When my alarm finally rang the next morning I was still angry. My eyes opened and my mind immediately raced back to Tina and what was happening to her. I hated the blackmailer and I hated myself. My hand reached over to grab my phone and check my messages. I didn't know if I would have any, if I was still being blackmailed or if I was yesterday's news, but I had to check regardless.
Message: I WILL DO WHATEVER I WANT BITCH
Message: NOW DO AS YOU'RE TOLD
Message: WEAR A SKIRT ABOVE YOUR KNEES
Message: OPEN THE BOX OPEN PACKAGE ONE
Message: INSERT AND ENJOY YOUR DAY SLUT
My head fell back on the pillow. "FUCK" I said out loud. Up I got, showered and dried off, picking my clothes for the day. Regular panties, a black skirt that ended about 4 inches above my knees, shorter then I had to wear, a black bra and a black button up shirt that I tucked into my skirt. I finished my outfit with a pair of wedges and walked over to my dresser where the box sat unopened. My eyes looked down at it and I took a deep breath. I looked at my phone and checked the messages. "Open the box and open package one", what did that mean? I grabbed my keys from the dresser top and used one to cut open the tape on top of the box. I opened the flaps and inside were brown envelopes with hand written numbers on them in black marker. Suddenly things just felt closer, more real, and more scary. Before everything was from a distance, e-mail, webcam, text message, but now there was a box at my house, they knew where my house was. I could feel my hands shaking a little as I grabbed the first envelope from the box labelled "1".
I held it in my hands and took a deep breath. I felt the sides of the envelope before opening, trying to guess what it could be. It was roundish, and hard, but I had no idea what it could be. I held each side of the top of the envelope and started to tear it open. In one quick rip the top came free and I dropped it on the ground. My other hand turned the envelope upside down on my bed and out fell a pink oval-ish shaped device with a little almost antenna coming out of it. My eyebrow raised as I was more than confused at what it was. I checked my messages again. "Insert and enjoy your day slut," was all it said. But insert where?
I thought about it for a second before it hit me. I was supposed to insert it inside me. I felt stupid for not realizing it earlier. My eyes looked down at the pink object sitting on my bed again. I grabbed it gently, not sure how it worked, or what it did, put a leg up on the bed and pulled my panties to the side exposing my pussy. Then I slowly pushed the pink object into my hole so that it sat inside deep enough not to fall out, and the antenna thing hanging just outside. I pulled my panties back on top of it and put my leg down, straightened my skirt and did a slow walk around my room, getting used to the feeling of the thing inside me. I was surprised by how it actually felt pretty good, having something in my cunt just teasing me the whole time. I hated myself for feeling that way.
With myself ready to go I went downstairs to make breakfast as usual. Emma arrived in oversized sweatpants rolled down and a tank top showing off her stomach. Sam apparently was still shy about wearing anything new to school and was in his regular jeans and t-shirt. I smiled at him when he came down knowingly. We ate and got in the car and started our regular journey. As I sat there focused on the road I suddenly felt a faint vibration run through my body. I felt myself jump a little in my seat. Emma turned to me.
"Mom... are you OK?"
My face turned red I was sure, I was embarrassed, but I tried to maintain my composure. "Ya, I'm good... just got goosebumps for a second," I lied and smiled while turning to Emma.
The vibration was emanating from my pussy, I could feel it slowly making my cunt move. I knew it was the device I put in there just a little while ago, but I had no idea how it was working. I could feel my hole start to get wet as the gentle vibration continued. Suddenly it stopped. I let out a sigh both out of relief and frustration. I could tell that my pussy was soaking wet without even touching it. I tried to look ahead and not draw any attention to me. As soon as I got to school I would have time to think, to figure this out, right now my brain didn't have a chance to even think about what was happening. The good thing was that Emma and Sam were still obsessed with their phones so they weren't noticing my obvious awkwardness.
Once we arrived at the school Emma and Sam got out and we said our goodbyes. I stayed in the car for a second pretending to look for something. As soon as they were out of sight I leaned against the door and took a deep breath. "OK," I thought to myself, "I can do this." Yes, there was a vibrator in my pussy, yes I was at school, but I could handle it, it was hidden, I just needed to control myself. Another deep breath and I started walking into the school.
As I was walking I felt a vibration again, I was startled, except this time it was from my phone, not my cunt. I pulled it out and checked the message.
Message: HAVE A FUN RIDE TO SCHOOL?
Message: REMEMBER TO CHECK YOUR MESSAGES TODAY JUST INCASE
Message: HAVE FUN
Fucker. I put my phone away and walked into the school. On the way to my class I had to walk past the office. I looked inside and saw Tina facing the other direction. I could see she was wearing a blouse and a tight mid thigh black skirt. I had a feeling that she had taken my advice about doing what she was told and to see what happened. I felt sick again.
I thought about telling her it was my fault. I thought about telling her that I was being blackmailed too. I thought about every different option and I still wasn't sure what to do. But right now I had to get to class so I tried to focus on that.
I arrived a couple of minutes late and most of the students were already seated. Just after I walked in Emma showed up and took a seat at the front as that was all that was left. We smiled at each other as we passed, trying to keep a teacher/student image going, not a mom/daughter one. I started the class as I usually would, explaining the items for the day and what would need to be read. As the students in front me started their work I felt it again, the vibration deep within my pussy. I immediately moved in my seat, it was instinctive, but also hopefully not noticeable. I let the vibration slowly work its way through my body. I felt like I was feeling a light wave roam around and hit me in all the right places. My pussy was getting wet.
A few moments later the vibration increased again and I had to hold in a moan. My eyes looked around to see if anyone noticed anything but so far everyone's head was down. I pulled my chair in closer to my desk, trying to act normal. I opened some papers and began to look at them, pen in hand, but my mind was somewhere else. The vibration increased again. My legs were starting to shake. My right hand dropped down between my legs and I began to rub my cunt over my panties. I couldn't stop myself, the vibrator was pushing me to my brink. I lifted my head to look at the class again and to my shock Emma was looking at me, concern on her face. She could tell something was wrong. "I'm fine," I mouthed to her silently and she gave me an uncertain look. My hand was rubbing my clit harder and harder as the vibration was driving me so close to cumming, so close to erupting in the middle of class. I tried to fight the urge to cum, I knew I would get caught if I did it right then, someone would know. Just when I thought I couldn't hold out any longer the vibration stopped.
"Ugh!" I let out and the students looked up at me, all of them, confused, my face went red... "I uhhh... pen died..." I said unsure. Most of the students went back to their work but Emma looked at me again, her eyes penetrating mine. I could see them look over at my right arm, and the fact that it was under my desk. Emma knew that I was right handed. At that moment I thought that she knew what I had been doing. I immediately tried to convince myself that she didn't, but the look on her face told me that was a lie. I felt ashamed.