Disclaimer: All characters in this story are aged 18 or over. This story contains blackmail/noncon, incest, and other hard kinks. All events in this story are fantasy.
Kayla was bent over in a dingy bathroom stall. Her black dress was hiked up and pushed down, exposing both her cute butt and small perky tits. She couldn't actually see who was fucking her, the club was quite dark and she was quite drunk. She had been relatively sure he was cute enough. He had grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and was pistoning in and out of her sopping wet pussy.
"Harder," she moaned. He let out an animalistic grunt and redoubled his efforts. Her firm ass jiggled with every thrust. He gave it a firm smack. Kayla gasped in delight. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her. With a groan he released inside of her. Kayla smiled, she could feel herself being filled up. He pulled out of her dripping pussy and gave her ass another smack.
"Not bad," he opened up the stall door and walked out. Kayla remained pressed up against the grimy wall, panting, cum dripping out of her freshly used hole.
Kayla stumbled downstairs. She was barefoot, still dressed in her short black clubbing dress. It outlined her tight, slim body, ending just below her ass, barely long enough to even qualify as a dress. Her eyes were bleary, her brain pounding out of her skull. She managed to stagger over to the kitchen, and pour herself a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Kayla" a terse voice cut through the air. Jennifer, her mother, stood next to the counter, her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a bun, already dressed in her work outfit, a dark blazer, knee length skirt, black stockings and pumps. Despite the modest clothing, her curvy figure was easily distinguishable.
"Could you not be so loud this early in the morning?" Kayla slumped into a chair and sipped her coffee. She grimaced, "It's cold."
"It's already nine AM Kayla" Jennifer crossed her arms.
"So shouldn't you already be at work?" Another sip of cold black coffee.
"I should be. I told them I'd be coming in late today. I wanted to talk to you first."
"Whatever about?" Kayla asked. Jennifer sighed.
"You were out late again, doing God knows what. I heard you come in at three in the morning and pass out. And what on earth are you wearing!" Jennifer exclaimed. Her large chest heaved with every word.
"Mom, relax. I was at the club. It was Thirsty Thursdays, I had to go, it's easy to get the college guys to buy me drinks." Kayla took another sip of coffee and sat back in her chair. Jennifer was furious.
"No daughter of mine is going to be parading herself around for a couple of drinks."
"I do more than parade." Kayla laughed "Oh and speaking of, could you put some more money in my account? My card declined, it was so embarrassing."
"Unbelievable." Jennifer scoffed "You're going to go out and party all night with a bunch of boys, come home after midnight drunk and then ask me for money? You're going to go find a job today.."
"Mom, why?" Kayla whined and sat upright in her chair. Her cute face contorted into a frown. "I know you have enough money from your fancy office job."
"It's not about the money Kayla. I put you through art school with no problems. But you graduated months ago and still haven't gotten a job. It would teach you some discipline, worth ethic, and it would stop you from partying every night. And you don't even help out around the house! I have to work all day and then come home and do all the chores."
"Mom, this is so unfair!" Kayla was practically in tears "I don't want to work some stupid minimum wage job!"
"Kayla, enough. We'll talk more about this when I get home. I'm already late because of you." Jennifer turned and walked out of the kitchen towards the front door. Her fat ass jiggled with every step. "And would it kill you to do the dishes for once?"
"You're such a bitch!" Kayla screamed. Her mother said nothing, and she heard the door slam. Kayla buried her head in her hands. She sat there, seething, shaking.
Kayla was talking to herself in the shower. Soapy water ran down her tight young body. Her long hair pulled back into her back.
"Gonna force me to get some dumb job," Kayla muttered "who does that bitch think she is?" She washed herself, hands running up and down her body. A dangerous spark flashed in her eyes. "I'll put her in her fucking place. I'll find a way" Her hand drifted down to her shaven pussy. She absentmindedly rubbed her clit. She slipped a finger inside, aided by the soapy water and her natural arousal. She began to finger herself, thoughts of revenge over her mother running through her head. Orgasm approached quickly. Though getting fucked that night had excited her, she hadn't actually came. She sped up her tempo, and released a low moan. Pleasure washed through her mind, sending spasms down her body. Kayla took a few deep breaths and pulled her fingers out of her stimulated pussy. She shut the water off.
Having toweled herself off and changed into clothes, Kayla now laid on the couch in her living room, staring at the ceiling.
I need some way out of this,
she thought
but what can I do?
She continued to lie, motionless, running through her options in her head. A thought crept into her head.
Surely mom has something she doesn't want other people to know, something I can leverage.
Kayla sat up and got off the couch. She padded upstairs to her mother's bedroom. The door was closed, but not locked. She silently pushed it open. Jennifer's room was immaculate. Bed perfectly made, clothes put away; a world apart from Kayla's own disaster of a room.
"I know you have something somewhere in here, mother." Kayla said aloud. She walked over to the closet and opened the door. A few cardboard boxes lay below rows of clothes on hangers. She opened up the boxes and began to dig through them. Minutes later she got up, frustrated. Nothing but clothes and shoes. She groaned, "Fuck."
Suddenly, she saw it. On top of the shelf, pushed into the back corner. A small grey lockbox.
"How interesting." Kayla smiled. She stood on her toes and strained to reach up to the back of the shelf. She couldn't quite reach the lockbox but she managed to drag it over to the edge and pull it off the shelf. A small lock decorated the front of the box, more for integrity than any actual security. Kayla grabbed the lock, twisted it, and with some effort, forced it open. The contents were revealed to be a single flash drive. "Aren't I lucky? I bet there's all kinds of things on here."
Kayla walked back to her room, sitting down on her bed and opening up her laptop. Plugging in the flash drive, she eagerly awaited to see what kinds of files would pop up. A small collection of video files appeared. There was no thumbnail or title, so Kayla simply clicked on the first video. Loud, wet, sloppy noises started blaring out of the speaker. With a practiced hand, she panickedly reached out and muted her computer. On screen, a woman was expertly sucking a man's penis. Not just any woman. Jennifer, her mother, was deepthroating a man on camera.
Kayla's mouth was open. Her face burned crimson as she stared at the screen. Her mother continued to bob her head up and down, swallowing the entire length of his shaft, occasionally licking his balls. Jennifer was making some outrageous moans, while the man was silent, only his heavy breathing and the occasional whispered "Fuck."
For the third time that day, Kayla's pussy began to moisten. Her face was flushed. She slammed her laptop closed.
"No way. No way!" She opened her laptop back up. It was still her mother, still sucking away. Kayla closed the video and opened up the next one. Her mother again, giving another blowjob, but from a different angle. Kayla wordlessly clicked through the other videos. Jennifer was sucking dick in all of them, in a variety of positions. Kayla let out a veritable cackle "My mom is a blowjob queen!"
Jennifer pulled into the driveway. It had been a long day at work and she wasn't looking forward to dealing with her headache of a daughter right now. She grabbed her purse and headed inside. Almost instantly, she could tell something was out of place. Walking into the kitchen, she saw Kayla seated at the table.
