, as if it empathized, and slipped the next dress up and over her. The thin fabric cascaded down like water over her delicious looking ass, and stopped just below the curve of her cheek. The dress fit her tightly. Her ass was barely covered, the material clung to her butt and emphasized just how voluptuously curvy she was. My cock throbbed as I watched her pose. It accentuated everything good about her. Her hips, her waist, her breasts, they all were emphasized, the tightness creating the perfect silhouette of an hourglass figure.
Mom knew it too. I watched her carefully as her confidence went up. She gave a subtle kiss to the mirror, lowered her eyelids as if she were seducing someone. Clearly, she got off on looking so fuckable.
I pretended to consider the dress and then shook my head. “Take it off,” I said. “It makes you look like a dumb whore. Like you suck cock for a living.”
Mom’s face screwed with embarrassment. She turned back and lifted the hem of the dress up, pulling it off, unveiling her ass, her breasts, her cheeks that were flush with shame. With the dress off, she was completely nude again. Her breasts didn’t hang low – they hung out, and her pink nipples were almost red. She turned, trying to keep from facing me. Her ass was visible, curved in a soft, round heart shape. Smooth. As she stopped turning, the momentum of her pillowy ass followed and it gave a subtle jiggle. It looked delicious.
“I don’t know what she’ll be wearing,” Mom said, her voice low. “How am I supposed to know what to wear?”
“You want to match her?” I laughed. “For me? I’m flattered.”
Her eyes were narrow with hurt. “I don’t want you to fuck her. Please.”
I shrugged and lay back. “Blow me, and I’ll think about it.”
Mom hesitated, turning to face me again. She looked at me expectantly, nervously, as if she were expecting me to follow it up with some kind of explanation, some sort of additional justification as to why she should suck me off.
“Hurry up,” I said, undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “Before I decide to have you pull in another friend.”
That got her attention, immediately. Which was curious.
Mom rushed to obey, naked, falling to her knees in front of the bed, wordlessly opening her mouth and leaning over my hips and taking the head of my cock into her mouth. The inside of her mouth was wet, slick with hot saliva. Her tongue went out, licking over my head and flowing spit over me, until her mouth opened further, and then her mouth went down and over the entire shaft, taking more of my cock into her mouth. Her breasts heaved underneath her as she moved, back and forth over me. She looked up at me and made a sound, a desperate mix of frustration and anxiety, thinking about how in just half an hour, I was about to be balls deep inside of her best friend. While she didn’t stop sucking me off, she did try to maintain eye contact with me, trying to make each suck a plea, trying to beg me with her eyes to take a little pity. Then, she pressed her face down, urgently, as if it would change my mind, taking me farther and farther, her lips wrapping around the base, her throat opening. She took all of my cock into her, allowing it to push past the back of her throat and in, lodging itself past her tongue. Her breathing got difficult as her throat closed down, squeezing my cock, as her gag reflex forced her to back off and her willpower forced her to push down.
She really was desperate.
It felt glorious – this was the kind of thing Dad used to get from her. Or maybe, since Mom was actually trying this time, it was better. Maybe since Mom was so desperate now, she was working even harder to suck and to make me reconsider. I wondered if it were possible that Mom was giving me a better blowjob now than Dad had ever received in his life. I wondered briefly what it must have been like to fuck her younger, when she was a beauty queen, and let myself push up and into her throat again -- the heat of her mouth and the worry in her eyes sent sparks through me. She slurped as she went up, and her mouth made a juicy slick sound as it pushed down. “Suck,” I hissed. She obeyed. Her mouth gently massaged my shaft as she pulled in, the insides of her cheeks sucking in to massage the sides of my cock.
Before I could feel the cum rising in me too quickly, I grabbed my mom by her hair and pulled her mouth off of me. “Thirty minutes,” I said, getting up. “I want you downstairs in fifteen. Bring a blindfold for Imelda. Pick some lingerie for yourself, and don’t wear anything else.”
Mom nodded from where she also got up, wiping her mouth. “Okay.” She sounded nervous. “It’s just that…”
“What?” I stared her down smugly.
“It’s just…” I watched mom swallow as her pathetic attempt to beg fizzled out. “I did my best… I don’t know if she’s going to want to… to do this… you said you’d think about--”
“No.” I said with finality. Mom’s lips went together and her face went a little pale. “Listen to me. Your friend, Imelda, I know you like her.” Mom’s eyes went wide. “You like her a lot, don’t you?”
Mom nodded feebly.
“Any other friends you like?”
She shifted, extremely uncomfortable with that question. “No,” she said, quietly, “Just her.”
She was lying. I realized it was probably a damn good idea to look into this further – I started to grin as I realized that really, any of her friends could be fair game.
Was this really her last attempt to get me to not fuck Imelda? The idea of presenting herself to Imelda only wearing lingerie was also clearly making her uncomfortable, but watching her struggle made my cock throb.
“She’s going to like my cock,” I said, smiling. “Didn’t you hear her talking about how excited she was to taste my semen? Aren’t you excited to lick my cum off her lips, to lick it out of her cunt? What, is it disappointing to learn she’s a cock-hungry slut, just like you?”
Mom stood there, stunned and shaking.
I turned and went downstairs to allow it to sink in. Just a little more time before Mrs. Hernandez showed up. There wasn’t much time to prepare for her arrival, so I hurried through my plans.
First, since I had already fucked like a horny rabbit over the last few days, I needed to make sure these plans weren’t ruined by any issues getting hard. There was a little pill bottle full of little blue pills, hidden in the kitchen where dad kept the rest of his ‘supplements.’ I didn’t feel like thinking about dad’s need for these pills, since it was especially obvious, he didn’t want mom to know he even had them. Likely used whenever he had to ‘pop back into the office’ (or pump into his secretary) for the evening.
I took one and carefully put it in my pocket.
Next, I needed video. I checked my phone. Full charge. Lots of space in the memory. I grinned, thinking about all the things this phone was about to record, all the possibilities for further blackmail.
Mom finally finished up in her bedroom as I made myself comfortable waiting for Imelda to show up. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and turned to see her curved, soft body descending the stairs. She was wearing a dark, dark purple piece of lingerie. It connected itself, barely, a thin weave and even thinner strings up and down her torso, webbing over her breasts. Her nipples were exposed, her breasts merely decorated by the silk strings. Her legs moved, crossing slightly over each other as she stepped, sexily, into my full view. She came into the living room and presented herself and her outfit for my judgement. She turned to the side, revealing just how skimpy the lingerie was. Her back, her ass, everything was exposed except for two single strings connected in the back. It was almost like the lingerie clung to the front of her body, barely covering anything.