The tv flickered quietly, Todd snoring beside her. It was midnight, and a few days had passed since Jake had revealed his hidden video and his newly revealed lust for his mom. Since then, he had taken every opportunity to grope, fondle, and antagonize her. Brandi was exhausted of the treatment but terrified that if she ever object that her son would take the video and reveal it to Todd. Her husband was anything but tolerant, and the exposure of her lewd indecency would certainly result in him throwing her out in the street.
A shadow in the doorway made her look up, and she froze, recognizing the sandy brown hair of her son.
“Jake,” she said, softly, “what are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his eyes on her. On her breasts, though they were hidden by her nightgown. “Why do you dress so boringly?” he asked, suddenly. “You should dress sexier.”
Brandi was startled by the hurtful question, and she looked at him, taken aback. “Excuse you?” she said.
Jake was smiling, though, and he stepped into the room. Her heart skipped a beat. Surely not with Todd right here? But she could see the slight outline of her son’s cock, swollen and hard in his grey sweats. “That was a command, Mom, in case you didn’t realize it.” He looked at her, and her stomach clenched anxiously as she recognized the look.
His eyes caught something, and she turned, realizing too late what it was. The negligee she’d bought for Todd for Christmas was stuffed under the bed, half sticking out of the store bag it had come in. Jake’s angle in the doorway was just right to allow him to see the silky blue material, which he ducked and grabbed, holding it up.
“What’s this?” he asked, sounding surprised. “I didn’t think you had a sexy bone in your body, mom.” He handed it to her, saying, “Put it on. I want to see what you look like when you’re trying to get dad to fuck you.”
The words were like a blow, but Brandi nodded, taking the silky dress. She hesitated, realizing she’d have to take off the one she wore already. She looked at Jake and saw him staring. He obviously realized that, too.
She turned around, facing the bed and her sleeping, oblivious husband as she pulled her simple nightgown over her head, leaving her standing naked except for her panties. If he woke for even a moment then it would all be over for her—he would demand to know why his son was watching his wife undress, and then Jake would certainly reveal their secret.
Her son’s hand slipped around her waist, pulling her against him. She was small, petite almost, and her son had inherited his father’s height. She felt his cock pressing against her ass as his hands gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this for years, Mom,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.
Then he stepped back. She put on the negligee shakily, then turned to face him.
His cock was in his hand, hard already as he stroked it. He was watching her, and now he stepped closer. “Do you ever suck cock, mom?” he asked, quietly, his voice a whisper in the bedroom. Todd’s snore cut between them, almost comically loud, but Brandi wasn’t laughing tonight.
She looked at him, hesitating. She’d guessed this was coming, but she’d hoped to have some way to get out of it by now, and she’d certainly never imagined he’d be brash enough to do it right next to her husband, his father. A few times over the past week she’d attempted to find his phone to somehow delete the video, but it was beyond useless. Jake wasn’t ever without his phone, and she was certain he’d have made backups of the video by now. He’d always been tech-savvy, playing with cameras and computers for fun. He pointed at the ground. “Kneel for me, mom.” She shuddered at the word, spoken so warmly as his hand slowly stroked himself.
He had made backups, of course. The moment he’d made it back to his bedroom he’d made copies of the video, saving them in files all over. She knew that, he knew that, and after a moment, she knelt in front of him. She was looking up at him again, but this time she was fully aware of what he wanted. He slid his sweats lower, pulling his cock and balls fully out of the baggy clothes, then pointed to the floor in front of him. Brandi looked up at him, hoping he would cave and come to her, but he didn’t, and finally, she crawled on her knees towards him.
“Good,” he said, softly now that she was closer. He stood in the doorway of their bedroom, the hallway light casting him into half-shadows. “Now suck.” He pulled his hand back, his cock jutting towards her face. She saw a single drop of clear liquid already oozing from the head, and she swallowed uneasily.
No point in waiting. Each moment this extended, it was more likely that Todd would wake and discover what his wife and son were doing together. She wrapped her fingers around the base of Jake’s shaft, grabbing the root. Her eyes flicked up to his, and she saw those warm, brown eyes watching her intently. Her tongue hesitantly lapped at the head of his cock, tasting the salty-sweet drop of precum.
A small part of her was relieved that he tasted better than Todd.
Her son’s fingers pushed through her long locks, and she shivered at the pleasant feeling his fingers on her scalp brought, in sharp contrast to the unease his demands stirred in her. A moment later his massaging fingers tightened, clenching in her hair, and she grimaced in pain. He guided her to the head of his cock, until the soft skin brushed against her lips. “Suck,” he repeated, gently, but firmly.
Brandi wrapped her lips around the head of her son’s shaft, running her tongue in a semi-circle around the swollen member. She tasted the salty-sweet of the precum and sweat, smelling the musk of her teenaged son as she slowly swallowed his length into her mouth. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend that the thick rod that stuffed her mouth full was Todd’s, but it was impossible. Jake was much bigger than Todd, and she could hardly swallow his full cock like she could with her husband. Instead, she choked, gagging, but her son’s fingers were still clenched in her locks, holding her still.
“Shh, relax, Mom, it’s okay,” he said, as Brandi began to panic. He pulled her off, allowing her to breathe, enjoying the way the saliva dripped from her lips onto the silky blue lingerie. He grabbed a strap, lifting it, giving himself a look at her tits. “You get this for Dad?” he asked her, and when she hesitated he knew it was a yes. “Tired of masturbating alone at night after he goes to bed?”
Brandi’s eyes widened; did he have a video of her doing that, too? Her eyes flitted around the dark room, and he chuckled, knowing what she looked for. Before she could react, he once again was pulling her down on his cock, guiding her almost to the root of his fat, throbbing shaft. She choked again, but he held her lips flat against his skin, buried deep in her throat. Tears filled her eyes and the mingled mixture of her spit and his precum dripped onto her new negligee, her moans soft and whining.
He let her go and she pulled back, coughing, swallowing rapidly as she fought back the tears. She glared up at him, and he laughed, holding his hands up defensively. “Suck, then, and I won’t have to do it for you.”
She didn’t hesitate this time; her fear of what her son would do to her if she refused him again caused her to lean forward eagerly, sucking on the thick rod, swallowing the precum as it dribbled onto her tongue and down her throat. The sounds of her wet slurping filled the room, accompanied by the gentle snores of her sleeping husband, but when she tried to be quieter Jake would grab her mouth and fuck it, ignoring her attempts to break free as he thrust himself into her tight, clenching throat as he drove himself closer to climax. When he would let her go she would keep sucking, the lesson well-reminded.
He gave her no warning as he came, his cock slipping out of her mouth. She looked up at him, confused, until she saw that his hand was wrapped around the shaft and pumping. “Wait, Jake,” she whispered, but he ignored her. The hot, wet ropes of cum erupted from his cock, spraying across her face, her mouth opening in shock. She tasted the thick, creamy cum as it landed on her tongue. He took the invitation, shoving his cock into her mouth and finishing his load in her mouth.
He left his cock in her mouth for a second, saying, “Suck it clean for me, will you, mom?”
She could feel him grow softer in her mouth as she did as she was ordered. He pulled his cock out, pulling his sweats up. Then he leaned down, kissing her on the cheek. “Thanks, Mom, you’re the best. I like this nightgown on you; you should wear it for dad. Don’t wash it, though, I like it how it is. Sweet dreams.” He turned to leave, then paused, looking back at her. “By the way, what I said earlier about dressing sexier? I meant it. Start dressing up for me a bit.”
Brandi was still kneeling on the floor as her teenage son left her, returning to his room.
***
“You’re looking stunning this morning, honey, anything going on at work?” It was the first time in weeks that Todd had said anything to her other than “morning” or “business” or various forms thereof.
She looked down at the blouse she’d chosen, feeling another flush spread over her. She was doing that a lot lately, but when she saw the thin straps, the bared midriff, and the full swell of her tits emphasized by the clingy black material, she was humiliated, not proud.
“Yeah, mom, you look great.” Jake stepped out of the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He handed it to her, adding, “You should dress like that more often.” The reason for the sexy clothing was clearly enjoying her embarrassment over it.
“Jake’s right, honey,” Todd said, returning to his newspaper. “You should dress up more often. It suits you.”
At that moment, his phone buzzed, unusual for her husband at breakfast. He picked it up, looked at it, then scooted his chair back. “I need to take this; I’ll be in the den.” He held the phone up to his ear.
He didn’t give Brandi a chance to argue or tell him to stay, she would leave—by the time she realized he was up, he was also gone, leaving her alone with her son.
“I like the shirt, Mom,” he said, his tone approving, his eyes hot as they roamed over her. She’d worn a pair of tight, low-rise leggings to go along with the top, and she saw the way his gaze lingered on the exposed hip bones that poked out between the bottom of her shirt and top of her pants. “I like all of it.”
Brandi shook her head, standing up from the table. “I’m going to get some laundry done,” she said uneasily, “have some cereal before school.” She turned and walked down the hallway, hoping that some distance between herself and her son would give her the chance to think about what to do next.
“Winter break,” Jake said, following her. He was close, and she shivered as his fingers brushed over the bared skin of her waist, pinching her. The laundry room was dark, the light switch on the far wall. She went to reach for it, but Jake’s hand snared her, pulling her into the shadows beside the dryer, instead. He pushed her over the dryer, and she let out a whimper, knowing what was coming. He ground his cock against her, murmuring against her neck, breath hot and humid and tickling, “I’m home all week, Mom. And hey, didn’t you take that vacation time for this week, too? We’ll be home together.”
Brandi didn’t know what it was, but something in her broke. She let out a choked sob, murmuring, “Jake, please, enough. I can’t do this anymore.” She was shaking slightly, and she could feel her son’s cock as it nestled against her ass, rubbing between the full cheeks emphasized by the tight leggings she’d worn for him. “Leave me alone, please.”
Jake was still, his grip on her wrist solid, but softer. She could almost imagine his thoughts racing, and she wondered if her baby boy was still somewhere in the young man who had made her the target of his cruel blackmail.
Finally, he said, “Fine, but one thing, first.”
She held her breath, waiting.
“I’ll delete the video I showed you, but only if you let me fuck you, first.”
She thought her heart was going to stop. The options weren’t options at all, as far as she was concerned, but as her son stared at her she knew that he was being deathly serious about it. She licked her lips, considering her options, and she felt his grip tighten on her wrist. If she agreed to it once, then this would end? The constant following, groping, teasing? The late-night visits intent on taking advantage of her?
“Once?” she asked, softly, a whisper.
“Once,” he confirmed.
She closed her eyes, then, hesitantly nodded. If it meant that this would end, then she could do it. “Once,” she confirmed, a sigh. His fingers were quick as the word slipped out, pulling the straps of the shirt down to let her breasts fall free. He pushed her forward once again and she gasped. The leggings were pulled down quickly, left around her ankles, and she whimpered as his fingers hooked around the thong she’d put on.
“I like the touch, Mom,” Jake chuckled, pulling them down just underneath her ass cheeks. “Going the extra mile for me.” He let the string panties snap against her skin, and she whimpered in humiliation at his degrading touch. His fingers slipped between her thighs, brushing against her clit, and her knees nearly buckled at the sharp shock.
He had pulled his jeans down, and she could feel the hard length of his cock sliding between her ass cheeks. “Please,” she whimpered, but she didn’t know what she begged for. Evidently Jake didn’t care, because he didn’t ask her to elaborate. Instead, he leaned over her, pushing her down against the dryer and pinning her. His cock rubbed between her lips, throbbing against the wet warmth that bloomed between her thighs.
“You’re wet as fuck, Mom,” he chuckled, his swollen head pressing into the entrance of her pussy. “Do you like this? When was the last time Dad fucked you? I bet he doesn’t know you like it rough.”
Brandi moaned as she felt him push inside of her, feeling shocked at how pleasurable it felt, even when she knew it should be awful. Jake was right, she was wet, she could feel it dripping down her thighs. All he’d had to do was push her up against the dryer and she’d practically given up, spreading her legs for her own son.
Humiliation blended with pleasure, though, as he slipped inch by thick inch inside of her tight, clenching cunt. He was thicker than Todd, she’d already known that, but she hadn’t realized how much it would change how it felt to get fucked by him. She felt herself filling, splitting, and a moan slipped out of her.
“You like getting fucked by your son,” Jake teased, nipping the nape of her neck. “That’s dirty, Mom. I didn’t know you were such a slut under those boring clothes you wear.” His words ended on a grunt as he finally thrust the rest of the way in, hilting out inside of Brandi and causing her to rock forward, a gasp catching in her throat as she was suddenly filled.
“Fuck,” she gasped, grabbing onto the sides of the dryer, holding it tightly as Jake began to rock his hips. His hands had slid down to her waist, holding her still as he plowed into her—Brandi didn’t know when he’d stopped needing to pin her down, but at some point, she had braced back against him.
A voice called from the kitchen, “Brandi?”
Brandi gasped, trying to pull away from Jake, but her son didn’t budge. He pushed his forearm across her back and shoved her face down onto the dryer again. He leaned forward, flipping the dryer on, the room filling with the low, subtle rumble of the machine.
“Shh,” he murmured, “stay quiet.” He didn’t stop, though. Instead, his hand gripped her thigh, lifting her leg and propping one up on the top of the dryer. Then he pushed her forward, grinding her against the dryer, allowing the soft, warm vibration to grind against her clit. His cock slid deeper into her, and she whimpered, feeling a familiar pressure building. “I know how much you like your toys, Mom,” he said, laughing, “try not to scream, though. Dad might hear.”
Brandi could hear Todd wandering towards them, calling her name occasionally. The laundry room was still dark, though, and Todd was clueless about chores. It was almost impossible to focus on his voice, though, the dryer’s vibration almost more potent than her own toy’s. She was gasping softly, losing control, and she felt Jake’s hand wrap over her mouth. She hardly cared.
“Brandi?”
Todd was right outside, she could hear him. Still, Jake didn’t stop. His thrusts were harder, faster. The dryer’s rumble and the shaking of the clothes left inside were louder enough to hide the sound of their fucking, hiding the wet, slapping of skin, though just barely. The darkness of the laundry room hid them from her husband’s peering, curious eyes. Jake’s fingers curled into her mouth, and she could taste herself from earlier.
She came, and it was a good thing for Jake’s fingers in her mouth, because she almost screamed. A moment later she felt his cock jerk inside her, the hot, sticky warmth of her son’s cum spreading inside her, filling her with heat and dim, distant shock. He thrust into her two, three more times, pushing his cum deeper into her, stirring her core with his length. Then he pulled out, rubbing his cock across her ass, wiping his sperm on her pale skin. Then he pulled up her leggings, squeezing her cheek once more.
Brandi looked over her shoulder—Todd had wandered off while she’d been… distracted, thankfully never noticing the mother and son fucking in the corner of the dark room. Jake was pulling his pants up, and she was about to demand he fulfill his end of the deal when a shadow in the doorway made her freeze.
“What in the hell are you guys doing in the dark?” Todd demanded, pushing the door open to look at them. He reached out and flipped the light, revealing the two by the dryer. Brandi’s eyes were wide, hoping he didn’t notice the tussling of her hair, the dank smell of sex, or the way that Jake’s belt was only halfway clasped.
“Sorry, Dad,” Jake laughed, “Mom was in here doing laundry and I turned the lights off to mess with her.”
Todd looked at Jake, then at Brandi, and she felt her heart race. She knew that look, and it wasn’t a good one. But, for once, he didn’t argue. Instead, he said, “I have an emergency business conference in London, I won’t be home for a few days. I have to go now, but I’ll be back before Christmas.”
He left, leaving Jake and his mom alone in the laundry room.
“The video,” she said, immediately. “Delete it, like you promised.”
Jake held his hands up placatingly, then he reached into his pocket, pulling out the phone that had been the focus of her torment for the past week. She watched as his fingers swiped over apps, then pulled up a familiar-looking video. His finger pressed the trashcan button, and she watched as it vanished.
“It’s gone?” she asked, hopefully.
“It’s gone.”
She sighed, relieved. But Jake’s thumb hovered over the screen as if he wasn’t done. She looked at him, saw him watching her. He smirked, then swiped, revealing another video. She stared, puzzled until his thumb pressed the “play” button.
“Jake, what you are doing up?” Her voice, and a camera angle from overhead. She felt his heart stop as she realized the view—her room. The video showed her, sitting in bed, as Jake stood in the doorway. The way she knelt, crawling to him. Her cheeks burned as she watched herself on video yet again, this time as she sucked her son’s cock until he came all over her.
“You promised,” she whispered to Jake, horrified. “You promised you would delete the videos.”
“Did I?” Jake chuckled, reaching down and grabbing at the stiffening rod in his pants. “I promised I would delete the video I showed you. I did. But now I have more, and better ones.” His thumb swiped, and she saw a video of herself in her bedroom, masturbating alone, Jake nowhere to be seen. Another thumb swipe, and a video of her in the bathroom, taking a shower. Another swipe, a quick video of Jake pushing her against the wall and kissing her. Another swipe—
A live feed, showing herself, showing Jake.
“See, Mom? I’ve got all the videos I need, now.” He smiled, walking up to her, giving her a loose hug, though his hands lingered in places no son’s should. “And with Dad gone on business, you and I are going to have a lot of one-on-one bonding time. I hope you’re as excited as I am!”
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