Erin returned after a late night with the team. After traveling 2 hours on the team bus with unruly basketball players, she was ready for a shower and bed. She came in the back door and turned on her kitchen light. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, she saw the note on the counter.
"DOWNSTAIRS IN THE GAMEROOM," it read in neatly printed capital letters. She frowned. The note didn't look like her son Ben's chicken scratch. Her heart raced as she thought of the possibility it was Ben's friend Kyle surprising her. Or better, the brooding, sensitive Mark. She quickly shook her head, reminding herself of her vow to never do anything so stupid again.
It was 2 weeks ago that she had helped Kyle ejaculate in her bedroom; and only 3 nights ago, Ben's other friend Mark had gone down on her in the guest room. Since that time, she couldn't stop thinking about sex, sometimes fantasizing about Mark, other times about Kyle. She had even fantasized about both boys taking her at the same time. She flushed at the thought. All three boys were probably all downstairs, deciding to stay at her house rather than with Mark's parents like they had planned. Despite her silent admonishment, she found herself stopping in the hallway in front of the mirror to tousle her hair and check her makeup. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and went down the stairs, her black heels clicking with each step.
She peeked around the corner and froze at what she saw. On the 52 inch screen she saw herself -- writhing in pleasure, her mouth forming a perfect "o" in a silent orgasm. She gasped and stepped forward without thinking, and the bottom half of the screen came into view. Mark was licking her slit as he slid two fingers rapidly in and out of her pussy, drenched from the job they were doing. She found herself speechless, somewhere between protest and a rapidly growing arousal. Then she saw him. He was sitting in a large black leather chair, his boxers around his ankles and his cock gripped in his hand. He did not looked startled to see her, and his smug look quickly turned Erin's arousal to worry.
"Kyle, what are you?" she began, looking from his cock to his eyes. She glared at him. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded.
"You tell me, Mrs. Bauer," he said innocently. "I mean, that is you on the tape. And with a 17 year old!" he said in mock disdain. "What would people think?"
She stood with her mouth gaping open. "Have a seat, Erin," he said, motioning to the chair. His cock continued to stand at full attention, and Erin did her best not to notice. "I said sit down," he said, more firmly this time.
"Where did you get this?" she said softly as she made her way to the other large leather chair.
"Well, it seems our friend Mark likes to tape his conquests," Kyle said matter-of-factly. "It was on his laptop. Luckily I got it before anyone else could see it," he lied. In fact, there were video cameras throughout her home, and idea that her son, Kyle and Mark had cooked up for a money-making scheme. The voyeuristic website was a huge success, and the fringe benefits were proving to be priceless.
Erin collapsed into the chair, feeling dejected and humiliated. She held back tears. "I'm so sorry," she said quietly.
He walked toward her, "If this ever got out..." He didn't finish the sentence. Erin continued to look at the floor, the only light from the screen, which she dare not look at. She felt him near her, and he caressed her cheek. She looked up, his cock inches from her shoulder.
"It can't," she sobbed, pulling away from him. His caress turned much stronger, holding her head forward.
"Look at me," he commanded. She looked up, damning herself for feeling arousal at the strong command. "That's better," he said, stroking her cheek. "Now," he began, sitting next to her on the large leather chair. She scooted away, but he held her by her shoulders. He slid his hands down to her slim waist, and before she could protest, pushed her forward. He brought her back down on his lap, her back to him.
"What are you," she protested as she squirmed. He moaned approval, holding her waist tightly. "Please, Kyle, no," she pleaded.
"Shhh," he hissed in her ear, holding her tightly. "We're just going to watch and see how much damage this little video might have done. And you're going to sit right here with me," he breathed. She shivered against him. He loved the feeling of power over her, but it was nothing compared to what she would be doing later.
"No," she said firmly, pulling away. "What are you thinking?"
"I am thinking that if this tape got out, you could lose your job and everything else you care about. Plus, poor Ben," he said, clicking his tongue. "I am thinking that you would want to do anything to keep that from happening, right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "And that you would want to keep that tape from being seen. Am I wrong?" he asked, pausing. "I asked if I was wrong!" he demanded more forcefully. "Because if you want, we can stop the tape now, and I can have the whole school watching it by Monday, the college by Wednesday...do I need to go on?"
At this point Erin was beyond the point of controlling her tears. She sobbed lightly, shaking slightly when she inhaled. "No, you wouldn't want that. So I am offering you a way out. Don't cry," he said, "You should be glad I am the one who found it. There are men who would demand money, men who would want control of your body," he growled. "But, Erin, I only want you to be happy. I want to pleasure you, just like you did for me, "he said, brushing the hair from her face. "And all I expect in return," he said as he wiped a tear from her cheek, "is for you to do the same in return." She continued sobbing as he shifted beneath her. "Don't worry, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. And at any point you can call it off. I'll just take my tape and go home," he whispered in her ear. He slid his hands under her firm, round ass, lifting her and sliding her gray skirt up. She gasped through the sobs as he rand his hands up her thighs, pausing on the black lace garters holding up her black stockings.
"Naughty girl," he growled. "What were you planning tonight?" he asked, tracing her garters. Her head lolled back and he kissed her fiercely before saying, "I asked you a question. Who were you planning on seducing tonight?"
"No one," she said, finally controlling her sobs.
"Liar," he said playfully. "Did the basketball team gang-fuck you to celebrate their win? Or did you let the coaching staff fuck you as you sucked all of their cocks?" Erin shook her head, appalled. "Oh, so you were waiting til you got home to fuck your little toys."
Erin was aghast, then remembered when he had caught her playing with her vibrator on her bed. She had wanted his cock so badly that night, but it was wrong for a mother to seduce her son's best friend. As though reading her thoughts, Kyle said, "Ah, so you wore these for me?" His hands were now above the stockings, stroking her thighs. "My beautiful little whore," he breathed. "Who would know you were such a slut?"
She protested, but he shushed her again. His cock was now pressing into her back through the bunched material of her skirt caught up around her waist. She was glad he wouldn't feel the wetness between her legs. At least not yet. "It's time for the show," he growled as he pressed the remote, pulling her back against him as he reclined back. Her legs were spread on either side of his, and Kyle's arms were resting on her, his hands on her exposed thighs. He looked down at her as the screen adjusted to the grainy picture of the bed. She was so beautiful, her tan legs contrasting against her black lace garters and stockings. He wouldn't hurt her, he thought to himself as he felt her struggle to stay calm. But he would own her.
"Look at you. You like it when a man takes charge, don't you?" Erin stared at the screen, obvious lust on her face as Mark threw her onto the bed. It was so surreal, watching herself on screen, telling this young man what to do and enjoying every touch.
"I could learn a few things from Mark. Maybe you could teach me," Kyle said as his hands found their way to her panties. "Mmmmm, look at how wet you are," he chided. "You love watching this boy eat you out?"
"No," she said quickly.
"Ah, so it's something else," he said quietly as he stroked the wet material. He could feel her heat and his cock jumped.
Erin struggled to keep her wits about her. "I didn't know he wasn't 18 yet," she protested.
"That doesn't really matter," Kyle said absentmindedly. In fact, Mark was 18 the very day he tongue fucked her upstairs. But Kyle decided that small lie was worthwhile, as long as Erin gave him hat he wanted. "He's so attentive," Kyle praised his friend as he began rubbing Erin's slit through her panties. Her wetness was getting more and more obvious. "But he is such a child," he concluded as he thrust her panties aside and slid a finger deep into her hole.
She rose in protest and he used his free arm to pull her back against him. "Ready to go public?" he asked, sliding his finger up and down her wet slit before plunging once more into her fuck-hole.
She struggled slightly and moaned. "We can call it off," he said. "But I know you want this, so why pretend?' he hummed, sliding his finger in and out a few times before rubbing up and down her slit once more. "So wet," he said absentmindedly. He began fondling her clit, rubbing around the small nub as, on screen, his friend did the same. He released his hold on her and began finger fucking her with his other hand. He was unable to get a good angle due to their positioning, sliding only to the middle knuckle. However, Erin didn't seem to notice, and soon began rocking in rhythm to his ministrations.
"You like that, don't you?" Kyle asked, slipping his fingers in and out. She moaned. "I said don't you?" he demanded. She stopped rocking. "Answer me," he said menacingly, never stopping his rhythm.
"Yes," she answered startled.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I like it," she said slowly.
"Like what," Kyle asked as he watched the screen
"I like it when you touch me there," she said timidly.
"That's a good girl," he cooed. "But what I don't understand is why he doesn't just stop playing around and fuck your brains out. I mean, obviously that's what you want. A nice big cock in your pussy," he said.
"No," she answered adamantly.
"You didn't want his cock?" Kyle asked dubiously. "Well, it's probably a good thing,' he said mischievously. "Here's my favorite part," he said, turning his eyes from her to watch Mark's spunk shoot into the air after Erin had licked him once or twice. "He would have spewed all over you if you let him fuck your tight pussy," Kyle said matter-of-factly. "But what about now?" Kyle asked, turning so that his mouth was against her ear. He rubbed her clit more quickly now. "Do you want my cock, Mrs. Bauer?"
She stirred at the use of her formal name. It made her feel like a dirty old woman. "No," she said.
"Liar," he said softly. "Because I feel your hot pussy." He slid his fingers in for emphasis. "It's begging for cock."
"No," she whined.
