Baby Batter Blackmail Ch 02

Please enjoy this new chapter Baby Batter Blackmail. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.

Taylor VanCannon.

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June 2020

"Hey," Alan said, walking into the kitchen. "Everything go okay at the doctor's?"

The COVID-19 lockdowns were droning on into their third month, with no prospect of ending. My husband, Paul, was still pulling double shifts in the ER, and I barely saw him. My stepson, Alan, had switched to distance learning, so he never left home after his college spring break. Needless to say, I had plenty of time on my hands, and was only too happy to indulge his never ending porn fantasies in return for his continued silence about how I became pregnant.

"It did," I said, stretching over the counter on my tiptoes to put a glass in the upper cabinet. "The doctor said the baby's doing great."

He moved up behind me and pressed himself up against my ass. "Did Dad make it to your appointment?"

The bulge in his pants telegraphed his intentions. "Uh-huh," I said, pushing back against him and running my fingers through my long auburn hair.

"You sound concerned," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I felt his cock stiffen through my tight yoga pants. "I think he suspects... something."

"Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "He asked me why we never got a bill from Dr. Baum."

"Should I be worried?"

"No point," I said, "if he knows, there's nothing we can do about it now."

Alan stepped back and unzipped his pants, unfurling his big cock. "Let me help take your mind off Dad."

I smiled, then slipped both hands under the waistband of my yoga pants and pushed them down just enough to expose my pale white ass.

He stroked himself and nudged the bulbous head of his cock between my ass cheeks.

I parted my feet, giving him access to the wet lips of my pussy. "Mmmm," I said, "I want you to fuck me... hard."

"I love it when you talk dirty," he said, cupping my breasts with both hands. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but since becoming pregnant, my breasts felt larger... and definitely firmer. He rolled my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, forcing a tiny moan to escape from deep in my throat.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, using just his hips to probe for my entrance.

"Yes," I cooed, arching my back to open myself up.

He thrust himself in, stretching out my cunt. Whatever fears I had about my husband's suspicions quickly evaporated.

"Oh fuck, Alan," I cooed, "you really know how to light a girl up."

He gripped my perky tits and pounded me with a ferocity I hadn't felt in weeks. I moaned and pushed back against each frantic thrust, taking every luscious inch of his massive cock deep into me.

He grunted loudly, nearly lifting me off my feet as each powerful thrust propelled me ever closer to climax.

My eye caught movement out the kitchen window. "Shit," I shouted, "your dad just pulled into the driveway..." I tried to tell him to stop, but couldn't get the words out. I shrieked as an orgasm rocked my body, forcing the muscles of my cunt to involuntarily clench around his big cock.

"I'm gonna come," he shouted, lifting me off my feet with one last powerful thrust.

I felt him erupt inside me, flooding my pulsing cunt with warm cum. I gasped for breath as I heard the front door deadbolt turn.

"Pull out," I whispered frantically, "the door's gonna open."

Alan pulled out of me with a loud slurping sound and stumbled back, nearly losing his balance. He grabbed for the chair and got himself tucked in under the table, keeping his raging boner out of sight of his father.

I yanked up my yoga pants just as the door opened.

"Hey guys," Paul said, coming into the kitchen. I composed myself and pretended to be washing dishes. But he took one look at Alan and furrowed his brow. "You look flushed... is everything okay?"

I detected a flash of anger in his steely blue eyes. His neatly shaved head flushed red.

Alan stammered and brushed a shock of straight black hair away from his eyes. "Libby put me to work... moving the furniture around... I think I overdid it."

I marveled at Alan's ingenuity as Paul glanced towards the family room. Apparently, he wasn't buying it.

"Yeah," I said nonchalantly, doing my best not to gasp for air. "I didn't like the changes, so I made him put it all back to the way it was."

Paul looked at me skeptically, but said nothing.

"What brings you home?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"I called Dr. Baum's office," he said, and pointed up the stairs, "we need to talk."

"Is something wrong?"

He marched up the stairs, ignoring my question. Alan wisely stayed in the kitchen, keeping his boner under wraps, while I followed my husband upstairs.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, suspecting I'd been busted. He placed his hands on his hips and glared down at me. The grey stubble of his beard bristled with anger.

I took a deep breath. There was only one way out of this... and I prayed it would work. I lay back and let my legs fall open, knowing the crotch of my yoga pants would be stained with Alan's cum.

He glanced down as he started to speak, but I cut him off by reaching out and placing a finger to his lips. It did nothing to tamp down his seething anger.

"What?" he demanded, swatting away my hand.

I winked and said, "Your fantasy is about to come true."

His anger immediately turned to confusion.

"How many times have you begged me to fulfill your cuckold fantasy?"

His jaw dropped open, and he stared down at the spreading stain in my crotch. "That's what I walked in on... downstairs... you... with my son?"

The flash of anger in his eyes was tempered by lust for my oozing crotch. I bit down on my lower lip and nodded my head sheepishly.

After a long pause, he asked, "And... the baby?"

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wider, hoping he'd take the bait and focus on his fantasy. I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Fortunately, his lust for another man's cream pie overwhelmed his sense of anger. He peeled off my yoga pants and dropped to his knees for a closer look. "Yes," I said, "but remember, the baby will have half your DNA."

He paused, contemplating a response. "So this is only half bad?"

I chuckled, realizing that I'd just won the battle. He stared at my crotch while I brought my knees up to my chest and spread open my cum soaked slit. I scooped up a gob with my finger and forced it into his gaping mouth.

He licked it clean... then toyed with my cum crusted pubes before diving headfirst into my oozing pussy.

"Oh yeah, Paul," I cooed. "I've been a bad girl. I want you to suck your son's cum out of me... lick my pussy... make me come."

He redoubled his efforts, driving me ever closer to a mind blowing orgasm. I knew he liked it nasty, so I indulged him. After what I'd put him through, he deserved it. "Don't forget my ass crack... I want to feel your tongue rimming my asshole."

He raised his head and grinned at me, then enthusiastically obeyed my command.

I fingered myself to an orgasm while he wiggled his tongue into my tight ass. I shrieked with delight, loud enough to be heard throughout the house.

He chuckled. "You wanted Alan to hear that... didn't you?"

I winked at him and motioned him to his feet.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed and jammed his rock hard cock into my sopping wet pussy. Three strokes later, he unloaded in me, filling my cunt with a fresh load of hot cum.

As his climax ebbed, I could tell his mind drifted back to my confession. That was the last thing I wanted him thinking about. In a sultry whisper I asked, "Want to watch the real thing?"

My question caught him by surprise, and I watched his face contort as he tried to comprehend what I was suggesting.

I smiled. "Did you know your son loves sloppy seconds... just like you. How about you watch him top me off, then you can suck a double cream pie out of me?"

His eyes brightened and his lower lip quivered, not entirely believing his own good fortune.

I grinned and rubbed his soft cock with my foot. "You begged me to cuckold you... now's your chance to watch it happen."

He was frozen with indecision... so I made it for him. "Alan," I shouted, "come up here."

The look of surprise on Paul's face was priceless. "Thanks," he whispered as he climbed up on the bed and knelt behind my head, dangling his cock and balls over my face. He gripped my ankles and spread my legs, opening up my glistening pink slit.

Alan bounded in and stopped just short of my spread eagle legs.

Whatever reservations Paul harbored were overcome by his cuckold fantasy... with his own son, no less. He blurted out, "Mom needs topping up."

I felt all warm and fuzzy; suddenly I was no longer stepmother Libby... I was Alan's mom. It felt good.

Alan grinned from ear to ear and dropped his shorts, taking a cue from his dad. "Is that right, Mom... do you need topping up?"

"Good god," Paul stammered as he took in the size of his son's cock. "No wonder your mom has the hots for you."

Alan rubbed his stiffening cock along the length of my slippery slit.

"Mmmm," I moaned, licking the underside of my husband's cock and sucking his balls.

"Go for it," Paul said, nodding to his son.

"Ahhh," I cooed, as Alan filled my slippery cunt with his big cock.

He pumped me slowly, coating his cock with a mixture of my juices and his father's cum.

"Faster," I mumbled, spitting out my husband's balls. "Make me come... again."

Alan picked up his pace, pounding his cock into me with a renewed sense of urgency.

Paul watched, beaming with pride as Alan blew his load deep inside me, filling my cunt with a copious load of sticky white cum.

Paul licked his way down my body, zeroing in on my cunt, eager to suck it dry.

Alan pulled back just as Paul's lips reached my neatly trimmed pubes. The moment Alan's cock popped out of me, he licked my slit, sucking up a big gob of goo that dribbled out.

His cock was just out of reach, so I spread his cheeks and rimmed his puckered asshole with my tongue.

"Oh my god, Libby," he said, rising on his hands and pressing his ass back into my face. "That feels so fucking good."

"What?" Alan asked.

Paul sucked in a deep breath. "Your mom's rimming my ass."

"Sweet," Alan said, "can I try... sucking her cunt."

Paul grinned, proud to be sharing his cream pie fantasy with his son.

Alan smacked his lips as he hoovered my cunt, gulping down every last drop of cum he could suck out of me.

"Let's change places," Paul said. "I'm hard again and ready to fuck her... this time in the ass."

In a flash, I was licking Alan's balls while Paul forced his cock into my tight ass. "Ahhh," I moaned, taking him deep. "Are you going to come in my ass?"

"Uh-huh," he said, "we're both going to fill your tight ass with cum... then we're going to suck it out of you."

I chuckled. "Ahhh, then I better get busy." I lifted my head and licked my way up Alan's ass crack to rim his tight pucker.

The moment Paul saw his son's cock stiffen, he picked up his pace, pounding into me like there was no tomorrow. He cried out as he erupted in my ass, filling me with yet another load of sticky white goo.

Alan swapped places with his dad and eased his monster cock into my cum lubed ass.

"Fuck yes," I cried out as he stretched my ass. "Fuck my ass... fill it with more hot cum."

"You got it," Alan shouted, driving his pulsing cock deep into my ass.

Paul cheered him on as I milked his cock with the muscles of my ass. He turned to Alan and asked, "You or me?"

Alan grinned. "Let me go first."

"Flip her over," Paul said.

I stretched out my arms on the bed and drew my knees up underneath me, knowing that Alan would be staring directly into my ass crack.

Alan spread my cheeks and licked up the cum oozing from me. He lifted his head and gurgled before swallowing a big gulp.

Paul took his place and performed cleanup, licking my ass until he'd drained me of every last drop of cum.

Alan gave his dad a high five. "We good?"

Paul beamed at his son. "As long as I'm included... in any future activities."

I giggled. "Alan's been pestering me to gangbang his friends... do you want a piece of that?"

Paul's jaw dropped open. "For real?"

Alan looked at me in disbelief. "You said you wouldn't do it?"

I glanced at Paul. "What do you think... should I?"

Paul considered his options. "Any chance I can watch?"

I laughed out loud. "That's Alan's department... so yeah, he can hack the camera in the TV so you can watch."

Paul jumped to his feet. "Fuck yeah, go for it."

*****

I'd just finished washing the last of our lunch dishes when the doorbell rang.

"Alan," I shouted up the stairs, "your friends are here."

"I'm coming," he said, bounding down the stairs. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He reminded me of an excited puppy dog. "Are you ready for this?"

He'd invited friends over, ostensibly to play video games... but I hadn't committed to anything... yet. "I don't know... I'm still thinking about it." I need some liquid courage, so I grabbed a cold longneck from the fridge and gulped half of it down.

He persisted, bending me over the sink and pressing his already hard cock up against my ass. "Come on, Libby... you know dad's counting on watching."

I turned and kissed him on the lip. "Call me Mom... then I'll do it."

"You got it, Mom... if you promise to fuck my friends."

I grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "While you and your dad watch?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Fuck yeah, Mom... but I'm doing more than just watching."

I smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Son."

The doorbell rang a second time.

There was no turning back now... but I had no idea how to go about it.

What was I supposed to do... drop to my knees and start sucking their dicks?

"Answer the door," I said, "and remember what your dad said about masks."

He sneered at me, but knew better than to defy his dad. "So, you'll do it... if I make them wear masks."

I licked my lips and nodded my head.

He bounded off to answer the door before I could change my mind... or ask him how he expected this to go down.

"Hey, Mrs. B," Aaron said, his voice muffled by his Superman mask, "it's been a long time." Aaron was a popular jock who lettered in several sports. Why he befriended Alan was always a mystery to me.

"Call me Libby." I smiled and suppressed the urge to give him a big hug. "You look like you've been working out," I said, giving him a fist bump. "How's your mom doing?"

"Not bad," he said, "but she had to give up her yoga business... you know how that goes."

I laughed. "No more goat yoga?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, but she's doing small group lessons at home... under the table. That's how I stay in shape... I do personal training for some of her clients."

I moved closer and squeezed his bulging bicep. "Bet the ladies love that," I said. "I haven't done any yoga since this all started... I really miss it."

"You should call her... I'm sure she could fit you in. She even has a group of ladies that do nude yoga."

I eyed him suspiciously, then glanced at the rest of the boys to gauge their reaction.

Judging from the way they leered at me, I figured Alan must have let them know what he had in mind.

Alan chimed in, fearing I might overreact. "Libby, you remember my friends, Randy, Gary and Lenny."

Unlike Aaron, Randy and Gary were just as scrawny as Alan, and looked ridiculous wearing Mutant Ninja Turtle face masks. I gave them each a fist bump. Lenny, on the other hand, could only be described as flabby... with a well-defined beer belly. Working out was not in his vocabulary, and perfectly fit his Boss Hogg face mask. I whispered into Alan's ear. "You said you wouldn't tell them?"

He shrugged his shoulders, as though I should have expected it.

I stalled for time by draining my beer.

Nude yoga would certainly be an icebreaker.

Alan handed me another beer, along with one for each of his buddies. "Cheers," he said, raising his bottle.

With my fate sealed, I returned my attention to Aaron. "Nude yoga," I said dreamily, "that sounds... erotic." I was already wearing yoga pants and a halter top underneath my frock... so yoga it would be.

Could I do it... nude... in front of Alan's friends... with Paul watching, no less?

"I'll get your yoga mat," Alan said, bounding upstairs before I could object.

If Paul was going to watch me cuckold him, Alan would have to hack the TV so Paul could watch us remotely. "Don't forget that other thing..." I yelled up the stairs.

Resigned to my fate, I led Alan's eager friends over to the big leather couch in front of the TV and had them move the coffee table out of the way. Alan returned and unrolled my yoga mat. He winked and gave me a thumbs up... to let me know Paul was dialed in and ready for action. I glanced at the TV and gave a discrete wave to my unseen husband. I could only imagine what was going through his mind as I tossed my frock aside and went through a simple warm up routine... while everybody watched. My tight yoga outfit revealed every contour and crevice of my body. "Ready," I said, glancing down at Aaron's crotch, "show me what you've got."

That brought a round of nervous laughter from the other guys.

Aaron jumped to his feet and hooked his thumbs under his shorts. He hesitated before pushing them down. "You want me to drop my shorts... right?"

I grinned. "Nude yoga was your idea, so yeah, you first."

He slipped his shorts and boxers down in one swift move, then pulled his shirt over his head. I marveled at his solid physique and six-pack abs. He flexed his arms behind his head to show off his pecs. "Are you going to strip?"

I smiled, letting my eyes drift down to his semi erect cock. It was enough to get my juices flowing. "You're the yoga master, you tell me."

He nodded, dropping to his knees and tugging down my yoga pants with his fingertips, peeling them off as the guys gawked at my bare ass. I turned towards them and fluffed up my pubes as Aaron slid my halter top up and over my head.

"Lay on your back," he commanded, "with your arms outstretched." I squatted slowly, giving the guys a quick peek at my open crotch before stretching out on my yoga pad. He straddled my chest and pressed the back of his heels into my armpits. "This position is called the plow... start by griping my calfs and then raise your legs."

"I know this one," I said, looking up at his big cock swinging freely above my head. I raised my legs a few inches and pointed my toes.

"Sweet," Lenny said, watching me spread my legs open. The others gather around him for a closer look.

I jackknifed my legs and rolled onto my upper back until my crotch pressed against Aaron's cock. I marveled at the view of my glistening pink slit pressed up against Aaron's dangling cock.

"Hold that position," Aaron commanded, as he rubbed his stiffening cock between my parted pussy lips.

"Hey, let me try that," Lenny shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

"Sure," I said, unwinding my position, much to Aaron's disappointment. He reluctantly stepped aside, awkwardly holding his stiff cock.

Lenny's stubby cock was fat, just like his body, and rock hard. As I drew my legs up into the plow position, I could see that he was aiming his stiff cock with a purpose. I knew it was only a matter of time before this gangbang got under way... so there was no putting off the inevitable. I gasped as I rolled back onto his fat cock.

"Fuck yeah," he shouted as he slid into me while the guys cheered him on.