I Blackmailed My Mother

My mother Bethany Griffith was CEO and sole owner of a small but profitable advertising agency called Womankind. My father's business interests were immense, varied and complicated. I walked into mother's cavernous office and closed and locked the door behind me. Me locking the door was not lost on her. Mother's hair and makeup were perfect as usual and I felt myself becoming erect in anticipation. "What the fuck do you want?" she looked at me like dogshit on her shoe. I walked casually up to her desk whilst manipulating my iPhone. "What I want for you is to transfer five thousand pounds to this account number," I tossed my phone on her desk. "I knew it would be about the money," she sighed. "Transfer the money and daddy won't need to know about you and uncle Roger," I chuckled. My mother bought up the webpage for her private bank account on the screen and transferred the funds. As soon as I saw her execute the transfer I snatched up my phone and used my banking app to transfer the money immediately into another account. I didn't want my mother to know where I kept my money. "So is that it now Nathan? Have you finished blackmailing your mother?" she said scornfully. I waved my phone under her nose; the blackmailing email addressed to father on the screen. I pulled her to me and kissed her. I could feel her breasts squished against my chest. I began maneuvering her towards the white leather lounge, holding her close and making her walk lockstep with me. She stopped when the back of her legs pressed against the lounge. "Please don't Nathan. Please don't degrade me further," she begged. I rubbed my cock against her. Mother gasped as she felt the girth of my cock thrust against her tight belly. I smiled at her wickedly. I leered at her and then reached out and tore open her blouse; the buttons scattered on the floor. She had a splendid example of mammary perfection and I reached out and squeezed them; feeling her nipples harden to my touch. I had her locked against the couch. My fingers slid inside the cups and caressed her milky white soft flesh and then the dark areolae and finally her engorged nipples. She gasped and fell back on the lounge. I followed her down, straddling her. "Please stop," she begged; but her breathing quickened as I caressed her breasts. Mother stopped struggling. I worked my fingers into the diaphanous panty material; it clung to my mother's shaven mound. I could feel the fat outer lips of her labia majora and then the delicate inner lips protecting the entrance to her vagina and shrouding her clitoris. I gently pushed the translucent panty against her clitty and began to delicately caress the little nubbin, using a circular motion.

She opened her legs wider to accommodate me and allow full access to her sex. Once again I had defeated her and overcome her reluctance. Now I wanted to feel my cock pushing on her cunt through her delicate, luxurious, silken pantyhose. Mother instinctively clamped her legs around me, which was the opposite of what she would have done. My cock grazed across mother's sleek, satiny mound, the feel was amazing. "No! No! No!" my mother writhed and wriggled under me. Her hands beat on my back and her legs kicked out. She didn't realize that this only further stimulated me and my cock pressed into her labia, I could actually feel her cunt lips wrapped around my cock through the gauzy layer of panty. My hands found her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples as the glans of my penis rubbed against her clitoris. I began to fuck her through her pantyhose, my cock shrouded in the sleek, glossy pantyhose fabric pressed against her sensitive clitoris and inner cunt lips. As I got into rhythm my mother clung to me, meeting my thrusts, her nylon-clad legs rubbed on my tender flesh, sending ripples of delight through my body. My cock was throbbing, the exquisite sensations emanating from my tender glans and sleek shaft were driving me to peak. Mother slavered at my mouth and raked her fingers along my back as her own orgasm approached. I pushed hard and the tip of cock entered her vagina, still sheathed in delicate pantyhose fabric. I only managed to get about an inch of my phallus inside my mother but it was enough. I orgasmed and copious amounts of hot semen ejaculated from my pulsing, hard cock. Mother screamed and drummed her high-heels on my back as she orgasmed in concert with me. She pushed her buttocks up off the couch, forcing as much as my cock as her pantyhose would allow inside her, the shaft rubbed on her clitoris and drove her maniacal as she simultaneously kissed me, hugged me, then beat me and bit me. My semen was flooding her cunt, soaking into her pantyhose as my cock continued to convulse. I could feel the outer ring of her vagina throbbing, milking me of my seed as mother came too. After what seemed like an eternity we both lay still; panting and sweating and quivering now and then as the last of our climaxes subsided. Mom was sobbing quietly; her head down. She couldn't look at me; she felt ashamed of herself. I picked up her leg and wiped my deflating penis on her calf; the residue of my semen and her vaginal secretions soaked into her pantyhose, darkening the sheer fabric. When she realized what I'd done she snatched back her leg. Bethany lay on the lounge, her panty crotch a sodden mess of semen and cunny juice, her breasts exposed, her brassiere askew and her blouse ripped open. Crying had ruined her makeup and her hair was a mess. I sauntered over to her bathroom and opened her small walk-in wardrobe. I pulled a freshly pressed blouse off the hanger, and a package of new pantyhose. I went back handing them to my mother. She still was sitting on the couch, but she had stopped crying. "Get cleaned up and get changed. You look like a mess," I snickered. I pulled mother from the couch and directed her towards the bathroom. Mother came out of her bathroom about fifteen minutes later looking stately and exhibiting her usual commanding presence. She looked like the eminent professional and mistress of her domain.

"How long is this abominable and repugnant behaviour going to go on Nathan? Surely you have degraded me enough and sated your incestuous carnal desires." Mother pulled a Virginia Slim cigarette from a package in her desk drawer and lit it. "You know that it's against the law to smoke in an office like this," I grinned at her. "You know it's against the law to fuck your mother in an office like this," she spat back at me. "You liked it," I grinned. "You forced me to like it; I can't control my body's reactions when they are forced into stimuli," mother drew on her cigarette, but she was blushing profusely. "But you weren't forced to suck off uncle Roger or to ride his big cock were you mother?" I chuckled. "I might just want a blowjob next time I drop around," I grinned at her. Something crashed against the imposing oak doors just after I closed them behind me.

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