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#Blackmail #Incest #Lesbian #Virgin
By Relatively Speaking
Devon pushes his family’s boundaries as he solidifies his control over them.
CHAPTER 6 – Pushing the Boundaries
The rest of the day went past as normal. I reviewed the video of Sarah giving me a blow job in the toilets at lunch time and sent another message. It was set to be delivered just after dinner time.
Dinner passed in a blur of forced smiles and awkward small talk. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Sarah, who sat obliviously across the table. She looked so innocent in her simple white dress, her blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail, exposing her delicate neck. I felt a mix of guilt and arousal, which only made my need for her stronger.
As one our phones pinged. We looked at each other with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Mom was the first to look at her phone and her face went a little pale. This spurred the rest of us to read the message, as normal I only pretended to read the message, preferring to watch their reactions to my commands.
“Do you mind if I call you Jenny? Mrs. Grace seems a little formal after all we’ve been through. After Sarah’s pleasuring of Devon this morning, I think it’s only fair that he returns the favor. He will, of course, need to be shown what to do…”
My instructions for the night followed. As always, I ended with “Don’t forget to smile”.
Sarah’s eyes grew wide with horror as she read the message. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she dropped her fork, which clattered against the plate. The sound seemed to echo through the room, silencing the rest of the dinner conversation. I stared at my plate, covertly watching everyone’s reactions, while Mom’s gaze darted back and forth between us.
“I’m definitely going to need a glass of wine for this.” said Maria.
Her words broke the tension, and everyone chuckled awkwardly.
Mom poured what was beginning to be a nightly ritual. We sipped it for a bit and discussed where we were going to perform. Mom didn’t want those memories in her bedroom, neither did Maria or Sarah. I offered the use of my bedroom.
We all went upstairs and into my room. It was a bit messy, but between the four of us, we had cleaned in a couple of minutes. Then we all stripped off our clothes. We only needed one phone to record this, so we set up mine on my desk to perform the initial greeting before Sarah went took it to concentrate on the action.
Maria lay down on the bed with her ass hanging off the end. I lay down beside in a 69 position so I could watch what Mom was doing. Mom knelt between her legs and start to instruct me in the art of cunnilingus.
“Use your tongue like this,” she murmured, demonstrating with a gentle swirl around Maria’s clit. Sarah watched with wide eyes, her breath hitching as she took in the scene. I saw her thighs quiver against Mom’s cheeks as she worked to please her.
I mimicked the motion tentatively, feeling the heat radiate from Maria’s core. She let out a soft moan, guiding me with her hands on the back of my head. The scent of arousal filled the room, mingling with the lingering aroma of the dinner we’d shared just hours ago. It was a potent cocktail that only heightened my desire.
Sarah hovered close by, the phone in her hand shaking slightly. She held it up, capturing the intimate scene unfolding before her. Her own chest heaved, her nipples hard against the cool air. She was torn between her duty to record and her need to watch the explicit lesson unfold.
Mom’s tongue worked its magic, sliding along the folds of Maria’s sex with a gentle rhythm that grew more urgent. She paused to whisper instructions to me, her breath hot against my ear. “Use your teeth lightly,” she instructed, “but don’t bite.”
I took her advice, pressing my tongue firmly against Maria’s clit before gently grazing it with my teeth. She gasped, her hips bucking. I felt a strange sense of pride at the sound, a newfound power in this taboo act. Mom nodded in approval; her eyes gleaming with excitement.
The room grew louder with the sound of our breaths and the wet smack of skin against skin. Sarah’s own breathing grew ragged as she recorded, her eyes flickering from the phone screen to the real-life scene before her. Her hand strayed to her own chest, her thumb circling one of her hardened nipples. I could feel the tension in the air thicken as we all succumbed to our desires.
Maria’s moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with Mom’s eager tongue. She began to grip the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as she neared climax. I watched, transfixed, as Mom’s cheeks hollowed with each deep lick, her eyes fluttering closed in concentration. The sight was almost too much to bear, and I felt myself growing harder with each passing second.
Finally, unable to resist, I reached down and began to stroke my cock. The sensation was electric, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Maria noticed and was so turned on by what Mom was doing she reached out and brought my cock to her mouth. It was so soft, warm and wet I nearly shot my load immediately.
Sarah, still filming, stepped closer to get a better angle, her own breathing now matching the rhythm of our actions. Her free hand slid down her stomach and into her own pussy. She was soaking wet.
Maria’s moans grew more desperate, and she began to rock her hips against Mom’s face. I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her legs trembling as she approached her climax. The closer she came, the more urgent her oral ministrations on me.
I came first, shooting my sperm deep into her mouth. She kept sucking until I was drained dry. Then she came against Mom’s mouth.
Mom pulled away, her face glistening with sweat and juice, her eyes alight with a newfound hunger. She looked over at me. “Your turn,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Maria moved back up the bed so that when Mom took her place, her head was resting at the junction of Maria’s thighs. I knelt between Mom’s legs and started my practice run.
Her pussy was clean-shaven, a stark contrast to the messy jungle of pubic hair that had been there before. It was pink and wet, and it smelled faintly of her arousal. I took a deep breath and leaned in.
My tongue touched her clit tentatively at first, unsure of the reaction I’d get. But Mom’s gentle push on the back of my head was all the encouragement I needed. I began to lick and suck in earnest, trying to remember everything she’d shown me earlier.
Sarah moved around the bed, getting different angles with the phone, occasionally letting out a soft gasp as she caught a glimpse of something she liked. The light from the screen cast a blue glow over her flushed skin, making her look like some kind of digital nymph.
Mom’s moans grew louder as I continued my exploration, her body responding to my novice touch. I could feel her growing wetter, and my tongue grew more confident as it danced over her swollen flesh. Her legs tightened around my head, and I felt a thrill of power as she began to squirm beneath me.
Sarah’s filming grew erratic as her own pleasure mounted. Her hand moved faster between her legs, and her breath grew shallow. She was getting off on watching her mother and her brother, a thought that both horrified and excited her.
Mom’s thighs tightened around my head as she reached the brink of orgasm. I felt a surge of excitement knowing I was the one to bring her to this point. Her moans grew more urgent, and I redoubled my efforts, eager to see her come apart.
As Mom’s climax hit, her body spasmed, and she let out a low, guttural moan that seemed to resonate through the room. Her juices coated my face, and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice shaking with pleasure. She leaned back, giving me a moment to catch my breath before she turned her gaze to Sarah, who was still filming, her own hand buried in her crotch. “Your turn.”
I knelt back to let my mother and younger sister switch places, Mom taking the phone from Sarah as they passed each other.
Sarah’s legs were trembling slightly as she took position on the bed, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of fear and lust. She lay on her back, spreading her legs wide, exposing her pink, glistening pussy. She was so wet it was practically begging for attention.
Mom looked at me, her eyes dark with desire. “You know what to do,” she murmured, and I nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nausea. I took a deep breath and leaned in, my tongue tentatively reaching out to touch Sarah’s sensitive flesh.
Her taste was sweet and musky, and I found myself surprised by how much I enjoyed it. I licked and sucked, following the cues from Mom’s earlier demonstration. Sarah’s breath hitched, and she began to moan softly. Her hands found their way into my hair, pulling gently, urging me closer.
Mom knelt beside us, filming everything with a hungry look in her eyes. She whispered instructions, telling me to lick harder, faster, and deeper. I obeyed, eager to please. The sound of my tongue against her flesh filled the room, a wet, rhythmic symphony that grew faster as Sarah’s breaths grew shorter.
Her legs began to shake more violently, her moans turning into whimpers. I could see the beginnings of an orgasm building within her, the tightness of her body and the way her toes curled. I felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that I was the one bringing her to this point.
Maria watched us intently from her spot on the bed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of arousal and something darker, something primal. She reached out and began to stroke her own pussy again, her movements matching the rhythm of my tongue on Sarah’s.
“Oh, God,” Sarah whimpered, her hips rising to meet my mouth. I felt her tense, her muscles tightening around my tongue. The taste of her grew stronger, and I found myself getting harder again.
Mom leaned over, her breasts swaying, and whispered something into Sarah’s ear. My sister’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a keening cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, and she gripped my hair tightly.
When the tremors subsided, she looked down at me, her cheeks flushed, and eyes glazed. “Good,” she murmured, her voice barely above a breath. “Very good.”
The Sarah moved off the bed and I climbed up on it. I was rock hard despite, or perhaps because of, the earlier blowjob. Maria moved down and knelt over my thighs.
“Is this your first time?” she asked. I was about to nod yes, but then I remembered that I had fucked Mom in her office as part of the “blackmailer’s” orders to bring me into the debauchery.
“No, Mom was.” I whispered, pretending to look away in embarrassment.
Maria’s eyes widened for a moment before she leaned in and kissed me deeply. I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest as our tongues danced. She broke away, a soft sorrowful look on her face.
“I’m sorry I got you all involved in this.”
“It’s okay, sis,” I said gently. “We’re all in this together now.”
Maria nodded and took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. She straddled me, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips. With a grace that seemed to belie the gravity of the situation, she lowered herself onto my cock.
The sensation of her warm, tight pussy enveloping me was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I bit back a groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. She was so wet from watching that she slid down easily, taking me in until I was buried to the hilt.
Maria’s eyes never left mine as she began to rock her hips back and forth, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced slightly with each movement, the sight of them making me want to reach out and grab them. But I resisted, instead placing my hands on her waist to help guide her.
Her skin was so soft and smooth, and the heat from her body was like a furnace. I felt like I was in some kind of twisted fairy tale where the roles of family and lovers were blurred beyond recognition. Yet, in that moment, all I could focus on was the feeling of her wrapped around me.
Maria began to pick up the pace, her breath coming in short gasps. She leaned down to kiss me again, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate grind that had me feeling like I was going to explode. The taste of her was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.
Sarah and Mom watched us from the edge of the bed, their own desires clear on their faces. Mom handed the phone to Sarah, who took over filming with shaky hands. She was so close to the edge herself, her own hand still working furiously between her legs.
Maria’s movements grew more urgent, her breath quickening as she rode me. Her nails dug into my shoulders, leaving little half-moons of pain that only added to the pleasure. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close.
Sarah’s hand moved faster, her eyes never leaving the screen as she watched us. The room was alive with the sounds of our lovemaking – the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of our union, and our mingled gasps and moans. It was a symphony of debauchery that seemed to fill the air and seep into our very souls.
Maria’s orgasm built like a crescendo, her movements growing more erratic. I could feel her tightening around me, her inner walls pulsing in anticipation. And then, with a cry that was almost a scream, she came. Her body went rigid, her muscles clamping down on my cock like a vice. The sensation was unbearable, and I followed her over the edge, my own release filling her up.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies joined as one, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax. Then, she slowly lifted herself off me, her eyes never leaving mine. She leaned down to kiss me softly before rolling onto her back, her chest heaving with the effort.
Sarah leaned down, as per our earlier instructions, and began to suck Maria’s juices from my cum drenched cock.
Maria’s eyes widened as she watched her daughter’s mouth engulf me, and I felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of how far we’d come. Mom’s hand reached out and began to caress my chest as she watched, her own arousal palpable in the air.
Sarah took her time, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, cleaning it meticulously. She kept sucking it until I was hard again. The she positioned herself on all fours on the bed. She looked back over her shoulder at me.
“This is my first time.” she said softly.
Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the twisted path we’d taken. I took a moment to appreciate the gravity of what she’d just confessed before leaning over her, my cock bobbing with excitement.
Maria watched intently as I positioned myself at Sarah’s entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a heady mix of nerves and arousal. I could feel Mom’s hand on my lower back, urging me forward, her breath hot against my ear.
I pushed into Sarah gently, feeling her tighten around me. She let out a soft whimper, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed back, urging me deeper. I slid in to the hilt, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop me. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Her eyes met mine in the mirror, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. I could see her struggling to keep the tears at bay as she tried to process the reality of what she was doing. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You’re so beautiful, Sarah. Just relax.”
Sarah took a deep breath and nodded, her body slowly adjusting to my size. I began to move, my hips rocking back and forth. She was so tight, so warm, so incredibly inviting. It was all I could do to hold back and not pound into her like a wild animal.
Mom leaned in, whispering more instructions into my ear, telling me how to hit Sarah’s sweet spots.
“Like this,” she murmured, her hand reaching around to gently manipulate Sarah’s clit.
Sarah gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the new sensation. I followed Mom’s lead, my movements growing more confident as I watched Sarah’s face contort with pleasure in the mirror. The sight of her, so innocent and yet so wanton, was intoxicating.
I watched as Maria leaned over and kissed Sarah, their tongues tangling as my cock slid in and out of her tight, wet pussy. The sight was almost too much to handle, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. But I didn’t want this to end, not yet. I wanted to savor every moment, to burn it into my memory.
Sarah began to moan louder, her hips moving in time with mine.
I picked up the pace, feeling her walls tighten around me. She was close, and the thought of her losing her virginity to me, had me fighting to hold back my own climax. I focused on her reactions, watching her in the mirror, feeling her body respond to my every touch.
“Fuck me, Devon,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Make me feel good.”
Her words were like a trigger, and all my self-control shattered. I gripped her hips tightly and began to thrust into her with a fervor that surprised even me. The room was filled with the sounds of our passionate union: the slap of skin on skin, her breathless moans, and the occasional clink of the necklace that hung between her breasts.
Maria watched us intently from the side of the bed, her eyes hooded with desire. She reached out and began to stroke her own clit, her body responding to the sight of us fucking. She looked so erotic, so wanton, that I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at being the one to bring her to this.
I could feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening with each thrust into Sarah’s welcoming pussy. Her moans grew louder, and I knew she was getting there too. I reached around and began to play with her clit, mimicking the motion Mom had shown me earlier.
The sensation was electrifying, and she pushed back into me with renewed vigor. Her breath grew ragged, and she started to shake. I watched as her orgasm washed over her, her body tightening and then releasing in waves of pleasure.
Her moans grew louder, and she began to pant as I continued to fuck her. The sight of her coming was almost too much to bear, and I felt my own orgasm building. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back, not wanting to end this moment.
But as her pussy spasmed around my cock, it was like a dam breaking. I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and with a roar, I exploded deep inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I felt like I was drowning in the intensity of it all.
Sarah collapsed onto the bed, her body limp with exhaustion. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices, and watched as she curled into a fetal position, her chest heaving with deep, shuddering breaths.
Then, it was Maria’s turn to suck Sarah’s residue from my cock.
Maria took my cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her doing this, after all she had already done, was almost too much to handle.
As she sucked me clean, Mom leaned in and whispered, “You’ve done well, Devon. I’m so proud of you.”
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized that despite the depravity of the situation, I felt a strange sense of pride.
Maria finished cleaning me up and then laid down beside me, her body warm and sticky with sweat. She looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I saw something almost vulnerable there.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For making this okay.”
The room fell silent, the only sounds the soft rustling of the sheets and our ragged breathing. I pulled her closer, feeling the weight of her body against mine. It was a strange mix of emotions – love, guilt, and a perverse kind of satisfaction.
Then Maria, Sarah and I smiled at the camera before Mom switched to the back camera and added her smile for posterity. Then she stopped recording and sent the video to our “blackmailer”.
We all took a moment to catch our breath, the weight of what we’d just done hanging heavy in the air. Then we all got dressed.
“So, movie night?” asked Mom. It was weird how quickly we could go from debauchery to normality in the space of a couple of heartbeats.
“Sure,” I replied, trying to act as if nothing had happened. My body was still thrumming with the aftermath of our incestuous encounter, but I knew we had to keep up appearances.
Mom went to pick out a movie, followed by Maria, leaving me and Sarah alone in the room. She turned to me, her cheeks still flushed with arousal. “Are you okay?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I truly was. “Yeah,” I managed to croak out. “How about you?”
Sarah’s eyes searched mine, looking for something reassuring. “I’m… I don’t know. It’s weird, but it felt right in a messed up way.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, swallowing the lump in my throat. “It’s like we’re in some twisted version of reality.”
Sarah nodded, her expression a mix of confusion and acceptance. “But we’re in it together, right?”
“All of us, as a family,” I said firmly, giving her a reassuring smile.
“Yeah,” she whispered, her eyes still glued to the spot where we’d just shared one of the most intimate moments of our lives.
We went downstairs ourselves and joined Mom and Maria in the living room. Mom had chosen a comedy to lighten our mood. We finished and went to bed.
The next morning, we all woke up feeling a mix of emotions. We pretended like everything was normal, going through our morning routines. But the tension was palpable.
At breakfast, we talked about mundane things like school and work, avoiding any mention of the previous night’s events. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the clinking of silverware on plates and the occasional forced laughter.
Mom made pancakes, trying to fill the void with the sweet aroma of syrup and the comforting warmth of the breakfast staple. Sarah and Maria ate quietly, their glances toward each other and me filled with a complex mix of guilt and shared secrets.
As we finished up, I cleared my throat. “So, about last night…”
Mom looked up from her plate, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face before she schooled her features into a calm mask. “What about it?”
“I just…I don’t know if we should keep doing this,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “It’s not right.”
Maria took a deep breath, setting down her fork. “You’re right, Devon,” she said, her voice soft. “But we don’t have a choice, do we?”
Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the “blackmailer’s” control over us. Sarah looked at me, her eyes pleading. “What else can we do?” she whispered.
Mom reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “We have to,” she said firmly. “We can’t risk losing everything. We’re in this together.”
This was perfect, they were all so deep in my web that I could make them do anything to me or each other or let me do anything to them.
The day went by in a blur of forced smiles and awkward glances. At school, I couldn’t focus, my mind replaying the scenes from the night before. The way Mom had tasted, the feel of Sarah’s pussy, and the power I had over them. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. This time I decided to give them the night off to give me a chance to come up with some games for the weekend that was starting tomorrow.
When we got home, the tension was thick as a fog. We all pretended everything was fine, but it was like walking on eggshells. Mom had set up another dinner, and I could see the anticipation in her eyes, the concern about what was to come.
Only her phone pinged, and I could see the relief on my sister’s faces. Then the relief on my mother’s face made them curious.
“We have the night to ourselves, We’ll have some things for the weekend, but the nothing tonight.”
We all breathed a sigh of relief, mine because I needed time to come up with plans for the following day. It took me all night, but I had the beginnings of a game plan.
The following morning, I took a lift into town with Mom. While she was in yoga, I sent her a message and scheduled more to send at certain times to my sisters, Mom, and myself of course.
The first response came while I was waiting for Mom to meet me at the cafe. It was video of her in the changing rooms in the yoga studio. I muted the sound and watched the video. As I watched, I saw a familiar face, Miss Forrester a music teacher at the school. I knew her son fairly well, he was a year below me and we had played some online games together.
I had wondered what she was hiding under her clothes, which for some reason had gotten, if not sluttier, than at least less conservative. But the sheer volume of tight pussy that was there would make even the most celibate man crumble.
Miss Forrester was changing, and she had no idea she was being watched. Her pussy was shaved, and her pussy lips were full and plump. She was definitely taking care of herself down there. My cock started to swell as I watched her.
I could see the picture shake as Mom looked around to make sure she wasn’t being watched before she started fingering herself and switching the camera between pointing at her finger sliding in and out of her pussy and the other women either showering or getting changed. She
would whisper their names and their best physical attributes. She kept doing this until she came as quietly as she could. Then she smiled at the camera.
I had just finished putting my alter ego’s phone away when Mom arrived in the cafe. She was flushed and kept her head down as she moved towards my table. I started to ask her how her yoga class was, but she shook her head to say she didn’t want to talk about it. We sat in silence as we had our lunch.
As we drove home, I couldn’t help but think of all the way.
Then another message popped through for Mom. She pulled into the nearest lay-by to read it.
“Oh God, what now?” she said, her face paling. She handed me her phone, and I read the message.
“It’s the middle of the day, where does expect us to do this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm despite the sudden surge of excitement and fear.
Mom looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of dread and determination. “We’ll make it work,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We have to.”
The message on her phone was simple but explicit: Mom was to give me a blowjob in public.
“But where?” I asked, my heart racing with the thrill of the challenge. “And how will we get out of this without getting caught?”
Mom took a deep breath and handed me the phone. “We’ll figure it out,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “We’ve come this far.”
I nodded, my mind racing with ideas. “How about the park?” I suggested. “There’s a secluded area by the duck pond. We could say we’re going for a walk.”
Mom took a second or two to think it over. “Okay, but we’ll need a cover story, in case someone sees us.”
I nodded, already thinking ahead. ” If anyone approaches, we’ll just tell them it’s a harmless prank, I mean, you’re my Mom, nobody will think we’re doing what we’re doing”
Mom’s eyes widened at the idea, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she took another deep breath and started the car. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice firm.
The drive to the park was tense, the silence broken only by the occasional pep talk from Mom about keeping our cool and playing it off if anyone saw us.
When we arrived, we strolled casually through the park, trying to blend in with the other families and couples enjoying the sunny afternoon. My heart was racing, knowing that at any moment, we could be caught. We made our way to the secluded spot by the duck pond, the tall trees providing us with a semblance of privacy.
Mom looked around nervously, her eyes darting from side to side. “Okay, Devon,” she murmured, her voice shaking slightly. “Let’s get this over with.”
I pulled out my phone and started recording we put our heads together to smile at the camera. Then we kissed deep and long before she stepped back. With trembling hands, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock. The cool air hit my shaft, making me gasp. She knelt down in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine.
Mom’s mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock as she took me in deeper. The occasional sound of children playing in the distance made my heart race even faster. We were in a public place, and anyone could stumble upon us at any moment. This was fucking amazing.
I leaned against a tree, trying to look nonchalant, while my mom sucked me off. I watched the people passing by, hoping none of them would catch a glimpse of what we were doing. The thrill of being so close to getting caught only added to the excitement.
Mom’s technique had improved over the past few days. She took her time, savoring every inch of me. Her cheeks hollowed as she took me deep, and I could feel her throat contract around the base of my shaft. I bit my lip to keep from groaning too loudly.
The occasional rustle of leaves and distant laughter reminded us of our precarious situation. We had to be quick and quiet, our movements calculated to avoid detection. Yet, the danger was like a drug, heightening every sensation.
Mom’s hand wrapped around my base, stroking in rhythm with her bobbing head. She was giving it her all, determined to complete the task without getting us caught. Her eyes watered slightly, but she never took her gaze from mine, silently communicating her commitment to this twisted game.
I couldn’t help but admire her dedication, even as I felt the pressure building in my balls. It was a strange mix of emotions – fear of discovery, the thrill of the public setting, and the intense love for this woman who was willing to go to such extreme lengths for her family.
Mom’s eyes never left mine, her gaze filled with a fierce determination. She picked up the pace, her mouth moving faster over my cock. I could feel her tongue teasing my frenulum, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. The tightness in my abdomen grew, and I knew I was close.
I held the phone with a shaking hand, trying to keep the camera steady as I recorded our illicit act. The thought of the “blackmailer” watching this only made me harder, and I knew I had to cum soon. The pressure was unbearable, my orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“I’m gonna cum, Mom,” I warned her, my voice low and strained.
Mom’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her suction, her cheeks hollowing out as she took me deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a muffled groan, I released my load into her mouth, watching as she swallowed every drop with a hungry look in her eyes.
For a moment, we stayed like that, me leaning against the tree, Mom on her knees in front of me. The world around us was a blur of green and blue, the sound of the ducks on the pond a distant echo in my mind.
“Good boy,” she murmured, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was flushed, and her eyes shone with a mix of relief and excitement. “Now, let’s get out of here before someone sees us.”
We quickly put ourselves back together and started walking away from the pond, trying to act like nothing had happened. My heart was racing, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. The rush of adrenaline was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
As we left the park, I sent the video to the “blackmailer,” along with a message saying how much we enjoyed playing along. Mom took my hand, her grip tight as we walked back to the car. “We did it,” she said, her voice shaking.
“Yeah,” I replied, feeling a strange mix of pride and fear. “We did.”
The drive home was a blur of emotions, the gravity of our situation weighing heavily on us. When we arrived, Mom and I shared a knowing look before heading inside to prepare for the next part of our twisted weekend.
Maria and Sarah were already waiting in the living room, their faces a mix of anxiety and anticipation. They hadn’t been given specific instructions yet, so they had no idea what was coming next.
“No Idea, I had a solo task, and then one with Devon, but nothing after that. I guess we just have to wait and see.”
Sarah spoke up, “It’s okay, we’re all in this together. We’ll handle whatever comes our way.”
Her words brought a small smile to Mom’s face. “You’re right,” she said, squeezing my hand tighter. “We’re a family.”
We spent the rest of the evening watching TV, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. We all knew what was coming, but we were trying our best to pretend otherwise.
As the night grew later, the message came in..
This was something I had been building to. I was going to fuck Mom in the ass. Maria and Sarah were to record the action. Sarah was to capture every expression on Mom’s face while Maria was to catch every second of the penetration.
The living room transformed into a set of a porn movie. We moved the couch and set up a camera on the tripod. Mom and I stripped naked before waving at the camera. She was nervous, but she knew she had to do it. She bent over the couch, her tight ass in the air. I lubed up my cock and her ass before pushing it in.
Maria and Sarah took their positions, each holding their phone, ready to capture every intimate detail of our depraved act.
Mom’s breath hitched as I pushed the head of my cock against her tight, unexplored entrance. The lube made it easier, but it was still a tight fit. She gripped the couch cushions, her knuckles white with tension.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice thick with desire and nerves.
Mom took a deep breath and nodded. “Do it,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut.
I pushed in slowly, feeling her muscles clench around me. She was so tight, so warm. Each inch brought a new wave of pleasure and discomfort, a strange dance of pain and pleasure. I could hear the soft whimpers she was trying to suppress, and I knew she was feeling the same mix of emotions I was.
“Mom, you have to look at the camera.” said Sarah.
Mom opened her eyes and gave the camera a strained smile, her face twisted in pain. The camera rolled, capturing every moment of our act. I pushed deeper, feeling her body adjust to the intrusion.
“Keep going,” she murmured, her voice tight. “Don’t stop.”
I obeyed, sliding further into her, feeling her body stretch around me. It was a heady sensation, a mix of power and love that made my head spin. I watched her face in the reflection of the TV, the pain morphing into discomfort as she grew more accustomed to the new sensation.
The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, the slap of skin on skin and our muffled gasps and moans. Sarah and Maria were filming intently, their eyes never leaving us, their expressions a mix of shock, excitement, and fascination.
As I began to establish a rhythm, Mom’s tension slowly eased. Her breaths grew deeper, and she started to push back against me, taking me in even further.
I could feel the walls of her ass clench around me with each stroke, her body responding despite the initial shock. She was moaning now, her voice a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I murmured, my own pleasure building as I watched her face in the TV. Her eyes were open wide, and her mouth was wider in a silent scream of pain.
But she was taking it, pushing back, not pulling away.
“Keep filming,” I reminded the girls, who were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of them.
Maria’s eyes were glued to the camera screen, capturing the intimate details of my penetration. Meanwhile, Sarah focused on Mom’s face, the raw emotion playing out across her features.
Mom’s breathing grew more ragged as I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her voice echoing in the room.
Her cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. She was taking it like a champ, pushing through the discomfort. “You’re doing so good, Mom,” I encouraged her, my own excitement building.
Her breath hitched as I reached around to play with her clit, her hips bucking against me. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut.
Sarah and Maria watched with a mix of fascination and horror, their cameras never wavering. The room was hot, filled with the scent of our mingling sweat and the musky smell of sex.
“Cum faster, please. This hurts so much.” begged Mom.
Her words didn’t deter me, instead, they made me more excited. I knew she was in pain but the thrill of the situation had me on edge. “Almost there,” I grunted, pumping into her with more force.
Maria’s camera was focused on the place where our bodies joined, the sight of my cock disappearing into Mom’s ass making me even more excited. Sarah was capturing every moment of Mom’s agony.
Mom’s moans grew louder, and her body started to shake. “It hurts,” she whispered, her voice strained. “Please, just…just do it.”
Her words were like a switch for me, and I pushed harder, my hips slapping against her ass. The pain was a turn-on, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge.
“Mom, I’m gonna cum,” I warned her, my voice strained with effort.
“Do it,” she panted, her body trembling with each thrust. “Please.”
Her voice was a siren’s call, and I couldn’t resist. With one final push, I let go, my cock pulsing as I filled her ass with my cum. Mom’s body tensed up, a muffled scream escaping her lips. The pain had pushed her over the edge and she finally gave voice to her suffering.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily. The room was still, the only sound the faint hum of the TV and the occasional splatter of my cum dripping onto the floor.
“Is it over?” Mom’s voice was weak, her body limp.
“That part,” I said, gently pulling out of her. “Just one last thing.”
Mom winced as she slipped back off the edge of the couch and settled to her knees. Her eyes settled on my semi-limp cock. Her eyes screwed up in disgust at where it had just been, but she knew she had no choice.
“You have to suck it clean,” I told her, my voice firm. She nodded, taking a deep breath, and then leaned in, her mouth closing around my cock.
The sensation of her mouth on me was intense, especially after the tightness of her ass. Her tongue swirled all over my shaft as she cleaned it. I could feel the last of my cum sliding down her throat as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine.
When she was finished, she got up and stood beside me. Then we turned to where Maria and Sarah were also standing together and smiled and wave at the recording phones. They stopped recording and we all immediately dropped to the couch, Mom and I not even bothering to hide our nakedness.
“Let’s get this sent off and see what the next move is.” I said.
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