Copyright 2003 by the Wraith390

25-minutes ago Rebecca Miller was living the quiet suburban dream, but that came crashing down when she answered the phone. She had just put the kids on the morning bus, finished making the beds, and how she wished she had not answered the phone, and fifteen minutes from now at exactly 9:00am a man would knock on her door, and Rebecca hoped she was strong enough to do what was required to keep this man happy.

Rebecca always laughed when her friends called her the classic soccer mom, but if her friends knew the horror of what was required of her today they would not be so eager to have her life. Rebecca was on the verge of tears as she remembered the phone call from her husband, Brian. He sounded anxious, nervous, and not quite himself. Rebecca listened to Brian's scared whispering voice on the phone as he said, "Please Becky, you have to help me! I've made a terrible mistake, and I'm going to be arrested and go to jail if you don't help me. PLEASE... Oh God Becky I was caught. I did it for us Becky. For our future, but I was so stupid. Becky, the lawyer needs to talk to you now, but Please Becky, I'm so sorry to ask this of you, but you have to help me."

"Hi Rebecca, I'm Stan Wells, and I'm an attorney, and I'm working very hard to keep your husband out of jail. I was paid a retainer, and told to contact your husband. My client wanted to set up a meeting with your husband. Rebecca, I'm going to need you to be brave, and do some things to keep your husband out of jail. Do you think you could do that Rebecca?"

"Yes! Anything."

"Good girl Rebecca. Now I've talked to my client, and we discussed some of the particulars of the case, and then I presented the deal to your husband, and he agreed, but he was adamant you had to make the final decision. Rebecca, here's the deal, the witness will destroy all the evidence against your husband, and the matter will be dropped, but you will have to trade some sexual favors for the afternoon, and follow the directions from my client, and around dusk your husband, Brian will be arriving home a free man. What do you say Rebecca?"

Rebecca collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table, and thought, "I have to do this or my kids will grow up without a father. The lawyer said I had to follow the directions of a stranger, and I have to act like I am enjoying it. How can I do that? I can do this to save my family!" Rebecca leaned on the table for support, and said, "Yes, I can do it to keep Brian safe." But Rebecca was barely listening to the lawyer as he explained what was expected of her.

Ding Dong!

"Oh my god he's here!" Rebecca mumbled. Rebecca was not happy about having to wear a short skirt, and shirt that showed some cleavage. She opened the back door, and expected a strange man, but saw her friend's 18 year-old son, Matt Webber, standing there smiling like he lost his mind. "What do you want Matt? Please make it quick I'm expecting someone."

"Sure thing Mrs. Miller. I was in bed thinking about your fine luscious body again, and I thought if I came over, and asked. You might lift your sweater and show me your tits. Uhm... Can I see your tits Mrs. Miller?"

SLAP!

Rebecca slapped his face about as hard as she could, and screamed, "You can't talk to me like that!" and Rebecca thought, "I can't believe he'd ask such a rude question. This is too much to take! I'm so worried about my husband, and I have some idiot teen playing games." Rebecca was furious, and yelled, "Get off my deck! I'm calling your mother! How dare you insult me like that!"

"Your absolutely right Mrs. Miller." Matt said, rubbing his left cheek. "I'm sorry, I was suppose to tell you something first." Matt said calmly He pulled out a cel phone out of his backpack, and started dialing. "I'm leaving like you ask, and tell lawyer Stan your not interested. Goodbye Mrs. Miller. Hope your husband doesn't drop the soap in prison."

"NOOOOO! Please don't dial! I didn't know it was you. I'm sorry!" Rebecca rushed out the door and grabbed Matt by the shoulders.

"I don't know Mrs. Miller. I asked you an innocent question and you slapped my face, and told me to go home, so goodbye Mrs. Miller." Matt said turning and walking away from Mrs. Miller.

"Please don't! I'll do anything you want! That's what I was told you wanted. Please... I just want my husband to come home safe!" Rebecca pleaded. Rebecca was growing desperate as Matt kept walking home and he put his cel phone to his ear. She swallowed her pride, and she screamed out, "I'll do anything!"

"You'll do anything, Huh?" Matt said. He turned around, closed his phone, and smiled. He could not believe his plan actually worked. He walked back towards Mrs. Miller and thought about everything he ever dreamed of doing to Mrs. Miller, and if everything went right he would end up owning her.

"Yes, but please tell me why Matt. Why do you want to do this to my family... to me? I'm a close friend of your mother. I babysat you when you were little. I thought we were friends." Rebecca said. She was thankful Matt closed the cel phone.

"OK, I'll answer your question after you answer mine. I've always wondered, how big are your tits Mrs. Miller?" He said looking directly at her breasts.

'I wear... Uhm... Please don't do this to me Matt. Please just let my husband come home. Please I'm begging you Matt. Money! I can give you some money, and we can forget this ever happened."

"Mrs. Miller, do you think I'm going to help you, without sampling some of the things your husband promised me? Do you Mrs. Miller? He said, I would be very pleased when I saw you naked, and he also said you were spectacular in bed. Mrs. Miller, he even gave me pointers on where and how you liked to be touched. We talked about your honeymoon, and your fantasies. Do you know the things lawyer Stan suggested I do to you? Some of his ideas made me sick, but I still want to try them with you."

"Please Matt..." Rebecca whispered defeated. She was shocked her husband would betray her like that, but she did agree to do this to keep him out of jail. Rebecca was confused. She never expected anyone she knew to show up on her doorstep, let alone her best friend's son. Rebecca shivered at the prospects of what the day would entail, and wondered how would she face her friend after today.

"Lawyer Stan said if you complained or hesitated to follow directions during our time together to call him, and he'd take your husband straight to the police. So I'll ask you one last time. How big are your tits?" Matt said leering at Rebecca's tits.

"I'm a 36D." She was disgusted that she had to answer.

"See Mrs. Miller, that wasn't too bad now was it. Smile." Matt pulled out his camera and took a picture of her face, and then took a close-up picture of her tits, and said, "Mrs. Miller, I need you take a deep breath, and really push out your tits. Of all my mother's friends I've always liked your tits the best. Mrs. Miller, did you know every time you came to visit my mom I spent the night staring down your blouse or up your skirt. Did you know I had to beat off every time you wore your yellow bikini? Oh how I loved the way your nipples pushed against the yellow fabric whenever you climbed out of the pool. Hell, I'm starting to sport wood just thinking about your yellow bikini."

Matt could see his comments were humiliating Mrs. Miller, and he reached down and rubbed his growing erection. He loved the way she blushed, and adverted her eyes from his groin. He remembered all the times he spent trying to look down her blouse or up her skirt over the years, but today he could do anything he wanted, and he wanted to humiliate her first. Matt never talked or acted rude around a woman before, and it excited him. He watched as the humiliation crossed Rebecca's face and he continued to stroke his cock, and said, "Mrs. Miller, turn around so I can look at your sweat ass, and those fine long legs." Matt watched her face tighten, and he almost came when she turned around. The moment was so erotic because he knew in that second she was his to do with as he pleased.

Rebecca struggled with her emotions. She wanted to scream at him this is no way to act or talk to a grown woman, but got a hold of herself, and turned around without saying anything, but when Matt told her to touch her toes she bit her lip, and hated herself when she bent over. She felt humiliated, and blushed when she bent over and felt her short skirt ride up the backs of her thighs, but continued until she touched her toes, and thought, "I'm doing this to save my family." Rebecca stayed bent over, and waited in silence for his rude comments to start.

"Hey Mrs. Miller, you've got a smokin ass. Did you know that if your skirt was an inch shorter, or if I leaned over just a bit I'd be able to see your panties? Stand up. I wonder if your husband was lying to me when he said you looked great naked. I can't believe my luck today. Turn around I want to look at your big tits again. Hell, yesterday I had to behave like a gentleman, and had to sneak sideways looks at your big juicy tits. Not today. This is so cool! Take a deep Breath Mrs. Miller. Yes! You do have the best tits of all my mother's friends. Damn, Mrs. Miller you have a great set of tits." Matt waited and watched her blush a little deeper, and he could see she was struggling to remain calm, and he almost laughed out loud when he said, "Mrs. Miller I said, you have a great set of tits. That was a complement. Didn't your mother teach you to say thank you? Now take another deep breath, push those meat melons out, and say thanks Matt for complimenting my big tits.

Rebecca was having a hard time listening to this neighborhood teen while he took pictures of her body, but she kept thinking, "I have to do this to save my husband. It will be over soon. I can survive this." She hesitated as long as she could, but in the end knew she had no choice. Rebecca took a deep breath, and she blushed as her tight sweater molded itself across her tits, and was horrified when she noticed her hard nipples could clearly be seen. She was humiliated she had to push out her chest, and loathed answering him, but anything to save her family, and said, "Thank you Matt, for complimenting my breasts."

"No! Do it right. I really want you to push your tits out, and I mean way out. You're pissing me off Mrs. Miller. I want these pictures to document our day together. I don't want any sad faces in them, so push your tits out, and put a smile on your face."

Rebecca was mad at her friend for raising such a rude son, and with every second she was becoming more agitated, and fought not to break down and cry. Rebecca was concerned, because he was making her degrade herself, and she knew deep down it would only get worse, and there was nothing she could do about it, but she could not explain why her nipples were so hard. She took another deep breath, and pushed her chest out farther than the last time, and with all the humiliation she was feeling she said, "Thank you Matt for complementing my big tits."

"God, Mrs. Miller that was great. Damn, you have a sweet body. I loved the way your shirt stretched across your big tits, and the way your hard nipples were poking out from under your shirt. Oh man that was so great. Do it again! But this time lean forward, so I can see down your shirt. Yea, that's it. Damn baby push those tits out. Come on, don't be shy, and bend over some more. Fuck this! I can't see anything. Hold your shirt open or something." Matt watched as Rebecca leaned over, took another deep breath. He was getting ready to yell at her when she arched her back, and took her right index finger and pulled her sweater away from her body, and this time he could clearly see her entire bra. Matt said, "Nice tits Mrs. Miller, now hold that pose while I take your picture showing me your bra. Look here, and smile. Now I want you to straighten up, and cup both of your tits. That's great; now smile. Now lean back, and really arch your back, and make sure you push your tits out." He watched the sweater stretch tightly across her tits again, and said, "I think you like this Mrs. Miller. Look at how hard your nipples are. I bet your little panties are wet because you really do like doing everything I say."

Rebecca felt her eyes start to tear up, and she quickly blinked back the tears. She was frightened by his words because she could feel her nipples were rock hard, and her panties were beginning to get damp. Rebecca was never so humiliated as when she had to maneuver around to allow this creep to take pictures down her sweater, and from different angles while she smiled like a bimbo, but deep inside she was worried her body seemed to like Matt's treatment of her, and she grew increasingly aroused while she posed for his pictures, and posed like it was her idea. Rebecca closed her eyes, and tried to forget she was outside on her deck and posed for pictures she would never let her husband take. Rebecca took another deep breath, and at the same time she pulled on her hard nipples when Matt told her to. She prayed Matt did not hear her quiet moan.

Mrs. Miller, could you please lift up your sweater so I can take another picture? You body seems to like me taking pictures of you today, but remember anytime you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask, and I will immediately leave your home. I will have to call lawyer Stan, but I will leave." Matt knew she would never tell him to leave, and he could just tell her to do it, but he wanted her to humiliate herself.

"Please Matt, don't do this to me outside. Please let's go inside. I promised, I would do whatever it took to get my husband home, and I will, but please... you have to let me go inside. Please... My neighbors will see. Please Matt..." She was worried about her neighbors, and didn't want them to see she was acting like a slut for a neighborhood kid.

"Mrs. Miller, I know you want to lift up your sweater. Don't try to deny it. I can tell you want to obey me, so just ask me Mrs. Miller, and I bet your cunt is getting wetter just thinking about showing me your tits, and you know I can see your desire to please me. Look at your nipples Mrs. Miller; they're hard as diamonds. Ask me Mrs. Miller, you know you want to."

"For god's sake, please let's go inside first." Rebecca pleaded. She wanted to shout you're wrong, but her clit throbbed for his attention, and she hated the fact she was actually aroused by this boy's crudeness.

"Mrs. Miller, I'll make it easy on you. I'll give you a choice. You can either ask me to go home, or you can ask me if you can pull up your shirt and show the neighborhood your bra."

Rebecca blushed because she thought Matt was right about her, and clenched her thighs tightly together. Rebecca fought not to moan because it felt so good, and shuffled her feet unconsciously when she thought about how Matt would use her today, and almost reached out and cupped her breasts. Rebecca was quietly hoping, but as she looked into his eyes she knew there was no hope, and she swallowed her pride, and said reluctantly, "Please... Can... Can I... S... show the... the... Show the neighbors my bra Matt?"

"Absolutely Mrs. Miller." Matt saw a change in Rebecca like she had a willingness to obey, and he almost laughed at her when he saw she shifted her feet like she had to pee.

Rebecca felt the first tears start to fall down her lovely face as she untucked her copper colored knit sweater from her skirt. She slowly pulled up her sweater, hoping he would change his mind, but as she got the sweater to just under her bra she quickly raised the sweater, and showed her white silk bra just for a second, and quickly pulled it back down. She was humiliated, as she looked around her backyard at all her neighbors' houses. She prayed no neighbors were looking out their windows to see she acted like a slut for a boy half her age.

"Mrs. Miller that was way too quick. I'll tell you when I'm done taking pictures of your bra. Pull your shirt back up, and I bet your pussy got wet when you lifted your sweater. Didn't it? Show me your fun bags Mrs. M."

"Please Matt let's go inside. I'll do whatever you want inside. I just want to keep my family together, and my husband out of jail." Rebecca fought her body, but every time Matt commented on her body in a crass way she felt a ripple of pleasure, and she could not bear she might have to lift her skirt because she was afraid he would notice the large wet spot on her panties.

"Mrs. Miller, you know your body is screaming for you to obey me, so just do it, willingly, but remember in the end you will do as I say or..." Matt points to the backpack.

Rebecca knew the unsaid threat, and reluctantly pulled up her sweater. "Higher" Matt said. She was uneasy as she pulled up her sweater up over her white bra. She could not believe she was standing outside on her deck with her white bra on display to anyone that cared to look at her. She shivered as she heard the camera taking pictures, but not in fear, but in lust. She worried what Matt would do with the pictures, and worse that he might show them to his friends, but as she thought of all Matt's friends beating off to naked pictures of her, and a giant ripple of pleasure racked her body. Rebecca fought her body's arousal, but felt she was losing control, and felt another deep ripple of pleasure course through her body when she imagined she was standing in front of Matt's friends naked, and they all had their hard cocks in their hands, and were going to make her do nasty things for them.

"Mrs. Miller, take another deep breath, and really thrust them babies out for the camera. Show the camera how good your tits look." Matt loved having a beautiful grown woman at his command. "Lick your lips, and smile." He took a few more pictures before he said, "OK, you can lower your sweater." He watched Mrs. Miller fix her sweater, and could tell she thought he was done with her, and he waited for a couple seconds to build the tension, and then said, "Mrs. Miller, do you want to pull your skirt up, and show the neighbors the color of your panties? I wonder; would lifting your skirt outside for a kid you babysat make your cunt any wetter? Let's see Mrs. Miller. Ask me to let you show me your wet panties, and then we'll go inside like you asked, and you can get completely naked for me. That's what you wanted from the start. It's almost time Mrs. Miller."

Rebecca almost screamed out loud, but she got a hold of herself, and only thought. "NO! You Bastard, I do not want to show you my panties! And they are NOT wet! Well... not really. Nor do I want to get naked for you, or even let you inside my house. I'm a respectable mother, or at least I was until you made me do this stuff." Rebecca knew he just wanted to humiliate her some more, but she could not believe it would affect her like this but said, "Yes Matt. I want to go inside, and complete our photo shoot. Can I pull up my skirt?"

"Well if you really want to. OK, you can lift your skirt now."

Rebecca bent down, and grabbed the hem of her skirt, and just pulled up her skirt. She had the skirt above mid-thigh, when Matt yelled, "Slow down! Damn we have all day. I want you to tease me, and raise it a little at a time while I document the first time I get to see your panties. I should have known a slut like you would be in a rush to show the world her wet panties. Damn you're a stupid bitch. Now drop your skirt and start over."

Rebecca lost control, and started to cry. She wiped the tears off her face with the back of her left hand, but could not stop crying, and this made it worse because she felt like a little girl again. She felt powerless, but so alive as did Matt's bidding, and prayed she could survive this day to get her husband home. Rebecca was shocked by Matt's accusation she was a slut. Rebecca never cheated on her husband, nor had she ever slept with anyone but her husband. Until a few minutes ago she never had any impure thoughts about any man except her husband. She loved her husband dearly, but she secretly wished Matt would take her inside, use her hard, and make her cum like the slut he called her. She was a little worried by Matt's sudden change, and she tried to come to terms with her growing arousal. She wondered what she did wrong in her life to deserve this when she dropped her skirt, and this time slowly pulled it up and inch at a time, and waited until she heard his camera click, and she would pull it up another inch.

Matt was hard as a rock as he watched Mrs. Miller slowly raised her skirt. He dreamed of this, but in all his dreams it was nothing compared to the real thing. Matt could only stand there and stare at how sexy she looked standing there crying on her back deck holding her skirt above her waist, showing the world her white silky bikini panties. Matt took all kinds of pictures, and said, "Well I'll be. Why you little slut, look at that wet spot on your panties. I knew it. Don't move. I need a picture of that wet spot." He knelt down, and looked up at Rebecca, and smiled as she adverted her eyes as he took close-up pictures of her panties, and said, "Spread your legs Mrs. Miller, I want a nice clear picture of your wet panties." Matt stood up, and walked around her, and reached out and grabbed her ass. He felt her body jerk like she wanted to get out of the way, but she just wearily sighed, and stood there with her skirt still showing the world her panties, and let him fondle her ass. Matt liked the feel of her ass covered by silky panties, and then caressed her ass with both hands, and after a couple minutes he slid his hand under her panties, and felt her naked ass. Matt pulled his hands out of her panties, and reached around and took both of her tits in his hands, and fondled her tits. He could not believe she leaned back, and let her head rest on his shoulder, and ground her ass on his hard cock while he fondled her tits, and she let out a couple loud moans. Matt hated to stop, but he would cum if he didn't move, and he stood beside Rebecca, and pushed his right hand inside her panties and cupped her ass, and guided her to the backdoor.

Rebecca led the way into the living room, and stood directly in front of Matt's chair. She was nervous, because she knew after he fondled her he would do more, and yet she could not believe she let him touch her like only her husband should, and was humiliated she liked it so much. Rebecca was grateful but also disappointed because he quit touching her, and as she stood there in front of Matt, she watched his eyes as they traveled slowly up and down her body. She watched in fear as Matt unbuckled and then unzipped his pants. She watched his white briefs come into view, and felt a ripple of pleasure in her body as she watched him push his pants down. She swallowed nervously, and wondered what Matt would really do to her today, and secretly hoped it was something nasty. She looked at the clock on the TV, and it was only 9:30A.M., and dusk was a long way away.