The Arrangement
Copyright© 2020 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 15
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Two friends, a white Jew and a Black Christian, have forged a friendship despite racial attacks growing up. At 16, with both fathers away for long periods of time, a life-changing event happens that sends all on a sexual journey of illicit activities as one finds out about his best friend and best friend's Mom. Can they maintain their friendship while getting closer than either thought? By the author of The Awakening, Getting Caught, Changing Dynamics, Blackmailed Mom, My Desires and others.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Humiliation Rough Group Sex Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
Aaron
Ma’s been quiet about what happened and I can’t say I blame her. She just wants to forget it ever happened and I’ve gone along with it. There’s no way she can know what’s about to happen, but this is more nerve-wracking than anything I’ve experienced before.
Waiting on a blowjob with no idea how it was going to happen is one thing, but getting ready to blackmail her is something else entirely. Ma will never suspect my involvement, which is exactly how it was with Titus. Then again, I didn’t know he was going to be involved at all the first time.
I’ve spent a lot more time with Titus than I ever expected going over the details. He only threatened to tear my arm off a couple of times, which is an improvement. I think he’s starting to warm up to me.
Mom has helped with the nerves, since she’s every bit aware of what’s going to happen as her son and brother. I’m glad the moments finally arrived and wish it would have already started. The temptation to act grows stronger each day, but I manage to hold off on doing anything.
This has got to look like I’m as much in the dark as she is, which means I can’t do a fucking thing. Ma has wanted me around a lot more and doesn’t want to be left alone. To know she’s in the bed in the room next to me and me not being able to act has been brutal. I’m glad I get to slip away and deal with my desires at least a little with mom, since that’s the only reason I haven’t acted.
I’ve made excuses to be able to spend time with mom and Darius for more than just the need to get laid. Ever since it happened, she’s been terrified of me going anywhere. I don’t like seeing ma scared and wish I could comfort her in some way. The problem with comforting is I don’t think I could hold back from taking a hug to something very different.
As I wait for the moment to arrive, ma’s sitting next to me watching something. I’m running through everything and know there’s nothing left unplanned. Titus may be the one she blames, but I’m the one pulling the strings, which includes the email address she doesn’t know I have.
A knock on the door causes her to jump, but everything does these days. She trembles a little as I get up and if she could find her voice, she’d be telling me not to answer it. Every knock makes her think he’s come back to rape me. I may not have liked the tactic, but I can’t argue with results.
I open the door and he forces himself past with a box in his hands. The white material stands out well against his dark flesh and can’t be missed. Ma’s eyes widen as he pushes me towards her and closes the door behind us.
My body tenses as we rehearsed and my voices raises. “Get the fuck out of here.”
He glares at me and speaks with a tone meant to intimidate. “I go, the cops get the video of her sucking your dick. Have fun getting raped in jail.”
Ma speaks as the words reach her mind. “What do you want?”
I can hear the tremble in her voice as her breathing becomes ragged, but I don’t turn towards her. My focus in on his face and my fists are clenched tightly. This has to be convincing to ma in every way. There’s no going back, and she’s going to be mine very soon.
My voice snaps. “Bullshit. Get the fuck out of my house right now, or I will call the cops. Video be damned.”
He walks towards me with the intent to show ma just how much bigger he is compared to me. “I don’t think your mother sees it that way.”
I turn with a much practiced look of anger on my face to see a look of fear entrenched firmly on her pale face. “Ma, we don’t have to do shit. He’s bluffing.”
She shakes her head a little. “We don’t know that. I can’t risk you going to jail.”
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