Blackmail Pt. 03

I apologize to the readers for not specifying the first story was part 1 and did not include sex. i submitted all 3 parts at the same time and did not realize they would not be released at the same time. These are the first stories I've ever typed, i will have several more come out so please follow me if you like my writing style. If not, thats ok too. Please let me know how you feel about this one, I can type a closing chapter if the readers want it.

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I wish I could start this story off with how I took complete control over my mother, but unfortunately my father's career allowed him to telework often. Sadly, for me, this meant my mother and I were never alone after. A week went by after the semi-forced shower sex, where my mother came on me and fucked me back...where she fucked me as hard as I fucked her.

Not a single time in that week had I been inside of her and every time she walked past me my dick kept telling me it needed to be buried inside of her. I had control over her, I had blackmailed her into satisfying me whenever I wanted it, yet here I was not getting what our agreement was and I needed to remind her. I noticed my mother stopped fawning over me, she fell back into her old ways of showing no respect for the agreement we had, she began acting like she did before I caught her. I was losing what little control I had over her and I needed to re-establish it before it was gone forever.

I decided I was going to remind her, and I was going to do it whether my father was in the house or not. I also knew that she would profusely protest whatever I attempted to do so I was going to have to be willing to push her mentally the point of being fearful I would tell my father. I laid in bed one evening and decided tomorrow I was going to start touching her body whenever she was in a room my father wasn't. If he was in his office working, her tits, ass, and pussy would be mine to touch and feel however I wanted...which meant she was going to have to change the way she dressed in the house or risk having her pants unzipped and bra's unhooked endlessly.

Let me give you a little background about my mother, she is 5'2, 120 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, and perky b sized breasts, which were surprisingly perfect considering she had kids. She kept herself mostly in shape, but she was not built like a model. With that said, she never wore yoga pants or anything that showed off her body, normally she would be in jeans or shorts that were average length for a woman in her 40's. Nothing revealing, ever. I knew I had my work cut out for me if I wanted to be able to enjoy her body however and whenever I wanted. I needed to get her to wear sweats, dresses, loose clothes that could be pulled up and down quickly.

The next morning, I got up hell-bent on resurrecting our agreement, I only had a little bit of time before I would go back to college, and I was not leaving with the chance of losing the upper hand. I took a shower and put on some gym shorts, intentionally not putting on underwear or a t-shirt. I walked through the house trying to figure out where my mother and father were, so I could establish myself over her again. My father was in the basement, I could hear him on his phone and those calls often lasted an hour, which meant I had time.

My mother was in the kitchen making breakfast and she said, "good morning hun, sleep ok?"

Her back was facing me and she was wearing jeans, I couldn't help but stare at the outline of her ass in those jeans. Just staring led me to thinking about what I needed, what I wanted, and my dick knew too.

"I slept ok, you?" I said back.

She turned around and looked at me quizzically, as if she didn't know what to say.

"Are you going to put on any clothes? Your father is downstairs and you're almost naked," she said to me in an angry tone.

"I have clothes on!" I snapped right back at her. "Did you forget about our agreement, mom?" I asked her.

Without responding she turned around and went back to making breakfast.

"I said, DID YOU FORGET?" I raised my voice and said to her, but before I could finish my sentence, she looked at me and shushed me.

"Your father is going to hear you, you need to be quiet!" she said to me.

I stepped up right behind her and pushed her against the sink, pinning her between my barely covered cock and the countertop. I leaned down close to her ear and with my right hand slid it up her shirt and squeezed her bra covered tit.

"This is mine. When I want, where I want. Remember?" I asked her.

My mother just stood there, she accepted the defeat again, she realized I was in control and I was going to take things when I wanted them.

"I know we made an agreement, but your father is downstairs," she said.

I slipped my hand from under her shirt and took a step back from her.

"There's going to be some changes to your clothes mother, and this starts today. You are going to start wearing looser clothing, sweats, dresses, or baggier shorts. And this will be something you do every day I'm home. Do you understand?" I asked her.

"What? What do you mean?" she said to me.

"I told you what you're going to do, after breakfast go put on sweats or a dress and a baggy shirt. And no more bras while I'm home. I want to see them free inside of your shirts," I demanded.

My mother looked at me and said, "I can't do that, your dad will notice if I all of a sudden stop wearing a bra, especially if it's only when you're here."

"No, he won't mom, he doesn't notice you now, he won't notice this. I'll tell you what, take it off right now and let's see if he notices when he comes up for breakfast." I said to her.

"NOW" I said sternly.

Just as she was supposed to, she unclasped her bra and took it off. I could just barely see her nipples under her dark t-shirt, but they looked so sexy.

"Dad it's time to eat," I yelled down the stairs as my mother looked at me mortified.

I could see the look in her face that she felt like a complete whore, just doing what she's forced to do. I smiled at her and stared at her nipples pushing the fabric away from her body as she gave me a disgusted look. A few moments later my father came walking up the stairs and walked straight over to my mother and gave her a kiss. I hadn't thought much about jealousy at this point, even though she was sleeping next to him nightly, but watching him just take what he wanted right in front of me pissed me off. My father picked up his plate of food and thanked my mother and went right back downstairs, he couldn't be bothered enough to eat with us.

I sat down at the table and smiled at my mother, I could see the anger and frustration in her face as her husband just abandoned her when she needed him most. She was so confident that he would realize her nipples were free that she stood straight up for him to see, yet he didn't notice. As my mother and I sat there and ate breakfast, I started thinking about how my father was so predictable, and it became obvious to me he had lost interest in my mother years ago.

"Mom, go change into some sweats or loose shorts, then let's talk," I said to her.

My mother didn't say a word, she walked out of the room and down the hall to her bedroom. My lust knew no bounds...I knew she was taking her clothes off and I knew my dick wanted to feel her pussy.

I got up and started down the hall when I realized she shut and locked her bedroom door. What the fuck is this I thought to myself? I knocked on their door, but she didn't respond, I knocked again and told her I was going to unlock the door if she didn't open it. But still, she did not reply. I reached above the door and grabbed the little key to unlock it, when I opened the door, I saw my mother was laying on her bed with her clothes still on.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"How can he have no interest in me? How can he not notice I have no bra on?" she asked me.

"Mom, I have no idea when things went bad, I don't know when you started cheating and I don't need to. But at some point, he stopped making you feel wanted and you went and found the craving somewhere else. And I'm sure you had no intentions of letting me come home and catch you in the middle of it, but here we are. I'm not going to sit here and listen to you turn this into a pitty party about yourself, you fucked around on him. Something led you to that." I said to her.

"Hun, I don't think it's right that I talk to you about your dad and my sex life, it feels...weird." she said back.

"As weird as me blackmailing you into fucking me?" I asked her.

"Well, that was something I never, ever, thought about. But that's just wrong, but you're doing it anyway," she said to me.

"Mom, you came on me, you fucked me right back, I know you loved it just as much as I did. Do. And will continue to love it as much as I do. We both have sexual needs and I'm confident I can satisfy yours and I know you can satisfy mine." I said to her.

"Now here's what's going to happen next, I'm going to back into the kitchen, you're going to come in wearing a robe, or a dress, I don't care, and I'm going to fuck you from behind against the kitchen counter." I said to her.

Mom did not respond, she just sat there silently.

"And guess what, he isn't going to come upstairs and catch us. And you're going to cum on me again. And again. And again. And before you know it, you'll be wanting me to fuck you because it's going to be the dick you've been craving. I'm not going to make love to you, you two can keep that if that's what you want. I'm going to fuck you the way I caught you getting fucked. The way I know you miss being fucked." I said sternly.

With that I stood up and walked out of her room. I had no idea how that was going to go, and, in my head, I was telling myself I should've just talked to her. It was obvious to me she needed to just talk, but I was still so angry with catching her with some stranger. I couldn't get the vision of her just getting plowed on their bed out of my head. Additionally, I was clouded by so much pent up sexual frustration that I had not released over the last several days, I needed to cum.

Once I got back to the kitchen, I decided I was going to see how this all played out, and I decided I was going to set my phone up to capture the entire thing. I felt at some point she would try to play the victim, and I wanted proof that she loved the way I fucked her. So, I put my phone on the edge of the counter, camera facing the sink, and waited to click record.

A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming down the hall and I clicked record on my phone. As soon as I turned around, she stepped into the kitchen wearing a long white robe, one that you would expect a mother to wear around the house not to show off any part of her body.

She gave me a look of anger and disgust and said, "happy?"

"Your father is just down the stairs, I don't know what you think is going to happen, but it isn't going to happen while he's here." she said matter of factly.

"Mom, he's not coming back up until the end of his workday, we both know this." I said back.

Without a word she picked up the dishes from the table and carried them to the sink and started washing them. Also, without a word I stepped up behind her and leaned down and kissed her cheek. She didn't respond, she just kept washing the dishes as if I wasn't pushing right against her. Immediately my dick was hard, he was ready, he had been waiting to be back inside of that pussy and he knew he was going to be.

I reached around the front of her and slipped my hand inside of her robe and could feel her bare stomach. The feeling of her skin sent shivers down me, like the feeling of the hairs on your arms standing up when your adrenaline comes rushing in.

I slid my hand up her stomach and cupped her left breast, "no bra - good girl," I whispered to her.

But still my mom didn't respond, she just kept washing the same dish that was spotless already. I changed directions and slid my hand down the front of her robe to where her pussy would be, but to my displeasure, it was covered with panties.

"What are these?" I asked her.

"What do you think!? I'm not walking around the house naked." She said with a very resenting tone.

Instantly, I recognized we were back to her thinking she was in control, back to thinking she had the power in this relationship. I immediately pushed her upper back forward with my left hand and pulled her hips back towards me with her right, causing her to arch over the kitchen sink. I slid my right thumb inside of her panty line and shoved them down to the floor. Before she could say anything, I pulled her robe up and exposed her bare ass, *WHACK* I slapped it with my right hand.

"OWW!" she screamed trying to be quiet.

"I told you that I'm in charge, not you. You will walk around exactly as I tell you to. Do you understand?" I said back to her.

"Yes." my mother whispered back.

I took a moment to stare at the ass, it was flawless, it looked so fucking inviting, my red handprint on her right ass cheek.

I reached around and slid my fingers between her legs, "you're already wet?" I asked her.

But she didn't say anything back, she just stood there, water running over the dish she washed multiple times, frozen, but enjoying the control that I took over her. My finger found her hole and the tip of my middle finger began sliding in just a little, teasing her pussy. My mother let out a moan, just like that, she knew she wanted to get fucked right there, right in the kitchen - nice and hard.

"Do you like when I fuck you mother?" I asked her.

"Yes..." she barely said.

"I didn't hear you", I said. "Do you like when I fuck you mother?" I asked again louder.

"Yes, but be quiet he's going to hear you!" she said back to me.

"I want you to reach back and take my dick out, line it up and help me slide inside of you." I said to her.

My mother obeyed instantly, still bent over the kitchen sink, she reached back with her right hand and freed my aching cock.

"My god it's so hard." she said.

"Slide it in mom, slide me inside of you. Mmm, slide my cock inside of your pussy." I said to her.

Without thinking about it, she lined my prick up and pushed her ass back against my dick. I looked over at my phone which was lined up perfectly to capture every inch of me sliding into her.

"Do you like fucking me mom?" I asked.

"Yes." she said.

"Do you want me to fuck you all the time, to give that pussy what it's missing?" I asked.

"Yes," she said back as she pushed herself all the way against me...feeling my hips bury against hers. "ugghhh..." she moaned pushing hard against me.

I grabbed the back of her robe and pushed her forward against the sink, letting my dick slide out all the way to the tip, and then slide all the way back in...slowly. Tip, to base. Tip, to base. Slowly teasing her, making her wait for it, building her up and not letting her finish. Leading her to a path of insatiability, where she would lust after only my cock.

"Do you need to be fucked now?" I asked her.

"Yes, please, I'm already so close to cumming." she said back to me completely bent over the sink.

I pulled my dick all the way out, I looked down at my cock covered in her juices and her ass on full display for me. Seeing my mother leaning all the way over the sink and her tits were hanging freely into the sink with the faucet still running. It was such a sexy scene, the pure lust my mother had made her forget everything going on around her. Forgetting my father was just down the steps, forgetting the faucet was pouring water into the sink onto a dish she intended to put into the dishwasher. Forgetting her own son had been balls deep inside of her, pushing her to the brink of cumming on him again.

"What are you doing!? Please just fuck me, I need to cum. Stop fucking teasing me." she demanded.

But I wasn't ready for her to cum. Now that I had her begging for my dick in her pussy, I wanted to her to let me fuck that her ass. I licked the tip of my thumb and started slowly circling it around her puckered asshole as I slid the head of my dick back inside of her pussy.

"Oh my god, oh my god that feels so fucking good", she said to me as I slowly started working the tip of my thumb into her tight sphincter.

I pushed the entirety of my dick inside of her, all the way until I was buried there, then I pushed my thumb in her ass. My mother grabbed the edge of the sink with a death grip, and I felt her pussy lock onto my cock tight.

"Ughhahhhh, fuck I'm cumming..." she said.

But I kept the tip of my thumb in there, it wasn't coming out yet, she was going to learn to love things in that hole. I began picking up my pace, fucking her harder, **slap slap slap** as our bodies bounced off of each other. Slowly pushing my thumb in deeper with each thrust, until I got my entire thumb inside of her asshole.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." was all she kept panting.

I knew I was going to cum quick and I was going to cum inside of her again, this was now my pussy and soon this would be my asshole. To fuck, lick, cum in and on, whenever I needed it. I kept my thumb inside of her ass as I kept pumping into her. I could feel my thumb creating pressure on my dick, teasing the small amount of skin between those two holes.

"Ughh, fuck...ughhhhhh FUCK." I said trying to be quiet and just couldn't keep it to myself as I erupted inside of her perfect pussy.

Rope after rope, what felt like minutes of endless semen filled her. I felt her body go limp over the sink as I kept sawing slowly in and out, I just didn't want it to end. I have never felt pussy that I craved like this. So carnal. So raw. So wrong. So perfect. Her pussy was wet, but not gross wet, it was truly perfect and instantly ready.

"Oh my god, you've got to stop, he had to have heard us." she said to me.

But I couldn't stop, my thumb still lodged inside of her tight asshole, soaking wet, but loving it. I pulled my dick all the way out, just to see a glob of my cum fall out, I pushed myself all the way back in and pulled it all the way back out...more cum. God this was hot. I just filled her with my cum again and this time she begged for it...on camera. **Slap. Slap. Slap* I started pounding into her again, my dick remained so hard, so strained for its next release inside of her. I kept pumping, pounding, harder than before. Louder than before. There was no concern if my father came up those stairs, I wasn't stopping. This pussy was my pussy now, no matter what happened, I was going to cum again and so was she.

For another five or so minutes I kept pounding her, faster and harder than the previous pump.

"Fuck fuck ughhhhh fuck I'm cuming again!" my mother exploded a second time.

Solidifying the fact that I was now in charge. I knew at that moment she would come to me to get fucked, this would no longer be me pushing it and demanding what actions needed to be taken. I kept fucking her, kept pounding into that pussy until I felt my balls tighten and I erupted again. I knew this time wouldn't be nearly as rewarding, but the feeling of cumming inside of her twice was electrifying. I was so turned on I think I could've stayed hard all night.

I knew I was pushing my luck with my dad; we were loud and I didn't want this to ever end. I pulled myself out, pulled her upright and turned her around and kissed her. I kissed her like a son doesn't kiss his mother, but instead like to two teenagers in heat. Deeply. Passionately. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and she returned the favor. We allowed our tongues to dance with each other as if the entire world around us did not exist.

I pulled away and looked at her and said, "who's pussy is that?"

"Yours, whenever you want it," she said back.