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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Obviously, this is a work of fiction and all activities within should stay in the realm of fiction.
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 19
It was a great routine for me.
Dad would go to work, and mom would immediately go to her room, put on a set of her lingerie, and then come to my room to suck on my cock. It wasn’t about cumming, per se—it was more about starting the day off right. Most of the time I didn’t bother to finish, instead preferring to pull her face off of my dick and then to go about my own tasks for the day. I figured I could just use her pussy later when it struck me.
This morning, I watched as mom’s head bobbed up and down on my cock, her mouth slurping over it, her eyes glaring toward me hatefully. She was wearing a set of red, with shiny plastic belts and buckles that encircled her body and crossed over her chest and did nothing to cover her cunt or her breasts. She was dressed like a sex toy.
“I thought yesterday was fun,” I said, nonchalant. “Imelda seemed to have a great time too.”
Mom looked back down, sullenly working my cock, her hands clenching on the sheets in anger.
“Do you think she’d like to come back?” I asked. “If we don’t invite her, she’s going to ask about it, you know. I hope you like knowing that Imelda now has even more reasons to come over to our house.” I kept taunting her and enjoying the sensation of her tongue. Mom kept silent, her eyes burning.
Eventually, I put my hands through her hair and pulled her up and off of me. “I’m sorry, mom. I feel bad. I know you really liked her and it must have been hard to see me fill her up. But she was really tight, and she did want it, you need to understand. I guess I feel bad enough that I made your lovely friend my own little toy that I just want to make it up to you.”
“Fuck you,” mom said, so angry that she didn’t even care about the consequences. She got up and left the room.
“I don’t suppose you’ve got other friends in your little ‘yoga’ group that want to come over too?” I asked. “Or was Imelda the only one you wanted?” I of course knew the answer to the question. Mom was definitely fooling around with other girls in the group. But that wasn’t what I was aiming for.
“Alright. I’ll make you a deal, I’ll take another one of your friends, but this time,” I said, watching her turn red, “I’ll let you pick the next person. Unless of course, you’d like me to share with Mr. Hernandez just how cock hungry his wife was.”
Mom turned around, her fists shaking, biting her own lip in rage and frustration. “You don’t have to do that,” she said, bitterly.
“Then pick somebody,” I said. “In fact, you can pick anyone you want. It doesn’t have to be from your yoga group. It can be somebody, anyone you hate. The only requirement I have is that I have to approve. It’s my cock I’m thinking about.”
I continued, “I think for the sake of catharsis, you should probably pick somebody you can’t stand. I’ll figure out what I want to do with them, but rest assured, it’s going to be humiliating. That’s another reason I’d like you to pick, and not me. Because, really, mom, even though you’re a cheater and a slut and a whore, I care about you too.”
Mom bared her teeth at me at first, but I could see that I got her to start thinking. “How humiliating?” She finally asked.
“Considering that all I’ve done is fuck your girlfriend to orgasm and filled up her cunt like she wanted, I feel like doing something a little nastier,” I said. “And this time, I’d like you to work on this with me. What do you say?”
There was a silence in the room as mom took her time to think. Her eyes flashed in calculation.
“Lindsey,” she said, finally. “Lindsey Calloway. Do you remember her?”
I did. Lindsey definitely wasn’t mom’s friend. She was a blonde milf with a major attitude problem and a dopey rich husband that, rumor has it, she forced into a cuckold relationship once or twice. That was just a rumor though. But so was her rampant cheating. Every season it was like she was getting into some new form of obsession that meant that her husband was left all alone at night. All the women talked about it. All the women hated her. Some were jealous.
Lindsey was hot, though. No doubt about that. Fat tits, huge ass, crude and bossy attitude, the kind of woman you’d see exiting a gym after lingering a little too long with her gym instructor. Mean eyes, lips either in a contemptuous grin or a pissed off frown. Her blonde hair was cut in a short, short bob, the quintessential Karen haircut that signaled to everyone that she was going to be a pain in the ass, wherever she went.
What’s funny is that most of what made her so sexy was her antagonistic attitude. While she was curvy in all the right spots and liked to wear the most low-cut shirts and the shortest shorts, sporting a new premium version of the Stanley every week, it was the fact that she was such a blatant Karen that personally got my dick hard about her.
I started to get excited. Mom’s suggestion really was fantastic.
Once, I ran into Lindsey at a coffee shop while I was on a date. Lindsey didn’t only scream at the poor barista about her coffee being too cold, she also threw the coffee, which wasn’t cold, onto the barista girl, making her cry with fear and pain. When the cops arrived to deal with the situation, Lindsey turned on the charm and pretended that she had just slipped, using a ‘wet floor’ sign as an excuse. Since the burns weren’t more than a light scalding, and since she got very, very familiar with the officer outside, she got off with a warning.
She was also notorious every year during parent teacher conferences, at least when I was in school. Her son Jared was in my graduating class, and he had issues too, mostly to do with being so fucking spoiled by a bitch of a mom that had no issue with using her loud voice to override any teacher or parent that didn’t appreciate her kid’s tendency to bully. Jared was a fucking shitbag. I hadn’t been too much on the receiving end of it, other than a few times where he insulted me and told me he wanted to fuck my mom. Though, lots of students got that. I didn’t take it personally. What made this interesting was that I had seen him push around kids younger and weaker than him. He liked to throw sucker punches. He was loud, obnoxious, and a massive waste of time and taxpayer money.
So of course I wanted to fuck his mom. Or at least, to humiliate the shit out of him.
I thought about it for a while and considered the idea that with mom’s help, I could probably find a way into Lindsey’s pants, or at least, that I could find a way to fuck over somebody in school that nobody liked.
I curled my finger toward mom, signaling her to come back to me. “Suck on me while I think.” She obediently came close, sank to her knees, and took my cock into my mouth again while I lay on the bed and put a plan together. I hooked a hand into one of the plastic straps on her chest and pulled her a little closer. Mom’s throat opened up and accepted my cock, her breathing stopping and her eyes closing as she struggled to take the length down. I let go and put my hands on her head, fucking her mouth while I brainstormed.
“Lindsey’s a cheater, isn’t she?” I asked. “Oh. Sorry, your mouth’s full.” I continued to shove my cock into her mouth and to press against her throat with every other thrust. “I’ll tell you what; one suck for yes, two for no. Got it?”
My cock throbbed as mom gave a single, wet suck.
“And she’s a cheater, isn’t she, just like you?”
I could feel a double pulse of ecstasy as mom sucked, twice in a row. I pulled her mouth off of me and watched as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes watering and red, drool spilling down the sides of her mouth and the front of her lips.
“Not like me,” she said, panting. “You know it’s rampant. It’s not like mine—she doesn’t do it for love. She does it for the thrill. But listen, there’s a weakness here.” Her words rushed, almost excitedly. “Her husband found out about some of the recent ones, got proof, and gave her an ultimatum a few months ago. If he catches her again, he’s going to divorce and she’ll get nothing since there’s been a track record. She’s also scared that her family will turn on her.”
“And how do you know this?” I asked.
“Cindy’s friends with her,” mom said, wiping her mouth. “Lindsey was crying about it to her. She gave me a little more, too—I know how to get proof of her recent stuff.”
“Oh?”
“She still has her Ashley Madison account, you know, from that website for cheating spouses who want to stay anonymous. You can get her that way.”
I laughed a little bit to myself. This was the first time mom was actually cooperating, really getting into what I was ordering her to do. Now that she had somebody that I could target that she hated, she had every reason to work with me.
“Alright,” I said, sitting up. “Let’s come up with a plan.”
CHAPTER 20