10 Oct 2018, 10:23
Here's Chapter 15. If you read it all so far, WOW, you're a star and I hope you like this penultimate chapter. The ending comes right after this.
If this is your first chapter reading, if you like it, try a few more chapters. If you have any thoughts for new stories, let me know.
Chapter 15: Mummy Knows Best
We’d spent hours talking over how to deal with the mother of Chris, Cindy and Tricia, and how we were going to get the incestuous bitch under our control.
In the end we decided that it wouldn’t be enough to just have Chris give his account on video of how she’d been molesting him for two years, since he’d been only 12-years old who would believe him? Even if he described in detail all the disgusting and perverse sexual acts that his mother had performed on him while his father was away, it would still be his word against hers. Embarrassing, yes, but would it be enough to get her to do whatever we wanted? I didn’t think so.
What we needed was hard evidence against her – and that could only come from filming her abusing her son. And that would be tricky. Would Chris willingly help us set her up?
After Chris had given himself up to me, physically, sexually and emotionally, the answer was a resounding YES. He wanted to destroy her for the torture and humiliation that he had endured at her hands.
What we needed though were video cameras small enough to hide in Chris’ room, and easy enough for him to operate at short notice. Thankfully we had the resources of Nico to call on.
I called his phone, but didn’t tell him much - just that it was to help get ‘his’ family under control - but it was enough for Nico to put me in touch with a Private Detective who specialised in under-cover surveillance. He lent us two of his tiny, battery-operated cameras and a remote control that could switch them both on or off at the press of a button.
The Private Dick gave us some advice about setting up the cameras around Chris’ room. That was a big risk- it’s hard to hide cameras from a nosy Mum, always curious about what her son is up to. But we figured that we only needed to have them in place for a few days and then we would have all the material we needed.
Chris tested that everything worked, then I briefed him on what we needed him to do.
“Listen Chris,” I said, while the girls sat on my bed listening, “We need to get some really incriminating stuff on your Mum.” He sat on the bed between his twin sisters, eyes wide, looking scared.
“We might only get one chance at her, so try to make sure the camera angles are good. And when she makes you do stuff, try to make it look like she’s forcing you,” I told him, “Resist a little. Protest. Cry a bit, like she’s really abusing you. Not too much though or she will suspect something.”
Chris nodded and swallowed hard. He was nervous and looking pale.
“If she catches me…I don’t know what she’ll do,” he stammered, tears in his eyes.
“Listen Chris,” I said, “She’s been abusing you for years. This is your chance to get back at her. Do it right and she’ll never touch you again, you’ll be mine. You want that, right Chris?”
The boy nodded and gave a shy smile. I figured that we were as ready as we could get.
It was only two days later that I got a breathless call from Chris telling me that it had happened. His Mum had come to his room after school and he’d pressed the button, just as we’d planned.
We all gathered around the TV in my living room, the first camera connected and ready to play. Chris and the girls were scrunched up on my sofa, eager looks on their faces. I was sitting in my favourite armchair.
I pressed ‘Play’.
The view was Chris’ bedroom. The angle looked weird, but this camera had been hidden mid-way up Chris’ bookshelf, pointing down at the centre of his bed. Chris was sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking off camera.
“How was school today Christine,” said a mocking female voice from out of the picture. I guessed it was ‘Mum’. The sound quality was good, and so was the sharpness of the image.
“It was OK,” Chris answered in a small voice.
“Put this on for me, I bought it for you and it arrived today, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself in it.” A large, black, shiny object flew into shot and landed in front of Chris on the bed. He looked down at it and picked it up - it looked like something made from glossy black latex.
“Please Mum, I don’t want to,” Chris whimpered. “Good boy,” I thought.
“Shut up and put it on you fucking little faggot,” the harsh woman’s voice commanded, “You know you like dressing up.” I felt a twitch in my cock. She sounded like a perfect bitch!
On screen Chris started to blubber a little, wiping his eyes with his palms.
“Please Mum, don’t make me,” he sobbed.
A woman suddenly marched into view on screen. God she was hot! Wearing a green silk blouse, open all the way down the front, her gorgeous tits jiggled as she strode around the bed.
“I said put the fucking thing on,” she hissed, grabbing Chris by the hair and pulling him to his feet. She was shorter than Chris by a head, even with her high heels. A tight black skirt almost reached her knees. “What a great ass!” I thought as I watched her start pulling the clothes off her son. Her long auburn hair flowed over her shoulders as she dragged Chris’ tee shirt off.
It was a great shot and it was almost like being in the room. I was almost panting with excitement as we watched this vixen stripping her son, flushed with her own lust, calling him every dirty word ever used to describe a homosexual.
“Jesus this is great!” I said without looking away from the screen, “It’s just what we need, well done Chris.”
On screen Chris was now totally naked and sobbing with humiliation, standing in front of his lust-crazed mother.
“Now put the fucker on!” she almost screamed into her son’s face. She snatched up the object from the bed and thrust it against his chest. I’d guessed right, it was a full-length latex cat suit, all black and glossy - just like my red one.
It’s a struggle to get into these tight catsuits, and Chris struggled. His dearest Mum helped him along with a string of curses and a few hard slaps to his ass.
Despite what Chris might have said in his protests, his cock was definitely not protesting and was fully erect as he finally got the all-enclosing latex zipped up.
The zipper running under Chris’ balls and ass was open, and his cock poked out of the black latex, all white and engorged, betraying him in front of his mocking mother.
“You see faggot, I told you you’d like it,” Mum said, and gave Chris a hard push so that he fell onto his back on the bed. “Stay right there, queer boy,” she commanded and disappeared off camera for a few seconds.
When she came back into view she hiked up her skirt and climbed on the bed, straddling her son’s body. She had two pairs of handcuffs and she used these to secure Chris’ wrists to the head of his bed, making him helpless.
“There, now I can use you as long as I want,” Mum laughed.
After climbing off the bed, she slowly stripped off her blouse and skirt, folding them neatly and lying them on the bedside table. She seemed to be humming to herself.
“My God, what a sexy bitch,” I muttered to myself, my cock getting harder by the second. I was going to need some relief myself if things carried on like this.
I looked over at Chris and the girls. He was leaning back on the sofa, his hands covering his face, as though he was ashamed to watch. The girls were leaning forward, eyes glued to the screen.
“Chris,” I called, “Do you really want to watch this?”
“No,” I heard him whisper, “I just wanted to make sure it was all…OK.”
“That’s good Chris, it’s certainly more than just OK. But, it’s also pretty hot to watch, so why don’t you come over here and suck me off. That way you don’t need to see it, and I can get off in your mouth.”
Chris shrugged and dragged himself off the sofa, getting down on all-fours and crawling over between my legs. His nimble fingers eased down my zip and pulled my stiff cock out into the cool air. Without a word his soft warm lips slid over my cockhead and he began to suck.
“Good boy,” I said, almost moaning with pleasure, and ruffled his hair to show my appreciation.
On screen, Mum was down to her stockings and high heels, and crawling back up her son’s supine, latex-encased body. She stopped when she was straddling his knees.
“I love latex, did I ever tell you that Christine?” Mum said, running her hands slowly up and down the shiny rubber, from his knees to his crotch. “I love the feel, the smell, and the taste.” And she bent forward and started sniffing and licking the glossy black material, leaving wet trails across his stomach and chest.
As she licked and sniffed, she began to rub her pussy against Chris’ left knee, grinding herself slowly and forcefully into his latex-covered leg.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I’m going to keep you here a long-time baby boy. I’m going to use you all evening.
It was fantastic, watching that slut’s sweet ass on screen, grinding on her boy’s leg, moaning, while that same boy was kneeling between my legs right now, his sucking mouth drawing similar moans from me.
After a few minutes she dragged her juicy cunt up the rest of his leg and knelt above his hips, her sex barely inches from her son’s throbbing, drooling, hard-on.
“Now baby,” she crooned, “Mummy is going to ride your stiffy. But you’re not going to cum inside your Mummy are you baby?” And she laughed, knowing very well that he wouldn’t cum unless she fucked him up the ass with one of his large rubber cocks.
On screen Chris managed to shake his head and plead, “Please Mum, don’t do this. Please. I don’t want you to.”
The bitch just laughed again, and eased herself onto her son’s enormous cock, groaning as she slid down the solid length of young muscle.
“Ooh yesssss baby, that’s where Mummy wants it,” she sighed, as she settled her ass on his balls, fully impaled on his erection.
As I watched her fucking her son, changing positions - cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sprawling across his latex-dressed body, grinding, moaning, cumming over and over, I couldn’t hold back either.
“Suck me Chris,” I groaned, watching the screen, my hands pressing his head down on my shaft. “Deepthroat me Chris, take it all in,” I instructed.
The 14-year old boy obliged and I felt my cockhead enter his throat, his gag reflex squeezing my cock like a hand.
“Oh God Chris, I’m cumming,” I grunted, as I pumped my load straight down his throat, my hands holding him in position until I was totally empty.
Mum was in a reverse cowgirl grind, hair damp with sweat, but still calling out obscenities - abusing her son both physically and verbally - when the screen suddenly went black.
I pulled my spent cock out of Chris’ mouth, throat slime mixed with cum oozed out and dripped off his chin.
“Well I guess either the battery went flat, or the camera ran out of memory space,” I said, “But whatever, we’ve got enough just on this one camera to break the bitch. Well done Chris, you’re a brave boy.” And I pulled the boy’s head into my crotch so he was nestled between my thighs, my limp cock resting on top of his head.
The other camera showed the same scenes, just from a different angle, so there wasn’t much new to add. I just had Annita work on pulling the files together to show the best angle of ‘Mum’ using her boy as a sex toy - only took her a couple of hours.
As Annie did her thing with the films I had a chat with Chris and the twins.
“So, Chris, how long did your Mum go on doing that stuff with you - was there much more after the camera stopped?”
Chris nodded and said, “Yes, she stopped a couple of times to get her breath back, and think of new things to do with me.” He looked sad and embarrassed.
The two little girls sat either side of their big brother and hugged him. So cute.
“So, what do you think, she went on for two or three hours?”
Chris nodded again.
“Did she let you cum at the end Chris? At least she did that for you didn’t she?”
Chris shook his head, “No, as soon as she was finished she unlocked me and went for a shower. It took ages to get out of that rubber suit by myself.”
“How about that about the latex catsuit, did you like wearing it?”
Chris looked up at me and said, “Yes, it was like when I wore yours. I liked it. But not with HER!”
I decided that we shouldn’t wait before confronting that bitch of a mother with our evidence. We had what we wanted, so why wait? Besides, she was a beautiful bitch, and I wanted some of that ass as soon as I could get at it.
The next day, when Chris came out of school, we met at his front gate and went in to confront the Mummy Monster together. My first impression was, what a great house! The driveway was long and the garden neat and tidy. This was a big house - the biggest in the street by the look of it.
Chris let us in through the front door, and again the place was impressive. A large hallway, well-lit and very nicely decorated. Lots of good taste on display.
Walking down a short hallway, Chris opened a door into what turned out to be a spacious living room. Mummy was sitting on a sofa, reading a glossy magazine - a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table beside her.
What a gorgeous woman. The light from the front window fell across her hair, highlighting its gorgeous rich colour. She was wearing a pale blue dress that showed-off her figure wonderfully.
“Well, hello Chris,” she said, looking up from the magazine, her voice deep and husky. And I fell in love with that voice, it sounded like aural caramel.
“Chris, I’ve told you before, you should always tell me if you plan to bring someone home. Now, who is this?” She seemed relaxed and completely at ease as she put the magazine down on the sofa, turning her full attention to us.
“Hello Mrs. Grant,” I said, my mouth feeling dry. For some reason this woman excited me, but made me nervous, “I’m a friend of Chris’.”
“Mmm,” she said, looking me up and down with remarkably green eyes - like sparkling jade. “A friend of Chris’? I see. Well, I don’t remember seeing you before. You’re not a teacher from school are you? No, I know all his teachers. No, wait, I have seen you before - at school, yes, I never forget a face.”
I felt a moment of panic, did she know me?
“Look Mrs. Grant, I’m here to…” but she cut me off with a snap of her slim fingers.
“I’ve got it,” she smiled, “I’ve seen you with a girl - your daughter? At school and down the street. Yes, that’s it. Your daughter hangs around with that Alice girl from across the street. I’ve seen them together, and you too.”
The conversation was not going as I’d planned and was definitely getting out of control.
“Your daughter should be careful of that Alice, she has some nasty friends, and she’s a total slut,” she advised. And I couldn’t argue with that advice.
“Listen Mrs. Grant,” I tried again, “I’m a friend of Chris’ and he’s been telling me a lot of things about you and him.” Finally, I got it out.
A look of surprise crossed that wonderful face, and two well-trimmed eyebrows rose. “Really Chris, what have you been saying now? I hope you’ve not be silly, making up stories?”
Mrs. Grant crossed her legs. The swish of nylon crossing nylon dragged my eyes down, all the way to her shoes. They looked like the same high heels she’d worn when she rode Chris on the video. My cock twitched and I couldn’t help licking my lips.
“Mrs. Grant, it’s not just making up stories, we have evidence.” I patted my jacket pocket where the DVD was nestling. Chris stayed silent, his head down, looking at the carpet.
“Evidence? Evidence of what Mr…?” Her lips wore a mocking smile and her amazing eyes glittered with amusement. She didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed by the situation.
I took the DVD out of my pocket and held it up for her to see. “This DVD shows you doing some very naughty things to your son Mrs. Grant. Things that I doubt you want anyone else to see. Do you want to see what’s on it?”
She stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. The delicious smell of her perfume reached me first. She was quite short, but wonderfully well put together. “Of course we should watch it,” she said, smiling and reaching for the DVD, “How else can I understand what you’re talking about. Take a seat while I set up the TV.”
Cool. Very cool. Very hot. I watched her ass closely as she bent down to insert the disc into the DVD player under the huge flat-screen TV. I sat next to Chris on the sofa opposite the one she had been sitting on.
I was feeling excited, wondering what her reaction would be to the film - anger, panic, submission? Would she cave in and accept my blackmail? I could almost feel those full red lips wrapped around my cock as she pleaded for mercy.
The TV screen showed the bedroom scene we’d watched before, and I watched Mum’s face for signs of shock and humiliation. She leaned forward in her seat, elbows on her knees, resting her chin on her knuckles.
She seemed totally absorbed in the on-screen action, her face showing very little emotion. Just a slight frown, or a little smile, as the TV showed her stripping her son, and forcing him into the latex catsuit. Her obscenities sounded loud in the otherwise silent lounge, as she abused Chris verbally. Then she herself was stripping and rubbing herself against him, telling us all how much she loved latex. And finally, there she was, mounting her boy and riding him to multiple orgasms.
When finally the screen went black, she sat back on the sofa.
“Mmmm,” she said, nodding slowly, “That was very impressive. Quite a performance. I particularly liked the reverse cow-girl scene, very professional I thought. Yes, overall, I think I looked very good, well done.” And she smiled.
That was a surprise. Now I was totally confused. She should have been pale and shaking. Embarrassed and scared witless that I would expose her. What was this “well done” bullshit?
“Mrs. Grant,” I said sternly, trying to impose some kind of authority, “You don’t seem to appreciate the position you’re in. If that DVD gets to your husband, or the police, you’re going to find yourself in big trouble.”
She smiled again and shook her head, her hair tumbling over her elegant shoulders. “No, I don’t think so,” she said calmly. “I don’t believe that you will send that anywhere. You say you’re a friend of Chris’, well I’m guessing that you’ve been a lot more to him than just a friend, isn’t that so Chris?”
Chris blushed and looked harder at the carpet.
She went on, “As you’ve seen, my Chris actually likes what we do, despite his complaining. You can see that from the reaction of his cock, which I’m sure you agree is quite an impressive one. Have you sampled Chris’ cock yourself? Are you gay Mr….?”
The conversation was going away from me again.
“No, Mrs. Grant, I’m not gay. That’s not important. What is important is that we have evidence of you abusing your son.”
“Well, what about it?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. “You have an excellent film of us together. But what do you expect to gain from it?”
This was more like it. Now we were getting somewhere.
“What I expect,” I said, with a confident smile, “is that you will do what I tell you to do. If you don’t want this video going further, then you will follow my instructions.”
“Intriguing,” she said with a puzzled expression on her face, “and just what is it you will instruct me to do? Is it money you want?”
“No Mrs. Grant…” I started but she cut me off.
“Oh, do call me Monica,” she said. “All this Mrs. Grant stuff is just too boring. And what is your name? I keep asking and you’re just being rude not introducing yourself.”
She was so frustrating. She wasn’t flustered at all, and just kept throwing me off track.
“Listen Mrs. Grant, Monica, no, I don’t want money. What I want is you.” I managed to get it out at last.
She laughed out loud. “Me? You want me? What do you mean, you want me?”
I agree it sounded a bit dumb said out loud, but it’s true.
“I mean, I want you to do exactly what I tell you. And if you don’t want that video sent out, the first thing I want is…sex, with you, now.”
She laughed again, only this time longer, and louder, until tears ran from her eyes.
“Oh, dear me,” she said when she could get her breath. “I can imagine how you might feel after watching that video, I’m feeling quite hot and bothered myself, but really. You can’t just expect me to jump into bed with you because you have a sex video of me. Really, that was so funny.”
What the hell was I going to have to do to get this woman under control?
“Look Monica, let’s start from the beginning,” I said, “One step at a time so that you understand, OK?”
She nodded and settled herself down. “OK, but only if you tell me your name.”
“OK, a
ight, my name is Bob, OK. Can we start now?”
She nodded and said, “Good, I’m happy to meet you Bob. Now you can start.”
“Right, the situation is this, I have a video of you having sex with your son. That is illegal. He’s also underage, so that makes it even worse. And you do not want anyone else to see that video, right?”
She nodded and gave me an encouraging smile. Why the smile? She should be shaking in her shoes at the idea.
I frowned. Surely she didn’t intend to call my bluff. After all, there was no way I would actually send the video to the police, that would get me nothing at all.
I pushed on regardless. “Right, so, to stop me sending out the video, you will do what I want, right?”
She shook her head. So frustrating.
“Look,” she said, “I’m flattered that you went to all this trouble just because you want to have sex with me, but really that’s not going to work.” Then she went on, “But tell me, Bob, I have the feeling that you’re more than just a friend to Chris. Tell me, have you played with him yourself? Tell me about it. Tell me the truth or you might as well leave right now, because I’m not going to play the blackmail game.”
So that was it, bluff called. But maybe there was another way. She was unfazed by being caught fucking her son every which way to Sunday, so maybe the perverted truth would get her hooked instead?
I decided to go for it, at least telling most of the story. It couldn’t hurt could it?
I cleared my throat and started.
“OK Monica, I’ll tell you how we got here, then let’s see how we go forward.”
Monica nodded and leaned forward, interested in my story, a glint of perversion in her eyes.
I told her that my daughter, Annie, was a friend of Alice - Monica’s neighbour, and through her she met Monica’s twin girls.
“So, my girls are part of all this too?” She seemed surprised for the first time.
I nodded. “Yes, through Annie and Alice I met Tricia and Cindy, and they told me about their big brother and his problem - you.”
“What, just like that they started telling you all about Chris and I? I don’t believe it. My little girls wouldn’t open up to a total stranger about anything, and definitely not anything so personal or embarrassing.”
I wasn’t sure how far to go into details. Even Chris didn’t know everything and I didn’t want this all to go pear-shaped.
“No,” I said, “It wasn’t just like that. Your girls got to know me quite well before they said anything about Chris.” I blushed as I said that. I never could keep a poker face.
Her eyebrows rose again. “And how did they get to know you Bob?” I noticed that Chris was also watching me now.
“Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound,” I thought.
“Well, some things had been going on between Alice, Annie and myself for a while, and your girls sort of saw some of that happening. That’s how we met.”
More eyebrow exercise from Monica. “And just what did they see? What was going on between you, Alice and Annie?”
I glanced at Chris, he was all ears now, his nervousness forgotten.
“I was having sex sometimes with Alice,” I said, unsure about telling more. “And sometimes I would drive her home. And your girls saw me with her.”
Monica nodded and said, “OK. And what exactly did my girls see?”
“They saw me having sex with Alice.” It was true enough. Just not the whole truth.
“Where did they see you and Alice? And what did Annie think about you having sex with her friend?”
This was a slippery slope, and I felt like I was sliding out of control.
“They saw us in my car when I dropped Alice off after school sometimes, and they saw us in Alice’s house.” There, I’d said it. Now the door was open for all the dirty details to come out.
“They went into Alice’s house? And saw you having sex? That’s no accident Bob, is it?” She didn’t sound angry. A bit breathless. Curious, but not mad.
“No, it’s not an accident. After they saw us in the car, Alice asked them if they wanted to see more. To watch us. And they did. So she invited them in.”
“And what about you Bob? You’re an adult. How come you were screwing an underage schoolgirl in the first place, and then how come she wants my little girls to watch you at it? Why did you go along with it?” Again, not mad, just interested, and sounding a bit aroused.
“Did your daughter know about you and Alice? Did Alice let her watch too?” Monica was smirking a bit around those questions. I could guess what was coming next.
I was blushing at getting into such embarrassing details in front of her and Chris. But they both seemed interested, so I went on.
“Yes, Annie did know about us. And yes, Annie did watch us, but she didn’t really want to.” There, another leading answer, opening another door.
“Mmmm,” Monica said, following the logic in her head, “And if Annie didn’t want to watch, who forced her, you? I don’t think so. What was going on Bob, come on, stop beating around the bush.”
“Yes, you’re right,” I said, “It was Alice who made her watch. The fact is that Alice was blackmailing me, well, us, really. She was making us do these things.”
“Blackmail? I knew she was trouble. And what else did she make you do? What else DOES she make you do?” Monica was no dummy, she could see that the past troubles could be a factor for today’s situation.
“She made…makes…us do lots of…things, especially me,” I felt like I was confessing, opening up, finally, to someone who might understand.
“I see,” Monica said, looking right into my eyes, “And did she make you have sex with Annie? Make you have sex with your own daughter?”
I nodded. “Yes, she does.” It felt good to tell someone. But also made me feel pretty dirty and pathetic.
“So, you had sex with Alice. Alice blackmailed you into more sex and then having sex with your own daughter. Why did Annie do that? What would make her have sex with her own father?” She was curious, but definitely getting horny - I could tell by the tone of her voice, and the gleam in her eyes.
I told her that it started out just as a hand job, as a dare, but that Alice filmed her doing it and then blackmailed her into going further, doing more, each time collecting more blackmail material on us both.
“Tut tut,” Monica said, “Who was a silly boy then? So, what did you do in front of my girls? Did you do it with Alice, or Annie?”
“Both,” I said, “Alice wanted them to see…unusual…sex”.
“Jesus,” she muttered. “What did you do in front of my little girls?” Not angry, curious, but her eyes were drooling.
“Alice tied me up. Then had sex with me.”
“What’s unusual about that?” Monica asked. What a wonderful woman - bondage sex in front of her baby girls was not considered ‘unusual’.
She went on after a second of thought, “Did my girls only watch, or did any of you ever do anything with them? Touch them, or anything?” She sounded thoughtful, not accusing.
I blushed again. Not sure where to look, or what to say.
“Yes,” I finally managed to think of how to answer. “While I was tied up, Alice got them to touch me. To sit on my face. To jerk me off. And she got Annie to film it all. For more blackmail.”
“Oh My God!” Monica said, slumping back onto the sofa. “She made them do that? What a bitch! But why did they need more blackmail material on you, they aeady had you performing incest and underage sex? Why did they need more on you?”
Now for the bombshell.
“It wasn’t to blackmail me Monica, not really. It was to blackmail the twins. To get control of them.”
“What!” She exploded. “Why would Alice want control of my girls? What for?”
This was tricky. I needed to tell some of the truth, but not all. I couldn’t tell her that it was really me that wanted them.
“Alice is working with a guy,” I said, “A black guy, a drug dealer and pimp. He was the one that was pushing Alice to blackmail us all. He wants to use the twins to sell drugs into the school, and to pimp them out to perverts. He has aeady got my wife hooked on drugs and doing whatever he wants.”
“Jesus Christ!” she muttered, “What a freaking mess. I was going to ask about your wife, but I guess she knows what’s going on?”
“Sarah? My wife’s called Sarah. Yes, she knows. Some of it anyway. The pimp - Nico - takes her away a lot of the time, like now. For days. I don’t know what they do, but she’s a crack addict and I’m sure she’s a whore for him too.”
Chris had been sitting beside me in a state of shock, but now he gasped, “No, we can’t let him do that to Tricia and Cindy, we just can’t.” Tears were running down his face.
I leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Chris, I want to get you and the girls away from him, and from Alice, that’s why I wanted to get your mother to do what I wanted.” It was a lie, but it actually sounded right. Maybe that was the way forward?
Monica frowned, and said, “What do you mean get them away, and having me under control to help you do that? What are you talking about?”
A plan was forming in my mind - sort of like a light bulb going off, an epiphany, that might give us a way out.
“Listen Monica, “I said, thinking fast, “It’s too late for my wife, but we’re not all too far into this trap. Sure, Annie and I are in pretty deep with all the shit that Alice and Nico have on us. They have stuff on Chris and the girls too, but they can’t really use it without getting into trouble themselves, not if we fight back.”
“What do you mean, fight back?” Monica said, “All this is your fault, we can’t fight against pimps and drug dealers.”
“No Monica,” I replied, “It’s not my fault. It’s Alice and Nico behind all this. I’m just a victim. I’ve had no one to help turn this around. If we work together, we can find a way out. It’s going to be tough, but we need to save my Annie, Chris and the girls, and ourselves.”
“Mmmm,” Monica, frowned again, thoughtful. “We need some time to think. And I’m not sure that I trust you. You tried to blackmail me and you’ve been at my son and daughters, not to mention your own girl. How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
I shook my head. Yes, we needed time to think, but unless we worked together I couldn’t see any hope at all. For sure the blackmail route wasn’t going to work.
“What can I say to prove it all Monica? How can I prove I want us to work together and find a way out?”
A slow smile spread over Monica’s gorgeous face. She wasn’t frowning now.
“You have some evidence against me with Chris,” she said, “But I have seen nothing on you. None of this blackmail material you talked about. It could all be lies just to fool me into doing what you want.”
“No way Monica,” I said, shaking my head, “It’s all true. But I don’t have anything here to prove it.”
“Prove it to me now then,” she said, “Give me some material that I can use against you if you’re lying.”
“Like what? What can I do Monica, to prove I’m telling the truth?”
“Chris is here,” she almost whispered. The gleam in her eyes was like that of a pervert. “You’ve played with Chris before. Show me. I have a camera. That will be my evidence.”
“Oh God!”, I thought and Chris and I looked at each other, shocked.
“No Mum, please,” Chris gasped.
“Monica, please, with Chris? What do you want?”
“Do what you’ve done before with him. Show me how close you are as a friend. Do it while I watch and film it.” She was leaning forward in the seat, almost panting.
I looked at Chris, he was looking down at the carpet, his bottom lip trembling. I could feel blood surging into my cock, adrenaline pumping. She really wanted me to fuck her son right there in front of her. Why not?
“Listen Chris,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, “We need to get your mother on our side. We need her help. If we do this we can all work together as a team. We can save the girls. But we need to do this, OK, for the girls?” It was emotional blackmail, but I knew it would work.
“Do it here. Right here on the carpet,” Mum hissed, “I’ll use my phone camera.”
“Come on Chris,” I said, “For the girls.”
“What do you want me to do?” Chris whispered. There were tears in his eyes, and I knew he would do whatever I asked.
“Take off your clothes Chris,” I said, standing up and starting to strip myself.
Monica had her phone out, ready to record everything.
“What are you going to do with him Bob, tell me?” Monica was standing too, filming our striptease.
As I took off my trousers and underwear I told her, “First I’m going to get Chris to suck my cock, to get it nice and hard. Lick my balls. Lick my ass while he’s massaging my cock. I’ll have him deep-throat me, he’s good at that.”
“Oh God!” she hissed, “That’s fantastic, do it!”
Chris was as naked as I was. “OK Chris,” I said, “Get on your knees and suck me.”
Without hesitation Chris did everything that I told him to do. He sucked. He licked. He deep-throated. His mother filming it all, and getting a close-up of his throat-bulge as my cock fucked his mouth.
“Fuck him,” she commanded, “Fuck him up the ass. Doggy-style.”
What a woman. I loved her. A once in a life time find. A soul mate as perverted as I was.
I pushed Chris into the middle of the carpet and got him into position. My cock was coated with his throat-slime, so he wouldn’t need much more lube, but I spat a wad of saliva between his ass-cheeks, just to help with the initial penetration.
“Oh my God!” Monica gasped, “Yes. Do it. Do him”.
Kneeling behind her naked boy, I pushed his legs apart with mine and lined-up my cock-head with his asshole.
“Ready Chris?” I asked. It didn’t really matter, I was going in anyway.
It was a little tough getting through his sphincter muscles - not enough lube or preparation - but I was hard as a railway spike and with my weight behind it, I forced myself deeper into his guts. Mum filmed it all, almost panting with lust.
“Don’t cum yet. And don’t let him cum either,” Monica instructed. “I want some of his cock myself.”
She stripped off her dress and panties, and threw herself down on the sofa, gorgeous legs spread wide, her perfectly smooth pussy glistening with juices. My God she looked wet and wild.
“Eat me Chris,” she told her son, “Come over here and eat out Mommy’s pussy, like a good boy.”
And just like a good doggy, Chris obeyed, crawling on all-fours over between his mother’s thighs, me shuffling along behind him, my cock embedded deep in his ass.
I humped Chris, the force of each thrust driving his face into her soaking hole, his tongue lapping, his lips sucking. I envied him, eating out that gorgeous hole.
And she was still filming.
“Wait, don’t cum,” she said, ten minutes later. “Let me change position. I want him to fuck me. I want his big cock inside me.”
She pushed his head away, and lay down on the carpet in front of us, legs spread. And she finally put her phone down.
I was a bit puzzled at first. I was still fucking Chris’ ass - as tight as ever, and a wonderful fuck hole, but how was this going to work? I’m fucking Chris’ ass, and she wants Chris to fuck her at the same time?
Chris shuffled between his mum’s legs, me still mounted on him. His cock was fully erect and leaking pre-cum, I’d seen that much while he was sucking me.
“Fuck me Chris,” she told him. “Come and fuck your Mummy.”
Chris lowered himself on top of her, and she guided his hard cock inside herself. Missionary position, but with a difference - me, riding piggy back on her boy.
What a three-some! Now it was like I was fucking her, through him. Every thrust I made into him drove his big cock deeper into his mother. When I pulled back, so did he.
Monica was gasping and panting. We were all panting. I was dripping sweat onto Chris’ naked back. Humping him deep and hard.
“Cum Chris,” Monica gasped, “Cum in Mummy’s pussy. Now Chris. Now.”
He really did have great control over his orgasms, and she had great control over him.
I could feel his spasms as he came. His ass squeezed my cock like a hand with each spurt of cum into his mother’s cunt.
That tipped me over the edge too. Such a perversion. How could I not cum?
I rammed him hard, filling his tight ass with my hot load. Gasping and grunting like a rutting pig.
We all lay there in a pile, panting, out of breath.
“Christ that was a hell of a fuck,” Monica gasped. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat. “What a ride!”
Chris didn’t say a word the whole time we were getting ourselves cleaned up and dressed. Monica and I didn’t say much either, but I loved watching her shower. All that gorgeous naked flesh was getting me aroused again. She noticed me looking.
“You like showers Bob?” she called, soaping her large breasts seductively.
I nodded, my eyes were glued to those wet orbs, following the suds down over her belly and between her thighs.
“Come over here then, I want you to do something for me,” she said, with a wicked smile.
It was a pleasure to get under that hot gushing water with her.
“Down,” she said, “Kneel down. I have another kind of shower in mind.” I loved that kinky look in her eyes and the husky, commanding voice.
Of course, I did what I was told. Kneeling in front of her, my face level with her navel.
“Clean me,” she instructed. “Suck out all of Chris’ cum. Show me how far you will go with me. Then I’ll give you a special shower.”
I did what she asked. Why not, I’d done a lot worse.
She raised one foot onto the side of the shower so I could get easier access, then I got to work sucking on that wonderful hole. Sucking and licking. Pushing my tongue inside as far as I could reach. The hot water cascading down her body onto my face.
My cock was rock hard again and I was pulling on it while I ate, looking forward to either a fuck in the shower, or in the bedroom.
Suddenly it wasn’t just the hot water that was splashing over my face, it was something salty and yellow, shooting out of her slit.
I looked up her body at her face. Looked up into her beautiful green eyes that were locked on mine. I drank. Drank from her slit.
“Cum,” she instructed. “Cum while you’re drinking my piss.”
It was a first. Another first. I just can’t help myself when I’m confronted by a dominant woman. As her piss splashed over my mouth and face, I jerked off, quickly cumming with a gargled grunt. My load spattering her foot for a second before being sluiced off by the water.
“Good,” she said, “Now we all know where we stand, maybe we can get somewhere.” She switched off the water and had me towel her dry.
It was good being with Monica. Good having someone to discuss the situation with who was just as perverted as I am, maybe even more. She was smart too, able to put things together much quicker than I could.
The two families got together that night at Monica’s place for dinner, and we all seemed to hit it off. Chris was the quietest, but the twins chatted away with Annie just like she was their big sister, and she liked that.
After tidying up the table, and the kids were off doing what kids do, Monica and I sat down in the lounge to talk more seriously about finding a solution.
“Listen Bob,” she said once we were seated, “I’ve been thinking all evening about our problems and I have an idea.” I was all ears.
“As I see it we have a big problem with this guy Nico and a lesser problem with this bitch Alice. And to be honest, I think if we take care of the Nico problem, then Alice won’t be a problem at all.” I nodded, that sounded about right.
“But there’s another problem Bob,” she went on, her green eyes seeking out mine. “I have a problem that needs to be taken care of too - my husband.” I frowned, wondering what that had to do with anything.
“Look Bob,” she said earnestly, “I’ll be straight with you. This house and all our money comes from my side of the family, including the company that my husband runs, badly.”
“OK,” I said, but what does that have to do with Nico?”
“Nothing, directly,” she answered, “But if we’re going to get away from Nico and start fresh, then I want to get away from my husband for the same reason.”
“Sorry Monica,” I said, puzzled, “But I still don’t get it. If you want to get away from your husband, just get a divorce, no?”
She shook her head, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders.
“No, I don’t want that,” she said. “He’s been screwing around for years behind my back. Has girlfriends in half a dozen countries. Spends my money like water, and he’s running my company into the ground. If I divorce him, then he gets a big slice of my money and he doesn’t deserve shit!” Her eyes flashed with anger as she talked about her douchebag husband. “What an idiot”, I thought, when he could have this perverted woman and all she offers.
“OK, I can see how you feel,” I said. “He sounds like a total idiot to be messing around when he has you.” She smiled at that.
“I like you too Bob,” she said, still smiling. “I’ve never met anyone as perverted as you. You’re almost as bad as me.” And she laughed with that husky, wonderful voice.
“But seriously Bob,” she said, coming to sit beside me, picking up my hand and holding it tightly, “I watched a film a while back and it gave me an idea. In this film a man and a woman both had problems with their respective partners. They both wanted out. They had a sort of fling, but that wasn’t the main thing. The important part was that they each agreed to get rid of the other’s problem. The idea was that if each of their partners were murdered by the other, then since there was no connection between the two, they could each have an alibi and the police couldn’t prove anything.”
She looked deep into my eyes. Those emerald-green gems were mesmerising. I would have done anything for the owner of those eyes.
She went on, “I’ve been hoping to meet someone that I could trust enough to do this with me. But until I met you, until now, I didn’t know how I could make it happen. Will you do this with me Bob? If you take care of my husband, I’ll take care of Nico, and maybe Alice too. Will you do it?”
I was shocked. I’d racked my brains for months about what I could do to escape Nico and Alice, but murder? Yes, I had considered it, but how could I get away with it? This seemed to be a possible solution, but how would she get to Nico?
“Jesus Monica,” I said shaking my head, “That’s a pretty drastic solution. I have thought about killing Nico and Alice, but I couldn’t think of a way of doing it without getting caught or killed myself. He’s a pimp and a drug dealer. A pretty tough guy. How would you do it?”
“That’s my problem,” she answered, still holding my hand and staring into my eyes intently. “Your problem is getting rid of my husband, quickly. I’ll do my part - I know how to handle men. Will you do your part?”
I was doubtful. Could I kill a complete stranger? It’s probably easier than doing someone you know. If I could get away with it, why not. If there was enough in it for me, sure. And if I could get away from Nico and Alice by killing this guy for Monica, definitely!
“Well,” I said, “Maybe. I’m not sure how you can fix Nico, but what happens to us afterwards?”
“Us? Well, we need to keep things pretty secret. Not be seen together. The important thing is for no one to make the connection between us. So, we’ll have to be cool until after it’s all done and settled. But then, afterwards, what would you like to happen?” She smiled, like she aeady knew the answer.
“Afterwards?” I didn’t need to give it much thought. This woman was the hottest and most perverted person I’d ever met. ”Well, I’d like us to get together. To be together,” I said, “Our two families. You and me. Chris and the twins, with Annie. We could do some amazing things. It could be fantastic.” She smiled at that idea, stood up and went back to the other sofa.
“Tell me Bob, about the girls. You say you were trapped into having sex with your daughter, by Alice.” I nodded.
“And you say that Alice tied you up and my girls jerked you off. Is that all that happened with my girls, Bob? I’m curious. They seem so small and innocent, it’s hard to imagine them with you, or any man.”
I cleared my throat and wondered if I should tell the whole truth, or just a potted version? But hey, we were both perverts, and she could always ask the twins herself and they might just tell her.
“Listen Monica,” I started, feeling myself blushing again, “Yes, there was more. While I was tied up, and before they jerked me off - by the way, they used a pair of your panties to do it, red silk I think, both of them took turns sitting on my face. No panties. I had to lick their pussies.”
Monica laughed. “My God,” she smirked, “Those little bitches. I would never have guessed they could do that at their age. Did they enjoy it? Did you?”
I was red with embarrassment. “Yes, I did enjoy it. I think Cindy did too - she’s very advanced I think, sexually. Tricia didn’t seem to enjoy it much though.”
“So, that’s it?” Monica asked, her emerald eyes glinting.
“Well, no,” I said, dropping my eyes to the carpet. “Actually, later, I had sex with them.”
Monica gasped. “My God, full sex? You mean you fucked them?”
I nodded. “Yes. I did Cindy first. I was careful to not hurt her,” I lied. I had raped the little slut and not cared a shit if it hurt or not.
“Jesus, how did you get your cock inside her, she’s so small?”
“Like I said, Cindy is a very sexy girl. She didn’t seem to mind. I guess it hurt a little, but she took it all, no problem.”
“Fantastic,” Monica gasped. “So hot, I wish I’d been there to watch.”
My cock was twitching again. Watching Monica get hot talking about me raping her little twins was amazing. What a fantastic woman.
I went on, “Tricia was a bit harder. She doesn’t get turned on like Cindy does, so I had Cindy lick her pussy to get her wet enough to take my cock.”
I though Monica would fall off the sofa. “Oh my fucking Christ!” she exclaimed, “You made her eat her sister so you could fuck her? Fan-fucking-tastic!”
My cock was fully hard now. I could feel the pre-cum soaking my underwear.
“You took them both? Both their virginities?” I nodded.
“Christ Bob, I’m so hot right now I need a fuck.” I thought my luck was in and I was finally going to get to fuck this beautiful momster. She must have read my mind.
“No Bob, not with you, not yet. I’m a pervert, like you, I need more,” she said, her face flushed with lust. “I’m gonna fuck Chris, I love using my son’s cock - he hates it so much. But which of the girls do you want to fuck right now?”
That was a tough one. Annie was a good fuck, but I’d had her loads of times. No, it had to be the twins, but which one? Fuck it, not one - BOTH!
“The twins,” I said, “Both of them, while you fuck Chris.”
“Oh yesssss,” she hissed, “I love it. A five-some. Let’s go. My bedroom, right now.”
With Annie left watching TV, there followed the most obscene session of debauchery I’ve ever experienced. Every combination was tried, consumed - except for one - Monica would not let me fuck her! I could eat her pussy, fondle her ass or tits, but not fuck her - “not yet” she kept saying.
Yes, I did fuck the two little girls. Interchanging them - fucking one while the other French- kissed her twin. Swapping. Their tight little holes stretched by my rock-hard, adult cock. I kept it going, not wanting to cum too soon. Edging myself with their tight cunts and sucking mouths. Cindy was the hot one, of course, dragging her sister into position, leading the way. My first orgasm was inside Cindy, of course.
Mom indulged herself with her son, forcing him into the wonderful black latex catsuit, and riding him right next to us on her huge emperor-size bed, her amazing tits bouncing and sliding as she took her pleasure.
Later, Monica had Chris and myself take turns fucking each other - it was one of her biggest fantasies, she said, watching her boy fuck another man. It was certainly a stretch for me - his cock is bigger than mine, and I wasn’t as adroit at taking cock as he is. And to keep her cumming while we fucked, the twins took turns fisting their mother. Sucking on her adorable big tits, their little hands and forearms driving in and out of her soaking hole. She seemed to be in a continuous state of orgasm.
Chris has the stamina of youth, but even he was exhausted by the time he came inside his mother, driven to a climax at last by Cindy, fucking her brother’s anus with a big black rubber dildo. As a ‘treat’, I got to lick Monica’s sweat off her tits and armpits, and eat her son’s fresh load from her gaping cunt. She’d certainly figured out my fetishes pretty quickly.
While I was busy eating Mom, the two sisters got busy resurrecting the cock of their brother, sucking, tweaking, massaging him. He was exhausted, but with four little hands and 2 hot mouths, all he had to do was lie back and let his body respond. How those little girl bodies could take his big cock I don’t know, but it fitted somehow.
My second cumming was in the mouth of Tricia, who was sitting on her brothers face, with me watching Cindy riding her brother’s cock. Fantastic. Mummy had that same big black dildo jammed up her cunt, masturbating like crazy.
We slept the sleep of the dead after that Devil’s concoction of perversion.
If this is your first chapter reading, if you like it, try a few more chapters. If you have any thoughts for new stories, let me know.
Chapter 15: Mummy Knows Best
We’d spent hours talking over how to deal with the mother of Chris, Cindy and Tricia, and how we were going to get the incestuous bitch under our control.
In the end we decided that it wouldn’t be enough to just have Chris give his account on video of how she’d been molesting him for two years, since he’d been only 12-years old who would believe him? Even if he described in detail all the disgusting and perverse sexual acts that his mother had performed on him while his father was away, it would still be his word against hers. Embarrassing, yes, but would it be enough to get her to do whatever we wanted? I didn’t think so.
What we needed was hard evidence against her – and that could only come from filming her abusing her son. And that would be tricky. Would Chris willingly help us set her up?
After Chris had given himself up to me, physically, sexually and emotionally, the answer was a resounding YES. He wanted to destroy her for the torture and humiliation that he had endured at her hands.
What we needed though were video cameras small enough to hide in Chris’ room, and easy enough for him to operate at short notice. Thankfully we had the resources of Nico to call on.
I called his phone, but didn’t tell him much - just that it was to help get ‘his’ family under control - but it was enough for Nico to put me in touch with a Private Detective who specialised in under-cover surveillance. He lent us two of his tiny, battery-operated cameras and a remote control that could switch them both on or off at the press of a button.
The Private Dick gave us some advice about setting up the cameras around Chris’ room. That was a big risk- it’s hard to hide cameras from a nosy Mum, always curious about what her son is up to. But we figured that we only needed to have them in place for a few days and then we would have all the material we needed.
Chris tested that everything worked, then I briefed him on what we needed him to do.
“Listen Chris,” I said, while the girls sat on my bed listening, “We need to get some really incriminating stuff on your Mum.” He sat on the bed between his twin sisters, eyes wide, looking scared.
“We might only get one chance at her, so try to make sure the camera angles are good. And when she makes you do stuff, try to make it look like she’s forcing you,” I told him, “Resist a little. Protest. Cry a bit, like she’s really abusing you. Not too much though or she will suspect something.”
Chris nodded and swallowed hard. He was nervous and looking pale.
“If she catches me…I don’t know what she’ll do,” he stammered, tears in his eyes.
“Listen Chris,” I said, “She’s been abusing you for years. This is your chance to get back at her. Do it right and she’ll never touch you again, you’ll be mine. You want that, right Chris?”
The boy nodded and gave a shy smile. I figured that we were as ready as we could get.
It was only two days later that I got a breathless call from Chris telling me that it had happened. His Mum had come to his room after school and he’d pressed the button, just as we’d planned.
We all gathered around the TV in my living room, the first camera connected and ready to play. Chris and the girls were scrunched up on my sofa, eager looks on their faces. I was sitting in my favourite armchair.
I pressed ‘Play’.
The view was Chris’ bedroom. The angle looked weird, but this camera had been hidden mid-way up Chris’ bookshelf, pointing down at the centre of his bed. Chris was sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking off camera.
“How was school today Christine,” said a mocking female voice from out of the picture. I guessed it was ‘Mum’. The sound quality was good, and so was the sharpness of the image.
“It was OK,” Chris answered in a small voice.
“Put this on for me, I bought it for you and it arrived today, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself in it.” A large, black, shiny object flew into shot and landed in front of Chris on the bed. He looked down at it and picked it up - it looked like something made from glossy black latex.
“Please Mum, I don’t want to,” Chris whimpered. “Good boy,” I thought.
“Shut up and put it on you fucking little faggot,” the harsh woman’s voice commanded, “You know you like dressing up.” I felt a twitch in my cock. She sounded like a perfect bitch!
On screen Chris started to blubber a little, wiping his eyes with his palms.
“Please Mum, don’t make me,” he sobbed.
A woman suddenly marched into view on screen. God she was hot! Wearing a green silk blouse, open all the way down the front, her gorgeous tits jiggled as she strode around the bed.
“I said put the fucking thing on,” she hissed, grabbing Chris by the hair and pulling him to his feet. She was shorter than Chris by a head, even with her high heels. A tight black skirt almost reached her knees. “What a great ass!” I thought as I watched her start pulling the clothes off her son. Her long auburn hair flowed over her shoulders as she dragged Chris’ tee shirt off.
It was a great shot and it was almost like being in the room. I was almost panting with excitement as we watched this vixen stripping her son, flushed with her own lust, calling him every dirty word ever used to describe a homosexual.
“Jesus this is great!” I said without looking away from the screen, “It’s just what we need, well done Chris.”
On screen Chris was now totally naked and sobbing with humiliation, standing in front of his lust-crazed mother.
“Now put the fucker on!” she almost screamed into her son’s face. She snatched up the object from the bed and thrust it against his chest. I’d guessed right, it was a full-length latex cat suit, all black and glossy - just like my red one.
It’s a struggle to get into these tight catsuits, and Chris struggled. His dearest Mum helped him along with a string of curses and a few hard slaps to his ass.
Despite what Chris might have said in his protests, his cock was definitely not protesting and was fully erect as he finally got the all-enclosing latex zipped up.
The zipper running under Chris’ balls and ass was open, and his cock poked out of the black latex, all white and engorged, betraying him in front of his mocking mother.
“You see faggot, I told you you’d like it,” Mum said, and gave Chris a hard push so that he fell onto his back on the bed. “Stay right there, queer boy,” she commanded and disappeared off camera for a few seconds.
When she came back into view she hiked up her skirt and climbed on the bed, straddling her son’s body. She had two pairs of handcuffs and she used these to secure Chris’ wrists to the head of his bed, making him helpless.
“There, now I can use you as long as I want,” Mum laughed.
After climbing off the bed, she slowly stripped off her blouse and skirt, folding them neatly and lying them on the bedside table. She seemed to be humming to herself.
“My God, what a sexy bitch,” I muttered to myself, my cock getting harder by the second. I was going to need some relief myself if things carried on like this.
I looked over at Chris and the girls. He was leaning back on the sofa, his hands covering his face, as though he was ashamed to watch. The girls were leaning forward, eyes glued to the screen.
“Chris,” I called, “Do you really want to watch this?”
“No,” I heard him whisper, “I just wanted to make sure it was all…OK.”
“That’s good Chris, it’s certainly more than just OK. But, it’s also pretty hot to watch, so why don’t you come over here and suck me off. That way you don’t need to see it, and I can get off in your mouth.”
Chris shrugged and dragged himself off the sofa, getting down on all-fours and crawling over between my legs. His nimble fingers eased down my zip and pulled my stiff cock out into the cool air. Without a word his soft warm lips slid over my cockhead and he began to suck.
“Good boy,” I said, almost moaning with pleasure, and ruffled his hair to show my appreciation.
On screen, Mum was down to her stockings and high heels, and crawling back up her son’s supine, latex-encased body. She stopped when she was straddling his knees.
“I love latex, did I ever tell you that Christine?” Mum said, running her hands slowly up and down the shiny rubber, from his knees to his crotch. “I love the feel, the smell, and the taste.” And she bent forward and started sniffing and licking the glossy black material, leaving wet trails across his stomach and chest.
As she licked and sniffed, she began to rub her pussy against Chris’ left knee, grinding herself slowly and forcefully into his latex-covered leg.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I’m going to keep you here a long-time baby boy. I’m going to use you all evening.
It was fantastic, watching that slut’s sweet ass on screen, grinding on her boy’s leg, moaning, while that same boy was kneeling between my legs right now, his sucking mouth drawing similar moans from me.
After a few minutes she dragged her juicy cunt up the rest of his leg and knelt above his hips, her sex barely inches from her son’s throbbing, drooling, hard-on.
“Now baby,” she crooned, “Mummy is going to ride your stiffy. But you’re not going to cum inside your Mummy are you baby?” And she laughed, knowing very well that he wouldn’t cum unless she fucked him up the ass with one of his large rubber cocks.
On screen Chris managed to shake his head and plead, “Please Mum, don’t do this. Please. I don’t want you to.”
The bitch just laughed again, and eased herself onto her son’s enormous cock, groaning as she slid down the solid length of young muscle.
“Ooh yesssss baby, that’s where Mummy wants it,” she sighed, as she settled her ass on his balls, fully impaled on his erection.
As I watched her fucking her son, changing positions - cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sprawling across his latex-dressed body, grinding, moaning, cumming over and over, I couldn’t hold back either.
“Suck me Chris,” I groaned, watching the screen, my hands pressing his head down on my shaft. “Deepthroat me Chris, take it all in,” I instructed.
The 14-year old boy obliged and I felt my cockhead enter his throat, his gag reflex squeezing my cock like a hand.
“Oh God Chris, I’m cumming,” I grunted, as I pumped my load straight down his throat, my hands holding him in position until I was totally empty.
Mum was in a reverse cowgirl grind, hair damp with sweat, but still calling out obscenities - abusing her son both physically and verbally - when the screen suddenly went black.
I pulled my spent cock out of Chris’ mouth, throat slime mixed with cum oozed out and dripped off his chin.
“Well I guess either the battery went flat, or the camera ran out of memory space,” I said, “But whatever, we’ve got enough just on this one camera to break the bitch. Well done Chris, you’re a brave boy.” And I pulled the boy’s head into my crotch so he was nestled between my thighs, my limp cock resting on top of his head.
The other camera showed the same scenes, just from a different angle, so there wasn’t much new to add. I just had Annita work on pulling the files together to show the best angle of ‘Mum’ using her boy as a sex toy - only took her a couple of hours.
As Annie did her thing with the films I had a chat with Chris and the twins.
“So, Chris, how long did your Mum go on doing that stuff with you - was there much more after the camera stopped?”
Chris nodded and said, “Yes, she stopped a couple of times to get her breath back, and think of new things to do with me.” He looked sad and embarrassed.
The two little girls sat either side of their big brother and hugged him. So cute.
“So, what do you think, she went on for two or three hours?”
Chris nodded again.
“Did she let you cum at the end Chris? At least she did that for you didn’t she?”
Chris shook his head, “No, as soon as she was finished she unlocked me and went for a shower. It took ages to get out of that rubber suit by myself.”
“How about that about the latex catsuit, did you like wearing it?”
Chris looked up at me and said, “Yes, it was like when I wore yours. I liked it. But not with HER!”
I decided that we shouldn’t wait before confronting that bitch of a mother with our evidence. We had what we wanted, so why wait? Besides, she was a beautiful bitch, and I wanted some of that ass as soon as I could get at it.
The next day, when Chris came out of school, we met at his front gate and went in to confront the Mummy Monster together. My first impression was, what a great house! The driveway was long and the garden neat and tidy. This was a big house - the biggest in the street by the look of it.
Chris let us in through the front door, and again the place was impressive. A large hallway, well-lit and very nicely decorated. Lots of good taste on display.
Walking down a short hallway, Chris opened a door into what turned out to be a spacious living room. Mummy was sitting on a sofa, reading a glossy magazine - a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table beside her.
What a gorgeous woman. The light from the front window fell across her hair, highlighting its gorgeous rich colour. She was wearing a pale blue dress that showed-off her figure wonderfully.
“Well, hello Chris,” she said, looking up from the magazine, her voice deep and husky. And I fell in love with that voice, it sounded like aural caramel.
“Chris, I’ve told you before, you should always tell me if you plan to bring someone home. Now, who is this?” She seemed relaxed and completely at ease as she put the magazine down on the sofa, turning her full attention to us.
“Hello Mrs. Grant,” I said, my mouth feeling dry. For some reason this woman excited me, but made me nervous, “I’m a friend of Chris’.”
“Mmm,” she said, looking me up and down with remarkably green eyes - like sparkling jade. “A friend of Chris’? I see. Well, I don’t remember seeing you before. You’re not a teacher from school are you? No, I know all his teachers. No, wait, I have seen you before - at school, yes, I never forget a face.”
I felt a moment of panic, did she know me?
“Look Mrs. Grant, I’m here to…” but she cut me off with a snap of her slim fingers.
“I’ve got it,” she smiled, “I’ve seen you with a girl - your daughter? At school and down the street. Yes, that’s it. Your daughter hangs around with that Alice girl from across the street. I’ve seen them together, and you too.”
The conversation was not going as I’d planned and was definitely getting out of control.
“Your daughter should be careful of that Alice, she has some nasty friends, and she’s a total slut,” she advised. And I couldn’t argue with that advice.
“Listen Mrs. Grant,” I tried again, “I’m a friend of Chris’ and he’s been telling me a lot of things about you and him.” Finally, I got it out.
A look of surprise crossed that wonderful face, and two well-trimmed eyebrows rose. “Really Chris, what have you been saying now? I hope you’ve not be silly, making up stories?”
Mrs. Grant crossed her legs. The swish of nylon crossing nylon dragged my eyes down, all the way to her shoes. They looked like the same high heels she’d worn when she rode Chris on the video. My cock twitched and I couldn’t help licking my lips.
“Mrs. Grant, it’s not just making up stories, we have evidence.” I patted my jacket pocket where the DVD was nestling. Chris stayed silent, his head down, looking at the carpet.
“Evidence? Evidence of what Mr…?” Her lips wore a mocking smile and her amazing eyes glittered with amusement. She didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed by the situation.
I took the DVD out of my pocket and held it up for her to see. “This DVD shows you doing some very naughty things to your son Mrs. Grant. Things that I doubt you want anyone else to see. Do you want to see what’s on it?”
She stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. The delicious smell of her perfume reached me first. She was quite short, but wonderfully well put together. “Of course we should watch it,” she said, smiling and reaching for the DVD, “How else can I understand what you’re talking about. Take a seat while I set up the TV.”
Cool. Very cool. Very hot. I watched her ass closely as she bent down to insert the disc into the DVD player under the huge flat-screen TV. I sat next to Chris on the sofa opposite the one she had been sitting on.
I was feeling excited, wondering what her reaction would be to the film - anger, panic, submission? Would she cave in and accept my blackmail? I could almost feel those full red lips wrapped around my cock as she pleaded for mercy.
The TV screen showed the bedroom scene we’d watched before, and I watched Mum’s face for signs of shock and humiliation. She leaned forward in her seat, elbows on her knees, resting her chin on her knuckles.
She seemed totally absorbed in the on-screen action, her face showing very little emotion. Just a slight frown, or a little smile, as the TV showed her stripping her son, and forcing him into the latex catsuit. Her obscenities sounded loud in the otherwise silent lounge, as she abused Chris verbally. Then she herself was stripping and rubbing herself against him, telling us all how much she loved latex. And finally, there she was, mounting her boy and riding him to multiple orgasms.
When finally the screen went black, she sat back on the sofa.
“Mmmm,” she said, nodding slowly, “That was very impressive. Quite a performance. I particularly liked the reverse cow-girl scene, very professional I thought. Yes, overall, I think I looked very good, well done.” And she smiled.
That was a surprise. Now I was totally confused. She should have been pale and shaking. Embarrassed and scared witless that I would expose her. What was this “well done” bullshit?
“Mrs. Grant,” I said sternly, trying to impose some kind of authority, “You don’t seem to appreciate the position you’re in. If that DVD gets to your husband, or the police, you’re going to find yourself in big trouble.”
She smiled again and shook her head, her hair tumbling over her elegant shoulders. “No, I don’t think so,” she said calmly. “I don’t believe that you will send that anywhere. You say you’re a friend of Chris’, well I’m guessing that you’ve been a lot more to him than just a friend, isn’t that so Chris?”
Chris blushed and looked harder at the carpet.
She went on, “As you’ve seen, my Chris actually likes what we do, despite his complaining. You can see that from the reaction of his cock, which I’m sure you agree is quite an impressive one. Have you sampled Chris’ cock yourself? Are you gay Mr….?”
The conversation was going away from me again.
“No, Mrs. Grant, I’m not gay. That’s not important. What is important is that we have evidence of you abusing your son.”
“Well, what about it?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. “You have an excellent film of us together. But what do you expect to gain from it?”
This was more like it. Now we were getting somewhere.
“What I expect,” I said, with a confident smile, “is that you will do what I tell you to do. If you don’t want this video going further, then you will follow my instructions.”
“Intriguing,” she said with a puzzled expression on her face, “and just what is it you will instruct me to do? Is it money you want?”
“No Mrs. Grant…” I started but she cut me off.
“Oh, do call me Monica,” she said. “All this Mrs. Grant stuff is just too boring. And what is your name? I keep asking and you’re just being rude not introducing yourself.”
She was so frustrating. She wasn’t flustered at all, and just kept throwing me off track.
“Listen Mrs. Grant, Monica, no, I don’t want money. What I want is you.” I managed to get it out at last.
She laughed out loud. “Me? You want me? What do you mean, you want me?”
I agree it sounded a bit dumb said out loud, but it’s true.
“I mean, I want you to do exactly what I tell you. And if you don’t want that video sent out, the first thing I want is…sex, with you, now.”
She laughed again, only this time longer, and louder, until tears ran from her eyes.
“Oh, dear me,” she said when she could get her breath. “I can imagine how you might feel after watching that video, I’m feeling quite hot and bothered myself, but really. You can’t just expect me to jump into bed with you because you have a sex video of me. Really, that was so funny.”
What the hell was I going to have to do to get this woman under control?
“Look Monica, let’s start from the beginning,” I said, “One step at a time so that you understand, OK?”
She nodded and settled herself down. “OK, but only if you tell me your name.”
“OK, a
ight, my name is Bob, OK. Can we start now?” She nodded and said, “Good, I’m happy to meet you Bob. Now you can start.”
“Right, the situation is this, I have a video of you having sex with your son. That is illegal. He’s also underage, so that makes it even worse. And you do not want anyone else to see that video, right?”
She nodded and gave me an encouraging smile. Why the smile? She should be shaking in her shoes at the idea.
I frowned. Surely she didn’t intend to call my bluff. After all, there was no way I would actually send the video to the police, that would get me nothing at all.
I pushed on regardless. “Right, so, to stop me sending out the video, you will do what I want, right?”
She shook her head. So frustrating.
“Look,” she said, “I’m flattered that you went to all this trouble just because you want to have sex with me, but really that’s not going to work.” Then she went on, “But tell me, Bob, I have the feeling that you’re more than just a friend to Chris. Tell me, have you played with him yourself? Tell me about it. Tell me the truth or you might as well leave right now, because I’m not going to play the blackmail game.”
So that was it, bluff called. But maybe there was another way. She was unfazed by being caught fucking her son every which way to Sunday, so maybe the perverted truth would get her hooked instead?
I decided to go for it, at least telling most of the story. It couldn’t hurt could it?
I cleared my throat and started.
“OK Monica, I’ll tell you how we got here, then let’s see how we go forward.”
Monica nodded and leaned forward, interested in my story, a glint of perversion in her eyes.
I told her that my daughter, Annie, was a friend of Alice - Monica’s neighbour, and through her she met Monica’s twin girls.
“So, my girls are part of all this too?” She seemed surprised for the first time.
I nodded. “Yes, through Annie and Alice I met Tricia and Cindy, and they told me about their big brother and his problem - you.”
“What, just like that they started telling you all about Chris and I? I don’t believe it. My little girls wouldn’t open up to a total stranger about anything, and definitely not anything so personal or embarrassing.”
I wasn’t sure how far to go into details. Even Chris didn’t know everything and I didn’t want this all to go pear-shaped.
“No,” I said, “It wasn’t just like that. Your girls got to know me quite well before they said anything about Chris.” I blushed as I said that. I never could keep a poker face.
Her eyebrows rose again. “And how did they get to know you Bob?” I noticed that Chris was also watching me now.
“Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound,” I thought.
“Well, some things had been going on between Alice, Annie and myself for a while, and your girls sort of saw some of that happening. That’s how we met.”
More eyebrow exercise from Monica. “And just what did they see? What was going on between you, Alice and Annie?”
I glanced at Chris, he was all ears now, his nervousness forgotten.
“I was having sex sometimes with Alice,” I said, unsure about telling more. “And sometimes I would drive her home. And your girls saw me with her.”
Monica nodded and said, “OK. And what exactly did my girls see?”
“They saw me having sex with Alice.” It was true enough. Just not the whole truth.
“Where did they see you and Alice? And what did Annie think about you having sex with her friend?”
This was a slippery slope, and I felt like I was sliding out of control.
“They saw us in my car when I dropped Alice off after school sometimes, and they saw us in Alice’s house.” There, I’d said it. Now the door was open for all the dirty details to come out.
“They went into Alice’s house? And saw you having sex? That’s no accident Bob, is it?” She didn’t sound angry. A bit breathless. Curious, but not mad.
“No, it’s not an accident. After they saw us in the car, Alice asked them if they wanted to see more. To watch us. And they did. So she invited them in.”
“And what about you Bob? You’re an adult. How come you were screwing an underage schoolgirl in the first place, and then how come she wants my little girls to watch you at it? Why did you go along with it?” Again, not mad, just interested, and sounding a bit aroused.
“Did your daughter know about you and Alice? Did Alice let her watch too?” Monica was smirking a bit around those questions. I could guess what was coming next.
I was blushing at getting into such embarrassing details in front of her and Chris. But they both seemed interested, so I went on.
“Yes, Annie did know about us. And yes, Annie did watch us, but she didn’t really want to.” There, another leading answer, opening another door.
“Mmmm,” Monica said, following the logic in her head, “And if Annie didn’t want to watch, who forced her, you? I don’t think so. What was going on Bob, come on, stop beating around the bush.”
“Yes, you’re right,” I said, “It was Alice who made her watch. The fact is that Alice was blackmailing me, well, us, really. She was making us do these things.”
“Blackmail? I knew she was trouble. And what else did she make you do? What else DOES she make you do?” Monica was no dummy, she could see that the past troubles could be a factor for today’s situation.
“She made…makes…us do lots of…things, especially me,” I felt like I was confessing, opening up, finally, to someone who might understand.
“I see,” Monica said, looking right into my eyes, “And did she make you have sex with Annie? Make you have sex with your own daughter?”
I nodded. “Yes, she does.” It felt good to tell someone. But also made me feel pretty dirty and pathetic.
“So, you had sex with Alice. Alice blackmailed you into more sex and then having sex with your own daughter. Why did Annie do that? What would make her have sex with her own father?” She was curious, but definitely getting horny - I could tell by the tone of her voice, and the gleam in her eyes.
I told her that it started out just as a hand job, as a dare, but that Alice filmed her doing it and then blackmailed her into going further, doing more, each time collecting more blackmail material on us both.
“Tut tut,” Monica said, “Who was a silly boy then? So, what did you do in front of my girls? Did you do it with Alice, or Annie?”
“Both,” I said, “Alice wanted them to see…unusual…sex”.
“Jesus,” she muttered. “What did you do in front of my little girls?” Not angry, curious, but her eyes were drooling.
“Alice tied me up. Then had sex with me.”
“What’s unusual about that?” Monica asked. What a wonderful woman - bondage sex in front of her baby girls was not considered ‘unusual’.
She went on after a second of thought, “Did my girls only watch, or did any of you ever do anything with them? Touch them, or anything?” She sounded thoughtful, not accusing.
I blushed again. Not sure where to look, or what to say.
“Yes,” I finally managed to think of how to answer. “While I was tied up, Alice got them to touch me. To sit on my face. To jerk me off. And she got Annie to film it all. For more blackmail.”
“Oh My God!” Monica said, slumping back onto the sofa. “She made them do that? What a bitch! But why did they need more blackmail material on you, they a
eady had you performing incest and underage sex? Why did they need more on you?”Now for the bombshell.
“It wasn’t to blackmail me Monica, not really. It was to blackmail the twins. To get control of them.”
“What!” She exploded. “Why would Alice want control of my girls? What for?”
This was tricky. I needed to tell some of the truth, but not all. I couldn’t tell her that it was really me that wanted them.
“Alice is working with a guy,” I said, “A black guy, a drug dealer and pimp. He was the one that was pushing Alice to blackmail us all. He wants to use the twins to sell drugs into the school, and to pimp them out to perverts. He has a
eady got my wife hooked on drugs and doing whatever he wants.”“Jesus Christ!” she muttered, “What a freaking mess. I was going to ask about your wife, but I guess she knows what’s going on?”
“Sarah? My wife’s called Sarah. Yes, she knows. Some of it anyway. The pimp - Nico - takes her away a lot of the time, like now. For days. I don’t know what they do, but she’s a crack addict and I’m sure she’s a whore for him too.”
Chris had been sitting beside me in a state of shock, but now he gasped, “No, we can’t let him do that to Tricia and Cindy, we just can’t.” Tears were running down his face.
I leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Chris, I want to get you and the girls away from him, and from Alice, that’s why I wanted to get your mother to do what I wanted.” It was a lie, but it actually sounded right. Maybe that was the way forward?
Monica frowned, and said, “What do you mean get them away, and having me under control to help you do that? What are you talking about?”
A plan was forming in my mind - sort of like a light bulb going off, an epiphany, that might give us a way out.
“Listen Monica, “I said, thinking fast, “It’s too late for my wife, but we’re not all too far into this trap. Sure, Annie and I are in pretty deep with all the shit that Alice and Nico have on us. They have stuff on Chris and the girls too, but they can’t really use it without getting into trouble themselves, not if we fight back.”
“What do you mean, fight back?” Monica said, “All this is your fault, we can’t fight against pimps and drug dealers.”
“No Monica,” I replied, “It’s not my fault. It’s Alice and Nico behind all this. I’m just a victim. I’ve had no one to help turn this around. If we work together, we can find a way out. It’s going to be tough, but we need to save my Annie, Chris and the girls, and ourselves.”
“Mmmm,” Monica, frowned again, thoughtful. “We need some time to think. And I’m not sure that I trust you. You tried to blackmail me and you’ve been at my son and daughters, not to mention your own girl. How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
I shook my head. Yes, we needed time to think, but unless we worked together I couldn’t see any hope at all. For sure the blackmail route wasn’t going to work.
“What can I say to prove it all Monica? How can I prove I want us to work together and find a way out?”
A slow smile spread over Monica’s gorgeous face. She wasn’t frowning now.
“You have some evidence against me with Chris,” she said, “But I have seen nothing on you. None of this blackmail material you talked about. It could all be lies just to fool me into doing what you want.”
“No way Monica,” I said, shaking my head, “It’s all true. But I don’t have anything here to prove it.”
“Prove it to me now then,” she said, “Give me some material that I can use against you if you’re lying.”
“Like what? What can I do Monica, to prove I’m telling the truth?”
“Chris is here,” she almost whispered. The gleam in her eyes was like that of a pervert. “You’ve played with Chris before. Show me. I have a camera. That will be my evidence.”
“Oh God!”, I thought and Chris and I looked at each other, shocked.
“No Mum, please,” Chris gasped.
“Monica, please, with Chris? What do you want?”
“Do what you’ve done before with him. Show me how close you are as a friend. Do it while I watch and film it.” She was leaning forward in the seat, almost panting.
I looked at Chris, he was looking down at the carpet, his bottom lip trembling. I could feel blood surging into my cock, adrenaline pumping. She really wanted me to fuck her son right there in front of her. Why not?
“Listen Chris,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, “We need to get your mother on our side. We need her help. If we do this we can all work together as a team. We can save the girls. But we need to do this, OK, for the girls?” It was emotional blackmail, but I knew it would work.
“Do it here. Right here on the carpet,” Mum hissed, “I’ll use my phone camera.”
“Come on Chris,” I said, “For the girls.”
“What do you want me to do?” Chris whispered. There were tears in his eyes, and I knew he would do whatever I asked.
“Take off your clothes Chris,” I said, standing up and starting to strip myself.
Monica had her phone out, ready to record everything.
“What are you going to do with him Bob, tell me?” Monica was standing too, filming our striptease.
As I took off my trousers and underwear I told her, “First I’m going to get Chris to suck my cock, to get it nice and hard. Lick my balls. Lick my ass while he’s massaging my cock. I’ll have him deep-throat me, he’s good at that.”
“Oh God!” she hissed, “That’s fantastic, do it!”
Chris was as naked as I was. “OK Chris,” I said, “Get on your knees and suck me.”
Without hesitation Chris did everything that I told him to do. He sucked. He licked. He deep-throated. His mother filming it all, and getting a close-up of his throat-bulge as my cock fucked his mouth.
“Fuck him,” she commanded, “Fuck him up the ass. Doggy-style.”
What a woman. I loved her. A once in a life time find. A soul mate as perverted as I was.
I pushed Chris into the middle of the carpet and got him into position. My cock was coated with his throat-slime, so he wouldn’t need much more lube, but I spat a wad of saliva between his ass-cheeks, just to help with the initial penetration.
“Oh my God!” Monica gasped, “Yes. Do it. Do him”.
Kneeling behind her naked boy, I pushed his legs apart with mine and lined-up my cock-head with his asshole.
“Ready Chris?” I asked. It didn’t really matter, I was going in anyway.
It was a little tough getting through his sphincter muscles - not enough lube or preparation - but I was hard as a railway spike and with my weight behind it, I forced myself deeper into his guts. Mum filmed it all, almost panting with lust.
“Don’t cum yet. And don’t let him cum either,” Monica instructed. “I want some of his cock myself.”
She stripped off her dress and panties, and threw herself down on the sofa, gorgeous legs spread wide, her perfectly smooth pussy glistening with juices. My God she looked wet and wild.
“Eat me Chris,” she told her son, “Come over here and eat out Mommy’s pussy, like a good boy.”
And just like a good doggy, Chris obeyed, crawling on all-fours over between his mother’s thighs, me shuffling along behind him, my cock embedded deep in his ass.
I humped Chris, the force of each thrust driving his face into her soaking hole, his tongue lapping, his lips sucking. I envied him, eating out that gorgeous hole.
And she was still filming.
“Wait, don’t cum,” she said, ten minutes later. “Let me change position. I want him to fuck me. I want his big cock inside me.”
She pushed his head away, and lay down on the carpet in front of us, legs spread. And she finally put her phone down.
I was a bit puzzled at first. I was still fucking Chris’ ass - as tight as ever, and a wonderful fuck hole, but how was this going to work? I’m fucking Chris’ ass, and she wants Chris to fuck her at the same time?
Chris shuffled between his mum’s legs, me still mounted on him. His cock was fully erect and leaking pre-cum, I’d seen that much while he was sucking me.
“Fuck me Chris,” she told him. “Come and fuck your Mummy.”
Chris lowered himself on top of her, and she guided his hard cock inside herself. Missionary position, but with a difference - me, riding piggy back on her boy.
What a three-some! Now it was like I was fucking her, through him. Every thrust I made into him drove his big cock deeper into his mother. When I pulled back, so did he.
Monica was gasping and panting. We were all panting. I was dripping sweat onto Chris’ naked back. Humping him deep and hard.
“Cum Chris,” Monica gasped, “Cum in Mummy’s pussy. Now Chris. Now.”
He really did have great control over his orgasms, and she had great control over him.
I could feel his spasms as he came. His ass squeezed my cock like a hand with each spurt of cum into his mother’s cunt.
That tipped me over the edge too. Such a perversion. How could I not cum?
I rammed him hard, filling his tight ass with my hot load. Gasping and grunting like a rutting pig.
We all lay there in a pile, panting, out of breath.
“Christ that was a hell of a fuck,” Monica gasped. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat. “What a ride!”
Chris didn’t say a word the whole time we were getting ourselves cleaned up and dressed. Monica and I didn’t say much either, but I loved watching her shower. All that gorgeous naked flesh was getting me aroused again. She noticed me looking.
“You like showers Bob?” she called, soaping her large breasts seductively.
I nodded, my eyes were glued to those wet orbs, following the suds down over her belly and between her thighs.
“Come over here then, I want you to do something for me,” she said, with a wicked smile.
It was a pleasure to get under that hot gushing water with her.
“Down,” she said, “Kneel down. I have another kind of shower in mind.” I loved that kinky look in her eyes and the husky, commanding voice.
Of course, I did what I was told. Kneeling in front of her, my face level with her navel.
“Clean me,” she instructed. “Suck out all of Chris’ cum. Show me how far you will go with me. Then I’ll give you a special shower.”
I did what she asked. Why not, I’d done a lot worse.
She raised one foot onto the side of the shower so I could get easier access, then I got to work sucking on that wonderful hole. Sucking and licking. Pushing my tongue inside as far as I could reach. The hot water cascading down her body onto my face.
My cock was rock hard again and I was pulling on it while I ate, looking forward to either a fuck in the shower, or in the bedroom.
Suddenly it wasn’t just the hot water that was splashing over my face, it was something salty and yellow, shooting out of her slit.
I looked up her body at her face. Looked up into her beautiful green eyes that were locked on mine. I drank. Drank from her slit.
“Cum,” she instructed. “Cum while you’re drinking my piss.”
It was a first. Another first. I just can’t help myself when I’m confronted by a dominant woman. As her piss splashed over my mouth and face, I jerked off, quickly cumming with a gargled grunt. My load spattering her foot for a second before being sluiced off by the water.
“Good,” she said, “Now we all know where we stand, maybe we can get somewhere.” She switched off the water and had me towel her dry.
It was good being with Monica. Good having someone to discuss the situation with who was just as perverted as I am, maybe even more. She was smart too, able to put things together much quicker than I could.
The two families got together that night at Monica’s place for dinner, and we all seemed to hit it off. Chris was the quietest, but the twins chatted away with Annie just like she was their big sister, and she liked that.
After tidying up the table, and the kids were off doing what kids do, Monica and I sat down in the lounge to talk more seriously about finding a solution.
“Listen Bob,” she said once we were seated, “I’ve been thinking all evening about our problems and I have an idea.” I was all ears.
“As I see it we have a big problem with this guy Nico and a lesser problem with this bitch Alice. And to be honest, I think if we take care of the Nico problem, then Alice won’t be a problem at all.” I nodded, that sounded about right.
“But there’s another problem Bob,” she went on, her green eyes seeking out mine. “I have a problem that needs to be taken care of too - my husband.” I frowned, wondering what that had to do with anything.
“Look Bob,” she said earnestly, “I’ll be straight with you. This house and all our money comes from my side of the family, including the company that my husband runs, badly.”
“OK,” I said, but what does that have to do with Nico?”
“Nothing, directly,” she answered, “But if we’re going to get away from Nico and start fresh, then I want to get away from my husband for the same reason.”
“Sorry Monica,” I said, puzzled, “But I still don’t get it. If you want to get away from your husband, just get a divorce, no?”
She shook her head, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders.
“No, I don’t want that,” she said. “He’s been screwing around for years behind my back. Has girlfriends in half a dozen countries. Spends my money like water, and he’s running my company into the ground. If I divorce him, then he gets a big slice of my money and he doesn’t deserve shit!” Her eyes flashed with anger as she talked about her douchebag husband. “What an idiot”, I thought, when he could have this perverted woman and all she offers.
“OK, I can see how you feel,” I said. “He sounds like a total idiot to be messing around when he has you.” She smiled at that.
“I like you too Bob,” she said, still smiling. “I’ve never met anyone as perverted as you. You’re almost as bad as me.” And she laughed with that husky, wonderful voice.
“But seriously Bob,” she said, coming to sit beside me, picking up my hand and holding it tightly, “I watched a film a while back and it gave me an idea. In this film a man and a woman both had problems with their respective partners. They both wanted out. They had a sort of fling, but that wasn’t the main thing. The important part was that they each agreed to get rid of the other’s problem. The idea was that if each of their partners were murdered by the other, then since there was no connection between the two, they could each have an alibi and the police couldn’t prove anything.”
She looked deep into my eyes. Those emerald-green gems were mesmerising. I would have done anything for the owner of those eyes.
She went on, “I’ve been hoping to meet someone that I could trust enough to do this with me. But until I met you, until now, I didn’t know how I could make it happen. Will you do this with me Bob? If you take care of my husband, I’ll take care of Nico, and maybe Alice too. Will you do it?”
I was shocked. I’d racked my brains for months about what I could do to escape Nico and Alice, but murder? Yes, I had considered it, but how could I get away with it? This seemed to be a possible solution, but how would she get to Nico?
“Jesus Monica,” I said shaking my head, “That’s a pretty drastic solution. I have thought about killing Nico and Alice, but I couldn’t think of a way of doing it without getting caught or killed myself. He’s a pimp and a drug dealer. A pretty tough guy. How would you do it?”
“That’s my problem,” she answered, still holding my hand and staring into my eyes intently. “Your problem is getting rid of my husband, quickly. I’ll do my part - I know how to handle men. Will you do your part?”
I was doubtful. Could I kill a complete stranger? It’s probably easier than doing someone you know. If I could get away with it, why not. If there was enough in it for me, sure. And if I could get away from Nico and Alice by killing this guy for Monica, definitely!
“Well,” I said, “Maybe. I’m not sure how you can fix Nico, but what happens to us afterwards?”
“Us? Well, we need to keep things pretty secret. Not be seen together. The important thing is for no one to make the connection between us. So, we’ll have to be cool until after it’s all done and settled. But then, afterwards, what would you like to happen?” She smiled, like she a
eady knew the answer.“Afterwards?” I didn’t need to give it much thought. This woman was the hottest and most perverted person I’d ever met. ”Well, I’d like us to get together. To be together,” I said, “Our two families. You and me. Chris and the twins, with Annie. We could do some amazing things. It could be fantastic.” She smiled at that idea, stood up and went back to the other sofa.
“Tell me Bob, about the girls. You say you were trapped into having sex with your daughter, by Alice.” I nodded.
“And you say that Alice tied you up and my girls jerked you off. Is that all that happened with my girls, Bob? I’m curious. They seem so small and innocent, it’s hard to imagine them with you, or any man.”
I cleared my throat and wondered if I should tell the whole truth, or just a potted version? But hey, we were both perverts, and she could always ask the twins herself and they might just tell her.
“Listen Monica,” I started, feeling myself blushing again, “Yes, there was more. While I was tied up, and before they jerked me off - by the way, they used a pair of your panties to do it, red silk I think, both of them took turns sitting on my face. No panties. I had to lick their pussies.”
Monica laughed. “My God,” she smirked, “Those little bitches. I would never have guessed they could do that at their age. Did they enjoy it? Did you?”
I was red with embarrassment. “Yes, I did enjoy it. I think Cindy did too - she’s very advanced I think, sexually. Tricia didn’t seem to enjoy it much though.”
“So, that’s it?” Monica asked, her emerald eyes glinting.
“Well, no,” I said, dropping my eyes to the carpet. “Actually, later, I had sex with them.”
Monica gasped. “My God, full sex? You mean you fucked them?”
I nodded. “Yes. I did Cindy first. I was careful to not hurt her,” I lied. I had raped the little slut and not cared a shit if it hurt or not.
“Jesus, how did you get your cock inside her, she’s so small?”
“Like I said, Cindy is a very sexy girl. She didn’t seem to mind. I guess it hurt a little, but she took it all, no problem.”
“Fantastic,” Monica gasped. “So hot, I wish I’d been there to watch.”
My cock was twitching again. Watching Monica get hot talking about me raping her little twins was amazing. What a fantastic woman.
I went on, “Tricia was a bit harder. She doesn’t get turned on like Cindy does, so I had Cindy lick her pussy to get her wet enough to take my cock.”
I though Monica would fall off the sofa. “Oh my fucking Christ!” she exclaimed, “You made her eat her sister so you could fuck her? Fan-fucking-tastic!”
My cock was fully hard now. I could feel the pre-cum soaking my underwear.
“You took them both? Both their virginities?” I nodded.
“Christ Bob, I’m so hot right now I need a fuck.” I thought my luck was in and I was finally going to get to fuck this beautiful momster. She must have read my mind.
“No Bob, not with you, not yet. I’m a pervert, like you, I need more,” she said, her face flushed with lust. “I’m gonna fuck Chris, I love using my son’s cock - he hates it so much. But which of the girls do you want to fuck right now?”
That was a tough one. Annie was a good fuck, but I’d had her loads of times. No, it had to be the twins, but which one? Fuck it, not one - BOTH!
“The twins,” I said, “Both of them, while you fuck Chris.”
“Oh yesssss,” she hissed, “I love it. A five-some. Let’s go. My bedroom, right now.”
With Annie left watching TV, there followed the most obscene session of debauchery I’ve ever experienced. Every combination was tried, consumed - except for one - Monica would not let me fuck her! I could eat her pussy, fondle her ass or tits, but not fuck her - “not yet” she kept saying.
Yes, I did fuck the two little girls. Interchanging them - fucking one while the other French- kissed her twin. Swapping. Their tight little holes stretched by my rock-hard, adult cock. I kept it going, not wanting to cum too soon. Edging myself with their tight cunts and sucking mouths. Cindy was the hot one, of course, dragging her sister into position, leading the way. My first orgasm was inside Cindy, of course.
Mom indulged herself with her son, forcing him into the wonderful black latex catsuit, and riding him right next to us on her huge emperor-size bed, her amazing tits bouncing and sliding as she took her pleasure.
Later, Monica had Chris and myself take turns fucking each other - it was one of her biggest fantasies, she said, watching her boy fuck another man. It was certainly a stretch for me - his cock is bigger than mine, and I wasn’t as adroit at taking cock as he is. And to keep her cumming while we fucked, the twins took turns fisting their mother. Sucking on her adorable big tits, their little hands and forearms driving in and out of her soaking hole. She seemed to be in a continuous state of orgasm.
Chris has the stamina of youth, but even he was exhausted by the time he came inside his mother, driven to a climax at last by Cindy, fucking her brother’s anus with a big black rubber dildo. As a ‘treat’, I got to lick Monica’s sweat off her tits and armpits, and eat her son’s fresh load from her gaping cunt. She’d certainly figured out my fetishes pretty quickly.
While I was busy eating Mom, the two sisters got busy resurrecting the cock of their brother, sucking, tweaking, massaging him. He was exhausted, but with four little hands and 2 hot mouths, all he had to do was lie back and let his body respond. How those little girl bodies could take his big cock I don’t know, but it fitted somehow.
My second cumming was in the mouth of Tricia, who was sitting on her brothers face, with me watching Cindy riding her brother’s cock. Fantastic. Mummy had that same big black dildo jammed up her cunt, masturbating like crazy.
We slept the sleep of the dead after that Devil’s concoction of perversion.
)
