Blackmailed Mom
Copyright© 2024 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - “I know you’re my mother and I’m your son. Get down on your knees and suck my dick. Unless you want me to fuck your ass?” Hanson's drugged him Mom, hellbent on payback. His friend Walt is going to record and participate, and his twin sister Jasmine will get in on things too. "You don’t have to burn in the fiery pits of hell. Give up your heathen ways, Hanson.” Not a chance, Mom, thinks Hanson.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
Her eyes get a little glassy, but want to give it a little more time. “You look a little warm, mom. Are you feeling OK?”
She smiles a little and speaks with a clear voice. “I feel good. You’re a good son. I know I get on your case about your soul a lot, but I worry about you.”
I nod and match her smile. “I know you do, mom. Do you want me to put some music on?”
She smiles a little wider. “What kind?”
It must be working, since mom doesn’t believe any music is good for the soul, not even the church quire. “The kind we can dance to.”
A few more drops of sweat appear on her face and glisten in the light. “You really want to dance with me?”
I grin a little at her words. “I do.”
A nod is all I need and walk over to start the music. Barry White starts and it’s supposed to be the song guaranteed to get all women wet. Mom’s convinced he’s going to hell and would never allow herself to listen to anything close to this kind of seductive voice. She hasn’t yelled at me to turn it off, which is a good thing for me.
I turn towards the door and see her swaying a little and her eyes glance over my shoulder. “Have you been here the whole time, Walt?” Her eyes struggle to focus and I know he’s in the process of pulling up the camcorder. “What is that?”
His deep voice responds as my eyes remain on her swaying body. “I’ve been here the whole time and this is a camcorder. Hanson wanted me to record the two of you dancing.”
She starts moving towards me as her smile turns to a grin. “Best not keep Walt waiting. He’s a good friend to record this for us.”
I take her by the hand and feel the heat of her flesh crawl across my arms. “You’re right, mom. We shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
I pull her close to me and her hands reach around my waste. Our hips start to move slowly together and spin to show both our faces to the camera. Mom needs to know there’s no way out once the blackmail begins. Her breath reaches my lips and I can smell the wine caress my nostrils.
My hands press against her back as hers move a little closer to my ass, which causes my already hard dick to twitch between our clothed flesh. Her eyes show recognition and her lips become a wide grin. Mom’s body this close to mine is something I thought would never happen, but here it is and I owe Walt everything.
Her voice has a touch of excitement I’ve never heard, which tells me the X is working as promised. “Is that what I think it is?”
I nod as I look deep into her glassy eyes and continue to dance. “If you mean my hard dick, then that’s exactly what it is.”
A little shock hits her face, but the excitement remains. “We’re just dancing. You shouldn’t get one of those from dancing with me.”
I hold her eyes and know I can’t screw this next part up. “I can’t help it, mom. You have such a sexy face.”
