Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"Hey, try to fit more into your mouth, slut. I wanna hear you gag." a deep voice commands.
I try to respond with a "Yes sir!", but the thick cock in my mouth prevents me from clearly saying anything.
I push my head down further, feeling the man's monster of a cock slide down my throat until I can't go any further, making me gag, just as he wanted.
"Fuck, that's better. I was just about to get Lexi here to take you with her to college so you can learn to suck cock as good as she does." his gruff voice lets out in between his moans.
I hear moans of pleasure, both from him and another woman, so I glance up.
There I see a woman getting fingered by this man, gripping onto his strong forearm as he makes her body quiver with just two fingers.
That woman just happens to be my daughter, Lexi.
21 years old, and currently studying Psychology in college. She's a beautiful woman, with a tan, fit figure from having hobbies that include cardio and swimming. She has brown hair that ends at the top of her shoulders. She got her bustiness from me, just slightly smaller than my 36DD that I'm so proud of. Coincidentally, her love of swimming earned her a full ride to the college she is currently attending, with her making records for the school on the swim team. Not only that, but she's consistently been on the Dean's List as well.
The woman with her lips wrapped around this man's cock would be me, Heather. I am 45 years old, with long black hair and more fair skin compared to my daughter. While I still have maintained a good figure over the years, I simply don't have as much time to take care of myself compared to my daughter, so I have obtained some softness to my body, which I am told is a positive, especially since I have a nice, full ass. I am the same height as my daughter, the two of us standing at 5'3". I am a successful, married woman, working as a nurse in the ER at our local hospital.
With my daughter and I both being upstanding and accomplished women, it's embarrassing to admit who this man is.
He is my son's bully. His name is Brett, and he's 18 years old, and a senior in high school, and works part time as a janitor at a supermarket. He's 6'1", has an amazing body with strong arms and broad shoulders, a deep, sexy voice, and dark eyes that can penetrate you with just a glance. Not to mention, a cock that both my daughter and I have agreed on being the biggest we've ever seen, let alone felt inside of us.
How did this man, someone who's not even in college yet, get the two of us to be servicing him like this? In all honesty, it'll probably make sense if I just start from the beginning...
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It was like any other Fall day. Summer was leaving us and the cool, crisp air slowly coming in was welcome after day after day of the hot and humid weather that comes with summer. It was a Friday, a day that my daughter had no classes on, so she was coming down to visit us for a three day weekend. I had the day off, while my husband, Dale, was at work and my son, Mikey, was at school still.
Since today was a cooler day, I was wearing a light, flowy, floral top with a pair of dark jeans that hugged my body nicely. I was just cleaning up around the house and working out an idea on what to make for dinner. As I was taking some meat out to thaw, there was a knock on the door.
At first, I thought it was a package I ordered, but due to it only being around 9:30, I dismissed this idea. I assumed it was a neighbor coming to bother me, so I sighed and made my way over to the door and opened it.
To my surprise, it was someone I've never seen before.
His large frame towered over me, and the first thing I noticed was that he was a handsome young man.
A new neighbor? No, too young. Plus, with my luck, good looking men never move in here.
Perhaps the nephew of a neighbor? That also made no sense, as they wouldn't be over at this time on a school day.
Instead of going through all possibilities in my head as if I were in a mystery novel, I asked like a normal person.
"Oh, hello! Is everything alright?" I ask him, putting on a friendly smile.
The man flashes a winning smile back at me.
"Yes, I'm your son's... classmate." he says, his deep voice surprising me. I never expected someone still in high school to have such a... nice voice.
"There's something concerning him I thought you might want to know about." he tells me.
"Is it something serious?" I ask, concerned.
He pulls out his phone and begins tapping and scrolling through it, a small smirk forming on his face.
"I think you really just need to see it..." he says, focused on his phone. "Here it is!" he says, stepping right next to me so that I can see his phone's screen.
As he steps next to me, I instantly notice how nice he smells, which is odd, as scent is something never really pay any attention to unless it's disgusting.
He taps on the play button on the video, and the sound of a lots of different people talking all at once starts up.
The video is blurry, but soon focuses on a table of boys. As it gets less and less blurry, I can make out who is the main focus of the recording.
It's Mikey.
He's sitting with his friends at a lunch table, all laughing and joking around. Seems innocent enough.
"Uh... did you want to show me my son having fun?" I ask, confused as to why he's here.
"Just keep watching." he says.
I notice that a smirk keeps forming on his face, but he keeps trying to hide it for some reason.
And then, I start to realize the point of the video.
The jokes they're telling start to get more and more... inappropriate.
I watch the video in shock as I hear Mikey, someone who I rarely even hear curse, drop multiple slurs. Some were racial, some were against some of the students at his school that have learning disabilities.
I get filled with a seething rage at this, but also shame and confusion. How could my son talk like this? I raised him better than that, but there he is in the video, audibly saying things that no one should ever say.
"I am SO sorry. Really, I can't even believe that Mikey would talk like that! I swear I raised him better than that!" I say, still exasperated.
"Oh, don't worry ma'am. I believe you 100%." he calmly tells me. "I'm sure his friends are just a bad influence on him." he says.
I feel slightly reassured by him saying this, oddly enough.
"But," he starts.
That feeling quickly disappears.
"He did still say it. And I still have the video." he reminds me.
A devilish smile begins to form on his face.
I feel a mix of emotions swelling in me that I can't even begin to describe, and I try to gulp down the anxiety I'm feeling.
"S-so... What will it take to get you to delete it?" I ask, my voice breaking at the beginning.
I wish I could say I was in a position of power here. I really do. But... My son's future is on the line, so I have to just do as he says. I just only hope that he doesn't ask for anything-
"Take off your shirt." he plainly commands.
-outrageous.
Fuck.
"What?!" I ask, not even wanting to believe my own ears.
"You heard me." he says without missing a beat. "Your shirt. Take it off."
Even after a second time, I just can't believe how forward he was with it. He said it as if there was nothing wrong with what he said!
"Listen... Are you sure there isn't some other way we can work this out? I mean, I don't mind giving you money instead!" I try to bargain with him.
"Nope. I don't want money. But, I do want to see Mikey's mom is hiding under that top of hers" he tells me.
"I... This is wrong!" I cry out.
"So is what Mikey said. But I guess we can let the world be the judge of that once I post his video online, right?" he cockily shoots back at me.
My mind is running a thousand miles a second, and I still can't even get my wits about me. On one hand, he just wants to see my shirt off, which means I can keep my bra on... But I really don't want to show him that! If I don't, though, then my son won't be able to get into any of the colleges he applies for...
I have to do this.
I have to do this for my son.
Besides, he won't ever know, so what's the harm in it?
"Fine. But just for a second." I angrily comply.
"That's more like it." he says, crossing his arms.
I reach down the bottom of my shirt, and lift it up, showing him my bare stomach and bra.
"Now, you have a bangin' body, but I want the shirt off completely." he says, too busy gawking at my body to look me in the eyes.