Chapter 2: Driver’s Licence. Beginning

Dan woke up with the morning light hurting his eyes, realizing he forgot to take off his pants. Still half-asleep, he got out of bed. The memory of his lost triumph from yesterday hit him like a cold shower.

Someone knocked on the door and grumbled, “Breakfast.”

At the table, everyone sat quietly, poking at their eggs and bacon. Only Mom kept glancing strangely at Frank, who was wearing a shirt instead of yesterday’s robe.

At the table, everyone quietly poked at their eggs and bacon. Mom, however, kept giving Frank, who was now wearing a shirt instead of yesterday’s robe, odd looks. As Dan quickly devoured his bacon, his eyes remained fixed on a lone photo on the dining room table. Among other framed pictures, it captured Mom in a yellow bikini against the vast sea—a memory from her recent vacation. Dan couldn’t help but notice the positive effects of years of exercise and a healthy diet on her body. In the photo, she stood, her delicate features glowing in the warm embrace of the sun.

“I have to admit, she has very nice breasts,” he thought. “Gross. Why am I even staring at it?”

“I’ll be late. Don’t wait up for me,” Frank mumbled as he walked toward the door.

“Same old story,” Nancy sighed, brushing the black curls from her eyes.

Dan’s gaze shifted to his mother, and the memories of the blackmailer’s demands suddenly came flooding back, making his heart beat faster with worry.

Trying to break the quiet feeling in the room, Jack spoke up, “Hey Mom, can I catch a ride with you to do some stuff?”

“Of course, honey,” she replied, offering a reassuring smile.

Dan prodded a piece of bacon with his fork, his mind wandering aimlessly as he ate his breakfast. Suddenly, a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. “She keeps her driver’s license in her bag; I can easily use it for ID”.

Shocked by his own inner dialogue, he let out a small gasp, coughed, and muttered “Gosh” under his breath, hoping no one had heard him.

“What’s wrong?” Nancy asked, studying Dan’s face when he coughed.

“Choked on food?” Jack asked with a smirk.

“Nothing. Just remembered something. I’m not hungry. Thanks.”

He swiftly got up from the table and made his way to his room. Dan sat there, deep in thought, thinking hard about what he was considering.

“Am I really going to do this?” He silently passed the threshold of his room and tiptoed towards parent’s room. His palms were clammy as he reached for the leather purse hanging on the doorknob. The driver’s license he needed was inside. With no one in sight, Dan quickly retrieved his phone from his pocket and deftly located the ID he sought: Nancy Clark. With just a few clicks, his task was complete.

“What are you doing?” his Mom’s voice sliced through the tranquility, startling him and causing the ID to slip from his fingers. Swiftly, he hid his phone in his pocket to avoid getting caught.

“Oh, um, I was just...” he mumbled, picking up the dropped card. “I wanted to check if your driver’s license was still in place, that’s all.”

“Wanted to check If my driver’s license was still in place?” She scrutinized the ID, looking for any alterations. “You are bad at lying, Danny. You know that? I hope you haven’t gotten yourself into any trouble. If you need money, just ask.”

“No. I don’t need money, Mom. And no, I haven’t gotten into any trouble,” he hastily straightened up, eager to escape the awkward moment. “I should get back to work.”

She stepped back to let him go. Dan unintentionally glanced at her neckline. She had stunning, full breasts adorned with freckles. She wore a business suit, and the snug jacket gently highlighted the contours of her bosom.

Does his mother fit the description of a MILF? Perhaps. More likely yes than no.

Before he left, she said with a bit of annoyance, “And, Danny, it would be great if you could avoid messing with my things from now on.” Her tone was firm, making it clear she didn’t want any arguments.

“Sure,” he said, walking away, her serious look staying with him even after he had gone.

After tidying up the room, Dan settled down at his laptop and scrutinized the photos he had just taken. Doubt crept into his mind. Is he really going to do this? He couldn’t understand why Anonymous needed his mom’s ID.

After sending the requested photos to the blackmailer, Danny was met with a swift response that made his blood boil. “Your mom’s a real banger, ain’t she?” read the crude message.

Danny’s face twisted in disgust, “I don’t care.”

The response he received was hardly apologetic. “Sorry to hear that, buddy. You’re missing out on her beauty, though”.

Dan resisted the urge to hurl his laptop across the room. “Will you return my money?” he typed, hoping to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Yes, I can do that for you, but there is one condition that needs to be met. You see. I require a home video of you and your mother together.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion. “What exactly do you mean by a ‘home video’? I don’t understand,” he replied.

“You know exactly what I mean,” came the response, dripping with malice and contempt. “Don’t try to play dumb, Danny. You’re smarter than that.”

Danny’s stomach turned as the full weight of the situation hit him, and he felt a surge of anger rising within.

“I can’t believe you would even suggest something so vile. You can’t be serious.”

“I am. Think again, Danny. You know what’s at stake here. Make it happen, and make sure your mother’s pretty face is perfectly captured on camera. And don’t even think about cheating. I know your face and you have just showcased to me your mother. I’ll give you a deadline of nine months. That should be plenty of time for you to get everything in order”

Danny felt his heart sink. “Nine months? How can you expect me to do something like that?” he protested weakly, his mind racing to find a way out of the impossible situation.

“Use this time with purpose,” came the reply. “Do whatever it takes to get the job done. Study up, and do some research. Check some guides on the internet or other stuff. Just make sure you deliver video on time.”

He knew he couldn’t let this person win, but the cost of failure was almost too high to bear. “I’ll do what I can”.

“Good. I’ll be in touch,” the anonymous replied. Danny was left alone with his thoughts.

As days turned into weeks, Danny remained indecisive. On one hand, he risked losing his life’s work, and on the other hand, he had to have sex ... with his mother. It is absolutely impossible to even imagine such a thing. His mother and sex? Gross. Imagining how she does that with someone feels disgusting, and he’ll also have to be involved as the other person.