This series of stories tells a tail of how Paris, a mid/late 30's woman takes control and her revenge on the family of her lover. All the characters in this story are over 18.
The stories contain themes of coercion, blackmail, incest, bondage, rape, violence. If you are not into any of these themes than please move on. If you are then I hope that you enjoy the stories.
As always, I would appreciate your feedback and, hopefully high ratings.
Oliver's Fantasy
Paris had heard all about Oliver's mother, Susan, from Tim. She is a 'good catholic girl' that as soon as she had got both her children lost all interest in sex. Instead, she focused on becoming a pillar of the church and the local community. She had seen pictures of Susan online; she was not unattractive but very frumpy although similar in stature to Paris herself.
Paris smiled, she had her 'rape' video to use to control Oliver, but she could sense an opportunity to do better than that and possibly control Susan as well.
She texted Oliver back. I will do as you have asked but I will need some help from you. Firstly, I will need you to collect a wardrobe for me. I will need your mother's knickers and tights and one of her dresses. Secondly, I think we should do it in your mother's bedroom on her marital bed. Can you find a time when the house will be empty and I will come, dress up and pretend to be your mother while you fuck me.
Oliver read the message, and his cock nearly burst out of his trousers. He texted his father instructing him to make sure that he took Susan and his sister Lucinda out all afternoon on Saturday as he had plans for Paris, ending with the threat of showing his mother the video if he didn't comply.
Reluctantly Tim agreed but texted Paris that he had heard from his son that he was planning to use her on Saturday and that he was worried.
Paris replied, don't worry Tim, I have a plan and, if it works, you will be free of both Susan and Oliver.
Tim replied, God I hope so! Xx
Saturday arrived and Paris got a text from Oliver saying that the family had gone out and the coast was clear, so she headed off to their mansion with grim determination.
She already knew that Oliver had a good cock and was surprisingly good at oral sex and so she felt sure that, not only would she get some orgasms, but, if all went well, another substantial step in her plan for revenge.
Oliver opened the door before she had even pressed the bell, he was eager, and his trousers were already tented. He grabbed at her, but she slapped his hand away.
"Oliver, if you want this role play, we will do this properly. Where are the clothes?"
"They are on her bed in her bedroom," he replied.
"Ok, take me there and then I will need half an hour to get ready. You go downstairs and try not to wank. I will text you when I am ready."
Reluctantly, Oliver left the room and Paris shut the door.
The bedroom suited Susan, it was a large room, beige coloured carpet and bedcover. There were two dark wood bedside tables with lamps on with beige lampshades. Either side of the bed was a window. In one corner was a small stripy armchair with what were clearly Susan's slippers under it.
Quickly, Paris set up the three small webcams she had brought with her, making sure they covered the bedroom completely.
Once the Cameras were in place she quickly stripped off, not hard as because she knew she would be changing, she had only worn a dress and a pair of shoes.
She looked at the clothing on the bed, a pair of beige 'granny pants', an industrial bra, designed to hide rather than enhance tits, it was 36 'B' cup, so Paris was going to have to really squeeze her 'D' cup tits into it, a task she eventually achieved but it did hurt.
She pulled the granny pants up her gorgeous legs and smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, never in 100 years did she ever think she would be wearing undies like this.
The thought of fucking Susan's son on Susan's bed was starting to turn her on and, as she slipped the thick tights up over her legs and abdomen, she felt her cunt start to moisten.
The only item left was the dress, it was designer but 'granny style', high necked and, once she had put it on the hem came to well below her knees. Once again, she looked in the mirror and wondered why any woman would want to look like this.
She went to the dressing table to take off her make up and replace it with a far more reserved version that was completely sexless.
She picked up the perfume spray and laughed out loud, did anyone in the world, other than Susan, still wear Joy? She sprayed the perfume on her pressure points, in her cleavage and up her dress.
