Subject: YOU WILL OR I WILL RELEASE EVERYTHING UP TO YOU
My mind went through the options again, just like usual, trying to figure out a way out, a way to stop this asshole and get my life back, but just like every other time there was no way out that I could see.
"FINE you fucker!" I said moving my head in close to the camera so they could see my disgust.
Subject: AND CHECK YOUR E-MAIL AT 10PM HAVE FUN!
I slammed my laptop shut and swore again. My anger had returned 110% and now I just wanted to punch something. "Deep breath," I said to myself and I did just that. "Deep breath," I told myself again. I continued this again five more times and I could feel my blood pressure lower and my head start to straighten out.
"You can do this Madison. It's just some clothes. Your kids are old enough to see you like this, you're not naked, and you've seen Emma dress with less. There is nothing to be worried about," I told myself while I walked around my room building up my nerve before walking out.
I walked past the mirror and took a look at myself. If I was someone else in a different situation I would think the reflection looked pretty damn good, pretty sexy. Unfortunately it was me in the mirror, and I was being blackmailed to wear this, so I didn't think the same things about. If I'm being completely honest dressing like this did make me feel pretty good, I never got to dress like this, but I was far too angry to think that way. All I had to do now was open my door and walk out.
I felt like a spy or someone trying to sneak out of a room, which in reality was exactly what I was doing. My head looked down the hall towards Emma and Sam's room before darting out and down the stairs to the kitchen. I could feel the air brush against my exposed legs and midriff as I ran. Luckily it seemed like Emma and Sam were still in their rooms. As my heart started to settle down into a normal rhythm I made myself a coffee and went to the couch. My genius plan was to stay on the couch covered in a blanket and watch TV all day, or at least until Sam and Emma were out of the house. I turned on a home and garden show and sipped my coffee for a while. Eventually I heard movement upstairs and someone coming down the stairs towards me. My heart started to beat faster as I got nervous again.
"Hey mom," Emma said as she walked past me and went to the kitchen. I watched her as she went, for some reason she was more dressed up than usual. Tight jeans, a nicer shirt, she must have been going out somewhere.
She came back a minute later and stood beside me sipping a glass of orange juice, "I'm going to go to the mall with some friends, so I'll be back later on," she said.
I turned my head away from the show hoping that my face wasn't blushing red, "sounds good honey, have fun, I'm just going to stay in today," I replied with a less than confident tone. Emma didn't seem to notice.
For the next few minutes we chatted about nothing important as she sipped her juice and I tried to keep myself covered. Eventually there was a ping on her phone and a text that her friends were out front. We said our goodbyes and a second later Emma was out the door and I was free to relax again. The blanket was making me warm so I threw it off me and sat on the couch in just my worn out t-shirt and rolled up shorts. With Sam still upstairs I felt OK relaxing for a few minutes.
As I sat there watching TV, relaxing, sipping my coffee, I actually started to relax. My mind moved away from the person controlling me and just started to be in the moment. That meant being OK with what I was wearing, looking down at my exposed legs, seeing myself in our living room, not hidden in my bedroom. Being free to dress like this was actually a turn on. It wasn't motherly, it wasn't what a teacher should do, but it still felt pretty good. My left hand ran up my leg feeling the skin. I could feel my pussy moisten the more I relaxed. I wanted to reach inside my shorts and play with myself.
I took a deep breath, "NO MADISON," I mumbled while I forced myself to be composed. I got up off the couch and brought my dirty cup to the kitchen. As I was in there washing it I thought I heard some footsteps. My hand pushed the tap off and I listened carefully. Behind my I could hear someone flop themselves down on the couch. I walked slowly to the edge of the kitchen and looked around the corner. Sam was there, lying on the couch where I just was, with the blanket over him. My mind raced, what was I going to do now?
"Mom?" I heard Sam question from the couch.
I didn't know what to say, so I just said what came naturally, "Oh, goodmorning Sam, I didn't hear you there." I was still hidden in the kitchen.
"Mom... I don't feel very good..." he trailed off.
My motherly instincts roared into action and without even thinking I walked out of the kitchen over to Sam. I walked around the front of the couch and kneeled down beside him, "what's wrong honey?"
I could feel his eyes look at my, confused about what I was wearing, his words stumbled out, "uhhhh, ummmm, I, uhhhh, just feel like I have a bit of a cold."
I felt embarrassed being dressed like this in front of my son, but right now I just had to make sure he was OK. I got him soup and made him tea and made sure he was wrapped up in his blanket nice and tight. I could feel his eyes follow me during every task I did, I hoped it was out of shock and not because of anything else. I knew he was 18, but I was also his mother.
For the next few hours Sam stayed on the couch and I sat in the lounge chair and we watched whatever he wanted. I did my best to cover myself up but it was pretty much impossible with what I was wearing. Whenever he needed something I would get it. The rest of the time I stayed there and tried to relax. It really was turning out to be an OK Sunday, relaxing at home, no real tasks to do, even the clothes I was wearing were turning out to be fine. I think once Sam got over the initial shock he was OK with them. His sister would wear clothes like this, or more revealing, so really I wasn't pushing the boundaries that much. For his mom, and a teacher, maybe, but as a 34 year old, not really. I started to feel better about everything somehow.
Eventually, I was broken from my relaxed state. There was a knock on the door. Sam was obviously not going to get the door which meant it had to be me. I got up off the chair and walked over to the door. My hand reached the knob, turned it and pulled the door open just enough so I could push my head past it and see who it was.
"Hi Mrs. Smith, how are you doing?" I asked wondering why our elderly neighbour next door was standing at our door.
"Hi Madison, I just wanted to stop by and talk to you about some work we want to do in the backyard. Do you mind coming over for a few minutes? We just want to make sure we don't disrupt anything in your yard."
I froze. What was I going to say? It was Sunday, I had no reason not to walk over with her, and now I was just poking my head around the corner of my door like a psycho.
"Uh, ya, just give me one second," I said leaving the door slightly ajar and walking back to the living room, "Sam, I'll just be next door for a minute or two, and then I'll be back."
"OK," Sam said obviously not really caring.
I walked back to the door and took a deep breath before pulling it completely open. Mrs. Smith's eyes grew as she looked at me, her eyes taking in my midriff and short shorts. I could feel my nipples harden with the cold breeze, "fuck" I said to myself. It was obvious she was judging me in her head, there was no way she wasn't.
"Follow me," she said as she walked down the steps and out around to her yard. I closed the door behind me and followed. Even though I knew she didn't approve of what I was wearing, she didn't say anything else about it. As I walked I felt like there were a million eyes peering at me. I couldn't see anyone, any of the other neighbours, but I knew someone was looking, someone was staring at this single mother and teacher dressing way sluttier than usual.
For some reason I started to get a little excited, started to feel more relaxed about what was happening. I guess this was a usual thing, the more you do something the more comfortable it becomes, but this was not something I thought I would get comfortable with. We made it to Mrs. Smith's backyard and she went on to explain her plans. Something about a water feature and a rock garden. I wasn't really paying attention, I was more interested in my slowly growing comfort at being in public dressed a little slutty.
After a few minutes she finished explaining her plans and I agreed everything sounded good and if they needed to come through out yard for anything that was fine. We said our goodbyes and she went in through her back door as I walked out into the front. Each step made me pussy feel a little wetter. The fabric from the shorts pulled up and rubbing gently. What the fuck was wrong with me? How was I getting turned on by this?
As I got back around to the front a car pulled up. I froze. I couldn't believe it. How was this my luck? It was Emma returning home from shopping. Her friends car in front of our house, me just standing there. I watched in shock as Emma opened the door and got out, he eyes raising and meeting mine. I could see the shock on her face. I looked past her and saw the shock on her friends face as well. It seemed like time just stopped for a few moments. When I finally came too I quickly rushed inside as Emma got her bags and followed me. I was mortified.
Having people I didn't know, or couldn't see, looking at me was one thing, even an old neighbour I could handle, but my own daughter? I wanted to protect her, to keep her away from this, but the more time went on, the more I seemed to draw her in. I was ashamed.
I was in the TV room waiting for Emma to come in and for us to awkwardly look at each other and say nothing. But instead she went straight up stairs. I took a deep breath and relaxed back into the chair from before watching whatever Sam was watching again. I relaxed a little hoping that Emma would just leave it alone and let it be.
After 10 or 15 minutes there were steps from upstairs, and I knew that Emma was coming down. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel my face get red. Was she going to say something? Was she just going to look at me disapprovingly? Would she say nothing which might actually make it worse? I waited while she came into view.
