CHAPTER 11. AFTERMATH
Nancy gripped the SUV's steering wheel with her left hand, while her right hand clutched a damp napkin between her legs. Dan stared out the window, his T-shirt torn and ragged. Both were drenched in sweat, looking utterly exhausted. Nancy's open blouse barely covered her breasts.
"Fuck! It's still leaking and got on my leather seat," Nancy muttered as she grabbed another tissue and slipped her hand under the skirt. She took one last glance at the road, narrowly crushing into a car in front of them.
"Worst day. Of. My. Damn. Life," whispered Nancy, throwing away another napkin.
"Best day. Of. My. Life," thought Dan. The camera dangled around his neck, now holding what he considered the most precious thing in the world. It was priceless.
"I hate these fucking shrinks," Nancy said with undisguised anger, throwing the cum-stained napkin right out the window.
They returned home late. Another notice about the overdue house payment was pinned to the door. Nancy tore it up and stormed inside, slamming the bathroom door and turning on the shower.
Dan entered his room, feeling hollow, and collapsed onto the bed.
"That was so strange," he thought.
Sex with this woman was obviously not what he'd expected. It felt like entering the softest, most velvety warmth, and at the same time your mind buzzed with the prickling countless needles, warning that your member shouldn't be where it was.
With every deeper thrust, each movement of your hips, your cock quivered within, the needles' sting blending with divine ecstasy.
Each thrust makes your nerve endings feel raw and exposed, as if the tender flesh that brought you into this world 19 years ago is now agonizingly chafing against them. This same flesh seems to be trying to expel you once more, just as it did back then.
The more he thought about the past hour, the further he descended into introspection, and his blood surged with an intoxicating intensity. He nearly moaned as he recalled the final, culminating moment. He went in as deep as he could and just c...
The door opened; it was 1:30 on the clock. Nancy, in a black robe, sat down gingerly across from him.
They were silent. Nancy fidgeted, running her fingers through her damp hair before unfastening the robe, revealing a glimpse of her left breast. She then reached down to touch her pubic hair.
Nancy extended her hand toward Dan, fingers coated with something viscous. Dan caught the pleasant scent of her insides, which filled the room.
"I feel like I should say something, but I just don't know what. There's good news. I won't get pregnant."
Dan's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it. He sat up, settling on the bed and gazing at Nancy's left boob.
"The good news ends here, Danny. I can't stop thinking about my father. Your grandfather was a very religious man and even demanded that Frank and I have no... intimacy until marriage. I wonder what he would say now? 'You'll go to hell, Nancy.'" She touched her nipple and covered herself, noticing that Danny kept his gaze on her. "Also, while I was shower off your...fluids, I remembered how small your testicles were when you fit in my hands. Now 19 years later, the contents of those are inside my..." She touched her stomach.
"You should have been thinking about money," Dan said coldly, covering his groin with a pillow.
"I don't give a damn about money, Danny! I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care! I'm not your fucking sex doctor to deal with your pervert stuff. You know what? I just realized something. I'm not the one headed for Hell.
That would be you, Danny! I couldn't do anything, but you did. You came inside your own blood mother. You came inside me, you pervert! You fucked me against my will, and cum inside!"
She walked out and slammed the door.
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The next morning Dan woke up alone. His mom just disappeared. No note, no messages, no word.
Nothing.
He sadly sent the video of the blowjob to the Blackmailer. Dan flashed back 8 months, to the day he lost the money.
"I was so innocent. Where did it all start?"
He went to the forum where that link was and to the discussion created by EdiPCard.
He didn't repeat the mistake of clicking on that link again. Instead, Dan went to the porn site that had opened when the money disappeared. The site with MILFs.
"It's you, isn't it?" Dan whispered. "EdiPCard. You are the blackmailer. You ruined my li..."
He froze. His heart stopped for a second. He stared blankly at one point on the screen where, among the many amateur porn videos, there was one. A video sent just an hour ago from the SUV of Nancy giving him a blowjob.
A notification sounded on the phone. He received money. It a bit improved the situation, yet.
"You uploaded everything I sent you," Dan typed in a chat with the blackmailer.
"I never said I wouldn't."
"You're EdiPCard, right? That's how you know me."
The response took a while. After ten minutes, Dan saw the message.
"It wasn't hard to track you down, learn your real name and details, but your Mom was another thing. I just needed to make sure your Mom was suitable for my plan. And her photo proved it. Thanks for the great videos."
"My Mom hates me now. You stole my money."
"You should thank me. You earned that money because of me in the first place. I returned it to you. I gave you more than you ever had, and to top it all off -- I gave you your Mother. Didn't you enjoy that? Didn't you enjoy her?"
Dan didn't type anything. How did it all come to this?
"There must be one last video. You know that? I'll be honest with you, Dan. You're great. You handled this better than anyone else I've ever dealt with. Others were whining like children, saying, 'I can't do this to my mommy.' So, my final prize is yours, Danny. 1 million for video with your Mom. For the home video. Think about this amount of money. Imagine holding it in your hands. Imagine how..."
Dan turned off the chat; he turned off the computer. "I don't want to waste my time on this anymore." He turned around and was horrified to see someone standing in the doorway.
Jack, Dan's older brother, was flipping through the magazine, the one he had thrown away. The one he had hidden and revisited many times, specifically the part about pregnancy.
"You know, I would never do that. I made up the story about a friend and his Mom, I just wanted to try it myself. Me and Mom. God, she's so beautiful, isn't she? And sometimes she would confess to me that she wanted a third child so badly. All these facts just added up and eventually, I found this magazine, this article about pregnancy. After that I just kind of lost my mind. I was thinking about Mom, about us." He closed the magazine and folded it into a tube. "But of course I could never...you know...do that with her. She's our Mother, after all."
Jack stepped forward and placed the magazine on the table.
"I don't know how you made it this far, but you couldn't either. We're all brave up until the moment we step over that red line. Until we find ourselves close to the vagina from which we all emerged." He turned back to the exit. "I just came by to get my stuff. Bye, bro."
He closed the door, leaving his younger brother alone. Dan didn't say a word. He looked thoughtfully out the window, and then shifted his gaze to the magazine. 'The Best Days for Pregnancy.'
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Nancy didn't return. She didn't come back the next day, or the day after that. Along with her, her car disappeared too. Dan started to worry. Where did his mom vanish to?
She only came back on the fifth day. Her SUV pulled into the garage in the morning, and he met her at the door. Nancy, still wearing her sunglasses, tossed her keys on the shelf, holding a purse and a Starbucks cup. She was in a business suit, looked at Dan, took a deep sip from her straw, and kicked off her heels before heading to the kitchen.
"Don't you have anything to tell me, Mom? Where were you?" Dan followed her into the kitchen, watching the movements of her firm ass.
"I needed to wash the car. My seat was all sweaty and covered in your... fluids." She rummaged in her purse and only now took off the sunglasses.
"You spent five days washing the car?"
Nancy pulled out a pack of condoms from the purse and threw it on the table. "Here, take it for the future. If a girl asks you to wear a condom - make sure you damn well have them, Danny. That's my advice,'" she grumbled, finishing the coffee and sitting down at the table. "You owe me for the condoms, by the way. They are very expensive, just so you know."
"What's the matter with you, Mom?" He sat next to her, but Nancy continued to stare out the window at her well-kept garden. Nancy's breasts heaving beneath her light shirt, and the muscles in her neck and collarbones moved elegantly.
"Where to start? Probably with the fact that my husband cheated on me and then ruined my career forever. My oldest son is jealous of my youngest and has sided with his father. To top it all off, I have a horrible house debt hanging over my head that I don't know how to pay off. And lastly, I gave my son a blow job, swallowed his cum, and then he fucked me in the backseat of my car. Also, he finished inside!"
She threw the cup into the trash.
"What do you think, Danny? What's the matter with me?" She leaned forward, shifting her gaze to Danny. In front of his face, a wonderful view of her neckline unfolded.
"I did it for the money, Mom. And also therapists..."
"Money. Therapists," she sighed, lowering her head. Dan took the chance to glance at her neckline. "Do you want to know where I've been? Four days ago, let's say, I accidentally ran into Doctor Albert. Remember her? The one we went to first, the young therapist girl. She was so scared when she saw me. It wasn't hard to get information out of her. She told me how you gave her money. A lot of money, Danny."
Dan leaned back in his chair. He didn't feel like looking at her neckline anymore.
"You deceived me. You lied to me. All this bullshit they told me about incest, about mothers and sons. Did you really pay everyone off? God, how much did you spend? So much money could have been saved. And for what? Why did you waste it? So that I would believe all this shit nonsense? Why?"
Dan was silent.
"I'm your Mom, Danny. You're my son. Always remember that. I'll forget about what happened in the car because you've been such a good and wonderful son all these months during my hardships. I was out to sell that car. After what happened - I can't bear to look at it anymore. I hope you got enough money from our videos. I won't be taking you to new therapists, I just hope you'll have enough strength, my love, to figure out on your own how wrong your feelling are. We have to stick together. I love you, Danny."
She reached out, placing her hand on the table. Dan carefully took it. "Sorry, Mom."
She couldn't hold back and stood up, hugging him tightly and pressing his head to her boobs. "I love you so much, sweetheart."
"We have enough money to pay for the house," Dan said, his throat tight.
It's over.
Nancy smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
"I'll prepare dinner." She took off the jacket and stepped to the stove. Dan sat thoughtfully the whole time, watching his mom cook, barely hiding her joy.
"If she's happy, I'm happy. I've already done what I wanted to do. I fucked her. Enough."
Nancy smiled at him as their eyes met.
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