Blackmailing Mother – Chapter Three

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Blackmailing Mother – Chapter ThreeBlackmailing MotherByMichele NylonsChapter Three: 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 türkçe bahis 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 bottomAt 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 a****l!” 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 perabet güvenilir mi 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 tipobet 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 i****tuous 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 bedroomI 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.The End.

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