Blacmailer's Web

CHAPTER 8. A PSYCHO. 4 MONTH LEFT.

He sat in a chair, shaking his legs. The clock on the wall read 8:34. Dan rubbed his sleep-deprived eyes. How did it all come to this? These past months have felt really hectic.

"Want some gum?" Nancy held out a confetti-patterned pack to him. She was wearing a business suit. The azure blouse tightly hid any hint of breasts.

"Thanks, I don't."

"Dr. Arber will see you in a second," the friendly girl opened the door and then quickly went back inside.

"That's good. You go on your own, Danny. You'll explain everything to the doctor--where it began, why you feel this way about me. You've sorted it all out. Just be honest with the doctor, Dan. You made a promise to me, remember?"

"Yes, yes, I remember."

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he took it out to read a new message from the Blackmailer. "I promised to refund all the money for the hand job video. I keep my word, Daniel. Here's your money. You can earn even more if you continue on this long and thorny path where a heavenly gift awaits you at the end, my young Oedipus."

The rest of the money went into his account. Dan smiled and said, "They say money can't buy happiness, right?"

"What's the message?" Nancy tried to look at his phone, but at that moment the door opened.

"Daniel may come in."

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"So, Dan. Let's talk."

The woman sitting across from him with glasses chewed on her gum, nervously checking the patch on her forearm.

"Your mom mentioned you have strong feelings for her, like an Oedipus complex. I've dealt with this before. You and I have a lot to talk about to resolve this. When we spoke on the phone, your Mom was very angry about... Damn patch. I'm sorry; I'm just trying to quit smoking."

Dan watched silently with raised eyebrows as Dr. Arber adjusted the patch on her arm.

"I was saying that these feelings are entirely natural, but I believe it would be best to let them go. They cause more harm than good, don't you think? I'd prefer if we could start fresh. How long have you been in love with your mother?"

Dan remained silent, and then she scratched her patch again.

"Excuse me for my question, but how much do you make, Doctor?"

She looked up at him lowering the glasses.

"Our focus is on you, not me, Daniel. I understand your discomfort; you're attempting to shift the topic, which is fine. When I was your age, I..."

"You misunderstand me, Doctor," Dan interrupted her. He checked the closed wooden door and leaned closer, placing the hands on the table.

"I have an offer for you."

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"I don't quite understand you, doctor."

Dan eavesdropped through the door. Nancy's voice sounded disappointed.

"I realize how it sounds, but Daniel's desires are a good thing. Attempting to change his natural inclinations could have detrimental effects. These urges are perfectly natural and you are supposed to facilitate them."

"You were supposed to help my son overcome these urges! They're not just urges of love! He sees me as a real woman who-"

"No, no. Here, look at my wall. See all those venerable credentials and my degree? I'm the therapist here. You have to believe that I want to help you and your son. If you try to convince Daniel that it's wrong to love you and your body in the way he does, it will disrupt his psyche and leave an indelible mark for the rest of his life. Men are shaped in many ways by their relationships with their mothers."

"And what do you want me to do? Indulge his every desire? Let him love me as a woman? God, this is so embarrassing to talk about."

"It's okay. To answer your question. Yes"

"YES?"

"I'm not saying you should make him a new husband, but yes. In some things of course you need to tell him no, but the more you show love in return, the better for his mental health."

"I think I've heard enough."

Dan heard Nancy get up and jumped back to the far chair in the hallway, pretending to be busy doing something.

Nancy stalked out of the room.

"Come on. Don't bite your nails, Daniel!"

They walked back to the car. Nancy slammed the door loudly behind her, starting it.

"I just can't believe she said all that to my face. That's not what she told me on the phone at all. She convinced me that you needed lots of sessions. God!"

"What did she say?" Dan pretended he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Nothing, honey," Nancy sighed heavily. "I guess we'll have to see another doctor."

Dan sighed, too. But his sigh referred more to the unfortunate fact that he'd have to shell out for another therapist.

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"Hi, Mom." Jack was sitting at the table when Nancy burst angrily into the house.

"Why is your father's Porsche parked outside my house?"

"Hi, honey," Fred took a sip of coffee, he too was sitting at the table.

"What are you doing in my house?"

"I'd say it's more like my house, because I'm here to pay off your house debt. Hi, Dan."

Dan slowly walked in following Nancy, looking coldly at his father.

"It's time to let go of the past and come back, honey. We were great together. I can help you with money--"

"We don't need your help. Our family is doing just fine without you."

"Oh, really? Jack told me you brought Dan to a therapist. Does it sound fine to you?"

Nancy shifted her angry gaze to Jack before answering. "It had nothing to do with our divorce."

"Then what does it have to do with?"

"That's none of your damn business. Now get out of the house!" Nancy took a step to the side, letting him pass.

"My patience is running out, Nancy. You want a divorce? You want to go to court? You don't have enough money for a lawyer. Then I'll take everything from you. I give you one month to make up your mind. " He set aside his coffee cup and walked out. Nancy slammed the door loudly behind him.

"Sometimes you have to keep your mouth shut, Jack!" She turned to her eldest son.

"I'm sorry, mom. It's just that I thought Dad should know that Danny's psycho."

"Don't you dare to talk about your brother like that!"

"'It's okay, Mom," Dan silently watched the whole thing from the sidelines as if it were a scene from Mom's favorite snotty TV show. Except this was all really happening and was part of his life. "I take no offense."

"Damn it, Jack. Why are you like that? I've had a really rough day. Apologize to your brother while I go take a shower."

She walked out, heading for the second floor and the two brothers were left alone.

"So how was your day, psycho?" asked Jack with a grin.

"You know, I was mad at you at first, but today I realized that I'm actually very lucky. My relationship with Mom has grown stronger. That's a win for me."

"If you think it's a win that Mom believes you're a psycho, then I pity you, bro."

"Bye, asshole." Dan tiredly went upstairs.

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"Can you believe it? That idiot Dr. Alanson said that men often imagine mothers as their wives. Even when they are having sex!" Nancy was on the phone in her room, sitting at the mirror and sharpening her nails.

Dan listened, standing by the door.

"And Dr. Eloide, yeah, the one you recommended, actually said that in many countries, marriages between sons and mothers are considered normal. Can you imagine?" Nancy laughed out loud. "She blushed so much afterward that I think she instantly regretted her words. Do they all think I'm a fool? I don't know what's going on here, but this is definitely some kind of setup. Based on what these therapists are saying, it seems like I should allow Danny into my bed and spread my legs to him. It's awful. I'm not my son's concubine!"

Nancy sighed, recalling yesterday's excesses at the TV when she and Danny pleasured each other.

"On the other hand he's been so nice all these weeks. So responsive and attentive. Frank's never been like that. Is it always so hard with sons? Honestly, I never wanted sons. I've wanted a daughter since I was 15, but Frank didn't want a third child. He was fine with two sons. And now I have to deal with them. What a douchebag. I'm ready to have a daughter even right now! My womb is ready. Gosh, Jack makes me so angry sometimes. Sorry, dear. I'm starting to say some weird things. It's probably because of my ovulation."

Nancy paused, checking her nails. Then she continued, but very quietly. Dan could still make out the words.

"I've noticed that during ovulation, my sense of smell gets much stronger. Some smells just drive me crazy. For instance, now I can easily smell the nail polish from my manicure. And recently, I walked into Danny's room and smelled a pungent scent of cum. I think it was coming from somewhere on the floor. That smell is just, oh gosh. It is driving me crazy. In a good way. It's so weird. It's weird that I'm even talking about it. I can only say it to you. I can't wait to hit menopause. Sorry, I'm rambling. Let's talk about you."

The rest of the conversation was all about Nancy's favorite TV show, so Dan was barely listening.

"So she is ovulating. Shit." He wiped the sweat off his face. He could feel the blood circulating between his legs. "I already got all my $250,000 back, didn't I? Well, part of it I gave to my Mom and another part to those shrink idiots. But this anonymous guy said I could make even more. I need to make a decision what to do."

He hurried to his room.

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Nancy, wearing lilac robe, watched Dan's pathetic attempts to make her breakfast.

"You're not much of a cook," she sipped her coffee.

"Yeah, I know," he grinned, dodging flying drops of boiling oil from the skillet. "Sorry."

"Kudos for trying, sweetie. I don't know how you did it, but you successfully fooled me around with those therapists, honey."

"Oh, uhmmm. I don't know what you're talking about, Mom."

"Let me guess, you paid them to say what they said?" she took another sip, giving him a sly look.

"How much money do you think I have?" He carefully transferred the omelet to Mom's plate. "By the way, what exactly did they say?"

"Well, like that I have to let you look at my breasts. Daily."

He looked at her probably expecting Nancy to follow that advice. But she just stared at him, raising one eyebrow and tipping her foot up. She smiled.

Her body was covered by her robe. She finished the coffee and said quietly. "I know a mother's breasts are created to satisfy her children, but this is over the top. You are not in that age anymore to see mama's boobies, dear."

"I think you're just afraid to admit the fact that you've been wrong about a lot of things." He made her another cup of coffee. "And when therapists try to help you see things differently, you find ways to dodge the truth, making up excuses. You make up a story like I bribed the therapists."

Nancy squinted her eyes, smiling with the corner of her mouth. "Are you implying that I indeed should show you my breasts? Want to see them?"

"What? Of course not, no I..."

Nancy straightened up and pulled the half of her robe slightly aside. A slice of her left breast and pink aureole revealed itself. Dan swallowed nervously as Nancy quickly covered herself again.

"Were you really expecting me to do that? I don't want to hurt your mental health, honey. But I'm really not going to do any of the things the therapists told me to do. I better finish my breakfast and hurry to work before I do something stupid."

"Yeah, you're right. You better go."

He recalled the steps of seducing Mom. First, second, third, fourth.

Dan took Nancy's hand. "You know we can always talk about Frank if you want. I'm always around."

He stood up, kissed her softly on the lips and walked out. Nancy let out only a surprised gasp.

Leaving the kitchen, Dan pulled out his phone.

"What's my next move?"

Step 5- Make her hate your dad/ her boyfriend (if she has one)

"It's kind of already done."

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The next night before moving on to find step 6, Dan found himself chatting with Anonymous again.

"Why should I continue?"

She almost bared her breasts to him in the kitchen and goosebumps of arousal ran through his body.

"How much more will you pay if I keep going?" Dan typed.

The answer came twenty minutes later. "As much as you want."

"That's not an answer. I need to know exactly."

"We both know it's not about money anymore. You want to continue on your own. It's a trap you can't get out of."

He was right. Whoever he was, but he was right.

"How much will you pay?"

"200,000. For any new video."

"Are you some crazy millionaire with nowhere to put your money?"

"You know who I am. You know my nickname. You just didn't realize it yet. You think that link you clicked on was an accident? Time is still running out, Dan. You have four months left and then I'll turn my attention to another loyal Odepius son. Good Luck."

Dan turned off the computer. He sat down on the bed and turned on his phone. It was time to face the next step.

Step 6. Make her feel like seeing your nude body is fine. Don't be shy. Show yourself. Make her love your man mating body.

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Dan cautiously opened the door to her bedroom, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.

Outside the window, it was completely dark, and only a little bit of moonlight lit up the bed.

His mother lay in the middle of the large twin bed in her nightie. Her blanket was mixed up with her body, one leg and the edge of her nightie peeking out.

He watched through the darkness as her gorgeus breasts heaved with each deep breath, each quiet sniffle. Her nostrils flared, air escaping through the mouth.

Dan made sure she was sound asleep and gently pulled down the shorts. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

His swollen cock popped out, his cheeks burning with fire. He moved closer, bringing the hot pink tip of his cock closer to her face.

Dan tried not to think about what might happen if she were suddenly awake at that moment. He pulled the skin on his cock with his hand, a slight moan of pleasure almost escaping his chest. He brought his cock as close to her face as he could.

His cock was right above her eyes and his balls at her nose, only a couple inches away.

For a moment, he felt the air from her mouth coat his balls. Her nostrils dilated even more, inhaling the scent.

"I hope you like the smell, Mom. I'm sure your ovulation makes it even better."

He watched for another minute as his own mother inhaled the smell of the cock she produced. With another deep sweet breath she made some kind of sound, her eyebrows drew together and Dan hurriedly stepped back.

"That's enough for today" He pulled on his pants and hurried to his room.

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"Your brother has serious mental issues, Jack. I have to worry about him and think of ways to help him. And you're old enough to think for yourself."

Dan heard the conversation, approaching the kitchen.

"Didn't the therapists tell you what to do with this psycho?"

"First of all, don't ever call your brother a psycho! Second of all, they did say. And just what they said is what scares me. I have to think about what to do. I don't have time right now for you, I'm sorry."

"But...!"

Dan walked in just at that point. "Good morning."

"Good morning," said Nancy. She was sitting as usual in her robe at the table.

Jack remained silent. He squinted angrily at his brother and walked out of the kitchen. Dan walked by and stopped for a few moments beside Nancy, his loose shorts at the level of her face.

She took another sip of coffee as her face contorted a bit, apparently picking up a familiar scent.

"Did you dream anything today, Mom?" asked Dan, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"What am I supposed to dream about?" She rubbed her nose.

"Nothing. Does Jack still think I'm a psycho?" He sat down across from her, making sure his cock was clearly visible through the shorts.

"You're not a psycho, honey," she took his hand. "You just really love your Mommy. More than you are suppoused to."

"I just want to be normal, Mom." Dan said barely holding back a smile, his gaze casually sliding over the notch on her chest.

Nancy sighed heavily. "Do you want to see them?" and before he answered she pulled down the belt on her robe. "I've had time to think about it. After all, mother's breasts are made for children. They belong to you. Is Jack gone?" She glanced cautiously toward the hallway. "So I don't see anything wrong with you taking a look."

She threw the robe off her shoulders and Dan was faced with full, sweet breasts with erect large pinkish nipples pointing exactly in his direction. Two large ovals, with soft looking skin, sweet veins running inside. They fit together perfectly, one edge lightly touching the corner of the table. The bulging soft skin on her large nipples beckoned him. The very nipples that had nurtured him.

She squeezed them together gently, the two ovals bumping against each other, and shook them in front of him. "I see you like Mommy's breasts?"

Dan let out a sort of whiny squeak. Even his ears seemed to perk up.

"Dr. Fort said it's good for you to see my breasts." she sipped her coffee, her right breast lifted with her chest, the flesh of her skin twitching. "It's always amused me how much breasts affect men."

She ran her hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. She was suddenly closer; he had to bite his lip to hold back. "But you're not interested in them as a man, right? You're interested in them as a son. Or am I wrong?"

She looked meaningfully at his huge cock protruding from the shorts.

"Your breasts interest me in every conceivable way, Mom," Dan said, barely finding his voice.

She rubbed the back of his head and laughed. "Oh, that's a good answer, honey. Smart move."

She was so beautiful, so sexy.

"I don't mind helping you with some things. I don't want you to hide from me or shy

away from any problems. I know that's until you find yourself a good girlfriend. You'll probably lose your head to some girl and forget about your old Mother. Maybe I can also enjoy your attention while it lasts." She lifted the cup again, about to take a sip. This time she raised it especially high to finish her coffee. Her right breast twitched again, rolling from side to side and driving Dan crazy.

He lunged forward and grabbed her breast.

"NO! Danny, you can't touch..." She set the cup down. Danny's lips gently nipped her nipple. He latched onto it like hungry newborn desperately wanting milk. Dan sucked eagerly on the pink nipple, licking and savoring the delicious taste.

Nancy grabbed his hair and moaned like going through powerful orgasm. "Daniel... No."

She tried to yank him away, but her fingers refused to obey. "My breasts belong to him," she thought.

He gripped her soft breasts tightly, as if trying to squeeze some milk. But her boobs were empty. He continued to suck and squeeze, his other hand slowly moving to the second breast.

"Stop, Danny," she moaned again, her hand jerked across the table, knocking over the coffee cup.

"Your breasts are... perfect... They nurtured me, Mom... I'll never leave you... for another girl," he mooed, speaking the words through suckling. His teeth massaged the tips of the swollen nipple.

He didn't want this moment to end.

"You shouldn't...ughh, my baby boy... You shouldn't say it."

He pulled down his shorts, letting his swollen giant out. He watched her face, noticing how she twitched as her nose caught the scent.

Nancy looked down at him, watching her youngest son sucking eagerly on her breast, even though there was no milk.

For a moment, she wished she had milk again so that her beloved son could enjoy it.

Dan rested Nancy's hand on his shaft, her nostrils flared again and he could catch from her expression that she liked the smell immensely.

Her hand twitched, stretching the flesh all the way to his balls, her nails digging hard into the skin and veins.