Blackmailing Mom and more...(Closed for Cobra_14)

Janelle was sitting in my kitchen, her skirt around her hips. I was naked, under my kitchen table, lapping her pussy like a dehydrated dog laps up water. This had become my morning routine making my neighbor cum before she went to work, and hiding this secret from everyone in my life.

"Shit bitch, your fucking kid just pulled up. Get dressed before he sees what a whore you are." I scramble out from under the table and threw on my robe. I quickly grab some coffee mugs and put them on the table. I walk over to my Keurig and start it brewing. As I put the sugar bowl on the table I hear footsteps in the hall. I hoped that the smell of wet pussy that hung heavy in the air would go unnoticed, as would the fact I was totally naked under my short robe.

I waited nervously for my son to walk into the kitchen and tried to figure out how to get rid of hi so I could finish servicing my Mistress.

Parker was all sweaty from playing ball with his buddies, and couldn’t wait to get home and take nice cold shower. He had his jersey already off and was wearing just his gym shorts. He was a great looking kid at nineteen, with a great looking body by going to the gym and playing sports. He inherited his good looks from his Mom. Parker was 6’4 like his Dad and his hair was a very dark brown bordering on black.

I walks in the house and I could smell the aroma of coffee and something else but couldn’t make it out, and when I heard voices I knew right away Mom had company. I didn’t know who it was till I walk into the kitchen, and then recognized Janelle my Moms best friend. Suddenly the other scent hit’s my nostrils when I entered the kitchen, and one look at Janelle’s face even before I looked at Mom. I knew what they were doing before I walked in.

I was not upset knowing that Mom liked women. Hell I didn’t see anything wrong with that, but the idea of them eating each other sort of aroused me slightly. I guess aroused enough that they might’ve seen it.
I tried to hide with by putting my jersey in front of me, but I didn’t think I was quick enough to hide anything.

I didn’t really care if they saw it or not, but what went through my mind at the time was my chance to fuck Janelle. There is if I played my cards right. I’ve always thought she was one hot looking woman, but so was Mom for that matter, and then I thought. Why only Janelle why not include Mom in the deal, and in matter of minutes I was ready to commit incest with my Mom.

"Hi honey. I thought you were going to out playuing with your balls...er ummm I mean playing ball with your buddies all day."

Janelle sprayed coffee all over the kitchen when her slave made her freudian slip. She stared hard at Debbie wanting for her to get rid of the intrusion. The longer it took, the worse she would suffer later.

"So umm you goning to be here for a long time?" Debbie asked her son with a nervous glance at Janelle.

“Hi Mom I did play with my buddies, but it was a little too hot and come home to take a cool shower. I know a couple ladies that could do with a cold shower right now.”

I didn’t miss Mom Freudian slip, but I wondered if it was intentional or not. Janelle almost choked and sprayed coffee all over the kitchen. I could see she was not to please with Mom and I wondered why, unless I interrupted them at the wrong time.

"So umm you going to be here for a long time?"

Mom asked me giving Janelle a rather nervous glance. I had to play this smart if I wanted to fuck them both. They looked so fucking hot with what they wore. I could even see neither wore anything under the light dress they wore

“Yes Mom. I’m going right after taking my shower. We may go looking for some girls.” I told Mom and ran up the stairs to my room for another pair short and a t-shirt. I got dressed quickly after the shower and gave mom a kiss on the cheeks and left. I drove my car around the corner then walked right back, but went around the back of the house so I could see into the kitchen.

Once Parker left. I dropped my robe to the floor as soon as he left. One of Mistresses rules was I must always be naked in her presence unless she ordered me to dress.

Mistress stood up and and simply pointed to the kitchen table. I knew from experience what was coming and my body quivered in anticipation and fear. I bent over the table, positioning myself so that my ass was spread open, and my tits were hanging off the far side.

Mistress pulled a riding crop from her purse, (Mistress always carries a large purse loaded with her tools), and started to caress my ass with it. As I stood there, awaiting my punishment for not finishing my morning task, she pulled a piece of rope from her purse. Mistress quickly and expertly tied my arms and legs to the table legs. I was completly helpless to defend myself from the punishent I was about to recieve.

Janelle started to lightly flick the crop against my pussy, not enough to hurt, but knowing Mistress as I do, she was teasing me, trying to put me at ease before the punishment began.

I couldn’t believe what I saw when I looked into the kitchen. My mother was already naked and she was laying over the table on her stomach, her gorgeous breasts hanging over the edge and her feet still on the floor. Her ass was wide open and I could see her pussy while Janelle was holing a riding crop. I got my cell and took a picture of them both. I thought of going back inside but I wanted to see what came next.

Janelle was wearing the same short dress, and I could see she didn’t wear anything underneath. She then got a rope and tied moms arms and legs to the table legs. She used the crop to tease my mother by flicking the crop on her pussy. I change the setting to video so I could show them later when I confronted them.

I wanted more than the teasing. I wanted to have a video of them eating each other and what else they were going to do. I was well aware that what I wanted from my mother was taboo, but seen her in that position got me really hard, and I could picture both of them tied to the table and my cock going in and out of their pussy.

After serving Mistress as long as I have, I knew better than to beg for mercy. I tried to relax my body, knowing that being tense would just make everythinghurt more. The first loud stinging slap came as a surprise, and followiing my training, all I said was "Thank you my beloved Mistress. May I have another."

This went on for a time the crops sting varying in intensity, and location. I never knew how hard or where it would strike next. After about 10 minutes of this, Mistress announced. "Now to finish your task my pet." Mistress stood in front of me and didn't release me forcing me to bend my neck at an uncomfortable angle to lap her pussy and try to make her cum.

Mistress continued her assault with the crop on my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. My tongue found her clit and I began focusing my attention on her sensitive bud.

For a moment while watching Janelle use the crop on my mother, I thought I was going to be sick. I couldn’t understand why she would subject herself to that beating. I’ve heard about women being involved in BDSM, I never imagined that my mother was one of them. I was sure the slap had to hurt because I heard the sound when it hit, and then I heard mother.

"Thank you my beloved Mistress. May I have another?"

It was obvious to me that my mother was Janelle slave. I kept taking pictures and videos while thinking how I would handle Janelle once I got her under me. I knew I could never do that to my mother, even though I was ready to fuck her.

I was ready to call it a day when everything stopped. I could barely heard the words when Janelle said. "Now to finish your task my pet."
She said to my mother before she moved in front of her. She stood in front of my mother and Mom began to eat her pussy. Janelle kept using her crop on my mother while she ate her.

I took more movie of them and some more pictures then went to get my car. I drove back to the house and I was very quiet about entering. and than leaned against the door frame watching them.

Janelle smoothed down her skirt and kissed Debbie. "Remember my pet, this weekend you are all mine."

Debbie lowerede her head and responded "As Mistress commands." With a twinkle in her eye and a tinge of excitment in her voice.

Janelle freed Debbie from the restraints and put her tools away. They began walking toward the door when the two woman froze seeing Parker standing there.
Janelle recovered quicker. Looking at her watch, she said "You deal with this" gesturing to Parker, "I'm late for work." Janelle walked out the door. The sound of a car starting floated on the air to the son who was standing their looking at his naked mother who had pussy juice on her face and some light bruises on her breasts, ass and thighs.

Debbie had no idea what to say or do. Mistress had not given her permission to dress, so she knew she wasn't supposed too, but with ther son there...
She suddenly felt sick and ran to the bathroomslamming the door behind her.

"Remember my pet, this weekend you are all mine." Janelle said to mother not realizing I was standing there, and like the slave she was my mother replied “As Mistress commands.”

They both saw me when they turn to walk towards the door, and that’s when they both froze. Janelle being the Mistress that she was, she told mom “You deal with it.” Pointing to me, I’m late for work then walked away towards the front the door and out.

Mom just stood there naked her face full of Janelle’s pussy juice. I didn’t want to detain Janelle. Not this time, but I did want to talk to my mother alone. She definitely didn’t look herself then she suddenly ran towards the bathroom slamming the door shot behind her.

"We need to talk Mother. You’ll have to come out sometime.” I told her through the closed door.

After washing her face and wrapping a towel around her body (Mistress wouldn't allow clothes but nothing was ever mentioned about towels), Debbie opened the door and stood their facing her son.

"Parker..." She began

“Mom. I think you owe me an explanation. Are you Janelle slave, she tells you what to do and you’ll do it?” I asked her then showed her the pictures and the video I took.

“This is what I want you to do mom. You call Janelle and tell her to get her ass here this weekend and to bring her bag of toys, and to make sure she wears nothing but a light dress and nothing else.” I told her before I pulled the towel off of her.

I walked around her standing there naked. “Your body still looking great mom and from what I could see so is Janelle’s.” I said, then noticed her nipples were getting bigger and hard.

I pinched them both hard enough for her to feel the pain. "Does my pinching your hard nipples feels as good when Janelle does it, or do you prefer the whip?”

I step back out of reach and put the towel back on. Parker, I am your mother and that is entirely inappropriate. YOu ever touch me like that again and you will pay dearly for the violation. Now delete those immoral videos and pictures immediatly!"

I was none too pleased with my mother when she put the towel back on. Yes you’re my mother but that doesn’t change what you are. I’ll touch you all I want and where I want, and as for these pictures and videos, they’ll be posted on line if you and Janelle don’t do as I say. Now lose that towel” I told her and pulled the towel off of her.

I grabbed her by both her wrists and backed her towards the table, pushed her arms back so that she had to bend backwards with me between her open thighs. I was allot stronger then she was and pressed my hips into her, let her feel how hard my cock was.

I saw you like it rough, so how you like it now, or would you like me to use whip?” I told her.

"Parker, I am your mother not your sex toy. I will not submit to your perverted and disgusting desires. If you don't stop this immediatly, you will regret ever being born. NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE ASSHOLE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

At the moment my mind was between my legs and was pressing into her pussy through my shorts. I was hard and everything she said was lost in the wind, caused by her very loud shouting. One thing thing I heard very clearly, it was when she said she was not my sex toy.

“I know you’re not my toy mother but you will be soon, or those pictures will appear on line one by one till you will, and that goes for your Mistress.” I told her putting even more pressure on her arm and into her hips.

The door banged open, and a hand grabbed a handful of Parkers hair, trying it's best to make him bald.

Janelles musical voice filled the room. "Are you hurt pet? I came back to see how things went with your son and here I find him trying to rape his mother and threatening her with exposure. This is not good."

She releases her hold on Parkers hair and sits down crossing her long elegant legs. "Pet can not do anything without my explicit permission. She has to call me to go to the bathroom. She is too well trained and would never given in to your demands willingly." Janelle made a hand signal and Debbie left the room.

"Now Parker you can either be a man and discuss the situation with me, or be a little bitch boy and try to threaten me. Just so you know, I used to be married to a Hells Angel so you don't scare me."

To say I was pissed was understatement when Janelle got me by my hair. Then I hear Janelle’s voice. "Are you hurt pet? I came back to see how things went with your son and here I find him trying to rape his mother and threatening her with exposure. This is not good." She said than she let go of my hair and sat down and I was about to back hand her one when she started talking.

"Pet cannot do anything without my explicit permission. She has to call me to go to the bathroom. She is too well trained and would never give in to your demands willingly." She told me, then she signaled my mother to leave.
I was still boiling and tried very hard to hold off from hitting her, as far as I could see it she was a total bitch.

"Now Parker you can either be a man and discuss the situation with me, or be a little bitch boy and try to threaten me. Just so you know, I used to be married to a Hells Angel so you don't scare me."

“Janelle. I don’t give shit who you were married to, and I'm trying to scare you. Just remember this. The next time you touch me without asking permission first and pull that stunt on me by pulling my hair, it would be your last. I never hit a woman and never intend to. Although you’re not quite a women I’ll make exception with you.

"Now that you've made your idle threats, and soothed your male pride by threatening me, will you sit down to discuss this situation? Or do you still feel the need to threaten and insult me." Janelle has a confident half smile on her face and almost laughed at the threats she's heard many many times before from men who didn't know when to stop.

"Oh and if you do ever decide to test your manhood be coming at me, know this. You wouldn't be the first person that I made disappear, and probably not the last. I could have you arrested right now for voyerism, attempted blackmail, attempted rape, and attempetd incest. Htese are all felonies in this state putting you away for about 15 years. However then the pics would become public knowledge and in my position in sociey and business, i can not risk that. Not to mention the embaressment to your mother. I wouldn't want to hurt her that way. NOW SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

Janelle do yourself a favor and shot the fuck up, and stop patronizing me I’m not my mother. You want to talk then talk don’t threaten me with the law or by making me disappear. I only have to press send, and every pictures a video are gone on line in five seconds.

While Janelle talked I connected to Facebook and selected a picture of her that showed her from the waist up.

I have not threaten you yet I simply told you would happen the next time you touch me without my permission. I’ll listen to what you got to say about yourself, what’s between me and my mother you stay out it.

I’m ready to listen to what you have to say concerning yourself, talk to me in a civilized manner if you know how. I don’t want to hear threats yelling, or anything concerning my mother, and if you don’t take me seriously. I’ll show you what I can do before you even know it happen.

I'm thge one sitting down speaking in a calmn civillized manner. You are the one standing there yelling and throwing little boy temper tantrums trying to show how tough you are by cursing. You threatened me, and I explained why this would be a bad idea.

If you do post those pictures online and destroy your mother, and me, then you will find out what horrible things can be done to a human without the mercy of death.

As for your mother. I have collared her, and under our agreement I own her, so anything that happens to my property is MY business. Now if you would just sit down and start acting adult like we can have a productive conversation about this situation.

“I told you I was ready to listen but it doesn’t mean I will go along with anything you have to say, and it wasn’t me started the yelling first, and stop treating like a little boy before I walk away and send this to Facebook and forget about the whole thing. I had just about enough of your patronizing me.”

Parker couldn’t quite understand his mother letting this women collared her. You don’t collar humans you collar animals, is that what his mother was to this woman he asked himself. He would need to think this over for a while, and maybe he would collar her one of this days.

Stop acting like a little boy. Adults sit down when they have a conversation. They don't stomp around the room cursing and making threats. Now sit down and we can talk.

Parker took a chair and sat down across from both women, then looked from one to the other waiting..

"Now Parker, as you know your mother and I are both woman of means. We are well known in this town which is rather conservative. As you say it is a simple matter for you to upload those pictures and pretty much destrpy both your mother and I.

However I don't believe that you want to do this. What exactly do you want in exchange for making sure those pictures never appear in public?"