My gentleman caller fucks me deeper and harder than my husband ever could. I spent 20 years being sexually dissatisfied, and I was tired of being unhappy. So once a week, I get stretched out, and my husband is not the wiser. He left at the same time he did every week, but today was definitely not a typical day. Little did I know that he wanted the big black cock that I was fucking; why do I have to share?
Where is that moaning coming from?
I was walking down the hallway to get my morning cup of coffee, and I hear moaning sounds coming from my son JT’s room. I open the door, and he is wearing a pair of my pantyhose stroking his cock. After the initial shock, I open the door and demand an explanation. “What the fuck are you doing? Are those my pantyhose?”
“Good Morning, Mommy,” he replies. “Do you like how my cock looks in your stockings?” I try to speak, but all I can do is stutter. “Do I like . . . What . . . I do not want to see this ever again.” Take my pantyhose off right now,” I finally exclaimed. “Wait until your father gets home . . . I am going to fill him in on what you have been doing!”
He has the “DIRT” on me . . .
JT did not seem to be phased by my threats to tell his father. In fact, he continued to stroke his cock moaning louder than he did before I entered the room. I reiterate, “Did you hear me? I plan to tell your father about what you’re doing . . .” JT interrupted me mid-sentence, “If you tell my Dad about what I am doing, I will tell him about what YOU are doing,” he says with a devilish grin on his face. Shocked and confused, I reply, “What do you think I have done that you could use against me?” As I am waiting for a response, I cannot help but wonder what he knows. Does he know about my gentleman caller? No matter, he can’t prove it. Maybe he wants the big black cock that I am fucking; why do I have to share?
He Knows . . .
Finally, he says, “Mommy, I know that you have been fucking someone other than Daddy. He arrives on Thursdays at 1:00 AM, and he is always out by 6:00 AM. He is handsome, young, and hung like a horse.” I try to reassure my son that I am not doing what he has accused me of, but my facial expression and inability to make a coherent sentence make me appear guilty.
Then he gestures to one of his desk drawers while not missing a stroke on his cock. I opened the drawer, and inside I find an envelope. “Open it, Mommy! How do you look at the film? Didn’t I make your ass look good in the light?” I opened the envelope, and there were dozens of pictures of my gentleman caller in very compromising positions and me. It was an amateur porno in still form. How was I going to get out of this? I think he wants the big black cock I am fucking; why do I have to share?
The Blackmail Demands . . .
“Okay, JT, WHAT do you WANT? Obviously, you have been plotting this for some time. What do I have to do?” Before he began to speak, he moans a few more times and lets out a loud grunt as he releases a string of pearls inside my pantyhose.
“Mommy, I am willing to keep your secret, but it’s gonna cost you,” he says while wiping his hands, full of fresh ball sauce, on his sheets. “I want you to introduce me to your special friend the next time he visits. Let him know that this relationship is now a permanent threesome. I will fuck you when he can’t be here. When he is here, I will suck his big black cock, and I will lick your pussy. He must fuck me first, and you will watch. When he is near an explosion from my tight ass, I will allow him to fuck your pussy. I will clean up the cream pie he left, and if he has any left, I will suck that dry as well.”
I can’t do it . . .
This situation has me in disbelief. I thought I was discreet, but I got careless in the heat of passion somehow. What can I do? Do I have any other options? Will I have to fuck my son to keep my husband from finding out about my gentleman caller? Did I have to fuck him in my home? I should have just called Phone Sex Kingdom; it would have been less trouble and more discreet.
“Well, Mommy? Are you ready? For your son to be your next and greatest lover?” JT says in a sultry voice after slapping me on the ass. In a frantic voice, I began to speak, “I don’t know. I don’t think I can do this. . . I mean, you are MY SON, for FUCK sake!”
JT is off his rocker . . .
JT gets off of the bed, still wearing my cum soaked pantyhose, and strokes the side of my face. Whispering, he says, “You WILL do it because you love me, and I love you! I came from your pussy, and now I will ravish your pussy to bring you the pleasure that you have never felt. You WILL do it, ALL of it, or I will tell Dad. YOU WILL do it, or I will tell everyone your dirty little secret.” Why does he want the big black cock I am fucking? Why do I have to share?
Before I could respond, JT shoves me to my knees and rams his cock down my throat as he recites, “You will do what I want, Mommy!” Over and over again. What have I gotten myself into? Why does he want the big black cock I am fucking? Why do I have to share?
