Blackmailer's Web
Copyright© 2023 by afs
Chapter 9
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Dan is blackmailed to make a homevideo with his Mom
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Incest Mother Son Cream Pie Lactation Masturbation Pregnancy Slow
Dan scrolled the focus of his new camera, peering at a wall, recognizing every detail. “Ho-ho-ho,” Dan didn’t hold back. “What a great focus here. I can’t wait to fly it right in...”
He pointed the camera at the exit and suddenly saw a cutout. It was human skin with black dots and beautiful freckles. He adjusted the focus, first noticing the breasts in a floral dress, and then Nancy, drying her hands with a towel.
“Gosh, just imagine making love to this woman,” Dan whispered.
“Dinner’s ready, honey. Did you get a new camera?” She walked in and closed the door behind her.
“Yeah, I did ... It’s just ... A friend gave me a camera. It’s better than the one I was using. It’s just a camera, Mom. Relax.”
She ran her gaze lower; he wasn’t wearing underwear. He hasn’t forgotten step 6.
Step 6. Make her feel like seeing your nude body is fine. Don’t be shy. Show yourself. Make her love your man-mating body.
“Please, sweetheart, get dressed. Do you want Jack to see you?”
“I’m just a little hot, sorry,” he smiled, hiding the camera. He crossed the distance between them in one motion and kissed Nancy gently on the cheek and then on the lips. His cock pressed against her leg, leaving a couple drops of white liquid on her dress.
“Honey...” she pulled back. “Please, get dressed. Dinner is ready.” She hurried out and shut the door.
There was a dead silence at the table, cold rain beating on the window sill outside. Dan stared at the yellow bikini photo that Nancy had put back where it belonged.
“I wish I could see her breasts again,” he shifted his gaze again to Nancy who was silently eating.
Jack stood up and headed for the bathroom. A few seconds later a little bit of sauce dripped right onto Nancy’s left boob.
“Mom, you’ve got...” Dan pointed to her chest.
Nancy used a napkin to clean her mouth and looked down. “Oh, I made a mess.”
“Let me do it,” Dan leaned closer and ran his tongue over her skin.
“Danny!” Nancy whispered, seeing Jack return to the room. She hurriedly wiped the wet spot with a napkin.
Dan returned to his food, smiling.
“What’s going on with you two?” Jack said.
“With us? Nothing!” Nancy blushed thickly. The sauce fell on her chest again and she wiped it off with a napkin in a hurry, glancing at Dan.
“What did he do to you, Mom?”
“What are you talking about, honey?”
“That psycho is ruining our family!” Jack looked angrily at Dan.
“Jack! I told you not to call your brother a psycho!”
“It’s a fact! He’s a psycho! I don’t care what you say.” Jack stood up and stormed back to his room.
“Gosh. I wish I had daughters.” Nancy whispered.
“He’s still calling me a psycho, Mom.”
“Don’t listen to him, Danny.” Nancy took his hand. You’re not a psycho ... And neither am I.”
“What we did, Mom.” He tried to sound ashamed.
“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay. What happened in the kitchen wasn’t your fault. We did what the therapists told us to do, didn’t we? I’m sure it’ll help you, even though I don’t know how...”
He suddenly put his hand on her boob. “I know you don’t like it, Mom, but it’s good for my mental health. It’s not that I like you as a woman. No, I love you as a mother more and more.” His fingers ran gently over the soft freckled skin that creased from his touch.
Nancy squinted and pulled his hand away.
“Don’t cross the line, honey. This is all so wrong. God, it all started with a simple kiss on camera. My damn ovulation.”
Nancy barely whispered the last sentence, but Danny caught the words. He finished eating and ran his hand down her back.
“Would you like to have some wine and relax, Mom? You’ve had so much on your plate lately: my mental health, Dad, money, the house.”
She looked at him with a smile. “Wine? Yeah, I could use some wine. You’re probably right.”
The rain outside has gotten worse.
He continued to pour her wine, noticing how red her cheeks were getting. With each glass she became more and more relaxed, loosely adjusting her breasts under her robe, bulging her neckline into view. Her cheeks red after several glasses of wine.
“Pretty soon I’ll be promoted at work and we can forget about the money problems, the house debt and your nasty father who thinks we can’t manage at all without him. What a bastard!” She cheered a little, but then her heart dropped again. “Jack hates me.”
“Don’t say it, Mom. He loves you, but I love you more.”
Nancy looked at him tiredly and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’ve been such a diligent young man these past few months. You’ll make a wonderful husband.” She ran her hand through his hair and didn’t notice the drop of wine fall on the flesh of her breast again.
“This again...” She wanted to wipe it with a napkin.
“Let me,” he leaned over and kissed her breast where the wine was.
“Ohhh, Danny.”
He raised his head and kissed Nancy on the lips, with a bit of wine on his lips. It was a tender kiss full of love in which she drowned for a few seconds, trying to forget she is kissing her own son. The glass tipped over on the table. He took her head in his hands and continued kissing; trying to force his tongue into her mouth, but Nancy’s teeth blocked the entrance. The taste of the wine only heightened the pleasure.
“Wwphy you’re acting like my phhusbhhand, Dphanny. Agghhhhhh...”
For a moment she gave in, unable to resist his tongue and her intoxication. Their tongues entwined together, lips sharing saliva and dry red wine. He could feel the heat of her tongue, lips, and saliva on the tips of his taste buds, her jaw trembling slightly with excitement and arousal.
He tried to slip his hand between her legs, but she stopped him and broke off the kiss.
“Why ... Why did you buy a camera, Danny?” she said, looking away and wiping hot wet lips.
“What?”
“Didn’t I make it clear that our recordings are over forever? I don’t want to film us anymore, and I don’t want anything more to do with your ... your man gut, Daniel!”
“I just bought a camera for me, Mom. It has nothing to do with...”
“Don’t lie and make a fool of me!” She stood up. “I’m sorry I’m a bad mother, honey. I can’t help you with your problems. It’s too wrong and gross. I want to love you, and I want you to love me but not in this ... in this horrid way. Right now I’m drunk, I’m tired and I want to sleep. I’m so so sorry, baby. Forgive me.”
Dan saw her walk away, then he took a sip of wine. “She’s happy one moment and sad the next.”
“You say you don’t want to deal with my “man gut”?” Danny entered his parents’ bedroom. It was a deep night outside the window.
Nancy was sleeping on her back, with her hand resting on the floor. She was snoring after drinking a bottle of wine, wearing her light nightie. Traces of dried tears covered her cheeks.
He pulled down his pants. His cock was dangerously close to her mouth. He could smell the odor coming from it. He moved closer, feeling her breath envelop his cock. If she woke up, she would see his cock right away and he wouldn’t have a chance of escape.
“She sure won’t wake up after drinking so much wine.”
He focused on Mommy’s freckles on her chest and face. His knees buckled as her warm drunk breath circled his cock and then breathed back in. He automatically reached for his dick, lightly straddling it and pulling the skin taut.
His tip secreted some pearlescent liquid, allowing his mother to inhale the pleasant fragrance. Nancy’s nipples hardened through the translucent nightie.
Of course he noticed that. “Oooh, you’re making me a fucking lunatic, Mom. Why are you so damn gorgeous?” He started fidgeting even more vigorously, moving into full-on masturbation. His hand and cock jerked wildly right in front of her snoring red face.
With a slight movement, Dan pulled her nightie down, revealing a pair of breasts.
“I can’t ... hold anymore ... I’m sorry ... I’m sorry...” He couldn’t stop and bit his lip as a stream of cum spurted out onto her nightie. He aimed to avoid getting it on her face. He felt like he was thrown to the ceiling by insane euphoria. Dan grabbed the wall with free hand.
“Ughhhhh ... on your freckles, aaaahhhh. On your boobs!” He aimed precisely at her breasts, squeezing his cock with all his might as if trying to stop the floods of cum. He was so embarrassed, but also so insanely pleased at the same time.
When the waves of euphoria were over, for a while he was still coming to his senses. Nancy’s breathing intensified, absorbing the new scent with renewed fervor.
Her snores seemed to sound somewhere far away. There was only ringing in his ears. Her entire nightie and the neckline of her breasts were covered in his white cum.
“Enjoy, Mommy.”
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