Chương 2219: BLACKMAILING MOTHER
I put down my newspaper and watched the woman cross the busy road. She waited for a break in the traffic and then strode purposely across the bitumen barely lifting her head from her from her phone, almost daring the steady stream of vehicles to take her on. A car beeped its horn at her and she stood still in the lane and glared at the driver, before striding off.
She wore an expensive camel-coloured London Fog raincoat cinched at the waist, which hid her figure but it was obvious that the body under that bulky coat was worth more than a second glance. Even from this distance I could see that her long, shapely legs were sheathed in gossamer hosiery. Flesh-toned, almost transparent they were so sheer; expensive I bet. Her feet were shod in black, patent leather Christian Louboutin high heels. Her brunette hair was coiffured into a stylish bob, the nap hung to her shoulders, her fringe straight and level with her brows; discreet cerise highlights complemented her icy blue eyes.
Her makeup was heavy, but perfect; dark smoky eyes, rouged cheeks, ruby-red lips. Her gold jewellery glittered in the dim light creeping through the overcast sky.
I twisted in my seat so I could follow her progress as she approached the coffee shop. I had deliberately taken a booth in the back corner of the busy enterprise and had taken the bench seat facing the wall. I turned the other way as she entered the coffee shop. She took off her coat, shook it and hung it on the coat rack adjacent to the entrance. Her voluptuous figure was now fully displayed; she wore a tight-fitting navy-blue power suit, the hem of her skirt resting well above her knees. Several of the male customers turned her way to gawk.
She struggled to squeeze between the crowded tables as she made her way to my table at the back of the room. I stood up as she approached. She gave me a forced smile and air-kissed my cheek, I was immediately enveloped in her perfume; something spicy and expensive. She smoothed her skirt under her as she slid into the booth across from me.
The looked at me with steely blue eyes.
"What is it now Nathan? An increase in your allowance? Uni fees so you can study Patagonian Basket Weaving? Crashed your car?" her disdain for me evident in her voice.
Her phone vibrated and she quickly lost interest in me and began to text.
"Order me a skinny latte darling," she didn't even look up at me.
"And make it to go."
I was taking her away from important matters and she barely had time from her busy schedule to deal with me.
She hardly noticed when I stood, but a look of annoyance and disgust crossed her face as I slid onto the bench seat beside her.
"What the hell..." she began.
"No. Look at this Bethany, I'm sure you will find is very interesting," I held my iphone in front of her.
I pushed a bud into my ear and offered her the other.
"God no," she looked disgustedly at the proffered earbud.
"It's better with sound," I insisted and brushed aside the nap of her hair pushed the bud into her ear.
Before she could protest again I pressed play and the video began to stream on the screen of my iphone. Bethany became silent and sat stunned, her mouth agape.
On the phone in vivid colour a woman lay on a bed her legs spread wide. Her panties and pantyhose were bunched around one ankle but other than that she remained fully clothed. Her skirt was hiked up and a man, also fully clothed, lay between her legs performing cunnilingus.
The woman was writhing with lust, pressing both her hands on the baldhead of the man as he lapped at her cunt. She was gasping and moaning with wantonness and delectation.
I tapped the volume button and the woman's squeals filled the little buds.
"Oh my god Roger, that's so fucking good," her heels drummed on the bedclothes.
"Now fuck me! Fuck me!" she pawed at the man, encouraging him to mount her.
The man began to unbutton the woman's blouse but she slapped his hands away impatiently.
"We don't have time for that Roger! Just fuck me!" the woman gripped the man's long thick penis, protruding from his trousers.
She arched her back and guided him to her sex. The man slammed his cock into the woman's vagina and began to fuck her vigorously; she lifted her legs, crossing her heels behind his back. The woman was still wearing her high heels and she uncrossed her ankles and raked the stilettos on the man's flanks.
The man groaned and fucked the woman harder. She wrapped her hands around the man's neck and pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately as he ground her pubis against his, her orgasm evoking a stream of obscenities which she gasped into the man's open mouth through her red lipsticked lips. The man ground against her, obviously spending himself.
They writhed on the bed until their climaxes subsided. The woman, now sated and disinterested, pushed the man off her and reached out to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She lay there, her skirt hiked up, legs wide open as the man's issue dribbled from her vagina, ran down the crevice between her buttocks and soaked into the towel on which she lay.
The woman checked the messages on her phone as she absentmindedly reached for a handful of tissues and wiped her quim. The man wiped his penis and put it away, zipping his fly. He bent down and pecked the woman on the cheek.
"Same time next week?" the man asked as he put on his jacket.
The woman nodded absentmindedly still fiddling with her phone. The man went out of frame followed by the sound of a door closing. The woman rolled over and put the phone on the pillow so she could still see the screen while she kicked off her heels and began to pull up her pantyhose and then her knickers.
I froze the video there and popped the earbud from the woman's ear and plucked the other bud from mine. The woman just sat there stunned, staring at the frozen image of her pulling up her underwear on my iphone.
The woman finally tore her gaze away from the phone and looked at me; there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"What do you want?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
"I want this," I whispered back at her, my voice was shaking too.
I slipped my hand between her legs and lazily stroked her gossamer-clad thigh, my fingers crept under her skirt, lingering briefly in the crease where her thigh met her groin. Then they slid across the front panel of her sleek satin panties and pressed the silky fabric into her cleft. I rubbed the satin panty crotch against the gusset of her sheer-to-the-wait pantyhose and felt her outer lips open as I pressed my fingers into her mound.
The woman froze, she was astounded at my brazenness. She gasped and then issued a sob; covering her mouth to smother the sound in the crowded coffeehouse.
"I want this mother," I whispered in her ear and began to stroke my fingers between her legs.
She gripped my wrist and held my hand still.
"You're crazy Nathan. I always knew you were a strange boy with strange wants and needs, I've found enough evidence of that over the years; but this is preposterous!" she tried to move my hand from between her legs.
"As preposterous as you fucking dad's brother; getting rogered by Roger," I smirked.
"And you and Dad in the middle of a bitter divorce. Sure, you have the great job, the nice apartment, the BMW and the Merc; your designer clothes and your high-flying friends and acquaintances. But that's nothing compared to half of Daddy's fortune...is it mother?" I grinned viciously.
I gripped her thigh despite the hold she had on my wrist.
"I bet Daddy would be very grateful to me if I gave him a copy of that video. Very grateful indeed," I released my grip on her leg and patted her thigh.
"Ok. I get it. How much," the venom evident in her eyes.
"Oh we will get to that. But first I want this," my hand slid back between her legs.
She slammed her knees together, trapping my hand.
"You're fucking crazy Nathan! What you're proposing is not only disgusting, it's illegal," she hissed, trying to keep her voice down.
With my free hand I manipulated my iphone and held it so she could see it. The email program was open with a draft message on the screen addressed to my father. 'This will interest you,' the message read; there was a file labelled 'mom being Rogered' attached to the email.
"This is what's going to happen mommy. You're going to pleasure me right here, right now, and I'm going to do whatever I like to you while you do it. If you don't I'll send the email. If you deliberately bring attention to us I'll send the email. If you try to leave I'll send the email," I grinned at her.
"You are fucking crazy!" she hissed.
I said nothing. I looked around the coffeehouse and saw that although it was crowded, everyone was busy talking or playing with their own phones; no one had time for anyone else anymore.
I took the newspaper and spread it out across both our laps. Being in the back corner booth we were shielded from everyone anyway, but the newspaper was an added precaution.
"What the fuck are you doing," mother whispered, her voice heavy with concern.
"This," I whispered in reply removing my hand from between her legs.
She was momentarily relieved until she realised what I was doing. The ominous sound of my fly unzipping could just be heard above the chatter and din.
"Oh my god no!" my mother squirmed in her seat, trying to force herself into the corner of the booth.
I took my hand from under the newspaper and my finger hovered over the send button on the email on my phone.
Mother gulped and then she sighed. I grinned, figuring that she was now resigned to her fate.
"You fucking pervert!" she muttered.
I raised my brows and wriggled my finger over my phone.
"Ok. Jesus ok! Take your finger off the phone!" she gasped, a tear ran down her cheek.
"Put your hand where it belongs first," I insisted.
Mother sighed and the newspaper crackled as her hand tentatively crawled under the table and into my crotch. The back of her fingers grazed my erect penis and I flinched and let out a sigh.
I had been dreaming of this moment for so long that it now seemed like a dream.
I leaned into my mother and breathed in her perfume.
"Take it in your hand," I whispered in her ear.
She gulped and nodded tentatively.
Her fingers closed around the girth of my phallus. It was big, a lot bigger than Uncle Roger's.
"Oh my!" my mother was surprised.
"It's been a while since you saw it, isn't it mother," I sniggered.
My face was so close to hers that I could taste her sweet breath.
"You know what to do," I wriggled my hips slightly.
My mother slowly began to stroke my hard cock. It was thick and veiny, the angry purple glans leaking pre-ejaculate already. My mother used the pre-ejaculate to lubricate the shaft as she ever so slowly and ever so lightly stroked my erect penis to full tumescence.
"Mmm," I purred.
My mother was being tentative with me because she hated what I was making her do, but unbeknown to her, she was playing into my hand. Had she just gripped my cock and wanked it I would have ejaculated immediately; as it was I was now receiving full enjoyment from my mother's ministrations.
I slid my hand under the newspaper and stroked my mother's knees. I had always longed to play with her nylon-encased legs; it was my greatest fantasy. I slid my fingers up her thighs, taking my time, my fingers lightly exploring her smooth flesh.
My mother gasped. She closed her legs tighter. I leaned in closer and nibbled on her earlobe, chasing her face as she tried to move away.
"Stop it! I'm not fucking around anymore! One more show of resistance and I'm sending the email and you can eat shit!" I hissed in her ear.
She slumped visibly and nodded slowly, tears running down both cheeks.
I moved my lips to hers and began to kiss her. To anyone looking at us we would appear to be two lovers necking while we waited for our coffee.
I slid my tongue into my mother's mouth and felt no resistance; she was now utterly compliant but not actively participating. It was good enough for me. In fact it was perfect.
My mother slowly stroked my throbbing cock as I kissed her, enjoying the sweetness of her breath, the taste of her lipstick. I began to stroke her stockinged thigh, gently prying her legs open. My hand slid under her skirt and once again my fingers explored that silky crevice where her plump thighs met her body. Her nylons were soft and silky to my touch.
When my fingers began to slide across the slinky satin panel at the front of her panties she gasped into my mouth.
"Please don't," she whimpered around my tongue.
Her fingers closed tighter around my cock and I figured her ruse was to get me off quickly before I ventured into places forbidden.
"You don't get off that easy mom," I sighed and kissed her harder.
My tongue explored her mouth while my fingers explored under her skirt. I caressed the satiny fabric of her panties, enjoying the feeling of the shiny material rubbing on the gusset of her sheer pantyhose. I thought I could hear the whisper of her knickers rubbing on her pantyhose over the slight rustle of the paper.
I slid a finger into the cleft of her sex, rubbing the crotch of her panties against the gusset of her pantyhose. I felt the shape of her mons and slipped my finger inside her panties and pressed it into her labia, rubbing the shimmering translucent pantyhose material against her clitoris.
"Jesus no!" mom shuddered.
"Please don't," she begged.
But her body betrayed her. I felt her juices begin to flow and she involuntarily but instinctively pushed against my finger. It was only momentarily; but it was enough to encourage me.
I moved my finger in little circles over her tender bud and felt my mother quiver against me and her sex begin to moisten. She dragged her fingers over the glans of my penis and worked the pad of one finger on my fraenulum.
She could no longer pretend that she was not enjoying her participation in my illicit game; even if it was against her will.
"Fuck you Nathan! I hate you for this," she growled but her tongue suddenly came to life and she responded to my kiss.
"Can I take your order?" a young girl stood grinning at the end of the booth.
She couldn't see what was going on under the table but she could see that a young man was making out quite passionately with an older woman.
"Christ!" my mother whipped her hand from under the table and slammed her legs shut.
I kept my hand where it was and deliberately pressed my fingertip on my mother's clitoris making her gasp.
"Two skinny lattes please," I grinned up at the pretty young girl.
"Sugar?" the girl asked.
I ground my finger against my mother's clitoris and was rewarded with a gush of vaginal juices. My mother squirmed in her seat.
"No thanks," I smiled.
"You want any muffins, cake, scones?" she read from her menu.
I pressed another finger inside my mother's vagina. I could only get the tip inside her because her pantyhose prevented me getting it inside her any further.
Mother gasped and drummed her heels on the floor.
"I don't think so," I grinned up at the girl who returned my smile.
"Anything else from the menu?" the girl continued her well-rehearsed litany.
I worked my finger inside my mother's cunt while I thrummed her clitoris; her pantyhose gusset and panty crotch were now soaked with her secretions and she was biting her lips to stop herself from moaning.
"Just fuck off and get the coffees!" my mother bellowed so loudly that people at nearby tables turned our way.
"To go," I called after the waitress as she spun on her heels to take our order to the counter.
"You fucking asshole!" my mother hissed and smashed her lips against mine.
Her tongue slid into my mouth just as her fingers once again found my manhood.
Any pretence of reluctance was long gone as my mother firmly gripped my shaft and ran her fingertips over my glans, milking more pre-ejaculate so that she could stroke my hard throbbing cock.
She opened her legs and allowed me full access to her sex; a tincture of the scent of her quim wafted up from under the table.
I placed my free hand around my mother's shoulders and pulled her to me; she reciprocated and kissed me hard, nipping at my lip and plunging her tongue deeper into my mouth. Her hand gripped my cock harder and she began to vigorously wank it.
The newspaper fell from our laps but we didn't care. I worked another finger inside of my mother's quim, my fingers had finally pierced the diaphanous nylon and I could feel her pink, warm, moist flesh clutching at them as I worked my fingers in and out of her. I pressed my thumb on her clitty and gently rotated it.
"Oh god!" my mother gasped into my mouth and her body tensed.
I could sense her orgasm approaching as was mine.
A mom and dad with a small boy and girl in tow approached the back corner of the coffee shop intent on taking the booth next to ours.
They got one table length away from my mother and I before the mom realised what we were doing. She turned to her husband who was also shocked but couldn't help but stare at us.
"Come on kids; let's sit closer to the front of the shop," she turned her children around before they could see what we were doing and kicked her husband in the shins to get him moving.
Mother was gripping my cock tightly now and squeezing it and teasing it as she vigorously wanked and stroked it. She felt it begin to palpitate and knew I was about to ejaculate. She tried to aim it away from her but I thrust my free hand under the table and forced my cock against her leg.
"Oh my," my mother mewed as scalding hot semen erupted from my cock and splashed onto her pantyhosed thighs.
Mother orgasmed with me; she pulled me close, driving her tongue into my mouth, biting my lip as she tried to stifle her scream. Her whole body shook as I worked my fingers in and out of her spongy, clinging cunt and thrummed my thumb on her clitoris.
Her heels drummed on the floor.
The most intense orgasm I had ever felt washed over me, the epicentre was the glans of my penis which was spewing a gelatinous fountain of warm semen over my mother's legs. The veins in my shaft throbbed and bulged as I climaxed. I pushed my cock onto my mother's silky thigh so I could feel the tingly caress of her nylons on my manhood as she drained the last of my seed on her expensive sheers.
Mother convulsed and shivered against me; pulling me close to her as she climaxed. Her crotch was drenched in her juices and the musty smell of semen and tang of vaginal secretions enveloped us.
We clawed at each other until we were both spent and then we simply held each other in silence as the enormity of the offence against nature that we had just committed dawned on us.
My mother extricated herself from my embrace and pulled my hand from under her skirt. I saw tiny globules of my semen clinging to her red fingernails as she reached for the paper napkins.
She wiped her legs, vainly attempting to mop up the semen that had soaked into her stockings. She wiped between her legs and adjusted her panties, pulling down and straightening her skirt, then she sat up straight. She scooted into the corner away from me as I took a wad of napkins and wiped my deflating penis and pushed it back into trousers. I zipped up and then bent down and picked up the newspaper.
There were gobbets of spunk on it so I folded it shut and put on the table.
You could cut the silence with a knife; both of us unsure what to say to each other. Mother reached into her bag and pulled out her compact. She fixed her makeup and repaired her lipstick.
I looked around the store but if anyone had been paying any attention to us they had lost interest. Two teenage couples were engaged in their own make-out sessions elsewhere in the shop and no one was paying attention to them either. The mom who had guided her family away from us gave me look of disgust however. I just smiled and shrugged at her.
Our waitress returned with our coffee and made a fuss of putting it on the table along with more napkins. She put a little plastic tray on the table with the check in it.
My mother couldn't look at me; she stared vacantly out the window.
I stood up, pocketed my phone, picked up my coffee and squeezed out of the booth, ready to leave.
My mother's hand shot out and gripped my wrist. She looked up at me beseechingly.
"So... is that all?" mother whispered; her voice no longer haughty but cowed and subdued.
"Oh no mother; that is not all. We've only just begun," I smirked back at her.
I left her to get the check and strode out of the coffeehouse.
My mother Bethany Griffith was CEO and sole owner of a small but profitable advertising agency called Womankind. My father's business interests were immense, varied and complicated but Bethany held onto her little boutique business as a matter of pride and a source of self-determination.
That said, she was ruthless. Womankind employed only female staff and specialised in feminine-only products. Bethany was CEO and Head of Marketing, Public Relations, Advertising and Creative. Her Personal Assistant, Bonny Driver, oversaw Support and Account Services and mother also had a team of three Account Executives to manage the individual accounts.
She rented the entire fourth floor of an office suite in Soho and the three 'Executives' each had a small private office whilst her own office sprawled across most of the remaining floorspace. Bonny Driver sat at a huge desk outside of the double oak doors leading into Bethany's office; guarding it like a Rottweiler.
The interior was open plan and roughly divided into Bethany's work area with a large desk, layout table and stand-up workstation, a conference area with a table and six chairs. The largest area was set aside for entertaining clients with a comfortable white leather lounge and matching chairs, and a large coffee table. There was a small wet bar, a kitchenette and an ensuite bathroom with a small walk-in-robe. The rugs on the carpeted floors were expensive, as was the artwork that decorated the walls. Two large flat-screen TVs were mounted on the walls, one in each of the conference and entertaining areas.
The conference area had a videoconference setup that was quite evident to clients and prospective customers, but unbeknownst to anyone but Bethany and Bonny the office had a series of cameras and microphones installed that enabled Bethany to secretly record video and audio throughout her office. She would often invite prospective clients to use her office to discuss business or consider her proposals 'in private' whilst secretly recording them. She also liked to review video of her clients' reactions to her ad campaigns and business proposals.
All this was unbeknownst to anyone but Bethany and Bonny. Except for me of course.
One of the many undergraduate classes I had attended after I finished my A-Levels was applied computer science and I was quite a geek. It had taken me hardly any time at all to infiltrate Womankind's computer nexus and access the supposedly secret, restricted access, audio-visual network.
I sat at my computer alternating between the cameras in my mother's office ensuring that I had complete control of them using an app I had developed and installed on my iphone. I zoomed a camera in on a closeup of my mother's buxom buttocks and nylon-sheathed thighs as she stood at her workstation. I began to thicken and was tempted to whip out a pair of mother's discarded pantyhose from my desk drawer and wrap them around my cock but I had more important things to do.
Besides...if my plan worked I would soon be having a lot more fun with mother than just whacking off into her discarded lingerie.
The lift stopped at the fourth floor and opened onto the foyer of Womankind where Bonny Driver sat at her desk, the door to my mother's office behind her was closed. The three Advertising Executive offices were off to my right and I could hear muffled but expansive phone conversations as mother's staff worked hard, just as she demanded.
Bonny gave me a look of distain usually reserved by my mother for me, but Bonny was well aware of my mother's antipathy and derision of me and she followed suit.
Bonny was stunning, a match for my mother in both looks and elegance. They could almost be twins. At forty-two Bonny kept her figure through a regimen of diet and exercise; she was not skinny, rather she had a classic hourglass figure. Her legs were long and shapely and her full breasts remained pert; her body had not been affected by childbirth.
Bonny's hairstyle was a jet-black shoulder-length bob with a single blue cobalt highlight, her makeup was severe, with black eyeliner, blue and mauve eyeshadow, heavy black mascara, rouged cheeks and bright-red lipstick. Her appearance was almost Goth-like but tempered by a polished dress sense.
She wore a tight-fitting pinstriped power suit, the hem of her skirt resting well above her knees. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in sheer grey hosiery; her feet were shod in red, patent leather Christian Louboutin high heels.
Bonny was sexy and sophisticated.
Bonny was also a lesbian; a militant lipstick-lesbian who had an equally militant butch-lesbian girlfriend the size of a refrigerator and with a temper to match her flaming short red hair.
"Hello Bonny," I gave her my best smile.
"What do you want Nathan? You don't have an appointment and Bethany is far too busy to see you today," her mouth turned down at me.
I kept walking towards the sacrosanct oak doors and Bonny leapt to her feet and put herself between my mother's inner sanctum and me.
I had used the remote camera app and knew that mother was alone in her office and I was determined that I was going to see her. She didn't know it but we had important urgent business.
"Is your bull-dyke girlfriend still giving it to you with a strap-on; or is it true that she's actually grown a penis?" I taunted Bonny, looking for a rise.
"Even without a strap-on I bet she's got a bigger prong than you," Bonny teased in return.
"Ok enough with the playful banter Bonny. Let me in to see Bethany; she doesn't know I'm coming but I'm sure she will see me," I replied.
Much to Bonny's surprise that was the case; my mother told Bonny to let me in.
I walked into mother's cavernous office and closed and locked the door behind me. Me locking the door was not lost on her.
She wore her usual work attire, a navy-blue power-suit with short skirt, her white satin blouse was fully displayed, her suit jacket hung off the back of her office chair. She was standing at her workstation and I had an uninterrupted view of her body. Her full breasts thrust out from her chest, straining the fabric of her blouse, her long legs were clad in ultra-sheer flesh-toned hosiery, her feet shod in black high-heels.
Mother's hair and makeup were perfect as usual and I felt myself becoming erect in anticipation.
"What the fuck do you want?" she looked at me like dogshit on her shoe.
I walked casually up to workstation whilst manipulating my iphone.
"What I want for you is to transfer five thousand pounds to this account number," I tossed my phone on her desk.
Bethany's mouth turned down.
"I knew it would be about the money," she sighed.
"Oh come on mother; you enjoyed our little soiree in the coffeehouse as much as I did," I reached out and squeezed a buttock.
Mother snatched my hand away.
"What you made me do was disgusting!" she hissed.
"Just transfer the money and daddy won't need to know about you and uncle Roger," I chuckled.
Bethany bought up the webpage for her private bank account on the screen and transferred the funds. As soon as I saw her execute the transfer I snatched up my phone and used my banking app to transfer the money immediately into another account. I didn't want my mother to know where I kept my money.
"So is that it now Nathan? Have you finished blackmailing your mother?" she said scornfully.
I ignored her; my attention was taken by a package on her desk. The slim rectangular package contained hosiery. There was a picture on the front of the packet of a woman smoothing out the product along her shapely legs.
"Pant-E-Hose," I read the writing on the packaging.
A prototype for a large advertising poster was arranged on the layout table.
Mother reached out to take the advertising mockup off the layout table but I snatched it away before she could. On the cardboard handbill the same model as on the packaging was smoothing the hosiery around her thighs and buttocks. The gusset of the pantyhose was similar to a control top but it was bikini shaped and darker than the ultra-sheer legs of the hosiery, it was a shimmery coffee-coloured panty.
'Finally, pantyhose that really are a panty and hosiery all in one,' the speech balloon emanating from the smiling model's mouth read.
The slogan at the bottom of the advertisement read:
'Don't wear tights - wear Pant-E-Hose! Do away with unsightly visible panty line, leave your knickers in the drawer. Pant-E-Hose combines the sheerest of hosiery with comfortable, sheer, form-flattering panties.'
"Nice product mom. You have the contract to advertise these I take it?" I waved the package of pantyhose at her.
"Yes Nathan. Not that it should matter to you, other than that the labelling will undoubtedly appeal to your fetish," mother groused.
"I've always hated our British use of the term tights; makes me think of those horrible ribbed leggings that the girls wore at school in winter. I much prefer the word pantyhose and I really like these Pant-E-Hose," I dropped the package on her desk.
"As much as your penchant for hosiery is fascinating to you; I really have some important work to get on with," mother sighed and indicated the doors.
I took a step forward and closed in on my mother. I could see the fear in her eyes and smell her expensive perfume. She stepped backwards until her back was pressed against her workstation.
"Bethany; my priorities are now your priorities. I thought you would understand that by now," I waved my phone under her nose; the blackmailing email addressed to father on the screen.
Mother gulped and nodded. Her haughty demeanour was replaced with a look of defeat.
I placed a hand on her leg and smoothed it along her warm sheer-stockinged thigh.
I leaned into her and whispered in her ear.
"Are you wearing them?"
She looked at me confused.
"The Pant-E-Hose. Are you wearing them?" I said for clarification.
Mother looked down at her feet and nodded her head imperceptivity.
I squeezed her thigh and said in a demanding tone.
"Are you wearing them?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Let me see," I nuzzled her ear.
She tried to move her head away from me but I followed her and nipped at her earlobe.
"Behave yourself mother and let me see," I demanded.
I stepped back to allow her some room.
She kept her head down and began to slowly lift her skirt.
My cock thickened as her shapely, gossamer-clad legs were exposed, and then the darker shimmery panty fabric at the very tops of her thighs and her lower belly.
Mother began to shake.
"This is so degrading Nathan. I thought you had finished with this now that I've paid you," she sobbed.
I pulled her to me and kissed her and despite her struggles she knew better than to drop her skirt. Her body pressed against mine and I could feel her breasts squished against my chest. I slipped my tongue into her mouth briefly.
"You liked what we did in the coffeehouse," I whispered into her ear.
"You made me like it; you forced me," she sighed.
I was manoeuvring her towards the white leather lounge, holding her close and making her walk lockstep with me. I allowed her to drop her skirt but she was totally under my control. She stopped when the back of her legs pressed against the lounge.
"Please don't Nathan. Please don't degrade me further," she begged.
I played with my phone, activating the secret cameras using my app, then I put my phone down so that I could give my mother my undivided attention.
I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. She struggled in my arms but she was no match for me; in fact her struggles were inflaming my desires. My cock hardened and I was sure that she could feel it pressing into her stomach through my trousers. My hand found her buttocks and squeezed them as I rubbed my cock against her. Mother gasped in my mouth as she felt the girth of my cock thrust against her tight belly.
Mother squirmed and writhed in my grasp, trying to extricate herself from me. My lips were locked on hers and as much as she tried I wouldn't let her go. I finally let her break the kiss and I smiled down at her wickedly.
"You're such a pig!" she spat at me.
I leered at her and then reached out and tore open her blouse; the buttons scattered on the floor. I gazed at her magnificent breasts cupped in the white lace and satin brassiere. I wasn't really a 'tit man' per se but they were a splendid example of mammary perfection and I reached out and squeezed them; feeling her nipples harden to my touch.
As much as she wanted to get away from me I had her locked against the couch. My fingers slid inside the cups and caressed her milky white soft flesh and then the dark areolae and finally her engorged nipples. She gasped and fell back on the lounge.
I followed her down, straddling her.
She looked up at me, her mascara smudged by her tears.
"Please stop," she begged; but her breathing quickened as I caressed her breasts.
I now had both of her globes free of her brassiere and lowered my face and began to suckle them, licking the dark areolae and then softly nibbling on her nipples. Her pleas of restraint became moans of lust as she cradled my head to her breasts. I suckled her teats as my mother writhed beneath me.
"I fucking hate you Nathan," she gasped as I worked my mouth along the nape of her neck and finally found her mouth.
She willingly opened her lips for me and her tongue found mine as we kissed passionately. I tasted her lipstick and breathed in her perfume; all of my senses inflamed.
Her skirt was rucked up around her waist and I wriggled above my mother as she writhed beneath me. I was forcing her to open her legs and she was trying to keep them closed.
I won.
I was lying between my mother's legs, my groin pressed against hers while I kissed her passionately and fondled her breasts.
I snatched away one hand and worked it between our bodies and unzipped my flies. I freed my erect penis and pressed it against my mother's belly, it brushed against the cool slippery fabric of her panty and I gasped with delight.
Mother stopped struggling.
"What are you doing Nathan. How dare you! Stay away from there!" she hissed.
I guided her hand down to my erect penis and her fingers closed around it reluctantly.
"I'll give you another handjob Nathan but that's all we are doing," she sighed.
I said nothing but I gasped as my mother took my erect penis in her hand and slowly began to masturbate me. I immediately began to leak pre-ejaculate, which my mother used to lubricate my penis as she feathered her fingers up and down the shaft and over the bulbous glans.
I crushed my lips against hers and drove my tongue into my mother's mouth; I sipped her sweet breath. Mother was still squirming beneath me, not yet fully compliant as my fingers explored her fleshy thighs. I drifted them up to her warm, silky crotch and she froze.
"No Nathan! Not again!" she gasped as I pressed a finger along the outline of her vagina through the velvety panty fabric.
But once again her body was not complying with her consciousness's wishes; I could feel the first scintilla of moisture wet my fingertip.
"Oh no! Please stop," my mother gasped.
But she gripped me harder and stroked my cock vigorously and kissed me deeply.
I worked my fingers into the diaphanous panty material; it clung to my mother's shaven mound. I could feel the fat outer lips of her labia majora and then the delicate inner lips protecting the entrance to her vagina and shrouding her clitoris. I gently pushed the translucent panty against her clitty and began to delicately caress the little nubbin, using a circular motion.
Mother shuddered and squeezed my cock harder.
"You bastard!" she hissed.
She opened her legs wider to accommodate me and allow full access to her sex. Once again I had defeated her and overcome her reluctance. Now I intended to take our masturbatory tryst further. I knew that mother would resist with all her will but I wanted more. I wanted to feel my cock pushing on her cunt through her delicate, luxurious, silken pantyhose.
I quickly snatched her hand away from cock and mine away from her pussy and pressed my groin into hers.
Mother instinctively clamped her legs around me, which was the opposite of what she should have done. My cock grazed across mother's sleek, satiny mound, the feel was amazing. I had masturbated with my mother's pantyhose and panties before but now I actually had my cock pressing into her pantyhose-clad cunt and the sensation was astounding. I tried my hardest not to come.
"No! No! No!" my mother writhed and wriggled under me.
Her hands beat on my back and her legs kicked out. The silly bitch didn't realise that this only further stimulated me and my cock pressed into her labia, I could actually feel her cunt lips wrapped around my cock through the gauzy layer of panty.
I ripped off my own shirt and pulled down my jeans to my knees whilst my mother whined and fought beneath me then I lowered my face back to hers and chased her lips. I crushed my mouth against hers, tasting lipstick and saliva as my tongue invaded her mouth. My hands found her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples as the glans of my penis rubbed against her clitoris.
"You fucking bastard!" mother squealed, but she knew she was defeated.
She surrendered and her tongue found mine, her nipples hardened and her cunt began to ooze vaginal secretions, which soon soaked the gusset of her pantyhose.
My mother wrapped her legs around me as I began to fuck her through her pantyhose, my cock shrouded in the sleek, glossy pantyhose fabric pressed against her sensitive clitoris and inner cunt lips.
As I got into rhythm my mother clung to me, meeting my thrusts, her nylon-clad legs rubbed on my tender flesh, sending ripples of delight through my body. My cock was throbbing, the exquisite sensations emanating from my tender glans and sleek shaft were driving me to peak.
Mother slavered at my mouth and raked her fingers along my back as her own orgasm approached.
I pushed hard and the tip of cock entered her vagina, still sheathed in delicate pantyhose fabric. I only managed to get about an inch of my phallus inside my mother but it was enough.
I orgasmed and copious amounts of hot semen ejaculated from my pulsing, hard cock.
Mother screamed and drummed her high-heels on my back as she orgasmed in concert with me. She pushed her buttocks up off the couch, forcing as much as my cock as her pantyhose would allow inside her, the shaft rubbed on her clitoris and drove her maniacal as she simultaneously kissed me, hugged me, then beat me and bit me.
"Oh you fucking cunt Nathan! I fucking hate you; you fucking monster! Now fuck me! Fuck your mother!" she howled.
My semen was flooding her cunt, soaking into her pantyhose as my cock continued to convulse. I could feel the outer ring of her vagina throbbing, milking me of my seed as mother came too.
After what seemed like an eternity we both lay still; panting and sweating and quivering now and then as the last of our climaxes subsided.
Mom was sobbing quietly; her head down. She couldn't look at me; she felt ashamed of herself.
I picked up her leg and wiped my deflating penis on her calf; the residue of my semen and her vaginal secretions soaked into her pantyhose, darkening the sheer fabric. When she realised what I'd done she snatched back her leg.
I pulled up my pants and buttoned my shirt, Bethany lay on the lounge with her skirt still hiked up, her panty crotch a sodden mess of semen and cunny juice, her breasts exposed, her brassiere askew and her blouse ripped open. Crying had ruined her makeup and her hair was a mess.
I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
I sauntered over to her ensuite bathroom and opened her small walk-in wardrobe. I pulled a freshly pressed blouse off the hanger and went by her desk and picked up the packet of Pant-E-Hose off her desk.Mother was still curled up on the couch, but she had stopped crying.
I dropped the fresh blouse and the package of pantyhose beside her.
"Get cleaned up and get changed. You look like a mess," I sniggered.
I pulled mother from the couch and directed her towards the ensuite bathroom. While she was there I used my app to replay the video I had recorded using her office cameras. With suitable editing I would soon make the imagery look like it was just two consenting adults having sex. The fact that they were mother and son of course would only be evident to those who knew.
Mother came out of the ensuite about fifteen minutes later looking stately and exhibiting her usual commanding presence. She looked like the eminent professional and mistress of her domain.
She looked at me derisively.
"How long is this abominable and repugnant behaviour going to go on Nathan? Surely you have degraded me enough and sated your incestuous carnal desires," Mother pulled a Virginia Slim cigarette from a package in her desk drawer and lit it.
"You know that it's against the law to smoke in an office like this," I grinned at her.
"You know it's against the law to fuck your mother in an office like this," she spat back at me.
"You liked it," I grinned.
"You forced me to like it; I can't control my body's reactions when they are forced into stimuli," mother drew on her cigarette, but she was blushing profusely.
"But you weren't forced to suck off uncle Roger or to ride his big cock were you mother?" I sniggered.
"Nathan!" she screeched.
"This fascination you have with tights, pantyhose, stockings, knickers and lingerie. I know the fetish developed during your adolescence and when I caught you, I know I didn't handle it that well but you have to stop!" Bethany said.
"Oh so you do remember?" I replied.
She ashed her cigarette in a saucer on her desk and took a deep drag.
"Of course I remember; how could I forget," she blushed.
"But surely you can find some girl who will do what you want; you certainly have enough money now to pay for one," the anger evident in her eyes.
"But I like you mommy," I snickered.
"You're sick!" she snapped.
"I might be? But what are you gonna do about it?" I grinned at her.
Mother was seething, her anger visible.
I walked over to the rubbish bin and extracted the discarded Pant-E-Hose that she had been wearing during sex. I raised them to my nose and sniffed the crotch.
"Jesus!" Bethany sighed.
"I might get a blowjob next time I drop around," I grinned at her and stuffed the garment in my pocket.
Something crashed against the imposing oak doors just after I closed them behind me.
Bonny Driver was sitting at her desk; her legs crossed. Because I was beside her desk I could see every inch of her long legs sheathed in sheer grey pantyhose. She deliberately re-crossed her legs giving me an uninterrupted view of her purple-satin panty-clad crotch.
She grinned at me salaciously; she was teasing me, knowing my penchant for nylon-encased limbs.
"I see you had the usual effect on your mother," she commented about my mother throwing an object at me as I closed the doors behind me.
"You would be quite surprised at what effect I sometimes have on my mother," I grinned at her equally salaciously.
As I strode over to the lift I was unaware that a footlet of my mother's pantyhose was protruding from my back pocket in plain sight. The possible significance of this was not lost on Bonny.
I lay on the bed in my mother's bedroom; she had likely forgotten that I still had a key to her apartment and the silly woman hadn't changed the code on the burglar alarm. I was naked except for the pair of Pant-E-Hose that my mother had discarded in her office.
I loved the feel of the cool, silky nylon on my shaved legs and the tight sheer panty clung to my buttocks and scrotum. The stink of my mother's vaginal secretions wafted to my nose, providing more stimulation and I lazily stroked my cock through the translucent material.
It was on this bed, not that many months ago, that mother had caught me just like this. I was wearing her pantyhose and also a pair of her lustrous, shiny panties, I was humping her satin pillow as I sniffed the crotch of a pair of her knickers that I had taken from the washing basket.
I had developed a penchant for women's legs clad in nylon as I entered adolescence and as I was not really the rugged outdoor type, I spent most of time at home. Even as I turned eighteen and became an adult I lived at home, dad was always away overseas and mom was devoted to work leaving me the house to myself between classes at university, most which I skipping and pretty much flunking anyway.
I was a disappointment to my mother and my father didn't really care what I did.
But when mom was around she always wore sheer pantyhose or sometimes stockings and I hung around her like a cat under her feet, always looking for an opportunity to touch those luscious nylon-clad legs or peek under her skirt.
I overheard mom talking to one of her girlfriends over a glass of wine in the kitchen during one of her many social gatherings. She was lamenting the decline of women wearing hosiery.
"Bare legs do not look professional," Bethany espoused to her friend.
"And some of those pale, scabby limbs need all the help they can get," her friend replied, gushing on Bethany's every word.
"Now that Kate Middleton and Meghan Markle have made pantyhose and sheer tights popular again; the trend towards ladies wearing sheer hose seems to be on the up," Bethany sniffed and sipped her wine.
"I apply the 'Three B' rule. The only time I don't wear nylons is at the beach, in the bath or in bed. Though there a quite a few times I do wear them to bed," mother patted her friend on the shoulder and gave her a knowing wink.
Mother was working hard and often fell asleep on the lounge, having usually quaffed several glasses of wine, which meant she was pretty much comatose.
She would lie there fully clothed having just kicked off her heels and I would take advantage of her.
I'd take her stockinged feet in my hands and caress them and then take them in my mouth, sucking her nyloned toes and stroking my hardening cock. Then I'd free my cock from my pyjamas and press her feet together and fuck that glorious translucent tunnel, ejaculating on her toes and arches. I'd wipe away the evidence with a moistened face cloth.
Another favourite activity was to stroke those long, elegant, nylon-sheathed legs all the way up to her thighs. I'd rub my cheeks on them and push my face under her skirt and sniff her cunt through her pantyhose and panties. I'd rub my penis along her legs and if she was lying in a position that allowed me to do so, I'd straddle her and rub my cock on her panty-enclosed mound, taking care not to ejaculate there.
I don't know if mother ever suspected that I carried out these lecherous and immoral violations on her sleeping personage but I do know that she knew about my penchant for masturbating with her lingerie and hosiery.
I'd sneak into her bathroom and take a pair of worn pantyhose and slide a leg of the translucent material over my cock and then wrap my hand in a pair of her panties and slowly wank myself. As my pleasure built and with gratification approaching, I'd place the gusset of another pair of her soiled panties or pantyhose against my nose and breathe in her pungent elixir.
The double layer of nylon and satin on my cock would feel rapturous and my phallus would pulse and quiver as my orgasm approached. Any inclination to be cautious or discreet would be washed away by the sensations of my mothers stockings rubbing on my cock and the scent of her cunt.
I would squirt copious amounts of semen into my mother's undergarments as my orgasm rippled through my body. I would often fall to my knees trembling with the delectation of the feelings coursing through my senses.
Of course mother soon found out.
It was my understanding that she chose to ignore my fascination with her hosiery and knickers, deciding it was a harmless fetish, the consequences of which were easily dealt with by laundering the offending items or throwing them out and buying replacements.
Then one day she burst into my bedroom quite furious.
"Stop wanking off into my pantyhose and knickers for god sake! Buy your own or at least wash mine if you have to use them you perverted young man!" she threw a pair of semen-stained pantyhose at me that I had accidentally laddered whilst masturbating with them.
But my fetish could not be suppressed nor denied and I moved my predilection for and obsession with wearing her pantyhose and masturbating to her bed. There I could still smell her perfume and the scent of her body while I humped a pillow and sniffed her panties imagining it was her; it was almost inevitable that I would get caught.
When I did these unspeakable acts on her bed, I became more brazen and less circumspect. I would forget to straighten the bedclothes properly or I'd leave an intimate item behind, and sometimes, because I was so excited, my emissions would stain the bed covers.
And of course one day she came home early and found me taking my pleasure on her bed, clad in her pantyhose and panties, humping her pillow.
"You fucking degenerate freak!" she screamed at me.
Her temper was unbridled and although I was a lithe eighteen-year-old boy, her anger and vehemence gave her the energy to overpower me. She dragged me to the edge of the bed and wielded me into her lap.
"You wanna behave like a fucking naughty schoolboy then I'll treat you like one!" she shrieked and bought her palm down on my buttocks.
Mother proceeded to pull down my panties and spank me vigorously; my buttocks began to flush bright red through the sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose gusset.
"Take that you pervert!" she yelled as she lathered by bottom
At first the surprise and the pain was shocking. But I soon began to enjoy the feel of my pantyhose-encased cock rubbing on my mother's thighs as she spanked me. I wriggled and writhed as I took my spanking, pretending that it was pain causing me to do so, when in fact I was rubbing my cock on mom's luscious thighs.
Mother's hand smacking my nyloned buttocks produced a decadent masochistic burning which complemented the licentious feel of my silken hosed cock rubbing on my mother's plump diaphanous-sheathed thighs.
Mother screamed when I orgasmed. She felt my scalding ejaculate soak through my pantyhose gusset and drench her nylons; the creamy substance smeared her thighs. Her response was to spank me harder, which only caused me to squirt more hot jism onto her legs. I ejaculated so much semen that it ran down her thighs, under her knees and down her calves, saturating her nylons.
"Ahh! Oh my god! You fucking pig!" mother pushed me off her and I fell to the floor.
"You fucking degenerate animal!" she kicked me; the toe of her high heel digging into my ribs.
"Get the fuck out of this house you disgusting pervert!" she shrieked, kicking me across the floor.
And that was that. I was whisked off to a university flophouse and provided with a meagre stipend on which to live. I don't know what she told my father, obviously not the truth.
That was the last time I was allowed to see my mother on her own until I deceived her into coming to the coffeehouse.
During the interim I had dropped in and out of various university courses, but applied computer sciences had been my forte. I had used those learned skills twice to my satisfaction and I intended to do so again today.
I looked at the video of me humping away at Bethany in her office on my iPhone. I had edited the video impeccably and there was no indication that Bethany was anything other than a willing participant.
I smiled as I heard the key in the lock at the front door then the click clack of my mother's high heels on the stairs. The door creaked a little when she opened it.
"Jesus Nathan you scared the shit out of me!" she grumbled.
"Did you break in to hump my pillows again," she said sarcastically.
"What's it to be this time? You want me to wank you off? Wanna fuck my legs? Want more cash?" she sounded resigned.
She kicked off her shoes and walked over to the small refrigerator in the corner of the bedroom and poured herself a wine. She didn't even comment on the fact that I was naked except for the Pant-e-Hose I was wearing.
"I'll have one too mom and then come over here. I want to show you something," I said.
Mother shrugged and poured two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc and padded back to the bed. She perched on the edge of the bed well away from me and offered me the wine in her outstretched hand.
I chuckled and took the wine and offered her my iPhone.
"Just press play," I said as I sipped the cold crisp wine.
She looked at the screen; her demeanour quite acquiescent.
"Well at least the money I'm paying for your education has been put to some sort of use; even if it is only to blackmail me," she sighed.
"Don't be like that mommy," I gently took the glass from her hand and placed it on the nightstand next to mine.
Mother didn't react at all when I kissed her; crushing my lips against hers. She let me slip my tongue into her mouth but remained subservient and did not respond to my kisses. I slid my hand along her thigh and under her skirt, stroking her sheer pantyhose, finding sleek satin panties over her pantyhose gusset.
She flinched when my fingers found her mound but offered no resistance other than a detached and indifferent sigh. It was like playing with a rag doll.
I lowered my mother onto the bed, placing her head on the pillows. I opened her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse and she just lay there, docile and compliant.
When I removed a creamy white globe from her brassiere and tweaked the nipple it hardened and mother flinched slightly. I lowered my mouth to it and sucked on her teat, teasing her other breast with my fingers. I could hear her heartbeat pounding in her cheat and smell her perfume. I snuggled up to her and alternately suckled her breasts or kissed her yielding red-lipsticked lips.
Mother's breathing became laboured as I allowed my hand begin to explore her body. I stroked her legs, starting at her ankles and working my way up to her thighs. I straddled her and began to tongue her feet, sucking on her nylon-encased toes and then her calves and finally her pantyhose thighs. When I lifted her skirt up out of the way she sighed but didn't move and I gazed at her shiny white satin panties, complemented by the dark coffee-coloured pantyhose gusset.
I lapped at her pubis through the gossamer layers of her panties and pantyhose and she shuddered. I smiled. I knew that my mother wouldn't be able to resist my ministrations much longer. I lapped at her pungent labia, the scent of her perfume mingled with the bouquet of her vaginal secretions. The gussets of her nylons and her knickers began to moisten with her juices. I eased aside the crotch of her panties.
The folds of her pink labia were open like the petals of an exotic flower shrouded in the gauzy nylon of her pantyhose. Little jewels of cunny juice glittered on the translucent pantyhose. I lowered my face and licked them up and then ran my tongue along her outer cunt lips.
Mom gasped and her hands darted to my head. She guided my face to her sex as I lapped and licked at her vagina through her pantyhose. She freed a hand and bought it to her crotch and used a long red fingernail to rip open her pantyhose along the seam, allowing me full access to her sex.
I lapped at her cunt as she pushed my face into her groin; my tongue found her clitoris, erect and delicate, located inside her inner lips. I sucked on it gently and used the tip of my tongue to tease it.
"Oh! Oh!" Bethany whimpered.
She bent her knees and opened her legs wide to give me full access to her genitalia.
I slipped a finger inside my mother's vagina as I suckled her cunt, using my tongue to tease and tickle her clitoris.
"Yes Nathan! Yes! Right there!" she gasped.
I worked my finger in and out of her moist passage and then I slid in another finger and with my palm facing up I curled my fingers and gently stroked the top of her vaginal wall until my mother gasped. I had found her G-spot and I pressed the pads of fingers against it in a circular motion while I lapped at her clitoris.
Bethany actually screamed as she came. She twisted her fingers in my hair and pushed my head into her groin and lifted herself off the bed and ground her crotch against my face. Her juices ran down my face.
"Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes! You dirty fucking son of mine! Oh my God Yessssssssss!" she writhed and squirmed on the bed as she orgasmed; bucking her groin into my face until she was sated.
When she finally stopped wriggling and lay still, panting hard, I extracted myself from her and crawled up the bed and lay beside her, lazily stroking her breast.
She put her hand over mine and turned to me.
"Where did you lean to do that?" she gasped, still trying to catch her breath.
"It's a natural talent," I grinned at her.
"I need to use the bathroom," mother said and disentangled herself from me.
When she returned to bed she had changed out of her work clothes and was wearing a negligee and a fresh pair of pantyhose.
"I suppose you want something in return," she said brusquely.
Her attitude had changed completely now that the effects of her orgasm had subsided.
"A wank? Come on my legs? Come on my crotch? Or am I to give you that blowjob that you said you wanted," she said tersely.
"None of those thanks mother. I'm going to fuck you, you bitch," I hissed and pulled her down onto the bed and straddled her.
My mother began to wriggle and struggle underneath me. She suddenly realised that she was in serious trouble and had lost control of the situation.
"But you're my son; you're not supposed to fuck me," she begged.
"I am sorry mom but you are about to get what you deserve," I gnarled.
Mother realised that fighting me was out of the question. She had masturbated me, allowed me to dry-hump her and allowed me to commit cunnilingus on her. She realised that now I was going to take the final step and actually fuck her.
She decided not to fight. There was a slim chance that if she didn't respond that maybe the I might take up her offer of fellatio or do some other depraved act other than fuck her. She lay still on the bed.
"I know what you're doing mother but I've dreamt of doing this for so long that either way I'm going to fuck you," I whispered in her ear and the licked her face.
I ripped a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose and freed my erection so that it jutted out proud and throbbing.
"If you think I'm going to fight you while you try to put that thing in me you're mistaken. I've come to realise that the more I resist you, the more you like it," she whimpered.
Mother didn't respond and she didn't fight; she just lay there with me on top of her, her legs spread. Lying prone and not offering any response at all only served to inflame my lust. I put my hand between my mother's legs and positioned my cock over her pantyhose covered pussy and started to thrust slowly against her.
I continued to kiss my mother's unresponsive lips as I humped her pantyhose crotch, the sensation was magnificent. I could feel the outline of my mother's sex through the hose and I adjusted myself so that my cock was between her puffy labia. The sheer nylon was saturated with her secretions and my saliva from our cunnilingus session so I couldn't tell if mother was aroused or not but she continued to just lie still and impassive.
I reached down and put a fingernail against the nylon covering her cunt and pushed until I felt her pantyhose tear. Mother still didn't move so I pushed forward with my hips. The tip of my penis forced its way through the hole in her pantyhose and was nestled in her pussy lips against the entrance to her cunt. I pushed forward slowly but firmly and felt the head of my cock penetrate my mother's vagina.
"Oh God no!" my mother grunted as she felt my cock enter her.
Mother flinched but she made no effort to stop me; I pushed my shaft in further and found no resistance. She was wet! It was obvious that my mother was not going to become a willing participant; but she couldn't stop her body from responding.
"Ohhh!" Mother grunted again as my cock burrowed further inside her.
Although she was unwilling; my cock was arousing Bethany. It was long and thick; far bigger than my father's or my uncle's. Her vagina began to lubricate again and exquisite little sparks of sexual excitement began to surge through her.
"Oh please stop Nathan! Please stop! Don't do this son!" she begged.
I ignored her and started to slowly thrust, hardly moving my cock at all, just enough to push inside her, millimetre by millimetre.
"Mmm...You're tighter than I thought you would be mother," I whispered in her ear.
Bethany flinched at the backhanded insult but she couldn't stop the lewd sensations emanating from her bruised but sopping minge.
Not only was she being fucked by her son, she was beginning to enjoy it!
Eventually I was fully inside mother and my scrotum came to rest against the silken gusset of her pantyhose, I was trying to delay my orgasm. I was close to coming and entering my mother slowly had helped prevent my climax. But I knew the inevitable would happen soon, regardless of how leisurely I fucked her.
My mother felt my cock fully enter her, filling and stretching her vagina; the base of my cock ground against her clitoris and she could do nothing to stop the delectation radiating from her vagina. She tried, but couldn't stifle another moan.
"Oh," she whimpered.
I lifted her silken hosed legs up and wrapped them around my body. Mother didn't fight me; it was like fucking a beautiful manikin. I could feel her silky pantyhose legs on my back and my own pantyhose-sheathed thighs; I pulled my throbbing cock all the way out of my mother and then I thrust deeply, once, twice, three times.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out in passion.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" my mother cried each time that I plunged my cock deep inside her, she grunted with the force of my thrusts.
On the final thrust I pushed my cock in as far it would go and my scrotum nestled on her pantyhose clad buttocks.
I ejaculated deep inside my mother.
I crushed my mouth against my mother's lips and she began to respond. She opened her lips and allowed my tongue to explore her mouth. She kissed me back and suddenly her legs came to life and she wrapped them around my body, rubbing her silken-sheathed claves along my torso. She wrapped her arms around me and lifted her buttocks up and arched her back to meet my thrusts.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she wailed and ground her sex against me.
Bethany felt her vagina flood with her son's scalding semen as his cock jackhammered in and out of her; her clitoris felt like it was on fire and the walls of her vagina throbbed and squeezed her son's quivering member filled her with his seed.
I shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as I filled my mother with my hot semen. Her heels beat against my back, spurning me on, the intensity of our illicit incestuous orgasm was incredible. We kissed and hugged and slammed our bodies against one and other. I clenched my mother's buttocks; digging my fingers into her pliant flesh and pulling her to me.
Fuck me! Oh fuck me! Fuck me you bastard!" she screamed.
After what seemed almost like an eternal orgasm I lay on top of my mother, spent, panting, and gasping for breath. Mother lay under me, exhausted, her legs spread wide, her pantyhose torn and soaked with semen and vaginal juices. Her arms lay by her side as she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom
I leant down to kiss her but she turned her face away.
"Don't do that," she said, the revulsion in her voice surprised me somewhat.
"You just forced yourself on me. You made me orgasm sure; but you still forced yourself on me."
"Can you leave here and go home now please?" Mother whimpered.
"I don't think so Bethany. I have one more video to show you," I reached for my iPhone on the bedside table.
"What now? You have more than enough imagery to blackmail me for a life time," she sighed.
"Oh no mommy, you'll like this one," I raised the phone to her face.
At first mother was irritated that I was making her watch another video but the imagery on the screen soon had her undivided attention.
It was my father, naked on a bed in what was obviously a seedy hotel and he was soon joined by a rather attractive mature woman wearing only lingerie and high heels. The fact that my father was obviously about to commit adultery didn't amount to schmick but the fact that the 'woman' was sporting a huge erection and was about to mount my father did.
"Oh my god Nathan that is priceless! That fucking arsehole will give me anything I want I threaten him with that!" mother beamed.
"It will cost you mommy," I sipped my wine.
"Yes?" Bethany said expectantly and cuddled up to me.
"One. I get to move back in here," I counted off on my fingers.
Mother nodded.
"Two. I sleep in this room with you."
Mother hesitated only briefly and then nodded.
"Three. The 'Three B' rule becomes the 'Two B' rule and you always wear nylons to bed," I grinned.
This time mother answered by sliding her nylon-encased leg along my flank and smiling at me.
"And of course I give you some of the money that I'm going to squeeze out of your shithead father," she kissed me quickly.
"Deal. Also, you stop fucking uncle Roger and save yourself for me. You will have a copy of the incriminating video in your email inbox tonight," I put down my wine.
"Good. Now that we have a deal Nathan I think we should seal it with another fuck; but first I want your face between my legs and your fingers inside me doing that thing you did before," she grinned at me sheepishly.
I began to slide down the bed to do her bidding.
"Oh by the way. Bonny Driver saw the footlet of those pantyhose that you took from my office protruding from your pocket when you left my office," mother said as she opened her legs wide for me.
"Mmm...that's another conversation we need to have. How do we get Bonny in this bed with us?" I chuckled.
"Yes honey but later...now lick mommy's pussy like a good boy," she pushed my face into her groin.
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