Our New Neighbor Takes Over
Chapter 1

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Fa/ft, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Rape, Blackmail, Slavery, Fiction, Wife Watching, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Daughter, MaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Gang Bang, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism,

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A new man moves in next door and gains access to the computers of Jill and her sixteen year old daughter. He finds plenty of blackmail material on both computers.

A new next door neighbor moved in several months ago. He bought the large house next door. He’s an older guy, probably in his mid forties. Dad thinks it’s weird that a single guy bought the biggest house and lives alone. And he never seems to go out either. We never see him go to work or have friends over or go out at night. The only time we see him is when he goes to the store or when he does his yard work.

Dad said he thinks the guy must be gay because he lives alone and he’s fixing his house up.

He sure seems to be spending a lot of money on it. He replaced the roof and the central heat and air system. He’s had all new windows installed and there have been people working inside until it looked like he was rebuilding the house from the inside out.

He also had a swimming pool built in the back yard. Not one of those kinds where they dig a hole and truck in a preformed pool either. I saw it once when it was almost finished. The builders left the back gate open and I snuck in. Man! You should see it! It’s huge! Not square either. It’s shaped like a clover with a big fake cliff at one end that’s going to be a waterfall. I haven’t seen it since they finished putting it in but I’d really like to. It must be beautiful.

I don’t care if the guy is gay but dad can’t stand the guy and he’s never even talked to him. I’d never say anything but I can’t help wondering if dad isn’t just little jealous because of all the money the guy is spending fixing the place up.

I saw our new neighbor talking to Mrs. Phillips once. She lives on the other side of him. They were both working in their yards and they stopped what they were doing and talked for a few minutes.

I asked her about him later but she couldn’t tell me much. She said he seemed nice enough. He was friendly but didn’t talk about himself. She didn’t really learn anything about him.

No one but dad has had anything to complain about since the new guy moved in. He doesn’t make any noise and his house is now the nicest one on the block.

My mom never says anything when dad makes his little comments about the new neighbor. She doesn’t like gay people either. But then, she doesn’t like much of anything. She especially doesn’t seem to like anything that has to do with sex. She freaked out a couple of months ago when she found a copy of Playboy in my brother’s room. I thought it was funny but she jumped all over my poor brother. And when dad came home she started in on him as soon as he sat down at the table.

I was thinking, “Geez, mom! Get over it! It’s just naked women for Christ’s sake!”

I figured it could have been a lot worse. What if he had been looking at naked men? She would have had a heart attack!

I didn’t see anything wrong with what he did. He’s fifteen. That’s old enough to be looking at pictures like that. Besides, Playboy isn’t so bad. When I get older I think it would be cool to have my picture in Playboy. Except I wouldn’t want my brother to see them. That would creep me out.

Dad assured mom that he’d take care of it. Poor Brad just sat there at the table picking at his food. He was so embarrassed he couldn’t look anyone in the eye. I thought that was a sucky thing to do to the kid, not that I don’t mind seeing him suffer a little from time to time.

I don’t know what dad said to him. I never heard any more about it.

Dad works for a bank downtown. He’s a loan officer. Mom is a stay at home mom. Most of my friend’s mothers work and sometimes I wish mine did too. She’s a good mom. She keeps the house real neat and she’s a great cook. But sometimes it seems like she’s always watching us. She is always home and making sure we don’t have any fun. The main word in her vocabulary is ‘NO!’ If she ever wanted to work outside the home I’m pretty sure she’d make a great prison guard.

Mom got her own computer last year. It may sound like I just changed the topic but just hang on for a little bit. This all ties together. When her computer was first installed I spent a couple of hours showing her how it works and how to find things on the internet. She spends a lot of time on it now. Dad doesn’t joke much. But I’ve heard him kid her about it a couple of times. He jokingly says things like, “If I didn’t know you better I’d swear you were spending all of your time looking at porn.”

Mom got all upset when he said that. She doesn’t even like it when people use the word porn. She says that she is spending her time on line talking with her sister, Aunt Helen and with her best friend who moved to the upstate a few months ago. She got all defensive. She got so upset that I almost started to wonder if she really has been looking at porn!

School let out for the summer last Friday. I’m a good student and I like school. But I have to be honest. I like summer vacation a whole lot more.

My brother started hanging around with his friends, Larry and Gordy during the day. I’ve been pretty much on my own for the first two weeks. I don’t mind, though. I love to read and I like being able to sleep late and enjoy the peace and quiet.

My best friend is Gail. She’s the girl I spend most of my free time with. But she’s on a two-week vacation with her parents at their cabin in the mountains. Well, it isn’t really their cabin. They rent it every year as soon as school gets out. I went with them once. It was a real neat cabin but it’s way out in the woods and there is absolutely nothing to do there. It’s on a nice lake but the water is so cold you can’t even swim in it.

So I’m just taking it easy until Gail comes home. Most of my time is spent reading, going to the park or lying out in the backyard. I lie there in the hot sun and wish that my parents would make friends with our new neighbor so I could use the pool next door.

I also wish that my mother was a working mother like most of my friend’s mothers. My mom is such a prude! I’m forced to lay out in a modest two-piece suit that looks like a granny suit. Mom will not allow me to wear a real bikini even when I’m all alone in the backyard.

Not long ago I was all alone in the backyard reading my book and getting some sun. I unfastened the strap on my top so I could get some sun on that white line across the middle of my back.

Mom caught me and went totally nuts. Crap! You would have thought I was lying there naked! She went on and on about morals and modesty and I kept nodding and saying, “Sure, mom,” and, “Yes, mom.” But all I was thinking was, “What a fucking prude!”

You guys are probably bored to death by all this but I thought it was important to give you a little background about my family and all, because something happened. It started the first Monday after school let out. Well, I became aware of it then. I’m not sure when it started.

I was convinced that my mother is the most uptight woman in the world. I still love her, though. That’s why I was so concerned when that Monday after school got out for the summer I saw something really strange. I was in my bedroom. I had just put my suit on and I was about to go out in the backyard and get some of that late afternoon sun. I picked up my book and my IPod. I stood up and glancing out of my bedroom window I was surprised to see my mother coming out of our new neighbor’s backyard.

Mom seemed to be limping. I became curious when I saw her looking around nervously. It looked as though she’s afraid someone she knows might see her. For some reason the word “furtive” came to mind. I’ve never used that word in a sentence but when I watched my mom sneaking back over to our house and looking around to make sure she isn’t seen I knew what furtive looked like. That really piqued my curiosity.

I didn’t think it was even remotely possible she would do anything wrong. She is the most uptight female I know. But something just didn’t look right.

I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my book and my sunglasses and went downstairs. She was coming in and when we met on the stairs she looked scared!

I asked, “What’s the matter, mom? Are you okay?”

She seemed really flustered. She nodded and replied, “I’m fine, Lisa.”

She didn’t look fine and she sure as hell didn’t sound fine. I said, “I saw you coming out of our new neighbor’s yard. Did you talk to him? What’s he like? And why are you limping?”

She turned bright red and said, “I’m limping because I twisted my ankle. And I was not in our neighbor’s yard! You’re mistaken!”

She turned then and said, “I have to go put something on my ankle. You go on out in the backyard. And make sure you use enough sun block!”

Okay. Now that was weird. I saw her coming out of the guy’s yard! She’s totally lying to me!

I turned and watched her limp upstairs. I watched her until she was out of sight. Then I went outside and stretched out on my towel to get some sun. I opened my book but I couldn’t read. My mind was going around in circles over my mother lying to me. I could not imagine my mother ever telling a lie. She is the most modest, the most prudish, and the most proper person I know.

For just a fraction of a second I wondered if she could be having an affair with our new neighbor. But I dismissed that thought before it was even fully formed. It wasn’t even remotely possible.

I put my book down, rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes. I enjoyed the warm rays of the sun on my back and my legs and my mind replayed what I had seen over and over. There was just no explanation for it. I’m no Nancy Drew but I resolved to keep my eye out for more strange behavior from my mother. The curiosity was killing me.

Nothing more was said about what I saw that afternoon. By the time I went back in the house my mother seemed to be back to normal. She no longer walked with a limp and she was no longer flustered. But she did seem to be having a hard time looking me in the eye.

The next day I planned to go to the library. Well, that was what I told my mother. I was actually planning to meet a couple of friends at the Dairy Queen. I got dressed and started walking down the street. I was half way to the end of the block before I realized I had forgotten my money.

I don’t carry money as a general rule. I can be pretty absent minded sometimes and I’ve already lost my purse on a couple of occasions. So I leave my money and my important things like my library card and my student ID at home unless I’m going to need them.

I swore and wheeled around just in time to see my mother come out of the side door of our house. After looking around to make sure she was unobserved she rushed across our driveway, crossed our new neighbor’s driveway, and hurried down beside his house.

From where I was standing I couldn’t see if she entered his house or if she went into his backyard. I waited for her to return but after a few minutes it was apparent that she was not going right back to our house.

I started walking back down the street. As I walked I called one of the girls I was supposed to meet and told her that something had come up and I wouldn’t be able to make it today.

I went home and went back upstairs to my room. My bedroom window looks out on our driveways. From my window I can see the side door of the neighbor’s house and the gate into his backyard.

I felt funny spying on my mom. But I was afraid that something was wrong and I ... I don’t know. I just needed to know.

I stared through my bedroom window for more than an hour before my mother came back out of the neighbor’s back yard. Once more she looked around nervously and when she was certain she wasn’t being observed she hurried to our side door and came in.

I listened as she rushed upstairs to her room. I waited until I heard the shower running in the master bath before I started to sneak back out of the house.

Her bedroom door was open when I made my way quietly down the hall. I glanced in to make sure she wasn’t in her room. I didn’t want her to see me sneaking out. I could hear her in the shower and I knew it was safe. I started to continue down the hall but then I stopped.

I quietly made my way back to her room and, making sure she was still in the shower I snuck in. The clothes she had been wearing were on the bed and to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Laying on top of her normal very conservative dress was a set of the sexiest, laciest underwear I’ve ever seen. I would have bet anything I own that my mother has never in her entire life worn anything like the bra and panty set that was lying there on her bed.

I stared at them for a moment before going over and picking up her panties. I felt like a criminal spying on her this way. But I couldn’t stop myself. I held the panties up and stretched them out. They were really beautiful, very, very sexy. But they were just not something my mother would ever wear.

I held them up about face high. I was looking at them in disbelief when something suddenly fell onto my elbow. It was warm and wet and had a very strong odor. I shivered and under my breath I exclaimed, “Ewww! Gross!”

I lowered my mother’s underwear and looked inside. The crotch was soaking wet and there was more of that stuff on the crotch panel that hadn’t soaked in yet. I sniffed it and even though I’ve never seen or smelled it before, I knew damn well what it was. My mother had a man’s cum in her panties!

I stood there staring in shock at the crotch of her underwear until I heard my mom turn the shower off. I dropped the panties and hurried out of the room. I almost panicked. I started to turn and go back to my room. But then I came to my senses and hurried down the stairs and went outside.

I stood on the steps for a few minutes and tried to calm down. Then I went back in the house. I didn’t hear my mom so I called out and told her that I was home. She called back down the stairs that she didn’t feel well and was lying down.

That was perfect with me. I couldn’t even imagine facing her right now. I went up to my room and sat there staring out of my window at nothing. My mind was spinning like a top. This just could not be! My straight laced, up tight, puritan of a mother is having an affair! Even after seeing the evidence I didn’t believe it!

To be honest, I wasn’t just upset about her having an affair. I sat on my bed for a long time and the more I thought about it the angrier I became. It just wasn’t right that she would throw a freaking fit over Brad having a Playboy and all but consign me to hell because I want a bikini like every other girl I know. And all the while she’s running next door and fucking the gay guy who just moved in.

I laughed to myself then. I thought that dad would be so relieved to find out that the guy isn’t gay after all. All I have to do is wait for him to come home and say, “Good news, dad! The new next door neighbor isn’t gay after all. I know he likes pussy because he’s fucking mom.”

I’m sure that my homophobic father would be so relieved.

I was still sitting there trying to decide what, if anything, I should do when Brad got home. He stopped by my room on the way to his own. He stood at my door and it looked like he was going to say something.

His lips moved as if to speak but then he stopped when he saw me. I never did find out what he came in to say. He looked at me for a minute and asked, “What’s wrong? You look like you just found out you’re pregnant.”

I gave him a dirty look and then I tried to decide if I should tell him what I just witnessed, and what I discovered on her bed while my mother was taking a shower.

I didn’t doubt for a second that if dad found out mom is having an affair with the next door neighbor he’d be gone. He’s one of those conservative religious “eye for an eye” kinds of guys. He’s so conservative that we recently stopped going to church because we got a new pastor and dad thinks he’s too liberal. My father is one of the most intolerant people I know. I’ve noticed that religion and hate often go hand in hand.

I don’t know what’s going to happen to our family now but I know I don’t want us to be split up.

Brad and I are pretty close. As close as any brother and sister I guess. I love him like a brother. We fight sometimes. We’re human. Like most brothers and sisters I know, we have our own groups of friends and we don’t really interact that much.

I suppose he’s alright for a brother. I trust him. I just don’t know if he could keep this to himself. I think I’m afraid he would say something to mom more than I am that he would tell dad.

I decided that I had best keep what I know to myself for now. I told him nothing is wrong. He didn’t believe me. I saw the skepticism on his face. But I suppose he was afraid it was some “female” thing. He sure as hell doesn’t want to hear about any of that stuff! So he let it go. He forgot all about whatever had originally brought him into my room and he turned and went to his room.

Dad went to work at the usual time the next day. Brad left for a baseball game with a bunch of his friends at ten. After Brad left I told my mom I’m going to the park down the street for a couple of hours. I went far enough down the street that I thought she wouldn’t spot me and watched from behind a tree.

I only had to wait fifteen minutes before my mother snuck out of the house and into our neighbor’s backyard.

I waited a few minutes and when she didn’t return I walked quietly to the gate that led into our neighbor’s yard. I listened for any indication of what was going on in there. I didn’t hear anything at first. I heard the faint sound of the waterfall. But no one was talking. Not at first.

I tried peeking through the boards but I couldn’t see much of the backyard from where I’m standing. I can’t see any of the pool, the deck or the patio. I was just about to go in through my house and see if I could see anything through the fence between our yards. But just as I started to move away I heard a strong, quiet but arrogant sounding voice say, “Are you ready, bitch?”

What really shocked me, though, was when I heard my mother respond in a mousy little voice, “Yes, master.”

I stood there in shock, unable to move. At first I wasn’t even trying to decide what to do next. I wasn’t thinking at all. I wasn’t even listening anymore. I just stood there unable to process what I just heard.

I started to get some blood back into my brain and I thought that maybe I should go ahead and go to the park after all. I started to turn away when suddenly the gate was thrown open and our new neighbor commanded “Don’t stand out there and spy on us, you nosy little bitch! Get your ass in here!”

I stared at him in shock for a long moment. I’m embarrassed at having been discovered. But I’m terrified of what I might find if I step through that gate. He didn’t seem to give me any choice though. That had not been a request. When you’re my age and have raised the way I was your natural instinct is to obey when an adult tells you to do something. You do it without thinking. Or at least that was my instinctive reaction.

Before I took my first step he leaned out and pointed to a small camera mounted on the side of the house. He sounded like he thought he was speaking to a moron when he said, “Security system. If you’re going to spy on people you need to learn to look for those.”

He stepped back to let me in. I’m terrified. More than anything in the world I want to run away. But I seem to be incapable of independent action. I followed him into his big, beautiful backyard.

It took me a moment but I quickly came to realize our new neighbor is wearing nothing but a towel. That was scary enough. But my eyes went immediately to my mother. She’s naked! She’s kneeling submissively on a cushion in front of a chair on the patio and even from across the yard I have the impression, from her posture I think, that she’s terrified.

She didn’t look up. She stared straight down at the seat of the empty chair in front of her. As I began to approach I’m able to see how embarrassed she is, even from just several feet inside the back gate. Her face and neck are bright red and she’s staring down at the empty chair in front of her as if someone is still sitting there.

I came to a screeching stop when I saw her. Our neighbor took several more steps before he realized I’m no longer following him. He turned back and smiled at me. He gave me a few seconds to adjust to the shock.

Instead of continuing on, though, I took a step back and started to turn back to the gate. As I turned I said in a trembling voice, “I shouldn’t be here. I can’t see this.”

He laughed quietly and then, in a strong, commanding tone that made it clear he expects to be obeyed he commanded, “Get over here, you spying little bitch. You’ve already seen it. I think you know what’s going on here. You might as well get the whole story.”

I suddenly realized that I don’t want to know the whole story. I want this to all be a bad dream. I want everything to go back to the way it was three days ago.

What I heard while standing outside the gate, and what I can see now with my own eyes is totally beyond my power to absorb and comprehend. But I think that what surprises me more than anything else is that despite the fact that I just caught her naked in the neighbor’s yard my mother continues to kneel on that cushion as our neighbor escorts me across the yard and onto the patio.

I can’t understand why she doesn’t jump up and cover herself or scream at me to leave. I don’t understand any of this.

As if he’s reading my mind our neighbor said, “I suppose you’re wondering what’s going on.”

And then, apparently just to satisfy his idle curiosity he asked, “Have you ever seen her naked before? She’s terribly shy.”

I shook my head. I don’t trust myself to speak.

He grinned and said, “She’s very sexy isn’t she? I was pleasantly surprised when I got her clothes off for the first time. She’s a very good fuck, too. But we are really having to work on her cocksucking skills. Can you believe a woman her age doesn’t know how to suck a cock?!”

I’m blushing as deeply as my mother. I have been since he caught me spying at his gate and ordered me into his yard. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life and this is not a conversation I want any part of. He’s talking about things a teenage girl does not want to even contemplate her mother doing. Obviously my mother has sex. My brother and I exist. But I don’t want to know about it. I don’t want to think about it. I most definitely don’t want to take an active role in her sex life!

When we stepped up onto the patio and into the shade of his awning he said, “Sorry, got sidetracked there. Let me show you why your mother is here.”

He indicated a chair next to the chair my mother is kneeling over. I think it was pretty obvious where our new neighbor was sitting before he got up to let me in.

Even though I want desperately to run from here, I reluctantly sat in the chair he indicated. I believe I mentioned that our new neighbor has a very commanding presence. It seems to be impossible to disobey him.

I sat down less than three feet away from my naked mother. I’m close enough I could reach out and touch her. I can’t look at her, though. I’m much too embarrassed.

Our neighbor returned to the chair beside me. He casually spread his legs and my mother is now between his knees. It’s pretty obvious the two of them were in that position before he got up to let me in.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see that her eyes are closed, her lips are moving as though she’s praying silently and she’s shaking her head almost imperceptibly.

But she didn’t try to move away. She didn’t protest. She knelt quietly and waited for him to tell her what to do. The last thing I had heard her say was “Yes, master!” She hadn’t said a word or looked up since I entered the back yard.

Our neighbor pulled a laptop computer closer and opened it. He turned it on and as it was booting up he said, “By the way, my name is Sean. Sean Maxwell. But you might as well get used to calling me master.”

I heard my mother’s sharp intake of breath when he said that.

As the computer came to life he said, “I gather that you are Lisa. You’re sixteen, right?”

I nodded. I’m staring at the computer. It seems like the only safe place to look. His towel is beginning to fall open.

I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’m not ready to start and I don’t want to start with him.

The computer finished booting and I sat staring nervously at the desktop. Sean turned it towards him and started to open a file. As he did my mother whispered plaintively, “Please, master. Please don’t do this.”

In a calm voice he answered, “Shut up, bitch. Your mouth is going to be busy enough in a couple of minutes.”

He ignored my mother after that exchange and said, “Okay, Lisa. You and your brother and your mother each have computers. They are all connected to the internet through a wireless router and modem. It’s a very convenient piece of equipment and reasonably secure from prying eyes when installed properly with a good firewall. Unfortunately for your mother, whoever set your system up didn’t feel that was necessary, or they were too ignorant. I suppose that it wouldn’t have mattered if your mother was the model of propriety you thought she was.”

Sean opened several files and my breath seemed to catch in my throat. Suddenly I found myself staring in shock at pictures of my mother in various stages of undress and then in the nude. The pictures are not very good. But they’re in color and they’re clear enough that it’s obvious who I’m looking at.

Sean said, “I turned my computer on when I first moved in. Unfortunately for you and your mother, our houses are close enough that I received the signal from all three of your computers through your router. I didn’t set out to snoop. But since the signal was there and I’m a normally curious person I watched. I must admit I was shocked. Here, watch this.”

He opened a video clip. I watched the grainy clip in shock. I saw my mother push her chair back. She was sitting at her computer ... naked!! Her body is totally displayed now. She smiled at the camera and started to tease whoever this video had originally been sent to. She played with her breasts, pinched and pulled her nipples and then moved her hands down and began to masturbate for the pleasure of someone on the internet.

Sean said, “I’ve got hours of this stuff. But that’s just the beginning. The chats, oh my! You just won’t believe the things she says to these men in those chats. But even that isn’t the worst of it. Look at this.”

Mom squeaked and said in a desperate, pleading voice, “Oh god! Please, master!”

Sean looked annoyed and said, “I warned you. Get back to work!”

I didn’t want to look. But I couldn’t stop myself. I watched in shock while my mother, with tears running down her cheeks, bent down, spread the towel that covered him and took Sean’s large, hard cock into her mouth and started sucking on it!

I can’t believe my eyes! I suddenly came to my senses and realized I’m now staring at my mother sucking a cock. I whipped my head back around to face the laptop.

Sean chuckled at my reaction and closed the grainy video of my mother masturbating. I was relieved that it was gone from the screen but I screamed when he opened a new file and I saw a very clear, high resolution digital photograph of me in the nude.

I stared in disbelief at the candid nude picture. I wasn’t posing. It’s obvious that I didn’t know it was being taken.

For the next minute or so I didn’t hear anything he was saying to me. My mind was trying to deal with the idea that pictures of me with no clothes on even exist! I now know that the man sitting beside me has seen nude pictures of me. He knows what I look like without any clothes on! And I know that god knows how many strange men that my mother met on the internet have been given nude pictures of me!

The pictures were taken when I was in the bathroom. It appears that my mother quietly opened the bathroom door just enough to permit her to take pictures of me when I was getting out of the shower. There are about a dozen of them. He opened them one at a time. They captured me stepping out of the shower, drying off and getting into my pajamas. By the time three or four of the pictures had been opened every part of my body has been on display.

As he went through them he said, “She has been sending these to the people she’s been chatting with. It wasn’t enough that she got naked, masturbated and offered to serve as a sex slave and do anything and everything they want. She also offered to let them use her teenage daughter as a slave. She has also offered to hide a camera in your bedroom so they can watch you undress at night.

“In some of her chats she even agreed to have sex with you while they watched. Those chats are all fantasy of course. I’m reasonably certain she never intended to actually do any of those things. They were just fantasies intended to turn her on, her and her perverted male friends.”


I’m speechless. I stared at the laptop. I have to, I’m not able to look at either of them. I can’t look at him because I know he has seen me naked and because at the moment he is naked. I can’t look at her because I’m furious with her and because she still has his penis in her mouth. She’s kneeling there, naked as the day she was born, sucking away at it as if her sixteen-year-old daughter isn’t sitting less than three feet away.

He closed the file containing the pictures but he said, “I’ve got dozens of those. Most of them were taken while you were in the bathroom but some were taken in your bedroom. In some you are in your underwear but in most of them you are nude.”

He moved the cursor down a list of chats he has saved. There appear to be nearly a hundred of them. He selected one and said, “Here, you read this for a while. I’m going to let your mother finish her lesson now.”

He turned the computer to face me and he turned back toward my mother. He relaxed in his chair and said, “Okay, cunt. Suck me off. Let’s see if you’ve gotten any better. Remember what I told you is going to happen if you gag this time.”

I tried not to hear the disgusting sounds of my mother sucking his cock as I read the shocking things my mother wrote in her chat with some strange man. It was really gross. She offered to do anything to please him. She wants to be tied up and whipped and raped by large numbers of men. She promised to submit to sex with animals. She offered the man the opportunity to take the virginity of her teenage daughter, the girl in the pictures she just sent him. ME! She used the nastiest language and there didn’t seem to be any perversion that didn’t excite her.

I read it slowly, letting it sink in. I had only read for a few minutes before I received another shock. I’m becoming aroused! That scared the hell out of me!

I’m not sure why these nasty things I’m reading excite me. I don’t know much about sex really. I’ve never had sex. I haven’t even masturbated! It has been drummed into me that sex is something that happens after marriage and masturbation is a sin.

I’m not sure I buy it all. We live in a fairly permissive society and I know many of my friends are no longer virgins. I know that almost everyone masturbates. I’ve tried it a couple of times and it felt good. But I was so self conscious I had to quit long before I reached orgasm. And even though I didn’t finish what I started I still felt guilty for even trying. That’s how uptight my parents have made me.

So I’m astounded by the things my mother said to these men in her chats. But I think I’m even more astounded to find that I’m becoming aroused by the disgusting things my mother offered to do for, and to, strange men on the internet. Maybe it’s just because this is my first real exposure to much of anything of a sexual nature and, particularly under these outrageous circumstances, it’s so intense.

By the time I finally got to the end of the chat I was nearly panting. My nipples are so hard they almost hurt and there’s no question in my mind that my pussy is sopping wet. If I had been alone and feeling this aroused I am pretty sure I would have forgotten all about my inhibitions. I would have been rubbing myself furiously right then. Many of the concepts I’m reading about are new to me. But reading about them in such lurid detail is really having an effect on me.

Except for the almost frantic slurping noises my mother is making there has been only silence from my mother and Sean while I read the chat log. Shortly after I finished I heard Sean say, “That’s a good bitch. You’re getting much better at that. Suck that cock, you kinky cunt! I’m getting close now. Get ready to drink a big load of cum.”

My head seemed to turn in that direction of its own accord. I found myself staring down at my mother working furiously to suck the large cock in her mouth. I saw Sean tense up and grab her head and swear loudly. I knew he was cumming. I’ve never seen anyone have an orgasm before. It was pretty intense.

I saw my mother struggling and trying hard to gulp down the product of his orgasm. She did it. But despite his threats, she just couldn’t do it without gagging.

She looks terrified. When she gagged her terror was magnified because of his threats. I don’t know what her punishment is going to be but it must be something pretty bad.

She finally stopped swallowing and just held his cock in her mouth while he regained his composure. He’s sitting at an angle to me. I’m able to look down and see my mother’s face. His large cock is still in her mouth.

I don’t think I can explain. In fact, I don’t think I even understood my own reaction to what my mother just did and to seeing her with a man’s cock in her mouth. It’s exciting and disgusting and scary all at once and I don’t know what to think or how to feel about all of this.

I’m sitting slightly behind our new neighbor. But I can see him well enough to make out the smug look on his face. He looks pleased and somehow I just know it’s because my mother failed to swallow his cum without gagging.

After a few minutes he pushed her head away and said, “Go get me a beer, bitch.”

She looked devastated as she stood and walked away without ever looking me in the eye. But I’m unable to feel any pity for her. She has been cheating on my father with the next door neighbor.

He hasn’t admitted it yet but it’s pretty obvious she’s being blackmailed into being here and doing these things now. I didn’t care. I’m furious. She took nude pictures of me and distributed them freely to perfect strangers. Oh my god! What if someone at my school saw those! I’d never live that down!

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