Chapter 4

Mom tries to get up, but she’s too drunk now to do so on her own. “A little help?” she asks as she raises her hands in the air towards me.

I nod as I reach out for her and notice how soft they are in my hands. It takes a couple of attempts to get her off the couch, but the two of us manage. Her arm is placed across my back and she grips my shoulder. It takes a few seconds to steady mom’s body and we start to make our way to her bed.

It isn’t easy to get her centered, but she’s too drunk to fight my positioning of her. She start to drift off as I carefully remove her shoes, which have no heels, and glad I don’t need her naked for this part. Mom’s starting to snore a little as I pull out the cuffs carefully.

I start with her wrist and the black looks good against the paleness of her flesh. Mom doesn’t notice as she snores softly and I carefully make my way around her bed. Another cuff of black holds her hand in place and she can’t free herself.

I reach the foot of her bed and worry she’ll wake as I pull her stockinged foot towards the cuff, but she continues to sleep. Her other stockinged leg fights a little, but not from her waking. Mom’s legs remain parted as she softly snores and I’m ready.

She mumbles out something as I move to the edge of her bed and opens her eyes for a moment, but doesn’t notice anything. I slip my phone out of a pocket and remove the robe completely. I part my legs over her face as she slumbers and slowly lower myself down.

I’m ready to record just as soon as she wakes up. Her breath feels good on my lips as I lower myself a little further and she starts to have a hard time breathing. Mom opens her eyes and she stares up at me in confusion, which quickly turns to anger.

I start to record as I keep my pussy on her mouth and she’s giving muffled screams of anger. My eyes are focused on the phone as I watch what I record and there’s no denying it’s my mother’s face. There’s not much pleasure, since she’s not cooperating and I have to fake moaning for the video.

“Of fuck, Samantha. Eat my pussy,” I say between moans to add to the effect.

I only record about a minute of footage, since I don’t need anymore to blackmail her. My body pulls away from hers and I notice her lips are glistening. It may not have been much, but I can’t deny there was a little pleasure and did leave something behind.

“What the fuck, Jill?” Her voice is filled with tremendous anger.

“I’ll be right back, mom.” My tone isn’t quite right, but it’s pretty close.