Blackmailing My Moms Part 1
By Charlie Flemming
Copyright 2021 Charlie Flemming
Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Dearest Mary Davidson,
You and your wife killed your husband. Then your sister helped you cover it up. We both know this to be true. With this information, I can bring your whole family down in one police report. You have until nightfall.
I then added an attachment with one piece of incriminating evidence.
I have much more than that.
I sat at my computer and stared at what I wrote for a very long time. I thought about adding a demand of some kind but decided it's better to let it stew for a bit. Then I went downstairs, sat at the kitchen table, and watched Mary as she read a book on the couch in the living room. I wanted to see the look on her face when she got my email.
My name is Daniel, by the way.
I should probably mention that Mary is my mom. She's married to Ivy, my stepmom. And I also want to mention that my dad, that guy mom poisoned years ago, totally deserved to get killed by his own wife. He was evil. I mean, I guess I am too, but I was 20 and still a virgin, so I might have been so frustrated I was willing to go to crazy lengths to get some, especially from my mom...
Let me explain that Mom was smoking hot and Ivy was on par with her. Both had large DD, angelic faces, perfect asses, and they were both pretty fit thanks to our gym in the basement, but because of this they're legs were very toned and sexy, not to mention the rest of their bodies. The biggest difference was Mom's hair was straight and black while Ivy's was red and wavy.
Anyway, I got some food and ate slowly while I watched Mom. Eventually, there was a chime on her phone. She glanced at it and her eyes got wide. She ran out of the room and I wondered what was going on upstairs.
I couldn't bring any suspicions on me at all if I wanted any of my plans to succeed so if she had responded to me I wouldn't know until later when I could safely check my computer or phone. But I knew that Mom had contacted Ivy because she came through the door less than ten minutes later from work. I don't think Mom told her though that someone was blackmailing her, they're relationship had been very strained for many years up to that point.
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I knew I was taking a risk but I went on a walk around our block to check my email. "I'll do as you ask." Is all it said. That was enough. I put the phone away, I knew that I could still stop everything before it even started. I just didn't have to do anything else. But this kind of power over my extremely hot MILF Mom, even if she had given birth to me, was too good to pass up. Damn the consequences I thought as I pulled out my phone and ordered a package addressed to Mom. I knew she'd be more likely to do as I asked than Ivy, which is why I started blackmailing her first.
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Let me explain a few things. Hi, I'm Daniel, and I live with my mother, stepmother, and an older and younger sister in the middle of suburbia. It's decent enough, our neighbors mostly keep to themselves and our walls seem to be soundproof, though only from the outside inward and vice versa, the walls were paper-thin inside the house though.
Anyway, other than when my dad was alive, I didn't have a horrible upbringing or anything. Ivy was always Mom's best friend so I've known her my whole life. I guess they were more than friends actually but I didn't know anything until after Dad died and Mom and Ivy got married within a year from that. I guess I should have been suspicious right away but I was always very forgiving with my mother, even when she didn't deserve it. Finding out what I did, finding Mom and Ivy's little locker of evidence they buried out in the woods, why they kept that stuff I didn't know, but it changed my world.
Mom poisoned Dad, and it was because he was a psychopath. He was highly abusive to all of us. But he kept everything hidden from the rest of the world so it was almost impossible to speak to anyone about it. It was planned and executed by Mom and Ivy, and then they got my Aunt April, who is a cop but not a detective or anything, but her influence helped kept my dad from being autopsied and keeping the actual detectives from finding the obvious poison in his bloodstream. April was super hot as well, with large tits, which ran in the family, blonde hair, and a fit body. After all, she kept in shape because she was a police officer. I wanted to blackmail her too, but because she was a cop I was more worried about what she could or would do to catch me.
I have three other aunts, two of which were Mom's sisters, Nina and Olivia, and the other was Yuki, an Asian psychiatrist who was married to Olivia. Olivia was also a psychologist but doesn't have an M.D. like her wife. That's how they met though, studying psychology in college. I didn't see either Aunt Yuki or Aunt Olivia much as they lived on the other side of the city, while Aunt Nina was over there at least once a week. She and Mom were best friends as they were both very conservative. Olivia was super Christian too, and Mom wasn't really. They were both very sexually repressed actually. Even though Mom was married to another woman, I don't think they had sex that much. I'm not entirely sure why, two of the hottest women I knew, I mean, I would never take my hands off them, but I'm a 20-year-old virgin man, I'd fuck any woman at that point. But why settle when you can have the best?
Anyway, I also have an 18-year old sister who was still in high school, Lana, who had red hair like me and our stepmom, even though we weren't directly related it did confuse a lot of people but red hair was just common in my mom's family and I guess she also had a thing for redheads... She was mostly ditsy and innocent, at least that's how I saw her. My older sister, Juliet, was 21 and had black hair like mom. Aunt Olivia also had a daughter, Violet, who was now 18 like my younger sister, before she was divorced and was now single but didn't have any other kids.
Aunt April had three daughters, Sasha, who she had with a man before her current husband, and Sasha was of mixed race, half-African American and half-caucasian, and still completely my cousin. Her other daughters were Rita and Fiona. Rita has blonde hair like her mother and Fiona had red hair. Sasha was 20, like me, Rita was 19, and Fiona was 18. I didn't see them much either at that point. I think after April covered up my dad's murder, it put a damper on their relationship.
Anyway, a few days later my package came to a P.O. box I opened so that nothing suspicious came to the house. It was a webcam but I needed to make some modifications to it. When I was done with those, I sent it through the mail, addressed to Mom.
A couple of days later it came. My plan was about to begin.
Day 1 Sunday, March 27
I took out my burner phone and texted Mom. I was away from the house but I had seen the package on the porch when I left.
I had to think of a code name on the spot. I just picked the first name that popped into my head.
Bruce: I'm the one who emailed you. Call me Bruce. There's a package on your porch I want you to get.
Mom didn't answer for a bit. I wondered what was going through her head. Unfortunately, at that point, all I could do was wonder.
Finally, she answered.
Mary: it's a hidden camera?
I smiled. She didn't question me. She already knew I was the man blackmailing her.
Bruce: Don't think you can do anything to it. You can't trace its signal back to me and if you destroy it, I'll release the evidence I have to the police.
It was a few minutes before Mom answered again. She was probably going over what I was saying to her in her mind.
Mary: What do you want me to do with it?
Bruce: Place it somewhere in your house where it won't be found. And don't block the camera or face it toward a wall or anything like that. I want to see the full room wherever you place it. Somewhere you and your family go regularly. Once you set it up, turn it on.
I wanted to be very clear about what I wanted so Mom couldn't do something stupid like just put it in the garage where anyone rarely went outside to get in and out of the car.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed and I saw the camera was on now. I scowled, she had set it up in my bedroom so I could see my bed in the corner, my desk and computer, my television and chair, all around my room. She had put it on top of my bookcase, which was hard to reach. Mom's face was in the shot at first but she got down from the stepladder she brought in and left. This pissed me off a lot. I mean, not like I'd get much from watching my own room...
Mom was going to have to be punished.
Bruce: What room is this? Doesn't look that interesting.
Not like I could get angry right away without inadvertently revealing something about myself. I couldn't have that.
Mary: It's my son's room. You didn't specify where I had to put it.
Bruce: I won't make that mistake again. You know this would displease me.
Mary: But I did what you asked...
Bruce: But you didn't behave. I was going to let you off easy after that but now...well. You brought this on yourself.
I had to think of something to make her do. Part of me started thinking really pervy thoughts, but I also didn't want to push Mom too hard too fast. True, I had a lot of power over her, but my mom was so sexually conservative that pushing her straight into something might literally drive her insane. I thought of something though.
Bruce: Since it's your son's room when he gets home, I want you to take him to where I can see both of you and make him get naked in front of you.
Almost immediately Mom replied.
Mary: How do you know my son isn't home?
Shit,
I thought,
now she'll be suspicious of me.
I thought of something for now but knew I had to do something later so she wouldn't suspect me in the future.
Bruce: because you felt safe enough to hide a camera in his room. If I had to guess, I'd say you are completely alone in that house right now.
Ivy had a job in an office. Even though it was Sunday she was probably there. My sisters were probably out at the mall, but I wasn't sure what they did in their free time.
