My Mother’s Blacmail

This is not your traditional "blackmail" or "incest" story. I never had an Oedipus complex, I neither looked at my mother and thought "I have to have her", nor planned nefarious ways to take her. No, in fact, our relationship was a very normal mother/son relationship where I respected the matriarchal roles she had, and the rules set forth by her and my father.

I grew up in a traditional midwestern town about 15 miles outside of a mid-sized city in the center of the U.S. There was nothing about my life that was remarkable, I got mostly A's in high school and played junior varsity basketball and junior varsity football. I had a girlfriend all through high school, your typical high school first love that ended with her getting drunk and making out with one of my friends. I was furious at her, I felt heartbroken that she would cheat on me and deny it. If it weren't for my buddy taking pictures of the two of them making out, she would have kept denying it. This one incident made me despise her; disgusted by her cheating and the fact that I had no recourse. I wanted to punish her, have sex with her best friend to so she could feel the heartache I felt, but she wouldn't have cared.

My parents were great, they were always supportive of me, no matter what I decided to do or not do, they were always there give me guidance. Once I graduated, they offered to pay for college if I didn't leave the state and would still come visit them once a month. I ended up being accepted to the largest state university about 2 hours from their house, which was just enough that they couldn't just show up to check on me, nor would I just go back to their house for the weekend without knowing if they were going to be home. It felt like the perfect distance, enough space to grow into an adult, but also close enough to have parental support if I needed it.

Before I tell you how this true story unfolded, let me tell you a little about my parents. They got married in 1979 and both were hippies. Mom had long blonde hair down her back that covered her ass in their wedding photos and my dad had a full-on perm. She is 5'3, about 115 pounds and has been for as long as I know. My dad is 6'1, use to be in amazing shape, but now is fat and has to weigh 275. I was born about a year after they got married and growing up, I always remember my mother being pretty. Once I got into my teen years, I noticed how my friends always thought she was hot or how they always wanted to hang out at my house, but I never looked at her that way. She was just my mom. My parents always had a good relationship, they held hands, laughed with each other and joked, but as my dad got older, he became cruel in his jokes. Not just to my mother, but to everyone, including me. I began noticing how their interactions slowly became colder to one another, but as far as I knew, they were still enjoying each other sexually.

Once I took off for college, I stuck to my agreement of going back home at least once per month. At first, I was going back about every other weekend, just to enjoy mom's cooking and to get all my laundry done without having to go to a laundromat. But once I settled into college, that slowed down to once a month and eventually slipped into not going every month. This led to the me missing my parents on a couple weekend trips home since I stopped planning things. One weekend my father went fishing with the guys and I never saw him. Another trip home my mother was out of town for a work conference, and I never saw her. This poor planning on my part led to my dad to double down on our agreement. So, to make things easier for my parents, I decided to go back the first weekend of every month. This would provide some consistency for both of us, them to know when I would be there, and me so I could plan my weekend benders around seeing them.

Everything was going great, I was going back the first weekend of every month and spending time with them, everything was easy until finals came up. I told my parents I wouldn't be able to come back for a few weeks because I wanted to double down on studying and focus on finals. This wasn't out of the ordinary for me as I took school very seriously, so they understood. What I didn't expect was for finals to be so short and easy. I planned on being exhausted after studying for weeks and had every intention in the world on getting drunk all weekend at school...but after I finished my last test on Thursday afternoon, I decided to drive home Thursday night and spend the break with my parents. It was a decision that changed my adult life, even to this day.

I pulled into my parent's driveway at about 8:30 pm and quickly realized the house was completely dark. Considering it was December, this was odd, I felt like they had to be home, and they never left the house that dark. From the outside, the only light I could tell was on was the hallway light, which was positioned between the kitchen and the master bedroom, not abnormal, but odd being the only like I could see. I didn't think much of it, I assumed they were at dinner or watching television and I just couldn't tell from driveway. I let myself in through the garage, not at all trying to be sneaky, and walked through their mud room into the kitchen and before I could yell hello, I heard what could only be described as the sound of someone being spanked.

That sound that is branded in your head if you were spanked as a child, the sound of a hand slapping your bare ass hard, leaving a stinging feeling to teach you a lesson. The sound that all of us who were spanked know, there is no mistaken that sound. I legitimately stopped in the kitchen trying to figure out what the fuck I just heard. *Smack* again, only this time I heard a wince, a soft female moan if you will. I stood there, in my parent's kitchen, not sure what to do. Not sure what I was hearing, were my parents babysitting? Were my parents banging? I had no idea what to think so I slowly crept down the hall hoping to figure out what I was hearing.

As I walked down the hall, I started hearing the very obvious sounds of two people fucking, the sound of skin slapping together, the sound of sex. I heard my mother moan, I heard her breathing hard, short, rapid breaths. And then I heard "you're fucking wet", words I will never forget...because the voice was

not

my fathers. I didn't know the voice, but what I did know is it wasn't him.

As I approached my parents' bedroom door, I began feeling a sense of shame, trying to convince myself it was just my parents, and I should walk away and let them enjoy this. But something inside of me just kept pushing me towards that room, step by step I began to see everything. My mother was bent over on all four, her head facing away from the door, what appeared to be a much younger man was standing behind her at the foot of the bed pounding away. I couldn't clearly see his face, but he appeared to be late 20's, not that much older than I was. I was in shock; all the feelings of my high school ex came rushing back to me. Anger. Hatred. Frustration. And jealousy.

On one-hand I wanted to rush in and expose her, but what if she denied everything to my father? I would have no way to prove what I saw, the same shit I went through with my ex, until my friend showed me pictures, there was no proof. With that in mind, I pulled out my cell phone and started recording. I meant to only film them for a few seconds, but I couldn't stop, and the guy didn't stop. He just kept fucking her. And fucking her. And fucking her. 15 minutes of me standing there filming and I finally turned around and walked away. I walked right out the garage just as I walked in, got in my car and sat there trying to understand what I had just saw. I started watching the video I took, the more I watched, the madder I got, but with that growing anger came a growing since of jealousy.

I don't know how to describe it, I was jealous that I wasn't the one fucking my mother, I was jealous that she was cheating. Jealous that she was the same whore as my ex-girlfriend, the one who broke my heart. The more I watched the video, the more I realized how fucking sexy my mother really was, her tits were swaying hard every time he drove himself into her, her ass jiggled just the perfect amount every time his hips bucked into hers, everything I saw, I craved.

I decided to call my mom and tell her I was almost home; I wanted that dude gone but I wanted to catch him leaving. The first call went unanswered, so I called right back, only this time she did answer, and it was obvious she was winded. I asked her if she was ok and she told me she was just working out, but when I told her I was about home she became frantic.

"Why!? I mean that's great; how soon will you be here?" she said.

"I just pulled in", I replied, "I'll be right in".

I opened the door just in time to see the young man heading to the front door, without even giving me a chance to say hi, he let himself out in a hurry. My mom had not even come out of her bedroom yet and I was hellbent on catching her trying to get her shit together.

"Hey mom, who was that", I asked as I was walking down the hall.

"Just the landscaper, we are going to clean up the yard and bushes and stuff" she said.

I walked right into her bedroom and realized she was in the bathroom with the door shut.

"Mom, what are you up to", I asked.

"Just going the bathroom, why are you asking", she replied.

"Can you come out here? Right now?", I asked her.

"In a second", she said.

I sat on her bed, the smell of sex was in the air, her bed completely in disarray, it was obvious I interrupted right before everything finished. She walked out of the bathroom trying to contain herself smiling and told me how great it was to see me. I looked at her again, sitting on the bed and I asked again,

"What are you up to?"

I looked at the bed, at the underwear on the floor, and looked at her again.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?", she asked.

I could tell she was uncomfortable; she was in a box and had no idea what I knew, but she didn't like the position she was in.

"Mom, I got home about 30 minutes ago and saw everything, I asked you what you were up to, do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?"

She looked me straight in the face and said "what are you talking about? There is nothing going on and there was nothing to see!"

I pulled out my phone, pushed play, and turned the volume up, she didn't even have to look at it to know what I had filmed. I paused it and said, "I have 15 minutes of him fucking you from behind. Do you want me to ask you again?" Mom took a deep breath and started crying. There were no words or excuses, and she knew she was caught. She couldn't deny the video, she couldn't deny the proof I had in my hands.

"Are you going to tell your father", was the first sentence she mustered up.

Of all the shit she could come up with, that's all she cared about. I told her I was disgusted with her, just like my ex, she has it so good, but she just wants more and when she got caught all she cared about was whether I was going to tell on her.

"I don't know what the fuck to do, I'm so angry at you I don't even want to look at you", I said.

She just kept crying, and at some point, during her emotional breakdown, I found myself staring at her. Staring at her in a lustful way. Staring at her knowing what she looks like under the clothes, but not knowing exactly what she looks like under her clothes. I never saw her nipples, or her pussy. I never felt her tongue against mine...and at that moment, my Oedipus complex kicked in.

"I don't want to ruin my marriage, just please don't tell him. It won't happen again, I swear it won't", she kept repeating.

I turned the video back on and watched it next to her, she kept trying to push it away, but I kept putting it back in front of her. "Just please don't tell him", she said.

I stood up and pulled my shirt off and stood in front of her, she looked up at me, tears running down her face, and asked what I was doing. I stared at her while unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and unzipped the zipper. Confusingly she just looked at me as I stood there, shaking, nervous with fear,

"I want what he had" was all that I could say.

Mom didn't say a word, I could see the confusion in her face as I pushed my jeans and underwear to the floor. My dick popped up right in her face, which ended up being more than she could emotionally handle.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?", she yelled at me. "Are you trying to blackmail me into sex with you, so you don't tell your father I cheated on him!?", she said.

"Yes", was all I could come up with.

"NO", she yelled empathically.

I told her she was going to fuck me, or I was going to tell him, it didn't matter to me which option she chose. She just kept crying and eventually looked at me and gave in, accepting her demise.

"If I let you fuck me, you have to promise me you'll delete that video," she said.

I looked at my mother and asked her if she thought she had any room to negotiate. I said, "I'm going to fuck you whenever I'm around you and whenever I want, or I'll give him this video".

Mom got up and walked into her bathroom and locked the door, I heard her crying trying to figure out what she should do. I knocked on the door and told her she had 20 minutes to decide, or I was leaving and sending dad the video. I walked down the hall to the living room, still naked, trying to figure out if I had just completely ruined my own life.

As I sat down on the couch, my mother walked in wearing the same clothes she had on and began asking me questions about the agreement. She wanted to know what I intended, and honestly, I had not gotten that far in my head. I never thought I'd get to where we were at. I just assumed I would've chickened out after I took my shirt off, but I knew it was the only chance I had before she regained her composure.

I told my mother my intentions were just as I said in her bedroom, I could fuck her whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted as long as my father wouldn't catch us. She sat stoically on the couch and did not show much emotion.

After a few minutes of silence, she looked at me said, "I won't do anal".

I was speechless, was this her way of compromising or justifying that vaginal sex was ok, but anal was the line? Incest was fine as long as it wasn't anal?

"Deal", I said back.

"And I want to know every time you have sex with dad, and you cannot masturbate anymore. In fact, you will not have sex with him more than 3 times a month, from here on out, I will be your sexual gratification", I said to her.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "how will I limit him to just 3 times a month?"

I smiled at her and said, "these are my terms".

Without hesitation she asked, "what do you want to do?"

Still naked, my cock began growing at the thought of fucking my mother right there. Just as I began to respond, her phone rang...and it was my father.

To be continued

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