Over the next few days I made every excuse possible to get out of the house to go to Rick's place. I just had to have his cock in me. It was just so wonderful. After one of our fuck sessions, I showed him the photo.
"What's this?"
It was a picture of a good looking woman in her late forties going down on a man around the same age.
"That, my dear Rick, is my mom. "
Rick's eye's popped open.
"What? And is that your dad?"
I smiled.
"No, it certainly is not. That's Lenny, my dad's business partner. "
"But... how did you get this photo?"
"I told you my mom was bigoted, not frigid. I've known she's been having an affair with Lenny for a long time. I came home early from school a year or so ago and saw them at it through the open door of the spare room. They didn't see me. It was a Wednesday, and I worked out he came over every Wednesday afternoon. Well, yesterday was Wednesday. "
Rick smiled.
"And you took this photo?"
"With my trusty digital camera. Printed out nicely, don't you think. "
Rick looked at the photo closely.
"She's got a hot body, your mom. "
I had to admit he was right. Mom was 48, but she kept in great shape. But she was tiny, barely five feet tall. I was a head taller, so I obviously took after my dad's side of the family.
Now Rick looked at me suspiciously.
"So why are you showing me this?"
"Ah, now we're getting down to the nitty gritty. We're going to use it to persuade my mother to fuck you. "
"I don't like the sound of that. It's like... well, blackmail. It's the same as rape. "
I was sure that's what Rick would say, so I had to use all my powers of persuasion.
"No, no it's not. If she resists at all, well, you don't have to do it. I just want you to knock on the front door and give her the photo. There'll be a message on it that says something like 'do whatever this man says or this photo will be sent to your husband. ' That's all. "
"That still sounds like blackmail. "
"It's only blackmail if she resists. And if you do this for me... well, I'll do something special for you – whatever you want. "
Rick went quiet for a moment. I could see he didn't like the idea, but the carrot I was dangling in front of him had got him interested. "
"Would you let me do that thing you don't want to do?"
Oh-oh. Now I was in trouble. I knew right away what Rick was saying. He wanted to fuck my ass.
"Anything but that. I don't do anal, you know that. And with a cock like yours, I'd get split in half. "
He looked grumpy.
"Well, then it's no deal. "
And that was the end of the conversation. For the moment. We lay on different sides of the bed, not talking. I was angry because I really wanted him to fuck my mom – I just knew if he did, he would win her over. But I also knew that he was dying to be the first boy to fuck my ass. Then I made my decision.
"Okay. You deliver the photo and the note and see where it leads, and I'll let you try to fuck my ass. But remember, I said try. If it hurts too much, then you have to stop. "
"Of course baby, I wouldn't want to hurt you. "
We smiled at each other. We hugged. And yes, we fucked again. Like for the third time that afternoon.
The next day my plan went into action. I normally have a class at 2. 00 in the afternoon. Today I was going to skip it. I walked down the stairs at 1. 30 and called out a quick 'goodbye' to my mom, who was in the kitchen, then opened and closed the door – only I didn't go outside. Instead, I hid behind the curtains in the lounge room with my digital camera. A moment later, right on schedule, there was a knock at the door.
My mom walked out of the kitchen, down the hall and up to the front door. When she opened it, she was confronted by a black man who towered over her. The top of my mom's head barely reached Rick's chest. Mom seemed calm and cool; I expected her to be a little rattled just to be in touching distance with a black man.
"Can I help you, young man?"
Rick glanced around, then handed my mother an envelope.
"Delivery. "
My mom took the envelope and went to close the door. Rick stuck out a hand.
"Sorry ma'am, but I'm supposed to wait for a reply. "
My mom looked surprised. She opened the envelope and looked at the photo. She didn't react at all. I'd almost expected her to faint. Instead, she smiled, and looked up at Rick oddly. She then read the note, which said, "Do whatever this man says. "
She looked Rick up and down with quizzical eyes.
"Is this a joke? Did Lenny send you. "
Then, to my utter shock, she added.
"Have you come from my husband?"