I woke up the next morning to my shoulder being rocked gently. My eyes slowly opened to see Emma standing over me. "Mom..." she said in a whisper, "... are you getting up?"
I was confused, I didn't know what was happening. Groggily I sat up and realized I was still on the couch. Apparently I had slept there all night. My hair was a mess, I think I felt some dried drool on my cheek. Clearly I was extremely tired.
"Oh... uhhhh... ya... what time is it?" I asked Emma, rubbing my eyes.
"It's 8:30... we need to go, like... now," she said, still standing over me.
There was no way I was going to be ready in just a few minutes, I was hardly able to keep my eyes open. "Hey... honey... do you and Sam mind walking today? I think I might stay home, I'm not feeling up to it right now..." It was the truth. I wasn't feeling up to it. I needed some time to center myself, have a shower, get dressed, and maybe a day off was what I really needed anyway.
"Ya, no problem mom... just let me know if you need anything..." Emma said as she walked away. I grabbed my phone and texted Tina letting her know I wouldn't be in, and asking her to tell Principal Wallace as well. I laid back down on the couch again, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over myself, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep again.
A couple of hours later I finally woke up naturally. I felt a little better, a little more rested. The house was quiet and it was nice to just lounge for a bit. I grabbed the TV remote and put on some home reno show, the perfect thing to watch and turn your brain off. Soon after I got myself a cup of coffee and made some eggs, I put the blanket around me and made a nice plan to just stay in for the day and relax. No school, no students, no Tina, Jess or Emma, and hopefully no blackmailer. I tried to resist looking at my phone for as long as possible. It was a sad situation when my desire to look at my phone was so powerful that I couldn't hold out very long. The pull of social media was strong.
I grabbed my phone off my desk and was immediately scared when I saw multiple text messages waiting for me. I opened the first one.
Message (Tina): Hey, sorry you're not feeling well today. Hope you feel better soon. Let me know if you need anything.
I smiled a bit. It was nice having a friend like her. My mind flashed back to Saturday night at the club, I felt my pussy twitch. I shook my head and went back to the messages.
Message (Emma): Mom, are you doing OK? Let me know if you need anything
Message (Emma): Can you pick me up after school?
The first message warmed my heart, the second made me realize I was still her mom.
Message (Me): Ya, sure honey, I'll pick you up after school, no problem.
I scrolled down to the next message, my heart skipped a beat, I wasn't sure if it was a good skip or bad skip. The message was from the blackmailer.
Message: WHERE ARE YOU?
Message: YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST HIDE AT HOME?
Message: I CAN SEE THAT YOU'RE AWAKE
I looked up at the camera with a blank stare. To be honest I forgot all about it for awhile.
Message: NOW YOU ARE GOING TO BE PUNISHED
Message: YOU'RE GOING TO GO TO THE GYM
Message: YOU'RE GOING TO WEAR YOUR VIBRATOR
Message: AND YOUR BUTT PLUG
Message: AND PACKAGE 3
Message: NO PANTIES
Message: WEAR A WHITE SPORTS BRA
Message: THAT'S IT!
Message: YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING LOVE IT YOU SLUT!
Message: HAVE FUN
The blackmailer almost seemed angry, or obsessive, it wasn't like before, they had always been in control. Did something happen? Was something going on? Were they losing control? The thought ran through my head before I saw another message pop up.
Message: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
"Fuck you," I said looking up at the camera but it didn't have much force to it. It was almost like a sick game between us now, and some part of me was having fun playing it.
Getting off the couch I piled the blanket up and brought my coffee mug to the kitchen, before heading up stairs. I needed a shower first, and quickly hopped in, letting the water wake me up, before getting out after only a few mins and drying myself. I headed back to my room and opened my phone again to check the messages so I didn't get anything wrong. Why was I thinking like this? Wanting to make sure I did everything right? Like I wanted to please the blackmailer? Something was wrong with me. I shouldn't be thinking like this, I should be trying to fight back, trying to NOT do what they want, but instead I was playing along like it was completely normal? Even while thinking about it I didn't stop myself. It was just a fleeting thought that passed almost immediately.
Out of the shower and dried off I went over to the packages that were still left and found the one labeled number 3 and ripped it open. Inside was a very small white package. It was hard to know what it was just by looking at it so I opened up the plastic wrapping and held the contents out in front of my towel covered body. It was a pair of white leggings. Something seemed off about them though, but I couldn't quite figure it out at that exact moment. I threw them on the bed and went in search of a sports bra, picking a white one that would somewhat match the leggings I had to wear.
I removed my towel and looked at myself in the mirror for a minute, my naked body staring back at me. It wasn't something I did very often, just look at myself, but I was surprised by how much I liked the way I looked in that moment. It was a very strange sensation. My hand reached down and touched my pussy while I watched, my legs spread slightly, "mmmmmm" I moaned out, my head rose and my eyes met each other and I shot back to reality, what was I doing?
I composed myself and grabbed the sports bra, pulling it over my head and putting it into place. It was tight, but that was the point. Next I grabbed the leggings on the bed and put one leg in and started to pull them up. It was at that moment that I realized what was different about them. They were extremely thin. As I put the second leg in and started to pull them up my body the sheerness was coming into full affect. While against my legs you could just see a glimmer of my white skin through them, if I put my hand under the material you could see it clearly. There was no hiding anything at all. I continued to pull them all the way up, tight against my body, the front seam ran right up against my pussy, I turned to look at myself in the mirror and for some ungodly reason smiled a little. The outline of my pussy lips were on display, there was no hiding it, there was no hiding anything. My mind started to run through the thought of walking into the gym and all of the other people there looking at me. Their eyes staring at my thin leggings, my pussy, my ass, I started to get very turned on at the thought, and suddenly I was worried how see-thru they would be if I got wet. Quickly I ran to the washroom, got a washcloth and shoved it down my leggings making sure that my pussy didn't get the leggings too wet.
I took a deep breath and checked my messages again. The vibrator and the butt plug. "Fuck!" I said to myself, I didn't have the butt plug anymore, it fell out at the club and I never got it back. I had to tell the blackmailer that I couldn't use the butt plug because I didn't have it. I was a little worried because they seemed a bit unhinged earlier and I didn't want them to lose it over this. Hopefully they had calmed down.
Me: I don't have the butt plug anymore
I waited a few moments before I got a reply
Message: I DON'T FUCKING CARE
Message: YOU BETTER WEAR A BUTT PLUG OR YOU'RE FUCKED
I replied quickly with a simple answer.
Me: OK
And that was it. Where was I going to find a butt plug? It's not like they are just laying around. I sat down on my bed for a minute, the washcloth still hanging out of my leggings, but probably not needed anymore. I took a deep breath and tried to think. Could I ask Tina? But she was at work already? I could go to a sex shop and pick one up. But then I'd have to go there dressed like this, which seemed somewhat exciting, but I hadn't been to one in so many years I didn't know if going dressed like this would be the best idea. Then it hit me. Like a great detective my mind seemed to pull up an image from a while ago, Emma coming home with the black bag. Did she buy a butt plug?
What kind of mother was I? Sitting here thinking about my daughter bringing home a bag from a sex store and then wondering if she bought a butt plug, and on top of that, thinking of taking it and using it on myself. The problem was even if I was a terrible mother it turned me on. The dirty thoughts just started to run through my mind and before I knew it I was standing up, washcloth dumped on the ground, and walking towards Emma's room.
It had been a while since I had spent much time in her room. She was older now and her mom being in her room wasn't something she particularly enjoyed. Nothing had changed too much, the same light pink walls, the same white wood bed, the same desk looking out the window. What had changed though was the clothes piled up all over the place, clearly since I stopped doing the cleaning she hadn't picked it up. But I wasn't in there to judge, I was in there on a mission. I checked under her bed, in her closet, under her clothes, but of course her stash of sex toys was in the most obvious location, her bed side table drawer. I pulled it open and my pussy immediately started to moisten. I was worried about the leggings getting wet, but not enough to stop me.