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But once in a while an opportunity comes along that begs you to turn your back on your standards and embrace your vices. This was one certainly that opportunity. First, a bit of a background.
Nor has anything occurred that would make me think otherwise. One day, for some inexplicable reason, I was let out of work early. This rarely happens, since at my job there always seems to be something to do. However, this day was different, and I got home nearly three hours earlier than expected. Once home, I entered the house and went to my room.
As I did so, I heard a slight commotion from the living room. I instantly thought something was up, and heard my mom begin to speak. I guessed, upon seeing the scenario, that my mom had probably wanted to tell me to hold on, but given the fact that she had been in the living room, that would have instantly caused suspicion.
As I rounded the corner and entered the room, I saw my mother standing beside a man I had never seen. Both were fully clothed and nothing else seemed to be out of the ordinary, besides the fact that this man was unknown. After a few moments of awkward silence, my mother began to speak. This is Mark. We were discussing the plans for the house. I entered my room, not quite sure of what to make of the situation. It was awkward, obviously, and I was curious as to what I should do. What would I say?
How would I bring it up? And, really, what business of it Blackmail incest stories mine? So, I decided to not say anything about it unless my mother brought it up, which I knew would not happen. She had created an alibi and had no real reason to breach it.
Or so I thought. After a while of being home, I decided to run out and get some errands done. The man had just left, and I told Blackmail incest stories mom that I was heading out. She looked apprehensive, as if something were on the tip of her tongue. However, she just said okay after a moment and I left. I returned several hours later, and my mom was on the couch, reading. I said hello to her, and she instantly closed her book and became attentive. She asked what I had done, and told her where I had gone.
I want to talk to you. For some reason, I was very calm. I guess it was because she was the guilty one, and I was the innocent. You know that your stepfather always works. But it does get irritating sometimes. I never get any attention anymore. First of all, she must have had sex with this man. She was seemingly coming clean about that, and was explaining herself. She was even talking about things we would never normally talk about. It also occurred to me that I was in a very powerful position.
Knowing this, and having caught them together although not in the actthis confession let me, if desired, demand something. Well, he was a friend of someone who works with me. He came to visit, and he eventually asked me out. No more. I realize how stupid it was. If he left me, which he would, then I would be left broke, and with nothing at all. She held herself together. But this is sort of a big deal, you know? Or what should I do? He Blackmail incest stories deserve to know, but I know how bad that could be for you. Or would be. Obviously, such a demand was insane, especially given the fact that I was her son.
Or have a discussion about it. I just want to have sex with you. Damon, no. Again, I was not in the mood to discuss the wrong of it, and I also knew that I had to be steadfast and, in a sense, threatening. Not in a violent or malicious manner, but in a manner that explained simply that it was not much of an option for her.
I got up after speaking and began to walk out of the room. Something I could buy you?
She looked down and nodded. Be waiting for me in your bedroom. Throughout the next day, it was hard to not think about it. It was also hard to not get excited. But neither were a real possibility. I was so excited to get out of there that the day seemed to drag on for ten hours. The drive home was even more exciting, with the anticipation building. When I entered my house, I would be minutes away from having sex with my own mother.
I knew it was awkward, to be making love to my own mother. The woman who had given birth to me. But I wanted it, and through her own faults, found a way to get it. I entered the house and walked into my room. I took off my work-shirt and took out my wallet and keys, the way I usually did. The door was open and the lights were on, as was the television. I walked in, and my mom was sitting on the bed, watching t.
She was fully clothed, remote in hand, flipping through the channels. She instantly looked up when I entered the room. Or do for you? Anything you want? Which is it? I continued to look at her, and began to walk towards her. I turned off the television as I walked, then remembered the door.
I walked over to it and began to close it, when my mother spoke once again. I just want to be able to hear if… if your stepfather comes home. She sounded, finally, as if she had conceded. I slowly walked over to her until I was directly next to the right side of the bed, where she was sitting Indian style. Both of the lamps were on on either side of the bed, and the room was well lit. She stared down at the floor. I looked at her, almost surveying here. She was wearing a green T-shirt and gray sweatpants. Her hair had been brushed earlier in the day, most of it still in order.
Her staring remained resilient. I Blackmail incest stories forward slowly, around her staring face which was directed towards the floor, her head bowed down a bit and moved my face towards her neck. I then felt my lips connect with her neck, and I kissed it. I then kissed it again, and after a second used my tongue. I sucked on her neck a bit and heard her sniffle, as if she were crying lightly.
I sucked on her neck even harder and then stopped, and moved back to a standing position. I looked at her, and she had still not moved. I raised my left hand to her chest, and placed it on her left breast. I groped it and squeezed it. I massaged it a bit and moved my thumb in an effort to find her nipple, which was not hard and therefore difficult to locate. I moved my hand away again and just stood. After a moment I left the room. She looked up for the first time as I did, but I heard her remain on the bed. As I left, I stopped, turned and looked at her.
The tape had been rewound, and the camera had been charged. To be safe, though, I plugged it into an outlet. I wanted to film the event. That, I realized, would get me off even more. Having a tape of me having sex with my own mother! A fantasy that had always been just that. Until Blackmail incest stories. I hit the record button and began again to move towards the bed.Blackmail incest stories
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