All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
The next couple of days were a blur. I was in shock. Tina was kind enough. Kind enough? Was that how I was thinking now? She was kind enough to let me digest the situation over the weekend. I struggled with my new reality. It was a shock how quickly I went from thinking I was going to get out of being blackmailed to becoming a blackmailer. How did I let this happen? Of course the situation was even worse because the first person I was forced into blackmailing was my own daughter.
For the whole weekend it was hard to function. How could I talk to Emma? I avoided her as much as possible making sure she didn't have the chance to ask me how the meeting went. There was no way I could tell her, right? "Hey honey I am blackmailing you now, that's OK right?" That wasn't a conversation I wanted to have. Sam wasn't involved, at least not yet, but even with him it was hard to look him in the eyes. I felt embarrassed, I felt used, I felt dirty.
The problem was, even with these feelings of disgust, my mind kept going back to that picture of Emma laying there, naked. She really was beautiful. If she wasn't my daughter I would definitely want to see more of her, but I couldn't think like that, it was wrong in so many ways. I spent as much time that weekend distracting myself thinking about the situation. I went to the movies, I worked outside in the yard, I went to the mall, I even called Beth and met up for a coffee. Through everything I put on a fake smile and pretending like everything was fine, but nothing really was.
Finally it was Sunday night. I laid down in bed and was hoping that everything before that moment was a dream and that I wouldn't have to do anything. But of course that was wishful thinking.
Tina: HI SLUT
I didn't know she was still going to call me that. It didn't bother me though, which actually kind of bothered me.
Me: Hi
Tina: ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST MESSAGE?
Me: CAN'T I DO SOMETHING ELSE? PLEASE!
There had to be something else I could do instead of blackmailing my daughter, right?
Tina: NO. THIS WAS THE DEAL
Tina: EITHER THIS OR I RELEASE EVERYTHING
Tina: UP TO YOU!
Fuck. At least I could not go too far with it.
Me: Fine. I'll do it.
Tina: GOOD.
Tina: NOW REMEMBER I CAN SEE ALL OF THE MESSAGES
Tina: SO THEY BETTER BE GOOD
I didn't respond. I had to think.
I took some time to look through instagram, trying to once again relax and not get too worked up about my situation. The issue was that the bad part of my brain suddenly had an idea and I ventured to Emma's "other" instagram account. As I scrolled through the pictures I saw her in all kinds of compromising outfits and situations. There were pictures of her in short skirts, topless in only her bra, beer drinking, swimming in her underwear, and many more. The more I looked the more the evil side of my brain took over. And before I knew it I was texting Emma.
Blackmailer Me: HELLO
I waited for a response.
Emma: Hi...
Blackmailer Me: DO YOU REMEMBER THE RULES?
Emma: Yes...
My heart was pumping fast, my body was tingling. Something was so wrong about this. How could I do this to my own daughter? But the slutty and nasty side of me was in control now. I couldn't stop myself. My pussy was wet.
Blackmailer Me: GOOD
Blackmailer Me: WE ARE GOING TO START EASY
Blackmailer Me: TOMORROW WEAR BLACK NIKE SPANDEX SHORTS
Blackmailer Me: AND A WHITE T-SHIRT
Blackmailer Me: NO BRA
My face burned with lust, worry and embarrassment. I waited.
Emma: OK
I felt relieved that she agreed, that the experience wasn't being stretched out further, but it also seemed like she was resigned to her fate which as a mother made me feel worse about everything. The plus side was that it was a pretty easy challenge. She had worn those shorts to school before, and a t-shirt with no bra wasn't the most scandalous thing, if she chose the right shirt no one would even notice, at least that was my thought process. Tomorrow was going to be a day of change, not the change I originally hoped going into Friday, but change nonetheless. I was excited and scared.
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I woke up the next morning with dread and excitement all mixed into one. I got ready and put on a pair of jeans and a sweater with panties and a bra. Now that I wasn't being blackmailed I felt like it was only appropriate to dress normally again. It was the right thing to do.
I went downstairs and started breakfast as usual. First Sam came down and we greeted each other as usual before he sat and was obsessed with his phone as usual. My heart beat faster every moment as I waited for Emma to come down. I already knew what she would be wearing but there was still a rush to it all, a worry, an excitement. Finally I heard the stairs creak with her footsteps before she walked into the kitchen. She was dressed just as expected, almost. I assumed she would wear a long white t-shirt to cover as much as possible but she didn't, not even close. Her black shorts were on full display, she turned to get something to drink and her ass was shown to me in all its glory. Her shirt was a crop top. Her toned stomach was out in the open and the bottom of her shirt hung a little away from her skin. My eyes moved up and while the shirt wasn't see-thru you could see her nipples poking against the material. It was clear she was at least a little excited about what was happening. Like mother, like daughter?
It was hard to concentrate but we all ate breakfast before getting our stuff and driving to school. The drive was quiet as usual as we all seemed to have things on our mind, no doubt I knew what Emma was thinking. We arrived and Sam left first saying a quick goodbye before disappearing. Emma sat in the car for a moment until Sam was out of ear shot before speaking up.
"Mom."
I turned to her, worried, which seemed strange, "yes honey?"
"Did the blackmailer stop... ummm... blackmailing you?" Emma asked, her head looking straight ahead.
I panicked. How did I answer that question? Did I lie and tell her no? That seemed like the only way out of it. If I said yes, the blackmailing had stopped, then it would look like the blackmailer had moved on to Emma. Was that better? I didn't know. I wasn't sure. I didn't have time to contemplate all of the options. I blurted something out.
"No..." I mumbled, "it didn't, I mean it hasn't..."
Emma looked at me, "oh... OK... I was just wondering because you were dressed more... normally today..."
I could tell she was nervous, worried, unsure. "Sorry... is everything OK?" I asked back. I knew it wasn't, but I had to pretend.
"Ummm... ya, everything is fine... have a good day mom," Emma said, opening the door and walking to school. I felt bad but my eyes didn't seem to know that. I watched her ass sway in front of me as she headed into the school. I felt a twitch in my pussy. Fuck.
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I walked into school and avoided the office, I just didn't want to see Tina, I couldn't face her yet, even though I knew I was going to have to at some point. I knew I had Emma in my class later that day, but until then I tried to focus on the work in front of me. The problem was my thoughts about Emma kept circling in my head. How was she doing? Was she OK? What were other people saying? But also back to the shirt, and why she wore it. Did she know she could have worn any t-shirt? Did she wear that one on purpose? Did she like showing off?
It seemed like those thoughts were on repeat in my head, over and over I went through them and never came up with any kind of answer. I stayed in my class all day, reading, working, trying to stay distracted, I didn't even go out for lunch. There was no way I was going to run into Tina, no way at all. How could I face her?
I had Sam in an earlier class and he was his normal self, it seemed that he was oblivious to the whole situation, and I was thankful for that. At least I hadn't screwed up one kid, well, not that much anyway, as I thought back to catching him masturbating in his room. My face turned red. Fuck.
Eventually it was time for Emma's class. As much as I tried not to focus on the door, watching the students walk through, one after one, waiting for her, I couldn't help myself. I needed to see what she looked like, what her mood was like, how other people around her acted. Finally she walked through the door and to my surprise, and maybe my happiness, she looked completely normal. Smile on her face, talking to friends, it didn't seem to bother her at all, she looked natural, at ease, happy. She looked at me, giving me a little smile before she walked to her desk. I watched her, seeing her tits move gently as she stepped, her ass almost glowing through her shorts. My eyes wandered to the other students, the guys watching her like me, taking long looks at her body as she walked past them, the girls mostly ignoring her and talking about their own things. If I didn't know that she was being blackmailed I would have had no idea. How was she so comfortable? Did she like it?
The day ended and I headed home without Sam and Emma as they had their own plans. I waited anxiously for Emma to get home so I could see if everything was just an act or if she really was so OK with what was happening. I scrolled through my phone, looking at the message I sent, checking Emma's instagram, checking her secret instagram, looking at her, inspecting each photo for what she was wearing, how she seemed to be acting. The more I looked through the pictures the more I saw how comfortable my daughter was with herself, with her body, she wasn't like me. Sure I was showing off now, but I was forced to do it, to open up like that, Emma did it naturally, no wondering what I told her to wear today didn't make her uncomfortable. My mind wandered and I thought about how I would have to make things much harder on her, but then I stopped myself, remembering this was Emma, my daughter, I couldn't.
The door opened and Emma and Sam both walked in a little later than I expected. I turned off my phone before saying hi.
