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And the Camera Clicked - 2
by James Johnstone (jimmyjohnstone@ymail.com)
***
A teenager continues blackmailing his mother, first for
naked pictures and then becoming more confident in his
demands. (Fm-teen, nc, inc, mast, oral, blkmail)
***
John stepped back down the garden path and into the
house. His eyes took a few moments to adjust to the
darkness, it being so blisteringly sunny outside.
Clutching his camera, he looked out of the kitchen
window. Kate was pulling her bathing suit bottoms back
on. Her legs were buckling after such an intense
orgasm. John laughed at her stumbling around. She
searched the ground by the rosebush for her top. John
filled a glass with water from the sink and downed it
in one go. He watched his mother pick up the top and
begin walking up the pathway. Her head darted like a
startled animal toward the neighbour's house, and after
a split second she dashed for the house. John watched
her crash through the side door with wide open eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Mr. Reed was watching!" gasped Kate, one arm covering
both her nipples, the other flying madly.
"Really?" grinned John. "I wouldn't worry. He's so old
and can hardly see"
"What if he saw? What have you done to me, John!?"
"He's blind as a bat!" exclaimed John. Kate used her
free hand to make a fist, clenching her hair above her
head while she peered down the garden.
"Fine," John continued, "We won't do any pictures in
the garden next time."
"Next time?" Kate brought her fist down to her mouth,
"No John. There's no next time." John was flicking
through the photographs he'd just captured on the LCD
screen.
"John, did you hear me?" she demanded.
"Make me a sandwich, Mom." He commanded. Kate sighed
and turned away, crossing her arms. She was still shaky
from her intense orgasm. John stroked his hand down her
bare back.
"Stop that!" Kate jumped back. John smiled at her, eyes
hovering over her shoulders. She gave a disgruntled
huff, pushed past him and ran upstairs. John followed
to see her disappear into her room and hear the lock
click. John tried the handle but the door was firm.
"Mom, come out. I'm gonna start emailing these out you
know" He spoke through the door.
"Fuck you," came her response.
John retreated to his own room, noting once again what
a good job Kate had done on cleaning it. After firing
up his computer he transferred all the new photos to
the special 'Some bitch' folder, each in their own
subfolder. He was building an archive now. He had the
original hardcore set of that fateful night, then her
getting dirty washing the car, and soaked in her
underwear in the bedroom after he attacked her with the
soapy water, and finally this new explicit set in the
garden. The total number must have been approaching two
hundred or so.
As John scanned through the images he was reminded of
how horny ordering about his mother had made him. His
cock had gotten ridged out in the garden, and thinking
about the situation even now made him hot. He opened up
a porno message board which he sometimes posted on, to
look at some random pictures of hotties. Most were the
same, generic porn stars. All fake tits and smiles.
Everything shot in those houses with white walls and
tile floors. He'd see the occasional set shot in an
amateur style with a slightly older woman with real
tits, those were the ones he liked. There wasn't much
he took a fancy to today.
Sitting back on his chair, he folded his arms and
glanced across posters and shelves on his wall while
biting his lip. He sat rocking gently, thinking to
himself. There was a slight change in the light where a
cloud brushed into front of the sun, cooling the room
for just a moment. As it passed and room was again
bleached by light, John leant forward hit the 'New
Topic' button on the message board. Deciding on the car
wash pictures of his mother, he began uploading the
files. He questioned how ethical this was after telling
Kate no one would see these photos, but 'fuck it' he
thought. No one would recognise her.
The status bar zoomed up until they were all uploaded
to the forum. He sat thinking of a topic title by which
people would recognise the thread. He could not really
state it was his blackmailed mother. Finally he settled
on 'Busty unknown Milf washing the car.' I was not the
most original title but it was to the point. After
double checking all the pictures were on the server he
posted his thread. He watched it pop up at the top of
the message board, and then leant back in his chair.
He lay on his bed, hands behind his head and staring at
the ceiling. He tried to listen for any noises from his
mother's room, but there were none. All that could be
heard was the whirling of the computer fan. It gave a
strange hypnotic and repetitive noise. He closed his
eyes and fell asleep.
A couple of hours passed. John was awoken at the sounds
of his mother climbing out the shower, the glass in the
door rattling. He started stirring, sitting up and
rubbing his face. It was now considerably cooler in the
house, now some cloud cover had come in to block the
sun. During a large yawn John lent an eye to his
computer screen and remembered the pictures he'd send
out into the world. He sat at his chair and hit refresh
to see if anyone had replied to his thread. They had.
Scrolling down, he trawled through a few responses,
each growing with obscenity;
'Nice, thanks.'
'Wow, she's hot. Such a pretty face. Anyone know who
she is?'
'Fantastic body. Love those tits and ass. Any full
nudity shoots?'
'I'd fuck the shit out of that bitch. Please post
more.'
'Holy fuck look at those curves. Hope she does nudity.
I love the wet look. Dirty whore.'
John smiled at the fact all these anonymous internet
guys liked his mom's body, even if it was the most mild
soft core he could imagine. At best her nipples pushed
through the wet material and the soaked clothes showed
her curves. He knew they'd love the more exposing
stuff. He scratched his leg and stared at the keyboard,
pondering. It didn't take long for him to decide. He
posted at the bottom of the thread;
'Hey guys. I found out this bitch's name. She's called
Kate Andrews.'
John didn't even hesitate as he hit the reply button.
He had given away his mother's real name to strangers,
strangers who were perverting over her body. He knew
these people were groping her body with their eyes,
imagining her in filthy and humiliating situations for
their own pleasure, and now John had given away her
anonymity. Placing his hands behind his head, John felt
a huge rush of power through his body. It felt like
stepping into the sun from the cold. His skin tingled.
John decided he owned these pictures, and his mother.
He genuinely felt like he was the legal owner of her
and could use her as he pleased. Without further
hesitation he decided to make another thread. He titled
it 'Kate Andrews – Wet in Underwear', and began
uploading the photos he took after chasing her into her
room while soaking. Within a few minutes the thread was
posted, and John was eagerly awaiting responses. There
was the familiar creaking of his mother going
downstairs which reminded him he had not eaten today.
He would put Kate to use.
Kate was in the kitchen preparing herself a sandwich.
She wore those baggy track bottoms and t-shirt again.
It all looked a couple of sizes too big but very
comfortable and hid her body from unwanted gaze. She
noticed John enter but did not acknowledge him. John
peered over her shoulder to see what she was making.
"That looks good. Make me one will you?" He spoke. Kate
continued spreading butter and cutting. Opening the
fridge, John pulled out a bottle of coke and poured it
into a glass.
"You want one?" he enquired, trying to show some kind
of good will. His mother still acted as though no one
else was in the room. John took a big gulp from the
glass and gave a hearty sigh.
"I'll be watching TV. Bring it in." John made his way
to the living room. He put his feet up and flicked
through different TV channels. He settled on a
monotonous fly-on-the-wall program about airports.
After a few minutes Kate entered the room by banging
the door open. She threw the plate with sandwich down
on his lap with distain and turned to leave.
"Mom," John voiced, "I really want a cake."
"Go and buy one then." Kate had her hand on the door
handle ready to retreat to the kitchen.
"No, I want you to make one." He finished. Kate turned
to face him, making stern eye contact with one hand on
her waist.
"How much more bullshit are you going to do before you
get bored?"
"I'm no where near bored yet." John answered. "Go and
get all the ingredients out, I'll be there in a
minute."
His mother left the room and John soon heard her
banging cupboards and clanking pans as she found her
baking materials. Noticing what little care had gone
into making the sandwich turned John off eating it. The
butter was all sporadic on the bread and cheese too
thick and just appearing to have been thrown in. He
placed it down on the coffee table in the centre of the
room and went to find his mother. Upon entering he saw
her placing the last of the ingredients on the
sideboard. There were eggs, sugar, flower, chocolate,
icing, and lemons.
"Where are those icing decoration things?" He asked,
"Put some effort in, Mom." Kate stretched above her
head to a cupboard and pulled out the edible stars and
shapes. She slammed the door shut.
"Is this ok now?" She stated sarcastically. Her cheeks
were red with frustration. "Shall I start?"
"Not quite." John smiled. Kate huffed in annoyance. He
opened the cupboard at the end of the sideboard and
pulled out a rolled up red chequered kitchen apron. He
handed it to his mother.
"What? You want me to wear this?" She asked puzzled.
"Yeah," replied John, "But only the apron." Kate let it
unroll to the floor. It was clean but crumpled. It
covered the middle of the wearer's chest with straps to
go round the neck, widening slightly from the waist
down with ties that did up at the back. She chuckled.
"You really are a sad little boy aren't you."
"And you're a filthy slut." He retorted. "Get out of
your clothes." Kate was still seething, but took the
apron through to the living room. John felt himself
getting excited, his cock started to press against his
jeans. He hastily ran upstairs to fetch his camera. He
got back to the kitchen and sat down on a stool just in
time to see his mother walk through the door. His cock
hardened further at the sight of her. He couldn't stand
up, she had turned his dick into a rock.
She stood with a straight back making her breasts
prominent on her figure. The square of material on the
chest of the apron only just covered her nipples, the
sides of her boobs exposed. The bottom of it covered
down to her thigh. John instructed her to spin around.
The apron covered little of her ass, but she had left
her black cotton underwear on anyway. The straps tied
at the back playfully swung side to side and against
her bottom as she turned. The straps were the only
thing to cover her otherwise bare back. John had taken
quite a liking to his mother's slender back, maybe
because it was the part of her body he was most used to
seeing in conversation before all this started. As she
came about to face him John clicked and took the first
picture, a full length body shot.
"I thought you might be taking pictures again." She
sneered. The camera clicked again, and another few
times.
"Are you proud of yourself?" She asked with a tone of
cynicism. John got up off the stool in spite of his
hard on. Moving slowly towards his mom he continued
capturing images of her top half.
"Put your hands on your waist." He ordered. Kate
complied, and even titled her face in that teasing
manner toward the camera lens. Click click the camera
went.
"Now put your hand by your mouth." John continued. Kate
did as she was told.
"Well? Are you proud of yourself?" She repeated mid-
pose.
"Very." John said to be matter-of-fact. Kate noticed
his erection as it strained against his jeans.
"Urgh, that's disgusting." She motioned. "Don't you
feel like a little freak getting stiff over your own
mother?"
"You have a great body," He complimented, "but you're a
fucking whore. I don't have respect for you, you're
just meat. Like some bitch in porn." Kate swallowed a
lump in her throat. She turned her back to him again so
she could get a moment with her own thoughts. John
noticed her stop posing and told her to put her hands
on the wall and stick her ass out. Kate did as she was
told, hoping John did not notice her wiping her eye.
"Ok," John lowered the camera from his eye line, "You
can start cooking now." Kate moved to the counter while
keeping her back to him. Grabbing a scrunchie from the
table she tied her hair behind her head. She began
cracking eggs and mixing different stuffs into a bowl.
The camera kept on flashing and clicking, with John
occasionally checking the images and smiling at his
growing collection. It was very quiet in the kitchen
now, after the sarcastic tones and arguments all that
could be heard was the spoon banging the side of the
mixing bowl and the mixture thickening.
Kate heard John approach her, but remained concentrated
on the cake. She saw John place the camera next to
where she was working. He placed his hands on the sides
of her waist and positioned his crotch against her
black panties. He pushed hard against her ass, and Kate
felt his bulging erection creeping against her cotton.
"Stop it, what are you doing?" She yelped. Kate moved
forward, her pelvis hard against the work surface. John
moved with her, grinding his crotch against her bottom,
keeping her pressed against the counter.
"Keep mixing." He whispered. John bent his knees to
push his bulge against her pussy. One hand found its
way under the apron and cupped her breast. He explored
the fleshy mound, feeling with his fingers its
wonderful smooth texture. He began gently massaging it
in circles and squeezing. Kate was static, only very
slowly moving the spoon around the bowl. John kept this
up for a few moments before putting both hands back on
her sides and sliding them slowly down her body. His
fingers hooked into the rim of her underwear.
"John..." Kate murmured.
"Keep mixing." He repeated. His hands glided over her
ass and smooth legs taking the panties with them. They
slid down to her knees and fell without resistance.
Kate stepped out of them and John kicked them away.
"John..." Kate had stopped with the mixture, turning
her head trying to see him over her shoulder. John
stepped back and looked at her bare ass, licking his
lips. His mother had now put the mixing bowl down,
resting on her hands. John pulled her hips backwards
making her bend over the counter. Kate went down to her
elbows for support, her forearms falling into a thick
mess of flower and chocolate and milk on the surface.
She felt a breeze run through the house and the cold
air kiss her labia. John looked at her vagina from a
foot or two back, camera now back in hand.
Impulsively John knelt down between her legs and gave
her pussy a light kiss. He could not explain himself.
He stood up instantly, almost to see if she did not
notice. For some reason she did not feel the want to
protest. She hated that John had been able to blackmail
her like this, and turn her into a naked bimbo. She
felt more a chill of terror at his new confidence with
their bodily contact than anything.
John coughed, shaking off what he'd just done. A moment
of composure later and he was taking more pictures. He
went for every angle; around him mom's ass, the side,
near the front. Kate had succumbed to his will, she was
his to use. John picked a small pair of scissors out of
a draw and cut the neck snap on the apron. The top half
drooped to the floor exposing her luscious ripe tits
fully. John noted her nipples erect. Kate turned her
head away from the camera, but he was quick to instruct
his mother to look into the lens.
After a few pictures like this John decided to
reposition his mom so her tits pushed into the mess on
the surface. Her ample bust pushed all the paste and
cake mix around her cleavage as her tits flattened and
spread against the surface. John made sure she arched
her back presented her ass as though she would be
fucked from behind. A few snaps like this and he untied
the apron fully and tossed it to the side. John had his
mother entirely naked once again, her shame open to the
world with help of his camera.
"Stand up and turn around," commanded John. His mother
did so, showing him her bust covered in mess.
"I want you to run your hands over your tits and lick
your fingers." He continued. Kate was relieved she was
safely back to posing for the camera. She was truly
dreading that her son was about to fuck her as she bent
over the counter. Should that situation come how could
she get away? Get away without upsetting him so much
that he sends these photos to people she knew. She
could not live knowing her friends and family had seen
her humiliated like a whore.
She trod a thin line. John was becoming more and more
confident, and could see from the bulge in his jeans
that this was a sexual thing for him, not just about
getting her back for scorning him in the past. He did
not mind forcing her to masturbate so what would stop
him using her for more? Kate could only take it one
step at a time. For now, she stroked her breasts and
licked her chocolaty fingers at her son's decree.
"Yeah that's it you slut, eat it all up." John said as
he took more pictures. This continued until the
chocolate was nearly all gone. Kate was about to
finish, she had a little left by her nipple, and John
grabbed her hand to stop her. He lowered his mouth
himself and licked the last sweet bits off. He licked
around her erect nipple collecting up the chocolate,
and flicked it with his wet tongue until Kate spoke.
"I think you got it all."
John pulled his head back and looked at the shiny
residue all that mixture had left. Flicking through the
newly taken pictures, Kate wondered if he wanted more
like last time.
"Is that all?" She asked. John took a minute to respond
as he reviewed his work.
"Yeah," he finally replied. Kate sighed relief under
her breath. She crossed her arms and stared at John.
"I'm going to store these." John said. "Finish the
cake, we can eat it later."
"Aren't I allowed a shower? His mother demanded.
"Sure," He replied, "after you're finished." John made
his way upstairs. Kate put her head in her hands,
finally able to express her pain. She stood motionless,
feeling the stickiness from her hands transfer to her
face. Kate jumped as she heard John shout from the top
of the stairs;
"And don't take too long!" Kate tried to settle herself
quickly. She didn't want her son to think he had gotten
to her. After retrieving her underwear from the floor
she pulled an old shirt from the laundry and put it on,
ready to finish John's cake.
John was well into storing the new photos on his
computer. He checked the message board thread he'd made
earlier, with his mom's real name, although still only
in her underwear. Responses were good, people using
derogatory and offensive terms to compliment his
mother's body;
'So hot. More Kate plz!'
'That bitch has a smoking body. And those tits omg.'
'I wanna blow my load in that bitch. So good looking.
Any nudity?'
'One of my new favs. I'd fuck her so hard she'd go
through the wall.'
Some of the replies made him laugh, but they all
claimed loved for her pretty face, shapely curves and
gorgeous tits. John saw many posts requesting nude
shots of her. So far he had only put up ones of her
soaked and clothed or in her underwear. He was so
pleased with all the internet perverts' love for her
that he did not even think before uploading more sets.
It did not take long to put up the photos of her naked
in the apron, and masturbating in her bikini. There was
not much going back now. John had exposed his mother at
her most intimate to the mass perverseness of the
internet. He was making a name for her. He would get
her a following of nerds and geeks who wanted to see
her do more and more. To be put in filthier and more
compromising situations. Within a minute or two the new
threads had replies. Someone had commented on her
masturbation photos in the garden;
'Man she's so horny. She do hardcore?'
John knew something like that might get asked but
decided not to answer. In any case, he was supposedly
just the guy posting the images. No one knew he was the
blackmailing son. Another reply soon appeared;
'I wanna bury my dick in that pussy.'
John felt that same tingle of power as he read these
comments. Knowing he was breaking taboo, degrading his
own mom in such a way, whoring her out to faceless guys
around the world. He loved it.
Kate could be heard creaking up the stairs and entering
the bathroom. Looking through the crack of his door
John just caught a flash of her leg as she disappeared
inside. John was amazingly horny, he had not relieved
himself since gaining control of his mom.
He waited a few moments until he heard the water
running and the rattle of the shower door, knowing she
was inside. Creeping down the hallway, he nudged the
door open and entered. The room was filled with steam,
it was hard to see anything more than a foot in front
of him. There was a spotlight above the shower, so John
could make out the outlines and shadows of his mother's
body.
Even in silhouette she made his dick hurt. He watched
her shadow as she sponged and soaped herself. John was
drawn to her like a hungry wolf to a gazelle. He pulled
his shirt off over his head, and slipped his jeans off
his legs. His cock pushed far out the fly hole in his
boxer shorts, but John also removed those. He stood
completely naked with a thick and raging hard on, just
feet from his showering mother who had no idea of his
presence.
Kate continued to soap her chest in effort to be rid of
the stickiness. She scrubbed with a sponge charged with
soap creating a rich lava all over her body. The shower
was a large one with a sliding door, easily big enough
for two people. Kate did not notice the door opening,
John taking extra care to be quiet. The steam was so
thick she could not even see everything inside the
cubicle, such as John stepping inside. He took less
care to shut the door once he was in, sliding it across
with force so it made the rattling noise his mom knew
well. Kate turned suddenly.
"John!?" She yelped. As she turned she saw him standing
there, entirely naked, sporting a raging hard on. Her
eyes widened like a rabbit in headlights.
"Do you want me to pose again?" She asked timidly,
"Where's your camera?"
"No photos his time." He stated. Moving toward her he
put his hands on her chest and rubbed the soap around
her body, around her breasts and down her back,
grabbing full handfuls of her fleshy ass. John moved
his body closer and Kate felt his erection against her
thigh. His dick was so hot, it felt warmer than the
shower against her leg. John continued to grab and
grope and massage his mom's curves.
"This is too fucking far, John." She protested. Hands
found their way over her body. He ran his fingers down
her stomach and hips to squeeze her thigh and ran them
back up over her bottom and up her back.
"I don't care if you send those pictures out. This is
too much." She reiterated. Trying to push him away, she
made for the shower door. John held her hand and pulled
her back.
"Let go you bastard!" She yelled. She beat her fist on
his chest, but it made no difference. John pulled her
tightly towards him, hip to hip. His hard on pushed
down between her slippery thighs. Kate still felt the
intense heat of it. With one hand firmly on the small
of her back he used to other to pick a bottle of soap
and squirt it over his mom's bust. He rubbed the gel
into her skin as before. Kate let out the occasional
vent of anger, such as a small scream or shout and
kicked her legs.
John's hands were once again charged with this thick
lava of soap. Moving his hand down her stomach and
pelvis he began exploring her public hair. Kate became
more frantic in her protest, yelling and screaming and
kicking a fighting. John used greater force, pushing
his hand down further until he felt the swollen lips of
her pussy. He dragged his fingers along them, enjoying
the texture of her intimate skin made slippery by the
soap.
"No John, no!" Kate shouted, "Don't go any further!"
Keeping one hand tightly around her back, John began
moving his fingers back and forth over Kate's vagina.
The gel allowed him to do this smoothly, like she was
an oiled machine.
"Stop! Stop!" His mother yelled at the top of her
lungs. John applied greater pressure while rubbing her
pussy. The tips of his fingers began to enter her
warmness. Kate arched forward, breathing frantically.
He moved his hand in circular motions, sliding his
fingers along her vaginal lips, and teasingly playing
with her clit. John found he had to use less force to
keep his mother still now. With his free hand he
slapped her butt, just to affirm his authority.
"Get your hands off of me." Kate spoke more quietly
now. John forced two slippery fingers into her pussy.
He pushed them in up to the knuckle and pulled out
within a second. His fingers went back to tease her
clit, the soap still lubricating her well. Kate fell
onto his body, giving a low moan as she did so. She had
one hand on his chest, digging her nails slightly into
his skin. Her other armed wrapped itself around his.
John pushed his fingers back inside her, wiggling them
a little when they were all the way in, then pulling
them out again. He divided his time finger fucking her
pussy and rubbing her clit. Kate moved her arms around
his neck and hugged on tightly. She pushed her open
mouth against his shoulder, and parted her legs a
little more.
"You like this, you bitch?" He asked. Kate bit into his
shoulder. He gained speed as he shoved his fingers up
her snatch, pushing them in with force until he heard
his mother panting next to his ear. His cock remained
solid, knowing his mother no longer resisted.
"Yeah?" John spoke, "You love this don't you, you
slut."
"Fuck you." Kate whispered. John continued pumping his
fingers into her with ferocity. Kate whimpered harder,
her breathing getting faster.
"That's it. Love it. Melt over my fingers, cunt." He
coaxed her on.
"Agh!" She let out. "Fuck you!" Kate shut her eyes and
bit her lip. She made loud grunts and gasps which
echoed around the bathroom. Beads of sweat ran down her
forehead and back, enticed on by the thick steam.
Kate's knees bent and she threw her head back, mouth
wide open letting out a long agonising moan. She
drowned out the sound of the shower splashing the tile
floor. John's fingers were in a flurry going in and out
of her sopping pussy, pulling out for brief seconds to
rub her clit and shoving them back in.
Kate rocked her body on her son's hand. Her legs gave
way from the intensity of the feeling. John stopped her
falling and slowly helped lower her, fingers still deep
and working the walls of her vagina. He felt warm
juices running down his hand, hotter than the soapy
lava from the gel. Her pussy contracted and released
around his fingers as she dug her fingers into him.
John lowered her with himself to the floor of the
shower.
"I knew it, you slut." John smirked as he pulled his
fingers from her excited cunt. Kate sat leaning against
the wall of the shower with legs bent in front of her,
water cascading down her body and sultry eyes. She took
deep breaths trying to recover. John sat opposite, legs
bent. Kate saw his erection still throbbing, standing
proud in the steam.
"Now it's your turn." He said. Kate moved her arms in
front of her, slumping and inhaling.
"No John, that didn't mean a thing."
"Come here." He ordered, stretching his hand toward
hers.
"That was rape." She insisted.
"Don't act like you didn't love it." John pushed
himself forward and grabbed Kate by the arm. Kate
turned her head, despising herself. Leaning back, he
pulled her back with him, and rested his back against
the wall again. Kate was positioned kneeling between
his open legs, erection pointing up at her. She stared
at his penis hard and throbbing, then up into his eyes.
"Please John." She whimpered, "Please don't do this."
John put a hand on each of her shoulders, pushing her
down. She didn't lose eye contact with him.
"Don't do this." She pleaded. John continued to slowly
push her head between his legs. Kate barely resisted,
just desperately trying to appeal to his conscience.
His cock was right in front of her face now.
"You don't want this, John." Her final plea sounded.
"Open your mouth." He ordered.
"No!" She defied him. John looked at her trembling face
for a few moments.
"Mom," He started, "You're going to do this. I already
told you I've lost all respect for you, and think of
the things you've already done in front of me. You're
nothing but a whore in my eyes now." Kate began to cry,
single tears falling from each of her eyes. "Plus I'm
the only one who's seen you do these things, and it can
stay that way if you want it to. You know I won't think
twice about showing the pictures to everyone you know."
Kate's face was red, angry and upset, eyes puffy with
crying.
"Open your fucking mouth." John once again commanded.
His mother exhaled loudly, only just having caught her
breath back. She swallowed a lump in her throat, then
opened her mouth as her son has asked her to. John kept
one hand on her shoulder, putting the other on the back
of her head, and guided her mouth down over his cock
and watched it disappear.
"Relax your mouth." He told her. Kate's lips and mouth
closed around his ridged dick. John pinched her
shoulder, expressing his pleasure as he felt the soft
moistness of her mouth. He voiced a soft groan as her
warm tongue settled against the bottom of his shaft.
John pulled her head tighter towards him, burying his
entire length inside her mouth. Kate pulled back,
murmuring. Letting go of her head, John watched as she
pulled away from him and choked a little.
"No so rough." She coughed. John laughed. Placing his
hand back on her head he shoved his cock back into her
wet mouth, all the way to the hilt. Kate pulled back
again, but John would only allow her to withdraw to his
head before shoving himself deep inside again. He moved
his hips up and down as well as pulling his mother's
head back and forth. He gripped her head tightly while
her fucked her face, making sure he was in control of
the rhythm. Slumping down the wall a little, he laid
slightly flatter in the shower. Kate moved back, the
still running shower fell down over her back and
shoulders.
John spent the next few minutes thrusting up into her
mouth. Kate felt his cock twitching against her tongue
and cheeks as he became more excited. Placing both
hands on the back of her head, John pushed her head
down with greater force than before, and shoved his
hips faster. Kate looked up at his face. His head was
tilted back, grunting and huffing. Suddenly he slowed
down. His hips bucked less and he made one long, slow,
powerful tug on his mother's head making sure he
crammed his whole member into her up to the balls. Kate
prepared herself, knowing what she was about to
receive.
"Arrgghhh!" John groaned. He looked down at his mom's
face, who kept eye contact with him. The sight of his
penis disappearing into her mouth spurred him on as he
unleashed his cum.
"Yeah that's it you fucking cunt!" He howled, spurting
streams of cum into her mouth. He felt her tongue
quivering as it became layered his spunk.
"Such a whore! A fucking whore!" He yelled. Kate tried
murmuring something, muted by his dick. John shot
powerful loads deep against the back of her throat
"Swallow it. Swallow the lot!" John commanded,
beginning to move her head back and forth again. Kate
gulped it down. There was so much, she felt like she
was chugging it. Her mouth tightened as she did so,
sending John into further levels of pleasure. She was
milking his cock of its semen.
"Argh, uurgh!" He yelped, staring down into her eyes.
"You know all the tricks, you fucking filthy cunt."
Kate made loud murmurs still, unable to speak, taking
the heavy load. Eventually the feelings of pleasure
faded away, and John released the grip on his mother.
She immediately pulled away, his dick flopping out
covered in saliva.
"You fucking bastard!" Kate screamed. She used her
hands to slap his chest and face. "You absolute shit! I
Hate you! I Hate you!" John just sat there, a confident
smile on his face as he watched his naked mother storm
out of the shower and slam the door. He could not want
this to be going any better.
To be continued?
I hope you enjoyed this part of the story. Please send
feedback to jimmyjohnstone@ymail.com . Part 3 will be
up in the near future.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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