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Introduction:

Too much wine leaves Gina at the mercy of two of her son's friends and they have none.

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Raped and Blackmailed Soccer Mom

Friday, Day 1

It was Friday afternoon, and Gina Winters was not happy.

The past twelve months have been a year from hell for the beautiful 36-year-old mother.

First, she was humiliated after her husband, Roger, divorced her to be with a bimbo-in-training 19-year-old social media influencer.

Then, her lawyer botched the financial settlement from the divorce, so she was mired in the debt that her husband had left her with.

During all this, she was laid off from her job and was now holding a letter from her bank telling her that her mortgage was overdue.

Last week, Gina took a job as one of several receptionists at an advertising firm in town that didn’t pay much, but it was the best she could do for now.

But even that was another humiliation.

After they told her the dress code for the job, tight skirts and lots of cleavage, it was obvious that she was only hired because of her good looks and, especially, the size of her breasts.

So much of her life had been controlled by her husband that she now found herself alone with no friends and all of her family on the other side of the country.

With teary eyes, she looked out the kitchen window at her only child, Josh, who was cutting the grass with a lawnmower.

Josh was her pride and joy.

The 18-year-old high school senior was the perfect son, doing his best to help out as much as possible around the house.

He agreed that his father had always been a total asshole to both of them and had screwed them in the divorce, but he always tried to keep his mother’s spirits up.

When he offered to work nights after school to help pay the bills, Gina told him not to and to stay focused on maintaining his A grades and playing soccer for the school’s team.

She hoped Josh would earn a large enough college scholarship to cover all four years, as she doubted his father would provide any financial assistance otherwise.

The front doorbell rang, and she let four of Josh’s friends into the house.

Finn and Mason had been friends with Josh since they were little, while Logan and Mark only became friends with Josh two years ago after Josh joined the soccer team.

Gina loved Finn and Mason because they were always polite and respectful gentlemen.

Logan and Mason, though, she wasn’t sure of.

Although they seemed nice enough, she often felt uneasy around them and always felt like the two boys were undressing her with their eyes.

Had Gina’s self-confidence not been destroyed over the last few years by a cheating and controlling husband and a nasty divorce, the beautiful 36-year-old would have had no doubt that the boys were checking out her adorable face and sexy body.

Standing 5’6” and weighing 131 lbs, the curly-haired brunette could turn any man’s head.

Her hips were perfectly flared, her ass was full but not fat, and the rest of her was curvy in all the right places.

Before the divorce, Gina (and especially her husband, Roger) was a lot heavier and considered herself fat.

But now, due to hardly eating due to all the stress and anxiety during the past two years, she is model-thin.

Luckily, that weight loss didn’t subtract any size from her luscious 32H-cup breasts.

If anything, her being thinner now made them look even larger and more desirable to everyone but her ex-husband, who said she still looked like a stupid cow despite constantly making her give him what she thought were humiliating tit-jobs leading up to the divorce.

That was why both the 18-year-old high school seniors who were standing in front of her couldn’t stop looking at her breasts.

Both boys had become obsessed with them the moment they first saw them.

Seeing them magically bounce around under whatever top she was wearing always gave them instant hard-ons, and they had a secret game between the two of them where they’d text each other whenever her nipples were erect and showing under her tops.

Today, Gina had just gotten home from work and was wearing what her dress code required: high heels, a black pencil skirt and a white long-sleeve shirt that easily showed the cleavage at the top half of her breasts.

But what caught both boys' attention the most were two shirt buttons in the middle of her chest that looked like they were straining to pop loose at any moment.

Finn and Mason quickly left the kitchen to go outside to talk with Josh, while Logan and Mark lingered in the kitchen to stay with Gina.

They asked for something to drink and leered at her the whole time while she got ice for their glasses and poured them some soda.

When she bent all the way down to pick up a fallen ice cube and unknowingly gave both of them a perfect view of her hanging tits almost spilling out of her bra and shirt, both boys nearly lost their minds.

It was then that the other three boys entered the kitchen.

“Mom, is it okay if I go to the movies with these idiots? The grass is cut,” Josh said.

“Of course it is, honey. Have fun,” Gina said, despite wishing he wouldn’t go and not spend any money.

But she wasn’t going to ruin her son’s life because his father is a jerk.

“Bye, Mrs. Winters!” all the other boys called out as they left.

She didn’t bother correcting them that she wasn’t “Mrs. Winters” anymore.

It was going to take some time for her to get used to being called “Miss Jones” again.

With a sigh, she took a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator, poured herself a glass, and went upstairs to change out of her work clothes.

A few hours later, the wine bottle was empty, and Gina was fast asleep on the living room couch.

When the five boys returned from the movies and raced through the house to watch TV in the basement, only Logan and Mark noticed where Gina was and the condition she was in, but they didn’t mention anything to the others.

Mark was the first to excuse himself from his friends to use the bathroom upstairs.

After seeing the empty wine bottle and how her sexy body was so drunkenly spread out on the couch, Mark called her name out a few times and then shook her shoulder to see if she was really asleep.

When she didn’t respond, he relaxed and assessed the situation.

Only wearing a black tank top and panties, Mrs. Winters was lying on her back with her legs spread wide open.

Her head was on a pillow, and her sexy mouth was open.

The couch was facing away from the basement hallway, so if his friends came upstairs, he’d have time to get away before anyone could see him doing what he was about to do.

Initially, Gina planned on going to bed when she was tired, but she drank far too much and passed out.

Had she known that any of her son’s friends would be seeing her tonight, she would have worn much more to cover herself up.

As it was, the tank top she was wearing had a deep scoop in the front and barely contained her braless breasts, and her white panties were sheer enough so that Mark could easily see the vertical slit of her recently shaven pussy.

He took out his phone and took pictures and videos.

Not wanting to miss this golden opportunity, he knelt down next to her and cupped one of her breasts under the tank top while his other hand slid under her panties and between her legs.

Her breasts were huge and were so warm and soft!

His fingers almost disappeared as his hand sank into her tit-flesh.

Her nipple quickly hardened under his palm.

His heart was pounding in fear of her waking up and being discovered.

He stopped breathing.

But then the sight of her mouth opening wide to moan while arching her back when his fingers rubbed her pussy gave Mark all the courage he needed to continue.

Mark was no virgin.

He’d had sex with several girls in school and knew what he was doing, but none of them were as beautiful and well-endowed as Mrs. Clark.

And none of them had ever been unconscious.

There would be no complaints or being told to stop.

He could do anything he wanted.

His cock was rock hard in his pants at the thought.

In his mind, he had passed the point of no return by now, so with no hesitation, he pulled the tank top strap off one of her shoulders and lowered his mouth to her breast once it was uncovered.

By the time her nipple was erect and in his mouth, he had three fingers deep in her pussy.

Meanwhile, Gina was drunkenly dreaming of driving her ex-husband mad with jealousy by making love to a faceless man.

Roger had constantly criticized her breasts by saying they were too soft and that she needed implants to firm them up and make them even bigger.

Most of his other derogatory comments were that she was too short, too fat, too boring in bed, and a hundred other things that made her hate herself.

But now, in her dream, her faceless lover adored her breasts and everything else about her.

In real life, when she felt Mark's warm mouth engulf and suck on one of her nipples, she spread her legs out wide and pushed his head down into her boob before calling out softly, ”Harder.”

It had been years since she had any sex that she’d consider romantic, and in her dreams, she desperately wanted a loving cock inside her.



Lifting his head away from her now spit-covered breast, Mark looked over at the hallway leading to his friends in the basement.

He’d only been gone for a few minutes and judged that he’d only be safe for a few more, so he dropped his shorts and quickly moved his erect 7-inch cock toward Gina’s still-open mouth.

As soon as his cockhead passed her lips and she tasted the familiar flavor of a man’s pre-cum, she moaned and moved herself forward to take in more.

One of the few compliments she ever received from her ex-husband was regarding her blowjob skills.

Having no gag reflex, she was always easily able to take his entire 5” cock into her mouth right down to the balls and then suck hard while she moved her head back and forth.

Her husband had cruelly told her that it was the only thing he was going to miss about her after they were divorced.

In her drunken dream world now, to show Roger what he walked away from, she orally devoured the much longer dick in her mouth.

Mark was happy to oblige her enthusiasm and didn’t stop moving forward until his balls were against her lips.

Gina pulled him forward with one hand on his naked ass while her other fondled the boy's balls.

With one of his hands back to squeezing the tits he had been lusting for, the ecstatic teen was using his phone to record his cock being deep-throated by his friend’s drunk mom.

This was all too wild for him to last long, so after releasing his tight grip on her breast, Jack grabbed the back of her head to keep himself balls-deep in her mouth while ejaculating spurt after spurt of his hot cum in her mouth and down her throat.

Gina moaned softly and happily swallowed every drop.

Just then, Mark heard someone walking up the basement steps

Panicked, he pulled his shorts back up to his waist and stepped away from the couch.

Luckily, it was only Logan who suspected his friend might be taking advantage of the drunken milf they had both seen earlier, and he wanted a piece of the action as well.

When Logan got closer, Mark put a finger to his lips as a signal to stay quiet and then whispered to his friend, “She’s asleep, but just gave me a blowjob. I blew a load right into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Get one for yourself, man. I’ll watch the basement door, but you have to be quiet and quick.”

Logan’s disbelief ended as soon as he saw Gina’s exposed boob and her soaking-wet panties that were pulled to the side enough to show the lips of her pussy.

“This is hot as fucking fuck. Wait, they're not coming up for a while. Use my phone to take a video. I hope I don’t cum before I get my pants off,” Logan whispered back.

He didn’t, and within a few seconds, he was balls deep in Gina’s mouth while his hands were all over her unresisting body.

But unlike Mark, who focused more on her massive breasts, Logan kept his left hand under her panties and in her pussy the whole time.

His other hand was keeping her shoulder-length brown hair away from her face so Mark could get a good video of her sucking on his dick.

With her mind in a drunken and lustful fog, Gina reached out, grabbed his ass, and pulled the teen’s body forward to impale her throat with Logan’s 6-inch and very thick cock.

Less than two minutes later, Logan’s load of hot cum was joining with Mark’s in her stomach.

Mark then walked away to watch the basement stairs, and Logan pushed Gina’s large breasts back under her tank top but purposely left her panties pulled into her pussy crack.

As an afterthought, he covered her with a decorative blanket before walking away.

Both boys gave themselves high fives and agreed not to say anything to the others before walking downstairs to watch TV.

An hour later, all the boys gathered their things to go home.

After Finn and Mason left via the side door in the basement, Mark asked Josh, “Dude, I’m too tired to drive Logan home tonight. Do you mind if we both crash here in the basement on the couches tonight?”

“No problem, man. My mom might even make us all breakfast in the morning,” Josh replied with a smile.

Josh never noticed that Gina was asleep on the couch when he went upstairs to bed, and an hour later, Mark and Logan quietly walked up the basement stairs and made their way toward his sleeping mother.

After making sure that she was as unresponsive as the last time, the two teens let their hands gently grope her unresisting body.

Both knew that doing anything too rough might wake her up, so they resisted the natural urge to throw themselves on top of her.

Logan carefully slid her white panties down the curves of her thighs while Mark pushed her tank top up under her chin to reveal her two round and full H-cup breasts.

“Look at that bare pussy. I didn’t know that Josh’s mom was such a slut,” Mark whispered.

“It feels so smooth, and it’s getting wet so fast,” agreed Logan.

After Logan's probing fingers made her pussy dripping wet, Gina’s sexual dream began again, and so did her unconscious drunken participation.

Gina moaned softly and even lifted her hips slightly to allow her panties to be removed.

In her mind's eye, she was on a luxurious bed with white satin sheets covered in rose petals. With absolute joy, she spread her thighs in welcome for her lover, who was moving between her legs.

Her mouth opened wide as she moaned in ecstasy when she felt his penis slide into her vagina.

Mark couldn’t believe he was actually fucking Mrs. Winters!

It was like a dream come true.

And since he had already cum in her mouth an hour ago, he was relaxed and could fully enjoy what was happening.

Each time Mark banged his cock into her pussy, his eyes were treated to the sight of her volleyball-sized tits rolling around on her chest as her body moved under him.

Even though she was asleep, Gina responded like she was a willing participant and wrapped her legs around his waist in a tight grip.

Her hands were roaming all over Mark’s body, through his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers for passionate kisses while she told him that she loved him and begged him to cum inside her.

When Mark fucked her faster and started to flood her pussy with his cum, she moaned, “Yes, yes, I’m cumming too, baby.”

And Logan got everything recorded on video.

After quickly listening for any noise upstairs to ensure that Josh hadn’t been awakened by his mother's noise, Logan took Mark’s place between her legs.

This was Logan’s first time having sex, and he was in heaven.

It wasn’t long before Gina was doing and saying the same things that she had said to Mark over and over again.

When both boys were finished, they got dressed and stood looking down at Gina, who was squeezing her breasts and furiously rubbing her pussy in an unconscious attempt to extend her own orgasm.

Mark grabbed the empty wine bottle and started to put as much of the long neck into her snatch as he dared to without waking her up while Logan took pictures.

At first, Gina cried out in pain at that strange and very hard intrusion into her pussy, and moved her hands down to hold the bottle, but she made no effort to pull it out.

After getting it as deep inside her as they dared, Mark covered her with the blanket again, and both boys went back downstairs to sleep.

Saturday, Day 2

Hours later, Gina woke up slowly with a smile on her face despite the pounding in her head from being hungover.

Last night's sex dreams were replaying in her mind.

It took her a moment to realize where she was.

Slowly, she remembered falling asleep after too many glasses of wine.

She didn’t remember covering herself with a blanket, though.

Suddenly, she felt something uncomfortable.

“What the hell is that?” she mumbled after her hands moved under the blanket and felt something lodged between her legs.

“Oh my god, is that?” the bewildered woman said softly as one hand pulled the blanket off her to reveal the top four inches of last night's bottle of wine inside her vagina.

“How did?” she thought frantically while she pulled it out of herself and looked over the top of the couch to make sure Josh wasn’t in the room.

“Holy shit! How much did I drink? I hope Josh didn’t see anything. But no, I was covered when I woke up. Thank goodness. Damn it, Gina, get your shit together,” she said to herself.

After placing the wine bottle on the table, she looked around for her missing panties.

That was when Josh came downstairs.

“Hi, Mom. Did you sleep on the couch? I didn’t see you there last night, or I would have woken you up,” he told her.

“Yeah, I just fell asleep. Too much wine,” she replied sheepishly.

“Ok. Mark and Logan stayed over last night. They’re downstairs,” he said.

Just then, Logan and Mark walked up and into the room from the basement.

“Good morning, Mrs. Winters,” they both said while trying to sound as innocent as possible while secretly loving every tormented look on the mom’s face.

Grateful that the couch was covering her nude lower half, Gina wrapped the blanket around her waist and stood while giving one last look around for her panties.

“I was hoping you could make us breakfast, but if you’re not up to it, we can manage,” Josh said.

“That might not work for me, Josh. I’m a little out of sorts this morning. I need to take a long shower,” his mom replied.

“Here, I’ll put this in the recycle bin for you. Last drop is for me,” Josh said as he picked up the wine bottle and put it to his mouth.

Aghast, Gina’s eyes went wide when she realized where the top of that bottle had been just seconds ago.

Logan had to turn his face away so Gina wouldn’t see him laughing hysterically while Mark kept his face deadpan and felt his cock start to harden when he saw the oddly incestuous scene that was unfolding before him.

“What’s the big deal? It’s just a drop. But the bottle does taste a little strange, though,” Josh said in response to his Mom’s strong reaction to what he was doing.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Never mind,” she replied quietly, not wanting to make the obscene moment last any longer.

While Gina walked up the stairs, Logan fingered her white sheer panties in the pocket of his shorts, which he kept as a souvenir from the night he lost his virginity.

Sunday, Day 3

The next day, at noon, Gina heard the doorbell ring.

It was Mark.

“Sorry, Josh is at Finn’s house,” she told him.

“That’s ok. I’m here to see you anyway,” Mark said as he brazenly walked past her and into the living room.

“Oh. What can I do for you?” she asked curiously.

“Quite a lot, actually. Some things happened Friday night that I want to have happen again,” Mark said with a smirk.

Mystified by that, Gina asked him what he was talking about.

“This was it!” Mark thought.

Can I pull it off?

This is going to be fucking crazy either way.

But like my dad told me, I’m just fucking going for it.

He was so nervous.

His heart was beating wildly.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

But he mastered his fear and continued with the scheme that had been concocted.

“I’m talking about you getting drunk and having sex with two of your son’s friends on the couch,” he said sternly.

“What did you just say? How dare you! I don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t funny, Mark. I think you should leave now,” Gina replied, both scared and angry.

“Not until you see this,” he replied, turning up the volume on his phone and handing it to her.

Gina went from being horrified to embarrassed and then to a burning rage as she saw a video where she could easily see and hear herself making passionate love to Mark.

“Oh my god! What did you do to me? Friday night? I was drunk! Asleep! You raped me, you bastard! I’m calling the police!” Gina yelled as she threw his phone back at him.

“You don’t look like you were getting raped on that video. And you said multiple times, and I quote, ‘Yes, baby. I love you. More. Deeper. Make me cum’. Have fun trying to prove that in court. I want to do it again. Now. So, take off your clothes,” he replied smugly.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House,” Gina screamed hysterically.

Mark raised his hands and said, “Ok, ok. But just so you know, if I leave now, Josh will be kicked off the soccer team in the morning,”

Gina’s mind was reeling as she tried to comprehend what was happening right now.

“What the hell are you talking about, now?” she yelled.

It was unfortunate for Gina that Josh had mentioned to his friends how his father had financially ruined them in the divorce and how much he desperately depended on earning a full college soccer scholarship.

So, like he had been coached and practiced all day yesterday and this morning to make this blackmail plan work, now was the time to offer Mrs. Winters the carrot to the stick.

Mark toughened his tone and said, “Listen up, bitch. You can’t go to the police because I have you on video begging me to fuck you. And I want to do it again. I’m the Captain of Josh’s soccer team, so if you make me walk out that door right now, I’m going to kick Josh off the team in the morning. But if you do what I say, I’ll make him co-captain, and he’ll start every game until the season ends. College scouts are at all the games this month. It’s his best chance to get a good scholarship.”

“What the… You… I will not… You monster!” Gina stammered.

She couldn’t think clearly.

Why was he doing this?

Where is this coming from?

If Josh is off the team, he’ll be devastated and will never get a soccer scholarship!

This is horrible and insane.

“You’re lying! You can't kick him off the team! You’re not the coach!” Gina yelled desperately.

“No, but my father is the coach. He’ll do what I ask. Now take off your clothes,” Mark said sternly.

“No! Stop this! I’ll tell your father what you’re doing! What do you think he’ll say?” she countered.

“What will my father say? My father is the one who gave me this blackmail idea five minutes after I showed him the videos of you sucking my dick. I’ll show the same videos to Josh if you don’t do as I say. Now, take off your clothes,” Mark answered before walking three feet in front of the flabbergasted mom and blatantly staring at the two large mounds of tit flesh heaving underneath her tee shirt as she struggled to keep her breath steady.

“I thought you were Josh’s friend. I’ve never been anything but nice to you. How can you do this to me?” Gina said, desperately trying to appeal to his good side.

“I do like Josh. He’s a great guy. And I do feel really bad about doing this, but I like those huge, fat tits in my hands and sucking on those hard nipples a lot more. Last time. Take off your clothes,” Mark said with a deadly serious face.

Gina didn’t know what to say but feared making this blackmailing teen angry.

There’s no telling what he’d do with the videos he has of her.

“No! I won’t tell anyone about what happened Friday, but it won’t happen again. Get out,” Gina said with a look of helpless pleading in her eyes.

“Really? I thought you cared more about your son’s future,” he said as he turned to leave.

Gina felt that whatever was left of her fragile and broken world was falling down around her.

The only thing that gave her hope and joy was having her son succeed despite all the hardships she’d suffered over the past two years.

Before Mark got to the door, Gina, with tears in her eyes, said, “Stop. I’ll do it.”

Mark walked back to Gina with a massive shit-eating grin while she pulled her T-shirt over her head.

There she was, standing before him, only wearing black yoga pants and a solid black H-cup-sized bra.

Those big, fat tits that he had been fantasizing about for the past two years and enjoyed so much the other night were almost again in his grasp.

“If we do this, Josh will never find out, and you promise he’ll be co-captain and play in every game?” Gina asked.

After roughly pulling each bra strap off her shoulders, Mark answered, “That’s the deal. Now, not that you remember, kiss me and suck on my tongue like you did on Friday night.”

Closing her eyes, Gina moved forward to do what he demanded.

While they were kissing, one of Mark’s hands was in her pants and squeezing her ass while the other was searching for the clasp behind her back to take off her bra.

With a sigh, Gina said, “It’s a front hook. I’ll do it.”

“No, I want to. You have no idea how awesome this whole thing is. It’s like I’m unwrapping a birthday gift,” the grinning teen said with joy.

After the front clasp was undone, he peeled the large cups off her breasts and pulled the bra down her shoulders until it dropped to the floor.

With almost trembling hands, the triumphant teen lifted each of her huge, soft breasts as if he were weighing them while both his thumbs were pressed into each nipple.

Within seconds, his mouth dropped and started sucking on her nipples, which quickly hardened like stones against her will.

Mark then dropped to his knees, pulled Gina’s yoga pants and panties down to her ankles in one tug, and pressed his mouth against her completely shaved and currently dry vagina.

But as soon as his tongue parted her pussy lips, Gina stepped back and said weakly, “No, I can’t do this. Leave.”

“If you make me leave now, I promise you, I will ruin Josh’s life at school. He’ll be so stressed out that he won’t pass a test if his life depended on it. He’ll never get any kind of scholarship. I promise you, I will ruin his whole fucking life. Now, get on your knees, take my pants off and suck on my dick before you really start to piss me off, and I take it out on him,” he coldly told her.

With tears in her eyes, the defeated mom did as she was told.

Gina couldn’t believe the situation she was in now; blackmailed, naked, on her knees in her own living room and about to put the erect penis of one of her son’s friends into her mouth.

Her mind was going crazy trying to figure out a way out of this, but when Mark's hands wrapped around the back of her head and pulled her closer to his groin, she did the only thing her ex-husband said she was good for and took his whole 7-inch cock into her mouth and down her throat.

Since she was keeping her eyes closed in shame while blowing him, she didn’t see Mark take his phone out of the pocket in the shirt he was still wearing.

After taking plenty of pics and videos, he texted an all-clear message to Logan, who was waiting in the car outside.

“Lick my balls, Mrs. Winters. Put one in your mouth, and then the other. Oh…yeah! Like that, so good….” he moaned.

A few minutes later, after she had returned to aggressively deepthroating him again, hoping to make him climax and end her ordeal quickly, Mark stepped back away from her and sat on the couch.

With his camera on his phone recording her every movement, he said, “Come over here on your hands and knees and wrap those huge tits around my dick. I want a titfuck.”

Mortified that he was taking even more videos of her humiliation, Gina complied.

Titfucking was yet another sexual thing that Roger often made her do that she hated.

Despite Mark having a good-sized penis, it was totally lost once Gina’s soft H-cup breasts engulfed it.

It didn’t take long for her cleavage to become soaked in his pre-cum, and Mark felt like he was getting closer to an orgasm.

“Look at me and tell me that you love my cock. Tell me that you want to climb up on the couch and fuck me, and then do it!” Mark ordered while holding his phone to ensure he recorded every second.

After doing as she was told, the blackmailed mother positioned herself on the couch with her pussy resting on his cockhead.

Since her pussy was barely moist, it took several up-and-down motions with her hips before she felt his cock slide all the way inside her.

That was when Logan walked in through the front door.

Not knowing who it was at first and terrified that it was Josh, Gina tried to stand up and bolt away, but Mark was ready and, with a firm grip on both of her hips, kept her body from lifting off his dick.

“Oh, no! You’re not going anywhere. I didn’t mention it before, but Logon fucked you Friday night as well. He has it all on his phone, too. He gets to fuck you when I’m done. Now, bounce up and down. I want to see these huge tits go wild!” Mark demanded.

Bewildered, Gina forced herself to ignore Logan and started to raise herself up and then slammed her pussy down on Mark’s groin in a mad frenzy to make him cum and end her rape.

Mark started squeezing her breasts so hard that Gina felt like he was trying to rip them off her body while he was biting her nipples hard enough to make her scream in pain.

It didn’t take long before she felt the warm spurts of Mark’s cum flood her vagina.

Several seconds later, when she felt Logan’s cold and sweaty hands reach around her behind her and cup her now sore breasts, Gina looked behind her and pleaded with Logan, “Please, Logan. Please leave. Don’t do this.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Winters. But I want my turn too,” he said as he used his grip on her tits to help her off Mark’s still-hard cock and to her feet.

That was when Gina saw that Logan had removed his clothes while she was fucking Mark.

His body, like Mark’s, was lean and athletic, and his cock was rock hard and only inches from her belly.

Both boys were almost 6’ tall, and at 5’6”, Gina had to tilt her head up to look them in the eyes.

She was doing this now while looking for some sign of remorse in Logan’s acne-filled face for what he was about to do to her, but she saw none.

“Please, don’t do this, Logan. You’re a great kid. You’re Josh’s ….,” she tried to plead to him before being cut off when his lips pressed against hers and his tongue invaded her mouth.

There were reasons why Logan was waiting in the car when Mark walked into Gina’s house.

One was that he legitimately didn’t think that the blackmail plan would work and didn’t want to be a part of it if Gina called the police.

The other was that, deep down, he was a good person.

Mrs. Winters had always been kind to him, and he knew that if he had seen her have an emotional breakdown in front of him while Mark was blackmailing her, Logan would have intervened and stopped the whole thing from happening.

But now, the only thing that he saw was her luscious naked body bouncing up and down on Mark’s cock.

Seeing only that, his erection took control over his heart.

Logan put one hand behind her head and then pressed his mouth against hers while she was pleading with him to stop.

His other hand held the small of her back steady while he ground his hard-on into her stomach.

Soon, Gina was on her knees with another teen cock in her mouth again.

Despite not wanting the blowjob to end, he really wanted to experience her pussy for a second time, so it wasn’t long before Logan pushed her onto her back and started fucking her hard and fast on the living room floor while constantly squeezing and sucking on her huge tits.

Gina let her body go limp and only sobbed pitifully while her son’s friend had his way with her.

When she heard him moan and then felt the warm spurts of his ejaculation inside her, she closed her eyes in relief that this nightmare was over.

After Logan got off her, she laid on her back for several minutes with her eyes closed while one hand tried to hide the cum leaking out of her bald pussy, and the other covered one of her breasts in exhausted shame.

Both boys had fucked her, and she expected them now to leave.

That was why she didn’t understand why they were now positioning her on her hands and knees.

But when she felt Mark’s cock slam into her soiled pussy from behind, she knew that her rape was still continuing.

“God damn it, I never want to stop fucking you, Mrs. Winters,” Mark exclaimed as he reached down to cup and squeeze her hanging boobs that hung down low enough to touch the carpet.

“Please, stop. No more,” she murmured weakly.

“Logan, do something to make her stop talking,” Mark said with obvious intent to his friend.

Gina felt a firm hand grip the brown hair on top of her head and lift her up until Logan was able to force his cock deep into her mouth.

Despite both having already had an orgasm, they were young, extremely excited, and both were still rock hard.

“Dude, we’re spit-roasting her!” Logan laughed before giving Mark a high-five.

“Yeah, and I’ve got a thumb in her ass too. None of the girls I’ve banged ever let me touch their assholes. Mrs. Winters, though, seems to like it,” Mark said cruelly.

But Gina did not like it at all.

Whenever her ex-husband was in an especially controlling and abusive mood, he’d always threaten her with anal sex if she didn’t want to do whatever he wanted, and always did it to her whenever she was drunk.

That thumb violating her asshole now hurt Gina terribly, but with a hard cock in her throat, she wasn’t in any position to complain or try to stop it.

After a good ten minutes of constant pounding at both ends, Logan’s cock exploded in her mouth to be quickly followed by Mark’s in her pussy.

Satisfied at last, the boys let her body collapse on the living room floor, and they stood and got dressed.

As Gina was curled up in a ball and pitifully crying on the floor, Marked asked Logan how much time they had.

While Logan was once again placing her panties in his pocket as a second souvenir, he received an answer to a text he had just made and replied to Mark, “They’re leaving Finn’s house in about 5 minutes. We should head out soon.”

“Help me lift her up,” Mark asked.

Once she was on her feet, Mark moved her brown hair away from her face so she could see him clearly when he spoke.

“Good job, Mrs. Winters. Tomorrow, Josh is going to get the news that he’s been promoted to team co-captain and will be playing in every game for the rest of the season. See how easy that was? You’re such a caring mother,” he said with obvious sarcasm.

“Please leave now,” she whispered with tears running down her face.

“We are, but remember a few things. You keep us happy, and Josh is happy. You keep us happy, and we’ll even make sure it’s Josh who makes the most goals. College scouts are going to love him. You keep us happy, and we’ll even help Josh keep up his straight A’s. Do you know what ‘happy’ means, Mrs. Winters?” Mark asked her.

Gina thought she knew what he meant, but desperately hoped she was wrong, so she slowly shook her head like she didn’t understand.

At that, Logan moved forward and grabbed her breasts roughly while Mark rammed his middle finger into her asshole.

For the first time today, Gina screamed at the top of her lungs and yelled out, “Yes! I know what it means! Sex! Blowjobs! Anything! Please, no more!”

Without releasing his strangling grip on her soft tits, Logan asked, “Whenever we want, right?”

“Yes!” she answered.

Mark leaned forward, curled his finger in her ass, and whispered, “And whatever we want, right?”

“Yes! Whatever you want,” Gina answered with tears running down her face.

“Ok then. Bye.” Mark said, and with no fanfare, both sexually satisfied teen boys walked out of her house.

Gina stood still until she heard the front door close, and then she gathered up her clothes, never noticing that her panties were missing, and slowly walked upstairs to cry on her bed.

By the time Josh got home a few hours later, she was dressed and was making dinner for the two of them.

Josh noticed how quiet his mother was and asked her if she was okay.

Gina said that she was just tired.

This was true; his two friends had raped her, but they didn’t really hurt her physically, just left her emotionally devastated.

After helping to clean up the dishes, Josh gave his mother a loving kiss on the top of her head and said, “I’m going upstairs to study. If you need me for anything, just ask. You should go to bed early. It might make you feel better.”

When Gina heard her kind and caring son close his bedroom door, she put her head on the kitchen table and started to cry.

Earlier that day, as the boys were driving away from Gina’s house, Logan said, “That was soooo fucked up! But so fucking good! Those tits are so big and so fucking soft. Her pussy is so warm. And I never really noticed how cute and full and round her ass was before today. I guess it helped that she was naked. Ha Ha! Very nice! I can’t believe that all happened. You sure we’re not going to get into trouble?”

“We should be good. We have her on video, on multiple occasions, asking us to fuck her. How is she going to cry rape with that? Plus, she’s not going to do anything to hurt or upset Josh. It’s perfect.” Mark answered.

“Dude, how can you not give a shit about Josh? We've all been friends for two years! I had fun too, but I also feel like an asshole. And he’ll literally fucking kill us if he ever finds out. I bet that Finn, Mason and a bunch of others will kill us, too. They all love Mrs. Winters,” Logan said.

“I know. We’ll have to do something about that,” Mark said.

“Like what?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know. My dad said he had some ideas,” Mark answered.

“I bet he does. I like your dad. He’s always been like a second father to me. And a great coach. But dude, no offense, you’re dad’s kinda fucked up in the head.” Logan said with a laugh.

“I know!” Mark agreed and laughed with his friend.



Monday, Day 4

Gina was barely able to function at work on Monday.

The memories from the previous day of her being blackmailed and raped by two of her son’s friends, whom she thought she knew well, were causing her to make mistakes and keeping her from focusing on anything.

She felt some relief when Josh called her in the afternoon with the big news that he had been promoted to team captain, but despite hearing the joy in his voice, she only wanted to cry.

But at least that part of the blackmail was honored.

Coming home that night and reading her mail didn’t make her day any better.

After closing her eyes and practically running through the living room to avoid looking at where she was raped, she read how one of her credit cards had gone to collections.

Gina dropped the mail onto the kitchen floor and opened up a bottle of wine while telling herself not to drink too much again.

When Josh got home from school and couldn’t stop ecstatically talking about being made co-captain, she had to pretend she was excited for him when she only felt like she was dying inside.

Ten minutes after an excited Josh left to go to Mason’s house to celebrate, an equally excited Mark paid Gina a visit.

After walking into the house unannounced, he remained silent as he stood in front of her, then began to take off his clothes.

“You don’t…I don’t..please…I can’t…This is wrong…” Gina stammered while failing to hold back tears.

Mark made a turnaround gesture with his finger.

Apprehensively, Gina turned around and faced away from him.

Mark slowly slid the zipper down on her tight pencil skirt and pulled it and her panties over the curves of her hips to the floor.

With his erection deep in the crack of her ass and his mouth sucking on her neck, Mark reached around and started unbuttoning her blouse.

“I have to free these big fucking tits. They look like they’re begging to be free,” the horny teen whispered into her ear.

Her bra and blouse joined her other clothes on the floor.

“You can thank me now for freeing your tits, Mrs. Winters,” He said while twisting both her nipples cruelly.

With tears in her eyes from both humiliation and pain, Gina thanked her blackmailer.

“Tell me how you want to fuck me today. Anal?” he asked just as he stabbed the first inch of his cock into the tiny entrance of her butthole.

“Noooo! Please no. I beg you,” she pleaded.

“Why? Am I too big?” Mark asked, hoping she would play along.

“Yes! Yes! Your cock is too big for my little asshole. Let me suck you. You love when I suck you, don’t you?” the desperate mother pleaded.

“I’m going to be nice to you. Just a regular pussy fuck today. But your ass is mine when I want it. Now, bend over,” Mark demanded while both his hands pushed her face down on the kitchen table.

Gina barely had time to do what he asked before she felt him ram his entire 7” cock into her pussy with one hard shove.

“Oooowww! That hurts. Go slow, please! I’m too dry!” Gina exclaimed, but Mark wasn’t listening.

Soon, the kitchen table started to move across the floor from the powerful thrusts Mark’s groin was making against her ass.

When he felt himself getting close to cumming, he had her turn around and lie on her back, and started fucking her again.

“Nothing better than seeing those huge fun bags shake all around,” he exclaimed.

Ten minutes later, Mark was dressed and gone, leaving Gina on the table with her legs spread and his cum leaking out of her pussy onto the floor.

An hour later, after getting dressed in different clothes and spraying the kitchen table with disinfectant, Gina heard the side door open.

Expecting it to be Josh, she asked, “What do you want for dinner, honey?”

But instead, she heard Logan, not her son, reply, “Nothing, but I have something for you to eat.”

“Logan, please. Not again. Josh will be home soon. I can’t...we can’t…” she started.

But Logan quickly cut her off, “I was just talking to Josh. He’s still at Mason’s house but leaving in a few minutes. We have about ten minutes before he comes home. I want a blowjob. So, stop talking. Let me see those tits and get on your knees.”

After looking at the clock on her living room wall, Gina submitted, took off her sweatshirt to reveal her braless breasts, and dropped to her knees in front of the horny teen.

Frantic, she unbuckled his jeans and freed his cock as fast as she could.

She didn’t have to worry, though.

Her talented oral sex skills had the teen shooting his cum down her throat and heading to the door several minutes later.

“Thanks, Mrs. Winters. You’re the best!” Logan called out.

With a groan, she picked up her sweatshirt and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Tuesday, Day 5

On Tuesday, work was just as horrible as on Monday, except when she got home from work, Josh was in the kitchen with Finn, Mason, Logan and Mark.

Gina stood frozen when she saw Logan and Mark look at her and politely say, “Hello, Mrs. Winters”.

She didn’t know how to react.

She had forgotten how to breathe.

It was only when Finn distracted her by offering her a piece of the pizza they were eating that she was able to ignore the anger and shame she was feeling and said, “No, thank you. I’m not hungry. It smells good, though.”

“I’ll save you some, Mom,” Josh said.

While Josh was excitedly telling his mother about the changes being made on the team, Gina couldn’t help but look at Finn and Mason with suspicion.

They were also there on Friday night.

Did they fuck her too?

If not, do they know what Logan and Mark did to her?

Are they all in on it?

But no, they were the same as always.

Happy, friendly and polite.

Only Mark and Logan had evil smirks on their faces, and they pretended to sound innocent while talking to her.

She excused herself and took the day's mail to her bedroom.

After taking off her heels, skirt and shirt, she sat on her bed and opened the mail, only to break down and start crying after opening more late bills.

The knock on her bedroom door startled her.

Before she could answer, the door opened, and Mark brazenly walked into the room.

“Nice of you to get undressed for me already. Josh and the others are in the basement, and Logan is keeping watch. Time for a quick blowjob, Mrs. Winters,” he said as he unbuckled his jeans.

“Oh my god. We just did it yesterday. This can’t be. Is this…?” she whispered in horror when she realized just how bad this blackmail was going to be.

“Yep, this is the way it is now. I’m horny all the time, thinking about having sex with you. Now, get to it,” Mark said while standing in front of her with his hard cock in his hand.

After Mark left with his balls fully drained, Logan came in for the same thing.

Wednesday, Day 6

Both boys knew Gina and Mark’s schedule and could easily communicate with Josh to ensure he wouldn’t catch them with his mom.

So Wednesday morning, after Mark drove to school but before Gina left for work, both boys stopped by for another spitroast sex session.

Later that day, Gina was called into a meeting with her two bosses, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Murphy.

Knowing that she had been late today because of what the two boys did to her in the morning and thinking that she had made so many mistakes this week, from the constant stress and anxiety from all the rapes and blackmail, she assumed she was in trouble and prayed that they weren’t going to fire her.

“Gina, we need to talk to you about something,” Mr. Murphy said seriously.

“Mr. Murphy, I know I’ve been a mess at work this week. I promise it won’t happen again. I just have a lot of horrible things happening at home right now,” she started to say.

“No, no, no. Your work is fine. We’re pleased with you. It’s just that we have an offer for you,” Mr. Murphy said.

“We’re on the verge of signing an essential client. It will double the size of the company,” Mr. Wilson said eagerly.

“That’s good,” Gina said, confused as to why she was there.

“Do you remember Mr. Green? He’s been in several times in the past few weeks. He’s the CEO of the company we’re talking about.” Mr. Murphy said.

Gina knew precisely who Mr. Green was.

He was the fat slob of a man who stared at her breasts while telling her horrible sexist jokes that she forced herself to laugh at while trapped behind the reception desk.

“Well, Mr. Green has taken a liking to you. He talks about you all the time. Ask all kinds of questions about you. He was very interested when we told him that you were recently divorced,” Mr. Murphy continued.

“Interested?” Gina asked, having no idea where this conversation was going.

“Very! So much so, he made spending time with you a condition of signing with us,” Mr. Wilson answered.

“Spending time with me? Like on a date? Isn't he married?” Gina asked, having no idea what he was talking about.

Focusing on the conversation with her bosses was challenging because her mind kept flashing back to her loving son and his two blackmailing friends.

They were so rough with her this morning.

She was nothing but a sex toy to two constantly horny teen boys.

“Yes, and yes, he’s married. But he’s become quite infatuated with you, though. He wants to spend the night with you. In bed,” he blatantly added to make sure Gina understood what they were asking.

“Oh my god!” Gina exclaimed with a look of disgust on her face.

“Now, now! We know how unorthodox and, frankly, horrible and insulting that sounds. We’re prepared to pay you well for it, though. $10,000 to spend the night with him, and if he signs the contract we’ve been working on, we’ll double your salary. Do you understand what we’re offering?” Mr. Murphy said quickly.

“5,000 dollars?” she asked incredulously.

Her head was reeling in confusion.

Immediately, she thought about how that money would pay off most of her bills and how the raise would keep her and Josh from losing the house in the future.

But to do what they are asking her to do, how could she do that, no matter the money?

“Yes, and in cash. $4K today and $6K on Monday, plus that raise if he signs with us,” Mr. Wilson added.

“Wha…When?” Gina stammered as she tried to clear her head.

“This Thursday night. He’s staying at a penthouse in a hotel in the city. We’ll pay for a makeover for you tomorrow and the clothes he wants you to wear,” Mr. Wilson said.

Had Gina been in her right mind and not traumatized by the repeated rapes she suffered over the past few days, and having totally lost her self-confidence from the divorce, she never would have said what she was about to say.

“I, I, desperately need that money, so…yes,” Gina said, not believing that she just agreed to prostitute herself.

“Outstanding! Here’s an envelope with the first half of the payment and an itinerary for what you need to do tomorrow, along with Mr. Green’s hotel room and address. Remember, his signing is contingent on you doing everything he wants to make him happy,” Mr. Murphy said.

“And to make him happy requires a few conditions,” Mr Wilson added.

“Conditions? What kind of conditions?” she asked in trepidation.

“Well, you see, it’s like this, ummm… There’s no gentle way to say this. He says you look exactly like his daughter. I mean, exactly like her, except that she has long blonde hair. So you’re going to need to wear a wig and um…well…you need to call him Daddy,” Mr Murphy said with a look of apprehension on his face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Gina asked in disgust.

“Nope. We’re dead serious. We’ll provide you with a wig and some other items to comply with Mr. Green's fetishes,” Mr. Murphy answered.

“Obviously, you can have the next two days off to get all the things you need done. Well, that’s it. That’s for agreeing! We’ll see you on Monday,” Mr. Wilson added as they rushed her out of the office and locked the door behind her before she had a chance to change her mind.

Gina’s ride home was a blurry memory.

When she got home, she absentmindedly kissed Josh on the head and went straight to her bedroom to read the itinerary for tomorrow night.

There it all was, all planned out on paper, along with an envelope with forty $100 bills.

Appointments have been made for her to undergo body waxing, wig fitting, lingerie purchasing, dress fitting, a makeover, and to secure a room in the same hotel as Mr. Green, making it easy for her to change.

Gina couldn’t believe she had agreed to do this, but what choice did she have?

Her only other option was to beg her ex-husband for more money.

She was already a blackmailed sexual plaything for two teen boys.

At this point, what did it matter if she had sex with another man for money?

While eating the dinner that Josh had made, Gina told him that she was going to a conference for work tomorrow and wouldn’t be home until late Friday afternoon.

Thursday, Day 7

The rest of Wednesday night had been uneventful, but in the morning, Gina had to let Mark into the house for the latest blackmail sex session.

Her hope to get it over quickly was dashed when, with a smiling face, Mark waved a bottle of anal lube in front of her face while he told her he didn’t have to be at school for another hour.

An hour later, with her asshole feeling like it was on fire, Gina was driving towards her first appointment of the day.

First on the list was a full-body wax.

Even before they were married, Roger had demanded that she always keep her pussy shaved bare, and it had become such a habit that she never stopped, even after he was gone.

So it came as a surprise when her pubic area was even smoother after a waxing.

Next were two very expensive bleach-blonde wigs that reached down to her lower back and ended with large curls.

One was straight, and the other had wild curves.

But these were not cheap Halloween wigs.

They were extremely expensive, like something you'd see in a Hollywood movie.

The next stop was a lingerie store where they had numerous erotic items ready for her, and she only had to pick the size that fit her.

The same thing happened at the next appointment: several different and outrageously slutty cocktail dresses of various lengths, including matching high heels.

After her makeover, she checked into her hotel room.

It was 5:30 PM, and her last “appointment” was in an hour.

Naked, she looked at herself in a full-length mirror and was struck by how absolutely beautiful she looked.

With her wig of straight blonde hair and makeup so perfectly done, she didn’t recognize herself.

Her pubic area was so bare from the waxing that her skin down there was shiny in the light.

Due to all the stress and anxiety during the divorce that kept her from eating, all the fat that Roger had complained about over the years was gone.

Even her legs looked toned despite the fact that she seldom worked out.

Mr. Green had provided several bras and panties in matching colors that were also so sheer that it was practically see-through.

The bra she had chosen for tonight was a half-cut strapless bra.

Its frame struggled to contain the tit-flesh that was put into it, but succeeded in shaping her huge breasts into two perfectly half-round globes high on her chest.

Equally sheer, black thigh-highs that ended at the very top of her legs completed the lingerie.

Gina thought that the dress she chose was interesting, to say the least.

They were all provocative, but this one looked especially intriguing in the hotel room lights.

Strapless, it entirely showed the top halves of both breasts and only came down her thighs enough to cover the tops of the stockings.

Its navy blue sparkling material was paper-thin and stretchy enough so that it wrapped around her body like it was painted on.

The sparkles reflected the overhead lights so well that the dress looked like it was made of glitter.

With 6” black stiletto heels, large hoop earrings and some fake diamond jewelry, Gina thought that she looked like a perfect high-class prostitute.

Which, she thought remorsefully, she was.

The fact that this man, who thought that she looked like his daughter and wanted to have sex with her while she was dressed like this, was making her feel sick.

With a final sigh, she left her room, got in the elevator, and made her way to Mr. Green's penthouse suite.

After she knocked, the penthouse door opened, and what she saw didn’t make her any less ill.

Mr. Green was bald, 63 years old, stood 5’8”, weighed 275 lbs of mostly fat, covered in black body hair, and had a large 8” penis that curved to the right when fully erect.

And Gina knew most of this because Mr. Green had opened the door without wearing any clothes.

“Come in, my little kitten. Come in! Would you like something to drink?” he said with a smile as he ushered her into his room with a hand on her ass.

Before Gina could answer, she was handed a glass of champagne.

Since she hadn’t eaten much today, she had hoped that they were going to have dinner before sex, but it was obvious that Mr. Green wasn’t going to waste any time with that.

With the intent to make alcohol her ally tonight, the fake blonde tilted her head back and drained the glass.

Mr. Green was smiling for many reasons at that moment, but one was because he had put enough drugs in that one glass to make his “daughter” be absolutely compliant and orgasmic for the next several hours.

And he had many more glasses planned for when the effect from that one started to fade.

After she said, ”Thank you, Daddy,” his erect and viagra enhanced cock twitched in anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.

Friday, Day 8

It was 7 PM the next day when Gina opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed in her own hotel room, having no idea how she got there.

Except for her high heels and blonde wig, she was naked.

All of her clothes were neatly folded on a chair next to the bed.

She could see flowers, bottles of water and various cut fruit and chocolate on the kitchen counter.



Gina felt hungover but didn’t remember drinking any more than a few glasses of champagne.

“Are those bruises on my breasts?” she asked herself in concern before realizing they were only hickeys.

Dozens and dozens of hickeys were all over her body, but especially her breasts.

Memories of the last 24 hours started to fill her mind.

The tired brunette didn’t think that a man could have as many orgasms as Mr. Green had inside her body.

It wasn’t until 2 PM today that he ejaculated inside her for the last time.

Mr. Green definitely had an overwhelmingly perverse affection for his daughter.

Gina’s whole body ached, especially her asshole, from constant sex and physical contact, but not from any desire on his part to hurt her intentionally.

Except for the times when he was actually having casual conversations with his daughter, and then their sex took a much darker turn, that is.

Mr. Green had called his daughter several times during that 24-hour sex period, and always while he was having sex with Gina.

Often, he had his daughter on speaker while his phone was hidden under Gina’s long blonde hair, which allowed him to fully immerse himself in the fantasy that he was fucking his daughter instead of Gina.

Once, he even had his daughter on a video call so he could see her face while Gina was giving him a rim job and then deep-throating his cock.

Unfortunately for Gina, all the father/daughter conversations ended in a heated argument, which led to Mr. Green taking his frustrations with his daughter out on Gina’s tiny little asshole.

What Gina couldn’t figure out was how so many of her memories were of how amazing the sex with Mr. Green was.

Physically, he was grotesque, and despite the fact that he had bathed before she got to his room, he still reeked of foul body odor.

His breath was horrid, and just being near his perpetually sweating and hairy body made her nauseous.

But despite all that, he had made her cum several times.

What’s even more embarrassing is that she had willingly done perverted sex acts that she would have absolutely refused to do for her ex-husband or any man, no matter how much she was being paid.

“Why did I do all those horrid things? What is the matter with me? Oh my god, were there others in bed with me that night as well? Who else did I have sex with?” she asked herself in concern.

Then she remembered.

When Mr. Green needed a break or a nap, Gina was given to his three personal assistants, who also acted as bodyguards and chauffeurs.

Although large and muscular, they were each kind and only used her body to relieve themselves of their sexual tensions.

At first, it didn’t make any sense to her why Mr. Green even had bodyguards.

Why would a businessman need such protection 24/7?

But after overhearing a few of his phone calls and things he said to his men, Gina realized that many of Mr. Green’s other businesses weren’t legitimate at all.

After she showered and got dressed, she found an envelope of money and a note on the counter that said, “The room is paid for until Saturday if you wish to stay. Thank you, my sweet kitten. Here is a little extra since we went longer than just a night, and you were so agreeable.”

At that, Gina grunted in disgust as she remembered how she was agreeable to all his sexual needs.

Inside the envelope was $5,000.

“Well, that helps make it all a little better. $15K for 24 hours of humiliating sex. I can pay off my debt with the collection agencies and get back to normal with my other bills. And the raise at work should keep my head above water. Now, to figure out how to end this horrific blackmail I’ve gotten myself into,” Gina thought.

Unfortunately, she had no idea how to do that.



To avoid being visited by the boys that day, Gina didn’t check out her hotel room until 8:00 PM and was home by 9:30.

Josh didn’t have any stories to tell about his last two days, other than he had gotten A grades on two tests and that he was excited about Saturday’s game.

It was the first time since he became co-captain, and the Coach was letting him run the whole thing.

While she was proud of her son for his good grades, she had to pretend to be excited about the game.

The thought of being around Mark and Logan in any capacity filled her with dread, and she didn’t know what she’d say or do if she ran into Mark’s father, Coach Marshal.

Saturday, Day 9

Despite Josh scoring two goals, his team tied 3- 3.

Now, they needed to win the next four games to win the soccer championship.

Just before Gina left the stands to go to her car, she heard a gruff voice behind her say, “Excuse me, Mrs. Winters. Can I have a word with you?”

It was Coach Marshal.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Marshal?” she asked him coodly while trying to hide the rage she was feeling for him.

“That’s Coach to you, Gina. Just Coach. Come with me to my office. We need to discuss something,” he said sternly.

“We can talk here,” Gina said, feeling safer and more confident with people around.

Coach Marshal was 48 years old, 6’ 5”, muscular, had a crew cut and was in every way an intimidating man.

“No, we can’t. It concerns your son’s future. Follow me. Now,” he commanded before walking back to a side door in the High School.

Seeing no recourse, Gina sighed and followed behind him.

The door led down a short hallway isolated from the boys' locker room and stopped at a side door to his office.

Once in the office, Gina noticed that the wall facing the showers and lockers was made of glass. The bewildered mother was shocked to see some of the boys changing, while others were in the showers.

“Relax. It’s a two-way mirror. No one can see you here with me. And oddly enough, everyone on the team this year is 18 years old or older, so you can legally enjoy the view,” the Coach said as he locked both doors to his office.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice trembling as she feared the worst.

Coach just smiled at her with his arms crossed across his chest.

“I want what you’ve been giving my son. Now strip!” he replied while sliding his sweatpants down and stepping out of them to reveal a rapidly hardening and monstrous 10” cock.

Aghast at the size of his member and his obvious expectation of what she was supposed to do with it, Gina covered her mouth and shook her head no.

“You don’t get to say no to me. Ever. Now strip! Or I call your son in here and explain everything to him!” Coach demanded.

Knowing that she had no choice, and while fighting back tears, Gina removed her pants, panties, and shirt before Coach told her to stop.

While she stood before him, naked except for her bra, he exclaimed, “Holy shit. My son was right. They are fucking huge. Take the bra off, but slowly.”

Just as the H-cup bra fell onto the ground, a soccer ball bounced off the glass and startled Gina so badly that she jumped forward into the coach’s arms.

“Yeah, baby. So eager to please. I love it,” he said as he sucked on her tits while his hands roamed all over her naked body.

“Your tits are huge but firm and round, and your ass is big too, but it’s curvy and tight. Usually sluts like you with huge tits have thick arms and a chubby stomach, but not you. Arms are thin, and your stomach is soft and smooth. Pussy totally shaved. Very nice! You sure you’re a mom and not a stripper or a pornstar?” Coach laughed.

After a few minutes, Coach turned her around so she was facing the mirror and positioned his cock in between the cheeks of her ass while squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples hard.

Gina could clearly see the bodies of fifteen very athletic 18-year-old boys in various stages of undress.

Coach kicked her ankles apart to make her spread her legs and started to rub the head of his cock back and forth along her pussy from behind to make her wet while pushing her forward so her massive tits were pressed into the glass.

“Are you sure they can’t see me?” she asked in a panic.

“They can’t see you, but you can see them,” Coach told her as he slid the first half of his cock into her pussy from behind.

“Oh my god!” Gina cried out at both the sudden intrusion of his massive member and also because she was now looking at the naked body of her son in the showers.

“Does that make you hot, getting fucked from behind while looking at your son? Holy shit, it does! You’re pussy juice is drenching my balls, and we’ve barely started,” Coach sadistically asked her while slamming his whole 10 inches into her and making the top front of her naked body press tight against the glass.

“Nooo!” she cried, turning her head away, but Coach grabbed her brown hair at the back of her head and kept her looking forward.

Things were happening too fast for Gina.

Everything felt surreal.

Why was she so close to cumming already?

Voyeuristically and against her will, seeing all these athletic, naked and half-naked teen boys, including her son, so close to her was turning her on.

To make matters worse, because Coach’s penis was so large and long, it was hitting every sensitive part of her vagina.

Incredibly, Gina found herself on a runaway train heading toward an orgasm.

Despite knowing how wrong it was, she couldn’t take her eyes off her son’s cock and toned body.

Being his mom, she had seen her son naked in the past, but seldom since he started puberty.

The few times she had accidentally seen it, though, had been enough to let her know that Josh didn’t inherit his father’s average-sized penis.

Even though it was soft now, as he walked towards his locker, she suspected that it might be as big as the Coach’s.

Just before she was going to look away, Coach reached his hand around and started rubbing directly on her stiff clit, and Gina slammed her hands against the glass as a sudden orgasm ripped through her body that left her legs weak and shaking.

The wave of ecstasy was so overwhelming that if Coach hadn't still been pressing her massive boobs against the glass and lifting her up from behind, there was no way she could have remained standing.

Despite all that, Gina’s eyes never stopped looking at her son’s penis.

Hearing that sudden banging noise coming from Coach’s office, all the boys in the locker room looked at the mirrored glass with concern.

When Gina saw all the boys, especially her son Josh, look directly at the mirror where her eyes were, she thought they could see her and see what was happening to her.

That her own son could see her large breasts crushed up against the glass and his Coach rubbing her clit while fucking her from behind.

This all should have horrified her, but it didn’t.

Instead, it triggered another orgasm, twice as strong as the first and left her unable to stand and unable to breathe.

But Coach didn’t let her fall.

Instead, he fucked her even harder, like he wanted to use her body to break the glass in front of them.

Several minutes later, all the boys were gone, but Coach was still fucking Gina from behind at the same rapid pace as when he started.

When he felt himself getting close to cumming, he pulled out and sat on his office chair while dragging Gina with him.

Once she was on her knees between his legs, Coach said, “Now, blowjob time. All the way to my balls and swallow every drop. I know you can do it. I saw it all on video while you were sucking off my son. All the way! Do you hear me?”

Shamed at how she had just lost control of her body, Gina only said, “Yes, Coach,” before doing exactly what he demanded.

Gina had never in her life performed oral sex on a penis as large as the one now filling her mouth, but a rush of adrenaline ripping through her body since the Coach first touched her removed any restraint.

She had to stand and practically bend her body in half to get her mouth at the right angle to deepthroat him like Coach demanded.

Soon her red lips were pressed into his pubic hair, and most of his 10-inch cock was being massaged by her throat.

Even her ex-husband would have been impressed with that accomplishment.

Later, Gina was still on her knees between his legs, with the side of her face resting on one of his thighs while she licked every last drop of semen off his cock like Coach demanded her to do. Coach said, “Fuck, your mouth is like every man’s fantasy. What kind of shitty wife were you that your husband walked away from that?”

He had just shot a massive load of cum into her mouth and was running his hands through her curly brown hair in appreciation.

Because his penis was so large, her jaw and throat ached.

Gina quickly gulped down his semen but refused to answer that hurtful question and asked, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Blackmailing me for sex? And you’re married! What happens if your wife finds out?”

“If she finds out, I will break Josh’s legs or worse,” Coach replied with no emotion while he slapped his half-hard cock against her cheeks.

“Oh my god,” Gina said, wiping the sperm spittle from her chin.

The horrific seriousness of her blackmail situation was becoming more and more overwhelming.

“We need to go over some things. I’ve got a lot of money riding on winning the soccer championship this year. I mean a lot. It was supposed to be a sure thing, but my best goalie and my assistant coach moved away, so it’s just me coaching, and now it’s going to be tough to win. Josh is a good captain. My son is good. The whole team is good, but they need motivation to be great. And there’s no better motivation than sex. That’s where you come in,” he said with a confident smile.

“You sick…what the hell are you talking about? How can I be..” she began before he cut her off.

“I’m not sure yet. I was thinking something like one goal earns a blowjob type of thing. Or maybe a sliding pussy scale, so to speak. 1st goal earns a titfuck. 2nd earns a blowjob, three goals in one game wins your pussy, and whoever gets four goals in one game gets to fuck your ass. Yeah! Those guys would go fucking crazy trying to score goals,” Coach said while laughing.

Gina felt like she would have a panic attack when she remembered how Josh scored two goals just an hour ago.

If Coach’s plan had been in effect, she would have been on her knees and giving her own son a blowjob today.

Before she could speak, the Coach continued, “But that’s not really fair for the rest of the team that never gets a chance to score, like the goalie. So, I’m thinking this. There are four more games before the finals. We need to win them all. The first game we win, the whole team gets a tit-fuck. 2nd, blowjob. 3rd, a good old-fashioned fuck. Fourth win, which is the championship, you take the whole team up your asshole. Luckily for you, we only have fifteen guys on the team this year. Last year, we had twenty-two.”

“No! No way. I don’t care what happens. I’m never doing that! You sick, sick fuck! Isn’t blackmailing and raping me enough for you?” Gina screamed.

“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt. You don’t have a choice. Like I said, I have a lot of money already bet on us winning the playoffs, and I’m legit doing this because I know the team will be unbeatable with those big fucking tits for motivation. And the thought of you sucking off or even fucking your son is just… hysterical to me,” Coach said with an evil smile.

Gina stared at the floor, emotionally broken and not knowing what to say.

“Lucky for you, though, I can’t figure out a good way to do it without your son figuring out it’s you. Maybe a dark room? Make all the kids wear blindfolds? Have you wear a mask or something? Doesn’t matter to me. You’re fucking doing it anyway. It has to be good, though, because this whole blackmail party ends if Josh finds out what’s been happening. But don’t forget. If that happens by this point, his life gets turned inside out. No more soccer, no good grades, no scholarship chance. If he finds out that you’ve been fucking his friends and me. His life is fucked. Your relationship with him is fucked. Everything with him is fucked. The only thing you can do to keep your son’s whole life from getting fucked is…to fuck him,” Coach explained while laughing at his own joke.

Gina couldn’t speak after hearing all that madness.

But it was all true, and she could only stand there in shock with her mouth wide open.

“But if you do what I ask and his team wins the State Championship, I’m going to be happy. And if I’m happy, I’m going to make sure all the college scouts hear a lot of praise from me about your son. If I’m happy, I’ll make sure your son gets straight A’s even if he fails miserably. If I’m happy, I’ll write an amazing letter of recommendation. But, if I’m not,” Coach said while slowly shaking his head back and forth.

Just then, Gina’s cell phone dinged, telling her that she got a text.

It was Josh.

Her sweet, innocent boy was asking where she was and if she wanted him to buy her her favorite coffee.

He was always trying to do anything to help her and make her happy.

Gina knew that she had to do the same for him.

What she was being blackmailed into doing was absolute insanity, but that’s what her whole life was now.

As if someone else was speaking, she heard herself say, “I have a wig, and if I wore an eye mask with make-up and dressed a certain way, he would never recognize me,” she said.

“Eye mask? What kind of eye mask?” Coach asked.

“Something you’d use for a masquerade ball or for Mardi Gras,” Gina explained.

In response, Coach nodded in approval, and so did his rapidly rehardening dick.

“Grab that bottle of Vaseline off my desk. Your mouth was as good as my son said. Now to see if he’s right about your ass, too,” he told her.

As she got to her feet to do as he said, Gina felt no emotion.

Her mind was trying to warn her about how much damage Coach’s massive cock would do to her little asshole, but she didn’t care.

She felt like she had already died and gone to hell.

Later that night, after Mark and Logan had paid Gina a visit for sex while Josh was out celebrating with his teammates, Gina was standing naked in front of her bedroom mirror with her blonde wig on.

Trying her best to ignore the taste of Mark’s cum in her mouth, the excessive moisture in her vagina from Logan’s recent semen deposit and the lingering burning sensation from having anal sex with Coach several hours ago, she was trying to prepare for tomorrow.

In her hands, she was holding a masquerade eye mask from a costume party she and Roger had attended several years ago.

The eye mask was multicolored, exquisite in design and detail, and covered her nose and eyes well, along with the upper part of her face.

She planned to cover all the exposed skin around the eye holes with dark makeup to disguise herself further.

Since Josh had never seen the mask, she was confident that her son wouldn’t recognize it or her.

Gina was slightly worried about him recognizing her body, though, but since she hardly

ever wore sexy outfits around the house, she was confident that he’d never think about her when he saw her in one of those slutty cocktail dresses.

She didn’t think Josh had even seen her in a bathing suit except when he was a child.

Other than trying to talk differently and wearing perfume that she had never worn before, Gina couldn’t think of any other way to disguise herself and prayed it would be enough.

The plan for tomorrow was to introduce her to the team after practice and explain her role as the “motivation” in the Coach's plan.

She needed to take a ride-share to the high school so Josh wouldn’t see his mom’s car.

Once there, Coach would escort her through the side door he only used and keep Gina in his office until the big reveal.

Sunday, Day 10

Gina stood nervously in the Coach’s office while she waited for Josh's soccer practice to end.

She had taken an anti-anxiety pill earlier, but still felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack.

Gina had also drunk a few glasses of wine before her rideshare had picked her up, and she wished she had taken the rest of the bottle with her to school.

Her mind constantly went over the plan details that he had quickly told her before he joined the team on the field.

That her name was Barbie and that he had turned off several of the lights in the locker room to make it darker so she would not be recognized.

He would explain the mask and how she didn’t want to talk.

She couldn’t believe she was here.

She couldn’t believe what she was wearing.

She couldn’t believe what she was going to do.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what she might have to do with her son.

The sudden rush of noise that filled the locker room told her that practice was over and the team was here.

Through the two-way mirror, she could see them, but they couldn’t see her.

Some were changing, some were showering, all were laughing, and her son seemed especially happy.

When the boys were showered and dressed, she watched as the coach stood in front of the mirror and gathered all fifteen teens before him.

She heard him discuss what they needed to do to win the championship.

She noticed a puzzled look on all their faces as he explained his idea for motivating the team.

Then she saw all the looks of puzzlement turn into joyous lust and cheers.

“She’s in my office right now. You want to see her? You all want to see the special prize you’re all playing for?” Coach asked.

A thunderous roar of “Yes!” echoed in the locker room.

“Barbie! Come on out!” the Coach yelled out.

Gina expected lots of hooting and howling when she walked out of Coach’s office, but instead, there was absolute silence except for the sound her stiletto heels made against the cement floor as she walked to stand beside the Coach.

The way she was dressed before these teenage boys was totally perverted.

Pink 6” high heels.

Sheer pink fishnet thigh-highs.

A pink sparkly paper-thin skin-tight dress that barely covered her ass and only the bottom half of her braless breasts.

Shiny pink lipstick.

A long, curly-haired blonde wig covered her shoulders and halfway down her back.

A multi-colored and pearl-studded masquerade mask.

No bra or panties.

She looked like a living and breathing pornographic Barbie doll.

All the teenage boys were in awe as they looked at her.

The way each of her breasts bounced up and down, showing the top half of her areolas and threatening to spill out of the top of her dress with each step, mesmerized them.

“Coach, are you fucking serious?” Mark asked his dad with fake disbelief.

He and Logan were going to pretend that they were as surprised as the rest of the team and do whatever was necessary to make sure that Josh didn’t suspect that “Barbie” was actually his mom.

Questions came in rapid-fire, but only the most important ones were clearly answered and explained by Coach.

“Look, she’s wearing that mask to protect her identity. Even though you’re all over 18, she can get into a lot of trouble doing all the sex shit you’re going to earn here at the high school if you win a game,” Coach explained.

That made perfect sense to all the boys, and they never questioned it again.

“One other very important thing: NO CAMERAS ARE ALLOWED! THAT MEANS NO PICTURES AND NO VIDEOS can be taken of Barbie, EVER! If pictures ever get out, that’s called evidence, and we can all get in trouble, and that’s not going to happen. Understand?” Coach yelled out.

“Yes, Coach!” was the response.

“Like I said, after the first game we win, Barbie gives everyone on the team, whether you play or not, a tit-job,” Coach said.

“Coach, um, what’s a tit-job mean exactly?” Jeff asked in embarrassment.

Most of the boys started laughing at him, but a few also asked the same question in support of Jeff.

At that, Gina cringed, guessing that many of these boys might not have yet kissed a girl.

“Everyone shut up! Good question, Jeff. Not everyone watches porn all day like you do, Danny. It’s when a woman wraps her tits around your johnson, then moves them up and down until you shoot your load. Barbie, show them what they will earn for winning the first game,” Coach directed.

During all of this, Gina refused to look at her son.

Instead, her eyes scanned the room, trying to avoid eye contact with any of the boys.

After Coach told her what to do, she swallowed and took two steps forward into the half circle of teenage boys in front of her, wiggled her hips, and seductively used her hands to pull down the top of her dress until both her massive, round breasts popped free.

The room was suddenly full of gasps, whistles and exclamations.

It was a little cold in the locker room, so Gina's nipples were erect.

After her palms moved over them just now, she felt a small wave of pleasure wash over her body and sensed that her pussy was starting to moisten.

“No! NO! There is no way in hell that I’m getting turned on by doing this!” Gina yelled at herself.

“I think we all know what a blow job is. So let's skip that and get a look at what we are getting after we win the 3rd game. Which we’re going to!” Mark yelled to his father with a knowing smile.

“Barbie?” The coach said with a grin.

Holding back tears, Gina forced a smile as she slowly lifted the bottom of her dress to her waist and showed all the horny teen boys her perfectly bare vagina.

“Holy shit!” was the most common response to seeing her smooth pussy area glistening in the overhead lights.

“I can’t really see it too well. Spread your legs out wide and rub your pussy,” Logan asked to the approval of all in the room.

While Gina submissively spread her legs and touched herself, she saw Mark talking to Josh, which made her hands shake in anxiety about what they might be discussing.

“No…! Why am I so wet down there? This is obscene! I shouldn’t be getting…” she thought to herself.

Her son smiled at whatever Mark said while she had two fingers deep in her pussy.

Their eyes met, and her anxiety instantly disappeared the moment her shaking fingers touched her clit.

For the second time in two days, Gina had an orgasm while looking at her son.

After seeing the sexy blonde’s mouth open wide to let out a passionate cry and her legs shaking, many of the more sexually experienced boys knew what had just happened and started laughing.

This led the rest to start asking the others what was so funny.

Soon, they all started asking to see Barbie give herself another orgasm.

Gina looked at Coach for pity and a way out, but found none.

Instead, he handed her an empty water bottle and said, “Here, this might help you some.”

Mortified, Gina refused to look anywhere near her son and quickly used the bottle to masturbate herself in front of 15 horny teenage boys.

After a few minutes, she faked a second orgasm to end her shocking display as quickly as possible.

None of the boys noticed or cared that her moaning was fake.

They were all focused on how the bottle was getting into her pussy before them.

What Mark had suggested to Josh was that he should show his leadership to the team and tell Barbie to turn around, bend over and spread her ass cheeks so they could see her asshole.

Which is what Josh did as soon as Gina handed the pussy soaked water bottle to Coach.

Hearing her son's voice directing her to perform such a lewd act made Gina angry and sad at the same time.

But, thankful that it gave her an opportunity to turn her back toward him, Gina did as she was told.

After she spread her ass and showed them all her asshole, Coach said, “See, boys, your new co-captain is already looking forward to you all winning the fourth game and final game.”

After a round of applause and agreement, the Coach tossed Josh the water bottle that had just been up his mom’s pussy.

“Here, Josh, you earned yourself a drink for that!” Coach said with a smile.

Hearing that, Gina had to stop herself from whirling around in a panic to stop her son from doing what she feared.

Eleven boys on the team were envious of Josh and were wondering what Barbie’s pussy tasted like, while two other boys and their coach knew exactly how it was.

“Hmm, nice!” Josh said after licking the outside of the bottle.

“Coach! Can we touch her?” Logan called out eagerly while Gina stood up and faced the room full of teens.

This launched a rapid series of similar questions.

The boys got so unruly that Coach had to yell at them to calm down.

The boys weren’t considering Gina at all.

To them, she was just an object, a prize, just a piece of meat for them to play with.

“What do your team captains say to that?” the Coach asked.

Gina couldn’t help herself from staring at her son with a look of pleading in her eyes.

Unfortunately for her, any emotion in her eyes was fully camouflaged by her mask and make-up.

Mark said it was up to Josh, and Josh yelled out, “Hell yeah!”

“Well, okay, then. Don’t touch her mask, ever! And don’t pull her hair. Anyone ever does that, and the whole thing is over and done with. I mean it! Other than that, let your hands go wherever you want!” Coach’s voice boomed out.

Mark and Logan held back, but the other thirteen boys rushed forward and surrounded Gina.

For what felt like the longest ten minutes of her life, twenty-six hands, including her son’s, molested every inch of her body with total abandon.

Afraid that Josh would know it was her if he heard her voice, Gina closed her eyes and said nothing while her breasts and ass were roughly squeezed, pinched and twisted, while their exploring fingers violated her vagina.

Some of the more aggressive young men twisted her nipples cruelly while another did the same to her now very prominent clit.

Soon, boys were on their knees, pulling her thigh-highs down to her ankles, and her dress was pushed up and down so it looked like she was wearing a sparkling pink belt around her waist.

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide when two fingers were put into her mouth, and she could taste her own pussy juice on them.

In absolute horror, she saw that it was her own son’s fingers, and his smiling face was only inches from her own.

But before she could even think to turn her face away from him, she screamed out in pain when several boys had become confident enough to invade her dry and tight asshole with multiple digits.

At that, the Coach called out, “Easy, boys, easy. Don’t break anything that you might want to use later. That’s probably a good enough taste of things to come if you start winning games.”

Reluctantly, the boys let go of her mouth, neck, breasts, shoulders, back, stomach, ass, pussy, thighs and calves.

While they watched her fix her dress, many had their fingers under their noses or mouths as they smelled and tasted all of Gina’s various scents.

“Thank you, Barbie. Now go wait in my office while I talk to the team,” Coach said.

All the boys’ eyes, including the Coach's, were laser-focused on Gina’s round and full ass while she walked back into the room.

Before the “click clack” sounds from her heels stopped, Coach continued, “Now, just a reminder. We keep all this to ourselves. No pictures and no videos. If even a word gets out about any of this, we’re done. Can’t tell anyone! If you do, you’ll ruin everything. No more soccer. No more team. No college is going to want any of you fuckers. But if we win the championship? You guys are all superstars!”

Before the coach could continue, the whole team erupted in enthusiastic applause.

“Next practice is Wednesday!” the Coach said as he dismissed them.

Once all the boys left, he walked into his office and told Gina to start sucking his dick.

While she did so, he called his wife and told her he’d be home in an hour.

“That was fucking wild!” Josh told his friends, Logan and Mark, as they walked to their cars.

“Yeah! I’ve never seen a woman that beautiful in person before,” Mark said on purpose to dissuade Josh from thinking “Barbie” was in any way familiar.

“Coach got us a fucking pornstar to play with! A genuine fucking pornstar,” Logan said with the same intent before they drove off.

An hour later, Gina walked into her house.

Josh was making himself a burger for lunch.

“Hi, Mom. How was your fun day of shopping? Do you want me to make you a burger?” Josh asked her.

Gina was starving, but because her jaw was throbbing in pain from opening as wide as it could go to accommodate Coach’s massive cock for the last 45 minutes, she sadly replied, “No, thank you. Shopping was good. How was practice today?”

“It was good. Different! We have some new plans. Hopefully, it will make us win enough games to win the championship. Coach told me today that there will be two college scouts in the stands for next week's game. He knows them and will be talking to them about me. Can you believe that? How lucky am I? So, cross your fingers that we win it,” Josh said with a smile.

“I know you will, honey. Don’t worry,” Gina replied while forcing herself to smile.

“Mark, Logan and Mason are coming over later. Mason’s going to show us how to change the brakes in my car,” Josh said.

Gina desperately wanted to tell her son not to invite Mark and Logan to the house, but she couldn’t.

Instead, she said, “Ok, honey. I’ll be doing some yard work while they are here,” hoping that her two blackmailers would leave her alone if she were outside the house.

Unfortunately for the tormented mom, being outside didn’t stop her from being sexually abused by her son’s two friends when they could step away from Josh and Mason, who were at the front of the house.

Hidden behind the garden shed in a remote corner of the backyard, Logan forced Gina to give him a blowjob while Mark fucked her from behind while she was on her hands and knees in a pile of leaves.

Monday, Day 11

The next day, five minutes after Josh left for school, Mark and Logan walked into Gina’s house and demanded that she get on her knees and suck them both off at the same time.

“Please, no. No more. We just did it yesterday. I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t be late for work today. Please, not today,” Gina pleaded while they were unbuttoning her shirt and unzipping her pencil skirt.

Both boys knew that Josh left for school at 7:00 AM and Gina didn’t leave for work until 8:30, so that gave them an hour and a half window to make her have sex with them.

All Mark and Logan had to worry about was being late for school, and they didn’t care about that.

“Come on, Mrs. Winters. You don’t expect us to go to school and have a hard-on all day, do you?” Mark said while squeezing her now fully exposed tits hard enough to make her cry out in pain.

“Yeah, but we’re in a hurry, too. So, the faster you make us cum, the faster we’ll be gone,” Logan said with a knowing smile to Mark.

The first class for both boys was an hour away, and no matter how hard she tried to end her rape quickly, they spent all that time fucking Gina in every position they wanted.

An hour later, Gina was wiping the tears and traces of the boy’s cum off her face while she drove to work.

Mr. Wilson and Mr. Murphy were waiting for her in the lobby.

“Gina, we need to speak to you before you clock in. Let’s go to the conference room,” Mr. Murphy said.

“I know I’m late, Mr. Murphy. It won’t happen again,” she pleaded as they entered the room.

“After what you did last week, it’s fine. That’s what we have to talk to you about. We wanted to thank you. Mr. Green decided to sign with us,” Mr. Murphy declared.

Elated, Gina responded, “That’s…good. What happens now?”

Murphy smiled and said, “Now we do as we promised. You get a contract and a pay raise.”

“The next few days will stay much the same for all of us, but things will get busier as we take on more and more work. Hopefully, we can move you into the Marketing Department, where you have the experience we need,” Wilson admitted.

“Here’s the rest of the money from the deal. What happened to earn it never happened and won’t ever be mentioned again,” Murphy said while handing her an envelope with the rest of her money.

With a happy sigh, Gina said, “That sounds perfect.”

When she got home from work, Gina was so elated at how her financial situation had reversed that she didn’t notice Mark’s car parked on the street close to her house.

But there he was, standing in her kitchen with his pants unbuttoned and his dick standing at attention, waiting for her.

“Oh my god! Where is Josh? No! No more! You can’t expect me to do this multiple times a day! I refuse! Get out!” she pleaded.

“Josh is with Finn, picking up a pizza. They’ll be back in about…5 or 6 minutes. Do you want to explain to Josh why I have my dick out? Get the fuck on your knees and suck me off. Now.” Mark said calmly and firmly.

In utter defeat, Gina glanced at the clock on the wall, dropped the two shopping bags she held, and walked toward him.

“I fucking hate you! I hope you fucking…” but whatever she was going to say was cut off by Mark grasping the front of her shirt, ripping it open, and sending buttons flying across the kitchen floor.

“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told!” Mark yelled while using a solid grip on her tits under her bra to push her down to her knees in front of him.

Mark had always had a mean streak when it came to sex, but before Gina, he’d never had an opportunity to act on it.

Now, the blackmail with which he controlled Gina allowed him to experiment, explore and act out his darkest wishes without any fear of retribution.

To him, that was an emotional high that quickly became almost as climactic as the sex.

So what followed next was 4 minutes of the most violent oral rape Gina had ever experienced.

Mark’s entire seven-inch-long cock remained buried in her mouth and down her throat for the whole time while he rapidly lunged back and forward, while he gripped the back of her head like he was trying to crush it.

To avoid the sudden agony she was feeling in her neck and shoulders, Gina had to desperately move her body across the floor to follow wherever Mark was directing her.

By the time he shot several strands of his hot cum directly down her throat and into her stomach, Gina was almost unconscious, and when he let go of her head, she fell to the kitchen floor and struggled to breathe.

Just then, from outside, they both heard the sound of two car doors shutting.

Josh and Finn had returned with the pizza and would be in the house in moments.

Mark grabbed Gina by her hair, dragged her to the laundry room off the kitchen, and shoved her in before closing the door.

Just when he zipped up his fly, Finn and Josh walked into the kitchen and announced, “Pizza is here!”

“Hey, Mark. Did you see my mom?” Josh asked when he saw the bags on the floor.

“No. I was downstairs watching TV like you suggested,” Mark lied.

“Hey, Mom! Pizza if you want it!” Josh called out.

“Ok, be out in a few,” Gina replied from the other room, fixing her shoulder-length brown hair while trying to find a top she could wear from a pile of dirty laundry since Mark had ruined her shirt.

Walking barefoot into the kitchen, Gina stepped on something and said, “Ouch. What was that?”

“It looks like a button,” Josh answered.

“Hey, I see another one over here,” Finn added.

“That’s weird,” Mark said with a knowing laugh while staring directly at Gina to see her reaction.

But Gina refused to even look at Mark and said, “Must be from the laundry. Now, where is that pizza? I’m starving.”

After having a slice only to remove the horrible taste of Mark’s cum from her mouth, Gina excused herself and went upstairs to change.

Several minutes later, Mark brazenly walked into her bedroom while she was still changing and only wearing sweatpants.

“Stop, you can’t. It’s not safe. Josh is…” she whispered as she pleaded with him to leave.

“He’s in the basement with Finn. I told them I was talking a shit, so we have a few minutes,” Mark said while roughly mauling her enormous breasts.

“We just… You just…How can you even have an erection after what we did? Haven’t you had enough?” Gina said while futilely trying to push his hands away from her body.

“You keep saying that. I’m an eighteen-year-old guy. I could jerk off five times a day. But why would I jerk off when I have you?” he replied.

“It’s not normal. You’re sick,” Gina countered.

“Not normal? All guys are like that. You think Josh doesn’t jerk off multiple times a day? We all do. Our dick and balls actually hurt if we don’t. Like now. I think a titfuck would make them feel better,” he said as he stepped away from her and sat down on her bed with his legs spread wide.

Knowing that she had no choice but to agree with his demands, Gina paused only to lock her bedroom door and then knelt down between Mark’s legs and wrapped her H-cup breasts around his rapidly hardening cock.

For the next several minutes, Mark spoke softly and directed the blackmailed mother on what to do, “Mmmm… So nice. Your tits are so big and soft. I can’t wait until you have to do this 15 times next Saturday if we win. The team is going to love it. I know Josh will. He has a thing for big tits. Probably got it from you. Ha ha! Now, suck on the head of my dick. Just the head. Nice, yeah, like that. Try to get the tip of your tongue into the slit. Haha! That’s enough. That felt weird. Now rub those tits into my balls. Gently. Now press your nipple into my asshole. Now, the other one. Rub it up and down. Fuck yeah, that feels good. Now suck the taste of my ass off your tits. Get that nipple all the way in your mouth and suck. Yeah, like that. Suck harder! I want to see the skin of your tits getting sucked into your mouth. Now lick my balls. Careful! Be gentle. Yeah, put one in your mouth. Hold it there. Look up. I want to take a picture. Perfect. Now, the other one. Now both. Oh shit! No. That hurts. Go back to licking them. Now lower. Lower. Lick my asshole. You heard me. Don’t you dare tell me no. I want to feel your tongue licking my asshole now. Yeah, like that. Force your tongue in there. Swirl it around. Stay still! Time for another pic. Perfect. You’re such a slut. I love this. Now suck my dick. I feel like I can blow another load in your mouth now. Just your mouth like before. Keep your hands behind your back. All the way. Lower. Oh fuck yeah. Now, stick your tongue out. Lick…lick the…base of…my dick at the same time. I can feel the top of my dick bending..in..your..throat.…oh fuuuuuckkkkkkk.. Here I cum. Swallow it. Swallow it….fuuuuck,”

Through all this, Gina was thinking about what Mark had said.

Was what Mark said about all teen boys true?

Are they always horny like him and masturbate several times a day?

Does Josh do that, too?

Do their penises hurt if they don’t?

Josh's?

No, I can’t think about Josh while I have a penis in my mouth!

When will this blackmail ever end?

With tears in her eyes, Gina swallowed the small amount of cum shooting out of the dick deep in her mouth.

She had no choice because Mark had an iron grip on the back of her head that kept her lips smashed up against his groin the whole time.

After he released her, he stood, pulled up his pants and left her bedroom without a word.

She stayed on her knees by the side of her bed for several moments and cried while her mind struggled to process what she had just endured.

Being orally raped twice by the same person in less than 30 minutes and in her own home was not something she could believe had just happened to her.

But it did.

And now she had to go downstairs and pretend that it didn’t.

Tuesday to Friday, Days 12 to 15

For the next four days, Gina was just a sexual plaything for her two blackmailers and now Coach.

Even the fact that she had her period this week made no difference to her blackmailers.

They just left her pussy alone and focused on her other holes and tits.

She even pretended to go to work early for a few days to keep her blackmailers from raping her in the morning before school, like they had been doing.

Even with all that, each of them was still able to have some form of sex with her once a day.

In addition to the boys, Coach texted her twice this week to meet him in a remote parking lot to give him a late-night blowjob in his truck.

One thing she noticed was that the two boys had different sexual needs.

As the days passed, Mark was getting more aggressive and cruel and seemed to get off on physically hurting her as much as having sex with her.

Logan, on the other hand, and only when he wasn’t with Mark, had taken on more of a role of a considerate lover than a blackmailing rapist.

Indeed, the last several times they were alone together, he spent a lot of time performing oral sex on her, and although Gina refused to admit it to herself, he brought her close to orgasm many times.

Gina just imagined that he was now using his time with her as practice so he’d know what to do with his future girlfriends.

The thought that Logan was falling in love never occurred to her.

Saturday, Day 16, Part 1

Gina woke up exhausted on Saturday morning.

She had been so stressed and anxious about what she might have to do the following day that the blackmailed mom hardly slept at all on Friday night.

Thankfully, Josh left for the game shortly after breakfast, so she barely saw him.

Unfortunately, when she did first see him, it was while she was walking past Josh’s bedroom, and she saw him sporting a raging hard-on while putting on his underwear.

And as she had suspected from seeing it in the locker room the other day, Josh’s penis was huge.

He was much larger than his father and slightly smaller than Coach’s 10-inch-long monster.

Gina was glad that Josh didn’t know that she had seen him naked.

Sadly, she knew the reason why he had an erection.

But because she did know why he was so hard and knew that she might intimately see it again in a few hours, it was making her feel nauseous.

Gina was also horrified and ashamed of herself about how she couldn’t get the image of her son’s large and erect penis out of her mind for some time afterward.

Watching her son's continuous look of excitement while having breakfast together in the kitchen, and knowing the real reason behind it, filled her with despair. However, she pretended to be happy for him and wished him good luck in the game today, despite wanting to throw up while saying it.

Josh also barely slept, but for entirely different reasons.

His was from the anticipation of the reward for winning today’s game and from having to sleep with an incredibly massive hard-on that wouldn’t go away.

The horny teen refused to jerk off for the past few days to relieve himself, though.

He wanted to blow a massive load all over that blonde slut’s huge tits if they won the game.

Mark was 100% correct when he said that Josh loved big breasts.

His entire friend group made no effort to hide their likes and dislikes of female anatomy.

Mark and Finn were ass-men, Mason was obsessed with blowjobs, while Logan and Jason were obsessed with pussy.

Josh hated keeping what reward might happen today from his two closest friends, Finn and Mason, but that was the condition that Coach set, and he wasn’t going to ruin it for himself and the team.

Today’s soccer game was at another school, and Josh was driving himself and Logan there.

If they won, the team was supposed to gather back at the coach's office and wait for the coach to let them into his office to receive their reward.

Josh jokingly laughed at Logan, saying that if they lost today, it would only be because everyone on the team would be playing with a hard-on.

As it turned out, Josh’s team had no problem winning.

Initially, they were expected to lose, but it was a total blowout with a score of 11 to 3.

The coach had never seen his boys run so fast or play so well and found the reason for it to be hysterical.

“Ok, you animals! We meet back at school in the locker room. Your prize is locked in my office. Those of you not on the bus, make sure you don’t get pulled over for speeding!” he told them with a laugh.

Gina was a nervous wreck as she stood shivering in the coach's office.

Aside from the mandatory blonde wig and eye mask, Coach had decided that she would only wear pink high heels and pink fishnet thigh-highs with matching garter and g-string.

Coach himself bought her numerous cosmetic gold bracelets, rings, huge hoop earrings and a belly necklace to make her look especially slutty.

Since she was going to be giving 15 teen boys a titfuck each, it didn’t make any sense for her to wear anything above the waist.

Even her fake long blonde hair was pulled back away from her chest into a ponytail to keep it from getting stained and ruined by the boy’s cum.

Despite how few clothes she was wearing, she wasn’t shivering because of the cold.

No, it was from her absolute terror as she stared at her phone.

Over and over again, Gina was reading the words from the text message she had just received from Coach announcing her doom.

“We won!” was all it said.

Now, she only had 25 minutes before the team returned here, and her twisted ordeal would begin.

How could she do what the Coach wanted?

It was obscene!

Before this blackmail nightmare, Gina had only been sexually active with four other men before her husband and only fucked one of them.

The other 3 were only heavy petting and several blowjobs.

Now, she was about to make 15 teenage boys ejaculate by using only her breasts.

And one of them is her own son!

To make matters even worse for her, a “titfuck” was what her husband called it and often demanded, despite her protests against doing it.

Gina wasn’t sure what she hated more, giving a titfuck or her ex-husband.

She looked down at the padded bench that had been moved into Coach’s office.

The bench was only 5” deep, and on it were a towel and a bottle of baby oil.

Coach figured that most of the boys would be too shy to have sex in front of their friends, so redemption of the first game’s prize would take place one one-on-one and in the privacy of his office.

At that, Gina was relieved when she remembered how some of the boys had hurt her when they were permitted to touch her as a group.

She would have each one sit on the bench, and she’d kneel on the pad between their legs, pour oil over their erections, and give them a titfuck.

She hoped that taking them one at a time would allow her to stay in control.

She had to.

Her long blonde wig was securely attached to her own hair with pins and clips, but if any of the boys pulled too hard, it might come loose or look obviously fake.

But just before the Coach left, he partly crushed that hope of being in control by telling her that after she lubed up their dicks, she had to let the boys do whatever they wanted to her tits.

“Most will let you do whatever you want, but if any of the guys know what to do with those big fat melons of yours, you let them. That includes sucking and pinching them. You keep your fucking mouth shut if you don’t like it. If they touch your hair or mask, though, you can use your hands to stop them. I’ll be by the door in case I need to stop them. After each one blows his load on your tits, I want you to put the head of their cocks in your mouth and clean it off. Give them a little preview of what they get for the next game. And if I find out you didn’t listen to me and they’re not happy, I will take it out on Josh. You understand me, slut?” he threatened.

Terrified, Gina said, “Yes!”

Saturday, Day 16, Part 2

The sudden roar of sound that flooded the locker room told Gina the boys were coming well before she saw them.

Then, there they were on the other side of the two-way mirror.

Fifteen athletic boys, all smiling and jostling around in anticipation of what was to come.

Gina gulped in embarrassment when she could obviously see most of them had hard-ons forming tents in the front of their soccer shorts.

She was unable to stop herself from scanning the group to see her son’s condition.

As she feared, by the size of his tent, he was just as large as she had seen him this morning.

Suddenly, the sound of Coach’s booming voice gratefully took her attention away from her son’s penis.

“Gentlemen! Well done today! You slaughtered the other team. It’s time for your reward. Are you ready?” Coach yelled.

“Yeah!” was the thunderous response.

“Barbie! Come on out!” Coach bellowed.

Once again, the group of teens got so quiet that the only sound was the “click clack” of Gina’s pink stiletto heels against the concrete floor.

All eyes were on her naked breasts, which were freely rolling and bouncing around her chest while she walked.

“Ok, you all know the rules and how it’s going to go. You all took numbers, and your two co-captains are going last, but I’m going to move Miles up to the front. Miles, you scored one of the 11 goals. Usually, that’s not a big deal, but, fuck, it’s not often when the goalie scores a goal! That was amazing,” Coach explained.

No one argued about Miles jumping to the front of the line, and after a long applause, Miles walked toward “Barbie” with a massive smile on his face.

Forcing a smile, Gina followed the Coach’s last demand before the game started.

She slipped her hand into the top of Miles’ shorts, grabbed his dick, and, while all the boys exploded in laughter, used it to walk him into the Coach’s office and partially shut the door.

Saturday, Day 16, Part 3

Despite how confident Miles acted, this was only the second time he had ever been with a girl, and even then, he only touched her breasts, so he was as nervous as Gina was.

Gina got down on her knees and pulled his shorts down to his ankles while making sure that his freed 6-inch erection didn’t hit her in the face.

After she silently directed him to sit on the bench, Gina poured baby oil over his erect cock, stroked it up and down and even rubbed oil around his balls in the hope it would make him cum faster.

When Gina leaned forward and pressed both of her breasts around his penis, Miles tilted his head back and groaned in pleasure.

For the next several minutes, he just stared in total glee at the top of his dick, appearing and disappearing between Gina’s warm breasts as she moved her body up and down.

He also enjoyed the view of Gina’s ass moving up and down in the reflection of the full-length mirror Coach had strategically hung on his office wall for that very purpose.

After each time he told her how beautiful she was, Gina forced a smile and said thank you in a soft, fake voice that she prayed didn’t sound like her regular one.

When Miles started moaning, grabbed her shoulders, and began thrusting up with his hips, she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and pressed the soft flesh of her breasts tighter together.

Suddenly, Miles yelled out, “Oh yeah!” and stayed completely still while Gina could feel the warmth of his fresh cum spread out between her cleavage.

Gina let go of her breasts, sat back on her heels, and let Miles see his cum coat her tits and drip down her stomach.

Without so much as a thank you, Miles left her on her knees and started to walk out of the office.

“Wait, please. I need to clean your penis. Put it in my mouth,” she asked, trying to disguise her voice.

“Hell yeah!” Miles replied as he walked back to the kneeling fake blonde.

After she licked his cock clean as the Coach had demanded, he left the office to the cheers of his teammates.

As she was still on her knees and using the towel to wipe away the sticky mess Miles left on her chest, another smiling boy, Jimmy, took his place.

Unlike Miles, Jimmy wanted to press Gina's tits together himself.

Remembering Coach’s threat, she kept her hands on his thighs despite how much pain she was feeling from the boy's fingers squeezing her breasts too harshly.

Luckily, he finished quicker than Miles.

The third boy wanted to manhandle her tits the same way as Jimmy, except he focused his attention more on her nipples and also wanted to kiss Gina on the lips while getting his titjob.

The fourth was a wide-eyed and freckled-faced teen who looked so shy that Gina thought he’d run out of the room if she said “Boo” to him.

It was obvious to her that he had never even held a girl's hand before, and now here he was, experiencing an outrageous sexual event that most men didn’t get to enjoy in their entire lifetimes.

Despite being blackmailed into this position, her motherly instinct took over, and she felt pity for the terrified teen.

He didn’t know she was being forced.

He innocently thought she was doing this for him as a reward for winning a game.

So, after pulling down his shorts like all the others before him, in a soft voice, Gina instructed him where to sit, explained what she was doing and encouraged him when she could tell he was about to cum.

The fifth, sixth and seventh boys were much the same way.

Some were talkative, and some were quiet.

They all left happy.

The eighth one, however, was not so easy to please.

His name was Toby.

He was almost nineteen, 6’2” and all muscle with a very thick 8-inch cock that he was very proud of.

And unlike all the previous boys, Toby had fucked a dozen girls, five of whom were against their will.

After tightly pinching both her nipples with his thumb and index finger for the sole purpose of seeing the look of pain on her face, Toby used them to lift Gina from her knees to a standing position before letting his hands roughly roam all over her body.

While he was sucking on her breasts and digging his middle finger into her asshole, Gina risked speaking loudly enough to tell him that wasn’t allowed and to sit down on the bench.

He didn’t listen, and while his other hand slid under the front of her g-string and started rubbing her pussy slit, he told her, “Shut the fuck up, slut, or I might just fuck you instead.”

Desperate to stop him, Gina replied, “Coach is going to be mad. You’re going to ruin everything for the whole team if you do that.”

Toby didn’t give a shit about the Coach.

He knew he could talk his way out of any kind of punishment, but he didn’t want to spoil it for the team, so after biting hard enough on one of her nipples so that Gina cried out, Toby sat on the bench as she asked.

If Gina thought her troubles were over, she was wrong.

Toby told her to keep her hands behind her back while he manipulated her round breasts around his huge dick like he was kneading bread dough and not female flesh.

While watching Gina’s ass bounce up and down on her ridiculous high heels in the mirror, Toby said, “Nice ass slut. Marcus is going to lose his mind after seeing that.”

Gina never had a chance to think about what that might mean because her breasts were already sore from the previous seven titfucks, and by the time Toby shot his cum between them, they were throbbing in pain.

As she was wiping them clean with the towel, she could see ten bright, fingertip-sized circles from where his hands had held a death grip on her breasts.

After Gina cleaned the cum off his cock with her mouth, Toby walked out of the office and said, “Get ready for Marcus, bitch.”

Marcus had earned the nickname “Psycho” from the team, and it was for good reason.

He was a fighter on and off the field.

Slightly smaller than Toby and just as muscular, Marcus kicked open the coach’s office door to announce his arrival.

Startled, Gina leaped to her feet in fear because she didn’t know what was happening.

Within seconds, Marcus rushed forward and had her face pressed against the two-way mirror and was rutting his exposed hard-on between her round asscheeks and into her pink g-string.

Remembering the rule against her ever saying no, Gina cried instead, “Please! It’s a titfuck this week! Only a titfuck.”

“Fuck that, bitch. I want to fuck your ass!” Marcus said while biting her neck and punching her repeatedly in the back.

“Marcus!” Coach’s voice boomed out from where he stood by the office doorway. “Cut the shit!”

At that, Marcus stepped back and sat on the bench, but not before he whispered a threat into her ear, “You’re lucky this time, bitch,”

Trembling in fear, Gina saw the Coach leave the office while she knelt down between the angry teen’s legs and pressed her breasts around his 7-inch cock.

Marcus never moved the entire time she gave him a titfuck.

He only stared at her eyes with no emotion to such an extent that Gina had no warning of his impending climax.

Suddenly, his cock was shooting cum at her chin, and without a word, he stood up to walk away.

“Wait. I have to clean your cock with my mouth,” Gina said.

“Fuck you, you fucking cunt!” Marcus said while giving her the finger and leaving the office.

After the tenth teenage boy had his cock explode between her H-cup breasts, Gina’s anxiety began to skyrocket.

It was only a matter of time before she saw her son come through Coach’s office door, and she didn’t know if she could go through with it.

Eleven, not Josh.

Twelve, not Josh.

The only boys left were Josh, Logan and Mark.

Gina was trembling in fear as she wiped her breasts clean while staring at the closed door.

She stopped breathing.

The door started to open.

To her relief, Logan was number thirteen.

He had a grin on his face as he sat down on the bench.

“Your outfit is awesome! I don’t even recognize you. No way, Josh will. Josh can’t fucking wait to see you. He’s losing his mind. You really going to go through with this?” Logan asked her while cupping both her breasts with his hands and lifting them up and down like he was weighing them.

“I have to,” she replied as she positioned herself between his legs and started to wrap her breasts around his dick like the others.

“Ohhh, that feels good. I always forget how soft your tits are. I was going to skip the titfuck and go straight for a blowjob, but fuck it, this is nice. When I give you the signal, I’m cumming in your mouth, though,” Logan instructed.

It didn’t take long before she was doing just that.

“See? I’m a nice guy. No clean-up. Plus, that towel looks pretty nasty by this point,” Logan said with a laugh.

Gina did not want to make him angry at this point, saying, “Thank you, Logan. Who is next, Josh or Mark?”

“That, Mrs. Winters, is something even I don’t know. I do know that Coach told Josh that, because he was a co-captain, he could make special requests to you that the other guys didn’t get. And since the other guys have all told him what they did, who knows what he is going to come up with? Good luck!” Logan said as he walked out of the room.

Saturday, Day 16, Part 4

“Special requests?” thought Gina, “Oh my god! What does that…?”

But her thoughts were interrupted when her son happily walked into the coach’s office to unknowingly get a titfuck from his mother.

She immediately looked down at Josh’s feet and, with her hands, directed him to stand by the bench she was kneeling in front of.

“Oh shit! Look at those heels and fishnets! This is awesome,” Josh said before he stared at the two massive breasts that Gina was cupping with each of her hands.

Gina was in a daze.

Her heart was beating so wildly that she thought she was having a heart attack.

She prayed that the dark makeup around her eyes under the mask was enough to keep her son from recognizing her.

As she had done with the others, Gina moved forward a little on her knees and pulled down her son’s shorts.

Once freed, Josh’s impressive and much longer dick than the others sprang free and slapped hard against her face.

Her son’s 9-inch cock looked absolutely monstrous to her, this close.

His testicles were below her chin, and his penis head extended well past her forehead.

Before she could reach for the baby oil, though, Josh took off his T-shirt and told her to stand up so he could feel her body against his.

When Gina stayed still in refusal, Josh assured her by saying that the Coach said it was ok since he was co-captain.

Since she didn’t dare respond or argue, Gina did as he asked and kept her face pressed against her son’s sweaty and naked chest while his hands roamed all over her back and bottom.

His rock-hard erection was pressed into her stomach while he unknowingly massaged the full cheeks of his mother’s ass.

Over Gina’s shoulder, Josh could see the whole back of her body reflected in the narrow, full-length mirror on the office wall.

“Turn around. I want to squeeze your tits. Oh, fuck! They’re so huge and soft. I love big tits like yours,” he said while mauling her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his fingertips.

Now, Gina could see in the mirror how her son was manhandling her body while she could feel his enormous hard-on grinding in between the crack of her ass.

Because Josh was so much taller than his mother, in this situation, his cock normally would have been pressed against the small of her back.

But because of the high heels she was wearing, his penis was nestled between the plump cheeks of her ass.

And more, the strand of floss-like material of her g-string did nothing to keep her son’s cockhead from insistently pressing itself against the entrance of her asshole.

It was beyond her comprehension how good her son’s hands made her feel as they massaged her breasts and how hard he was making her nipples.

Gina closed her eyes.

There was no way she was going to watch in the mirror what was happening to her.

She didn’t want to have any visual memories of this moment.

Her mind was shutting down to protect itself from the insanity taking place around her.

When her legs felt weak, and she felt herself start to faint, she welcomed the oblivion that was coming and let her body relax and drop down a little.

But under her mask, Gina’s eyes suddenly went wide when Josh, enjoying the tight sensation gripping the head of his cock, instinctively lunged forward while thrusting his hips up at the same time Gina dropped her ass.

In Josh’s inexperienced mind, he assumed that his cock was entering Barbie’s pussy, but in fact, he had just lodged the first two inches of his rock-hard cock into his poor mother’s asshole.

When “Barbie’s” whole body spasmed after he did that, he only assumed it was from pleasure and not pain.

Incredibly, Gina didn’t cry out despite the intense pain she was feeling from this sudden and unexpected intrusion.

Instead, she slowly reached back, placed her palms on Josh’s hips, and pushed her son away from her until the tip of his cock popped out of her asshole.

She quickly turned around, placed her hands on his shoulders, and directed Josh to sit on the bench, which he did.

But before Gina could kneel between her son’s legs, Josh grabbed her ass, pulled her in close to him until his face was embedded in her breasts and started sucking on her stiff nipples.

Gina could not believe what was happening.

Josh’s hot and sucking mouth felt wonderful on her breasts.

Each time he gently bit down on her nipple, it sent a feeling of ecstasy down her body until her pussy started dripping.

Her own son could not be making her feel this good.

“This is madness!”

“This has to stop!”

Plus, the longer it continued, the greater the chance Josh would recognize her.

“What will happen if he does?”

“What am I going to say?”

“This will ruin his life forever!”

Her heart was beating wildly.

Her whole body was flushed.

She was breathing so quickly that she felt lightheaded.

And then, something unexpected happened that took Gina’s breath away for an entirely different reason.

Her eyes opened when it started.

Looking down, she saw what he was doing, but she knew that she couldn’t stop him.

She couldn’t speak, or he’d recognize her voice.

She just had to press her face into his chest again and stay silent in absolute horror.

Josh had stood up and, with a firm grip at the base of his penis, started to rub his cock up and down along the slit of Mother’s pussy!

A lightning bolt composed of many different and confusing emotions flashed through Gina’s body when her son touched her vagina the way he did.

Feelings of horror, rage, embarrassment, shame, humiliation, disgust, self-hate, and, somehow beyond her understanding, intense pleasure were whirling in her mind.

This couldn’t really be happening!

There was no way she could be physically enjoying everything that her son was doing to her.

But it was true.

Her pussy was swollen and dripping wet.

In seconds, Josh’s cock was soaked with her pussy juice from the tip to his balls.

Every time he pressed against her clit, Gina stopped breathing.

In a panic, her hands moved forward and gripped his wrist, but by then, Josh had four inches of his cock in his mother’s pussy.

When she started to pull his hand and penis up and away from her groin, the hard tip of his cock was sliding up through her pussy lips and heading for her clit.

At that, Gina gasped and stopped moving his hand because Josh had already brought her to the brink of an overwhelming orgasm, and if he touched her clit with his cock-head again, it would send her over the edge.

“No! No! No! That can’t happen! That can never happen! I will not let my son give me an orgasm! Stop!” her mind screamed as she let go of his wrist and stepped backward until the threat was removed from her body.

Josh had no idea what kind of emotional turmoil his mother was suffering.

He was only doing to “Barbie” was what he tried with a few past girlfriends and what he saw in several porn movies, and all of her reactions were interpreted by him as giving her nothing but pleasure.

When she pulled away and pressed down on his shoulders again, he relented and positioned himself like she wanted.

By that point, Josh’s dick was ready to burst anyway, so he was looking forward to his earned titfuck.

Gina refused to acknowledge how doing this erotic act for her son was causing the juice from her pussy to drip down both her inner thighs.

Even though she tried her best to focus on her task, Gina couldn’t help herself from marveling at the size of her son’s cock.

Despite pressing both her massive breasts together, the top two inches of his penis were still visible.

After rapidly moving her body up and down, it didn’t take long before Josh’s orgasm pulsed its sticky warmth fluid out between Gina’s breasts, like the other 13 boys before him.

With no hesitation, Gina then did for her son what Coach had commanded her to do for all the boys and placed the head of his cock into her mouth to clean him off.

But unlike the others, Gina didn’t stop there and, within moments, had more than half of Josh’s 9-inch cock in her mouth and only stopped because she wasn’t in the right position to take him entirely down her throat.

She was ashamed of what she was doing, but couldn’t stop herself.

At the same time, her hand moved down her stomach to rub her pussy, which was literally pulsing between her legs.

Just when her fingers touched her clit, her mind fully realized what she was doing, and she began to pull it away, but it was too late.

The orgasm that ripped through her body almost caused her to black out.

Only the strong grip of her other hand against her son’s muscular thigh kept her from falling to the floor.

Had Josh seen how quickly “Barbie” had cleaned the cum off all the other dicks today, he would have questioned why she held him in her mouth for so long.

But Josh couldn’t see what his mother was doing to herself while she was on her knees between his legs.

He only thought she was making her body shake like it was to make her mouth feel better while his dick was in her mouth.

“Barbie” stayed on her knees between his legs, took her mouth off his dick, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Thank you, beautiful! I can’t wait for next week,” Gina heard her innocent and perfect son unknowingly praise his mother’s depraved sexual performance.

Saturday, Day 16, Part 5

After Josh left the office, Gina stayed on her knees and let her head and naked breasts lie on the bench in front of her.

The worst was over.

Josh didn’t know that “Barbie” was her.

Whatever happened next with Mark and his father didn’t matter to her.

She didn’t move when she heard Coach tell the boys hanging out, hoping to get seconds with her, that the party was over and to go home.

She didn’t move when she heard Coach and Mark walk into the office.

She didn’t move when both men taunted her and called her all kinds of filthy names.

But when Coach asked her if she wanted to watch the hidden videos that he took of her sexually servicing her son, Gina’s head whipped up, and she rose to her feet to attack him.

Screaming, “You bastard! I hate you! I’m going to fucking kill you for this!” she ran at the Coach with her fists clenched in total abandon.

Unfortunately, her ridiculously high heels made it difficult for her to run and made her huge breasts rise up and down so that they were banging into her chin, so that Mark and the Coach were laughing rather than feeling threatened.

When Coach hit her hard with a fast backhand slap across her face, Gina fell back on the bench, totally stunned.

Since Mark had already taken off his shirt, it only took him a moment to remove his shorts and position his cock between Gina’s wide-spread legs.

Before she could even comprehend what was happening, Mark was balls deep inside her pussy and was fucking her so hard she thought he was trying to break the bench under her.

“Dad! Her pussy is so wet, I slipped the whole thing inside her with no problem!” Mark laughed, knowing why she was so wet since both men had been watching her interaction with her son on the camera video feeds on their phones.

“Yeah, her son got her all worked up. Isn’t that right, slut? You loved fooling around with your kid, right? You didn’t finger yourself with anyone else. You’re just a total slut for your son,” Coach said as he bent down and cruelly held Gina’s wrists over her head while she screamed out in pain from Mark’s violent rape.

“Fuck you, you fucking monster! Fuck you!” Gina yelled back.

“Oh, you will. You definitely will. Actually, Mark. Want to double-team her now? Fill her all the way up until she screams?” he asked his son.

“Ha ha, hell yeah!” Mark replied.

“You want her pussy or her ass?” Coach asked him while considering Gina like a piece of meat.

“Ass! I love her ass,” Mark answered before he grabbed the bottle of baby oil.

“Yeah, all her holes are fucking fantastic. She was made for sex. How her ex-husband left this cocksleeve behind is fucked up. Imagine what kind of a bitch she must be. Get off her and let me lie down and put her on top of me,” Coach told his son.

After several more hard slaps and a few punches to the back of her head, Gina lost the will to fight and just let them manhandle her into the position they wanted.

With the Coach on his back and Gina lying on top of him with her legs spread around his waist and the bench, Mark lifted the broken mother up until Coach’s dick-head was surrounded by the lips of her pussy.

Then they both let Gina’s limp and unresisting body slowly down until all 10” of Coach’s cock was entirely inside her.

Not wasting a moment, Mark positioned himself behind her and rammed his entire member through her anal ring.

The Coach’s enormous cock always completely filled her pussy to the breaking point, but now, with Mark’s 7” cock also balls deep in her ass, Gina felt like her lower body was being split in two.

“Oh, my god! Please stop! This hurts so much!” Gina cried out repeatedly.

They did stop.

After both men blew their loads inside her.

Thirty minutes later.

Saturday, Day 16, Part 6

Later in the day, when Gina got home, the house was empty.

There was a note from Josh on the kitchen table saying that he was out with Finn and Mason and to text him if it was ok if he could stay over at Finn’s house tonight.

Looking forward to a chance to be alone and decompress, she texted her son that it was fine.

Then Gina turned off all the lights, locked all the doors to her house, went upstairs with a bottle of wine and a glass, and took a long, hot shower.

Feeling safe because her house was secure, Gina planned on drinking away her stress, anxiety and trauma from her two-week-long ordeal of blackmail and repeated rapes.

After the shower, Gina put on her most comfortable baggy pajamas, got into bed and started watching TV.

A few hours later, the wine bottle was almost empty, and her vision was blurry, so she closed her eyes to welcome oblivion.

That’s why, thirty minutes later, she didn't hear the noise of someone trying to open every outside door of the house.

Unfortunately for Gina, she didn’t think to lock the backyard basement door that her son and friends sometimes used, and now Logan was slowly walking through the house looking for her.

When Logan did find her and saw her unconscious on her bed, he grinned in anticipation.

Even though he had already fucked her numerous times, he always looked back to the first time on the couch with her as the best.

Because, despite how drunk Mrs. Winters was that night, she had been very loving and responsive to his touch.

That magical night, she had kept urging Logan to continue like they were longtime lovers, and Logan loved every second of it.

Every time they had sex since then, though it had been enjoyable for Logan, it was obvious that she hated doing it with him.

Now that she was drunk again, there was a very good chance of a passionate and love-making experience happening with her again.

Since he knew that Josh wasn’t home until the morning, Logan had planned on spending most of the night alone with Mrs. Winters, so he had taken one of his father’s Viagra pills to last a long time.

And now, after getting naked, his 6-inch erect cock was hard as steel.

Logan had no difficulty pulling Mrs. Winter’s cotton pajamas off, and once he spread her legs, his mouth fell on her pussy and went to work on her clit.

After Logan started massaging her breasts while licking her pussy, Gina started to dream once again that she was making love to an unknown lover.

This time, though, she wasn’t as drunk as the first night she had been raped by the two boys, but was still in no condition to stop or fully understand what was happening to her.

She opened her eyes and knew where she was, but her vision was too blurry and her mind too foggy to make out clearly who was touching her.

Her unresisting body responded positively to Logan’s loving caresses and especially his oral stimulation.

Her legs spread wider on their own, and her hands stroked Logan’s shoulders and head in encouragement as he went down on her.

Logan was thrilled to hear her loud moans and the feel of her fingers in his hair as she pressed his head down so his mouth pressed hard on her clit.

“Oh, baby! Yes! Yes! Yeeesss!” Josh’s drunk mother cried out as the first of many orgasms of the night rocked through her body.

Pausing only to wipe his mouth, which was soaked in her juices, Logan quickly moved his body forward until his cockhead was at the entrance of her bare pussy.

“You want me to fuck you, Mrs. Winters?” he asked her.

“Yes!! Fuck me! Please fuck me!” Gina unknowingly begged her rapist.

Logan held the base of his hard cock in his hand and stroked the head up and down her wet slit and rubbed it hard against her recently sucked-on and aroused clit.

That intense and familiar sensation instantly filled Gina’s mind with the memory from earlier in the day when Josh had done the same thing to her.

Now, her imaginary and unknown lover had her son’s face.

“No! This isn’t right! I can’t be in bed with my son,” the drunken mom said to herself.

But it was too late.

Her mind filled with all the times she had seen her son’s erection.

When Logan started sucking on her nipples, she imagined it was Josh doing it like he did in the coach’s office.

When Logan’s mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth, and she felt his body position itself above her, Gina knew what was going to happen next.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt what she imagined was her son’s penis ram itself entirely into her soaking wet pussy with one thrust.

When she cried out, “Josh, no!” after Logan was balls deep in her pussy, Logan started laughing out loud.

“What the fuck is that about?” Logan said to himself as he went back to sucking on one of her nipples while fucking her slow and easy.

Despite always imagining that it was Josh who was fucking her that night, Gina never mentioned her son’s name again and only called Logan “baby” and encouraged him whenever he did something sexual that she liked, which was often.

Several hours later, his cock was finally soft, and his balls were empty from having sex with Gina all night.

Logan was lying on his back with Gina’s sleeping body on top of him.

He had used Gina’s naked body as a blanket for himself before he took a nap.

The 18-year-old was in heaven and very proud of himself.

14 times!

He was able to bring Mrs. Winters to an obvious orgasm 14 times tonight!

In Logan’s mind, he was a sexual god to be able to make that happen to a beautiful and experienced woman like that.

Now, he was replaying all of them in his mind while sucking on the nipple of one of her breasts that entirely covered his face, while his hands were squeezing her ass and fingering her pussy and asshole.

It was 3 AM, and Logan knew that he had to leave soon because he didn’t want to risk falling asleep again and getting caught by Josh in the morning.

So, with much regret, he gently slid Gina off to the side, got up and put his clothes on.

Logan thought about putting her pajamas back on her, but thought it would be funny when she woke up and couldn’t remember taking them off.

He stood next to the bed and looked down at Gina’s naked body.

She was on her side and facing away from him.

There wasn’t one inch of her skin that he didn’t kiss or rub his dick against this night.

Every part of her body was soft and curvy, but not fat.

He ran the fingertips of one hand from her ankles, across her leg, over her hip, across her stomach, cupped the bottom half of one of her breasts, rolled over her nipple that was still wet from his spit until his palm was under her chin and then did the same in the opposite direction.

By the time his palm was cupping her breast again, he could feel his dick start to harden.

With her ass positioned at the edge of the bed the way it was, Logan only had to move forward a few inches before his cock was ½ way in her pussy.

Ten minutes later, he deposited his smallest and final load inside her.

And with that, he left the same way he entered the house.

Sunday, Day 17

It was 8 AM before Gina woke up.

She was hungover and found it difficult to move, so she stayed still and looked at the patterns in her ceiling.

Scattered fragments of her sexual dreams from the night started to fill her mind.

“Oh my god! Why did I have a sex dream about my son? What is wrong with me?” she whispered to herself before all the additional memories she had from all the tit-jobs she had given crowded in.

For a moment, the tormented mom wasn’t sure what was real and what was a dream.

It took her several minutes to even realize that she was naked.

“What? Where are my pajamas? I know I was wearing…” she said before seeing them at the bottom end of the bed.

Then she noticed that her breasts, especially her nipples, were red and sore, while her vagina and her inner thighs were moist and had a tacky feeling.

“Did it happen again? OMG! Did those two monsters rape me again while I was sleeping?” Gina cried out in anguish.

After getting dressed, she stumbled quickly downstairs, but after confirming that nothing was out of place and that all the doors to the house that she had secured were still locked with a deadbolt on the inside, she was even more confused by her condition.

“There’s no way to lock a deadbolt from the outside. Those two assholes didn’t get into the house last night. Did I do it all to myself? Did I strip and masturbate in bed? Oh no! Did I masturbate while dreaming of having sex with my son????” Gina let out a loud cry before dropping to her knees on the kitchen floor and crying hysterically.



Monday to Friday, Days 18-23

The rest of the week passed quickly for Gina.

Work was uneventful, and Josh was busy with schoolwork.

Coach texted her twice to meet him somewhere for a late-night blowjob in his truck and once at a seedy motel room that he rented for an hour.

Mark was at her house every morning demanding all kinds of sex, but Logan only stopped by once and was surprisingly kind and gentle while he had sex with her, only in the missionary position.

It didn’t matter to Gina, though.

She barely noticed or cared what they did to her.

The intense shame and confusion about how she reacted to being forced to have sexual relations with her son and enjoying every second was almost overwhelming.

Then, all her attention was focused on the thought that she might very well be performing oral sex on her son if his team wins Saturday’s soccer game.

Since yesterday, Gina had convinced herself that since she had only rubbed part of her body against Josh after the last game, her son would forgive her if Josh ever found out it was really her.

But a blowjob?

How could she ever explain away a blowjob?

Saturday, Day 24

Gina once again found herself sick to her stomach with crushing anxiety while standing in the Coach’s office and staring at her phone, waiting for the text saying whether Josh’s team won the game or not.

Today was a home game, and the whole team would be here in minutes after it ended.

Even from inside the gym, the blackmailed Mom could hear the occasional roaring sounds from enthusiastic cheering in the stands after what she assumed was every home team goal.

There were so many cheers.

Since she only had one, Gina was wearing the same mask as before.

But now she was dressed in a skin-tight sparkling red dress that Jessica Rabbit would find too revealing.

The dress was basically a tube that barely contained round globes of her huge, braless breasts.

The stretchy dress barely covered the bottom curves of her ass cheeks.

Coach told her to wear the blonde wig with curly hair this time, which cascaded over her shoulders and back.

Black high heels, black fishnet thigh highs, and the glossiest permanent red lipstick she could find completed the outfit.

Despite the fact that this game’s reward was only a blowjob, Coach told her that underwear would “just be in the way” which left Gina both confused and terrified by what that meant.

The other curious thing that the Coach did before he left for the game was take pictures of her in two poses, but he refused to tell her why.

After a final roar of applause, the Coach texted her that her son’s team won, and minutes later, she once again heard the raucous noise made by 15 teenage boys running into the locker room to get their reward.

Each of the boys was holding a piece of paper with an image on it, but she couldn’t determine what it was.

Then she could see the Coach locking the doors to the locker room and walking towards his office with a smiling grin on his face.

“Well done, team! Another absolute blowout, and to the 2nd-ranked team this time! 12 to fucking 1. Incredible! And speaking of blowouts, are you ready to receive your reward for winning game #2?” the Coach yelled.

“Yes!” was the answer that thundered so loudly. Gina thought that the two-way mirror she was looking through started to vibrate, but it was only from her legs, which were shaking in fear.

“Everybody already picked the blowjob position they want. Charlie, you and Josh both scored the most goals, three. But you're up first since Josh wants his team to go before him, like a great captain. Show Barbie the photo of the position you want her to be in for your blowjob, and have fun! Remember, don’t touch her hair or her mask, but everything else is fair game!” Coach said while he stared at the mirror, where he assumed Gina was standing and winked.

“Wait, Blowjob position? What the hell does that mean?” Gina said to herself before remembering the two pics the Coach had taken of her earlier.

The one of her on knees was obvious, but the other one was her straddling the bench with her ass up and face down so low she was almost kissing the cushion.

“Oh my god!” she thought, “I’m supposed to, to, oh my god, give them a blowjob while in the sixty-nine position? With me on top? That’s why the coach didn’t want me wearing underwear! No…..please please please, let none of the boys pick that position!”

Fortunately for Gina, Charlie handed her the picture of her on her knees.

While practically giggling, Charlie walked up to “Barbie” and started squeezing her boobs over her dress.

Gina gently pushed him away so he had the bench behind him, got down on her knees and pulled down his shorts like she had done 14 times in a row last week to give all these boys a tit-fuck.

This time, though, Gina bent down slightly and quickly enveloped Charlie’s erect 6-inch cock completely in her mouth.

Gina learned from her husband, Coach, Mark and Logan that her oral sex skills were phenomenal, and she planned on using them to the utmost to make this ordeal end as quickly as possible.

And for a while, it looked like it was going to work.

Charlie, for example, hadn’t ever even kissed a girl, and now he had what he considered a beautiful sex goddess deep-throating his cock.

In less than 2 minutes, Gina felt him spurting his hot load into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop like Coach had instructed her to.

The next three were the same way.

The fifth boy, though, was Toby, and after dropping his paper at Gina’s feet, he stripped down and lay on his back on the bench and quietly waited for her to straddle his face.

With a sigh, Gina looked down at Toby’s muscular form and long 8-inch cock.

Knowing that she had no choice, she straddled both the bench and Toby’s head.

Her 6-inch heels accented every curve and muscle in her legs and butt, and Toby let his hands move up and down her thighs.

Toby just started laughing when he moved the bottom part of her stretchy dress up and over her ass and saw Gina’s naked pussy and asshole just inches away from his face.

Thankful that her heels kept her high enough away from his mouth, Gina bent her body down, placed both palms on the bench next to Toby’s hips and took his erection into her mouth.

“Oh, shit! This is fucking awesome! But I want to feel those fat tits banging against my stomach,” Toby said.

With a deft move of his hands between her thighs, he pulled the flimsy material of her dress down to her waist and freed Gina’s huge H-cup-sized breasts.

Gina ignored everything he did.

Her only goal was to take his cock as deep into her mouth and move her head up and down as fast as she could to make him cum quickly.

“Oh my god! His cock is so hard and long! I can’t get the last two inches in my mouth and down my throat without moving my head lower, and I’m not going to do that with his mouth so close to my vagina. This should be plenty good enough, though. But he’s so hard. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a penis this hard before,” Gina said to herself.

Just then, Toby asked her, “So who’s going to like this more? Me or you?”

Gina started to pull her head up off his penis so she could ask him what he meant, but then she cried out suddenly after Toby grabbed her by the hips and pulled her pussy down onto his mouth.

“No! Please, no,” she said softly, forgetting to disguise her voice.

Stopping only to say, “Suck my dick, slut,” Toby went back to moving his mouth all over her bald snatch and sucking on her clit.

Within seconds, Gina’s pussy was soaking wet, and her cries of protest turned to moans of pleasure.

If Toby wasn’t so preoccupied with his face in her groin and enjoying the pleasure Gina was giving him, he might have noticed her legs shaking from the pleasure he was giving her.

Knowing that the only way she could end this was by making him cum, Gina redoubled her efforts and started throwing her body forward and head down on his groin to completely impale her mouth on his 8-inch erection and also to get her pussy away from his mouth.

Unfortunately, there was no way for her to do this without dropping her entire weight and pussy on his face, which only brought her closer to her impending orgasm.

Gina tried to move her groin up, but Toby’s iron grip on her asscheeks kept her vagina pressed hard against his lips while he aggressively bit and licked her clit.

Soon, Toby’s entire face was soaked in her juices.

He wasn’t even trying to lick her anymore; he was just rubbing his whole face up and down and side to side against her dripping pussy.

“It’s been ten minutes already! How is it possible that he hasn’t cum yet? I can’t move. He has me trapped! How can this feel…so …good… NO! Please. Stop. I can’t cum for him!” Gina thought in despair.

What Gina didn’t know was that Toby took Viagra as soon as they won the game.

He wanted this moment to last a long time.

Surprisingly, Gina’s torment was ended by the Coach, who walked into the office and told Toby to “Hurry the fuck up!”

“Toby! Toby! Toby!” two of the guys yelled in encouragement when they peeked over Coach’s shoulder to see their friend getting the craziest blowjob they’ve ever seen in real life or in porn.

“Get the fuck out. You two! Hurry the fuck up, Toby.” The coach said before walking away from the office door.

That distraction was too much for Toby.

He lost his concentration, and after gripping and squeezing Gina’s plump asscheeks so hard it made her scream in pain around the dick in her mouth, he suddenly lifted his hips and unloaded jet after jet of hot cum into the poor mother’s mouth.

Unfortunately for Gina, she had already had Toby’s 8-inch cock entirely in her mouth, so when his hips thrust up, her lips and nose were pressed hard against his pubic bone.

Unable to breathe, that sudden flood of thick sticky fluid in her throat that was already jam-packed with cock, triggered a violent reflux which caused most of Toby’s cum to back up and shoot out of her nose.

Once Toby let go of her ass, Gina struggled to dislodge his cock from her mouth and stand up.

But just as she got to her feet, and he saw the long strands of his cum streaming out of the blonde’s nostrils, Toby grabbed her wrists to keep her from wiping it away and yelled out, “Coach! Check this out! My cum shot out of her nose!”

Within seconds, the coach and half the team were in the office, all laughing and pointing at Gina while she stood in shame with her hands being held and unable to remove any of Toby’s cum dripping out of her nose, down her mouth and over her chin.

A few minutes later, after she cleaned herself with a towel, Gina was once again straddling the smiling face of a teenage boy, waiting for his blowjob.

And then another.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And each one, despite having never been in a position like that with a woman before, tried their best to recreate what they had heard Toby had done.

But thankfully, for Gina, they all lacked his penis size, and the threat of cum shooting out her nose faded.

Gina found out later that all the remaining team members changed their pick to have her give them a blowjob in the 69 position rather than having her on her knees.

The whole team, that is, except for Marcus, nicknamed “Psycho.”

Marcus stood by the bench and only pointed to the floor.

At that moment, Gina didn’t recognize Marcus; she only welcomed the less embarrassing position to perform her blackmailed blowjob.

She found it odd that he never spoke, only staring at her face as she knelt down and pulled down his shorts. Gina, however, focused on the task, trying to make it end as quickly as possible.

After hearing an odd metallic click sound while his dick was in her mouth, Gina looked up and saw Marcus holding an open switchblade just inches from her face.

Now, she recognized who it was.

It was Psycho!

“Don’t stop, bitch. Don’t you take my dick from your mouth! Unless you want me to cut your fucking face,” Terrified, Gina put his entire 5-inch cock in her mouth and sucked as intensely as she could.

When she looked up again, the tip of the knife was just above one of the holes in the facemask and pointing at her right eyeball.

“I might just drop it and see what happens. You want me to do that? Or maybe I’ll cut off one of your nipples and make you eat it,” he threatened.

Desperately, Gina looked to the office door in the hope that Coach was there to keep her safe, but he wasn’t there.

“Or maybe I’ll stab it into your asshole and slice down into your cunt!” Marcus said, each time with growing enthusiasm and lust.

Panicked that if she stopped sucking him off for even a second, it would trigger this crazy teen into doing all he had threatened.

Gina only closed her eyes, sucked, and prayed.

This time, her prayers were answered, and she only felt the powerful spurts of Marcus’s cum shooting into her mouth and not the blade slicing through her body.

With her eyes still closed, she heard him close and lock the blade back into the hilt.

“No, this time, slut. Maybe next time,” was all Marcus said as he pulled up his shorts and walked out of the office.

The teens who followed all wanted Gina to straddle their faces while she sucked them off.

Then Mark walked into the office.

“You look like shit, slut. Fix your wig and put on some more lipstick. Logan’s after me, and he wants you to look your best,” he told her.

After she did what he ordered, Mark walked around her like he was assessing buying a new car and left without a word.

Gina was happy she didn’t have to give him a blowjob at that moment, but she knew that he’d be demanding much more than that after the team left.



Logan was smiling while he lay on the bench and waited for Gina to straddle his face.

He was in heaven with the sight of her swollen and dripping pussy just inches from his face.

Even before Gina’s mouth touched his dick, he had his hands squeezing her ass and mouth all over her pussy.

Gina tried to ignore his oral stimulations, but unlike the other inexperienced boys, Logan knew precisely how to bring the blackmailed mother to an earth-shattering orgasm.

He had already done it dozens of times before.

Gina didn’t remember what Logan had done to her that second drunken night they were together, and she couldn’t believe how amazing Logan was making her feel.

Her legs were shaking slightly, and there were tears in her eyes from trying to suppress the feeling of physical bliss that was emanating from her vagina to every part of her body.

Just before Gina passed the point of no return, Logan unknowingly dropped his head and let her clit slide through a small gap in his front teeth.

At that, Gina froze with his 6-inch dick in her mouth.

If Logan had touched her pussy at that moment, even if he barely breathed on it, Gina would have had an orgasm.

But he didn’t.

Logan was also on the verge of his own orgasm, and with Gina’s beautiful, aroused pussy and tiny little anal bud just inches from his face and filling his range of vision, he silently exploded in the mouth of the woman he had fallen in love with.

Afterward, Gina and Logan stood in front of each other.

Logan had pulled the stretchy material of the front of her dress off her breasts and was gently sucking on her tits while asking her if she liked it when he was eating her out.

At this, Gina was confused.

She wanted to tell the boy “No!” and to “Fuck off and die,” but the truth was, she did really like it.

It was then that she noticed that Logan wasn’t trying to hurt her.

Even now, he was gently sucking and nibbling on her breasts like he was still trying to bring her pleasure.

Gina tried to remember the last time Logan was rough with her, but couldn’t.

Before she could think too much more about this, Logan kissed her gently on her forehead and said, “Ok, Josh is next.”

Suddenly, every emotion and thought Gina had in her mind was wiped away and replaced with a growing tsunami of anxiety as she watched Logan walk out of the office and leave the door open behind him.

Josh was coming!

Her own son!

He was expecting her to give him a blowjob.

No, not her.

He was expecting Barbie.

Gina kept that thought in her mind to keep herself from screaming out loud when Josh walked into the office, closed the door, stripped naked, and laid down on the bench with his massive 9-inch erect cock pointing straight up to the ceiling.

She knew what he wanted, but she couldn’t move.

This was too much.

Everything that happened between them last week was tame compared to what she was about to do now.

She looked around the office, wondering where the cameras that Coach said were recording every perverted thing she did.

Here she was, standing before her son, in high heels and wearing a ridiculously slutty red dress with her breasts barely covered.

The only thing keeping her from being recognized was an expensive, long blonde wig and a masquerade eye mask that wrapped around and covered the top half of her face.

Josh would know if she did the slightest thing wrong to give herself away.

What if Josh found out?

What could she do or say to earn his forgiveness?

Should she stop this now, go no farther and walk out?

No, it was too late for that.

It was too much.

It's better to continue and hope he never finds out.

Having no choice, she walked toward her smiling son and did what he expected “Barbie” to do. Gina felt like she wasn’t even in the room, that she was only watching herself on video.

After a quick inhale, she lifted one of her legs up high, straddled the bench, positioned her naked pussy over her son’s face, and took his cock into her mouth.

She surprised herself by swirling her tongue around so she could taste his pre-cum.

“Why am I doing that? Why doesn’t this disgust me? Why am I savoring his taste? Why am I proud that I’m making my son's enormous penis so full and hard?” Gina kept thinking.



Within seconds, she had her son’s entire 9” cock in her mouth and deep in her throat.

All thoughts of fear and anxiety vanished to be replaced by lust and need.

The cock that had been filling her thoughts and dreams was in her mouth, and she couldn’t have been happier.

Her son’s penis filled her so completely she could feel the pulse of his blood in the tightness of her throat.

She didn’t know if she wanted him to cum to end the moment or because she was so desperate to know what he tasted like.

Gina was keeping her ass up as high away from his face as possible while moving her upper body up and down, desperately trying to make him cum.

Then she felt what she had feared the most, Josh’s hands on both her calves and then slowly running up her thighs until her son was cupping her ass in his hands.

At that, Gina’s eyes went wide, but not because she was shocked at his touch.

No, she expected him to do that.

What she didn’t expect was how good it felt!

Josh’s hands felt extremely hot, and each time he squeezed her ass, it sent pulses of pleasure through her entire body.

When Gina felt him slide each hand to either side of her hips and pull her ass down, she wanted to scream out, “No! Please, Josh! Don’t do that!”

But even if she didn’t have her son’s enormous cock in her mouth, Gina wouldn’t have dared to say a word, and she lacked the physical strength to resist what he wanted.

Josh was once again in heaven with this huge-breasted blonde above him.

Barbie’s red dress was pulled up past her waist, and her entirely shaved pussy was inches from his face, and he just stared at it in awe.

He had seen plenty of porn, but didn’t remember ever seeing a woman’s pussy as bare and as wet and shiny as the one before him now.

He didn’t know where Coach found Barbie and didn’t care.

She was gorgeous.

The hair, the boobs, the ass, everything about her was what he loved.

He quickly looked down between her thighs and saw her two massive hanging tits pressed into his stomach while she gave him a blowjob.

And then, with a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her down and unknowingly pressed his mother’s already swollen pussy lips and clit against his hungry mouth.

As soon as Josh’s mouth pressed into her pussy, Gina knew that she was in trouble.

Real trouble.

Logan’s recent expert oral attention to her pussy left her on the verge of an orgasm, and it didn’t take Josh long to bring her right to the brink again.

Gina couldn’t believe it.

Her own son was about to make her cum.

And then it happened.

Josh pressed his tongue hard against her clit and triggered an orgasmic explosion in his mother’s pussy.

Because of that, Gina lost all strength in her legs and dropped her pussy entirely onto her son’s mouth and just accepted the needs of her body and rode the orgasmic rollercoaster she was feeling.

That orgasm was more intense than anything she ever remembered feeling.

And then she felt another one building up.

She should have tried to lift herself off Josh, but she didn’t.

Instead, she ground her pussy against his mouth even harder.

Soon her hips were moving back and forth so fast that her rock-hard clit was running rapid-fire over Josh’s tongue.

Then, the 2nd orgasm hit her.

This should have made her hips slow down, but it didn’t.

Instead, she went for 3, 4, and then 5.

Gina’s legs were shaking wildly and weren’t supporting her anymore.

Josh had to periodically lift her hips up off his face to allow himself to breathe.

Then he felt his balls start to tighten, and Josh pulled her pussy down as hard as he could against the side of his face as he unloaded what he thought was the biggest load of cum he had ever shot out of his dick.

The combination of feeling her son cum in her mouth and the pressure of her clit against his cheek at the same time triggered Gina’s sixth orgasm.

Mother and son stayed still and in the same 69 position while their bodies recovered their strength.

Josh kissed her upper thighs and ass while Gina gently let her son’s still erect penis rub against her face while she gently moved forward to lick his balls.

The clock on the office wall showed that their entire incest encounter was only 15 minutes long.

Slowly, Gina came to her senses and raised her groin off her son’s face.

Her legs were too weak to lift one over one side of the bench, so she started to walk bowlegged down towards his feet.

Unfortunately for the blackmailed mom, she was still so wrecked and weak that she didn’t bother to open her eyes while she was walking forward and didn’t notice that her pussy was directly in the path of her son’s still erect cock.

She didn’t see what was happening, but Josh did, and when Gina’s pussy was in the perfect position over his dick, his hands shot out, grabbed her hips and pushed her down again.

Gina’s legs were too weak to resist, and within a second, Josh’s cock was balls-deep in his mother’s pussy.



Gina should have been horrified and used the sudden rush of adrenaline her body released to lift herself off him, but she didn’t.

Her son’s cock filled her pussy completely, and all her resistance melted and took her breath away.

The length and curve of Josh’s dick placed the head of his cock directly against her g-spot, and Gina was losing her mind riding a never-ending orgasm.

Sometime later, Coach and Mark couldn’t believe the video feed that they were watching on their phones.

Coach's hidden cameras in his office captured everything from multiple angles.

They both saw Gina rock her hips and move her pussy up and down on her son’s dick for several minutes until they heard Josh yell out that he was cumming.

“Holy shit! What the fuck did we just see?” Mark asked his dad.

“Something I never expected. Well, not until the next winning game, anyway. That bitch is a total slut for her son,” Coach replied.

“Now she’s on her knees and sucking him clean. For no reason other than she wants to! Unreal. Do you think if we left them in there, they’d fuck all day?” Mark said with a laugh.

“Probably, but we don’t have time. Let's break them up. Remember to get Josh out of there fast. Hopefully, her wig is still in place,” Coach said.

After Mark hustled Josh out of the office and they were both on the way to their homes, Coach was left alone with Gina.

He didn’t speak to her; he just stared while she remained on her knees next to the bench and looked at the floor in shame.

“Time to go slut. Get dressed,” he told her.

“What? Aren’t you going to fuck me now, too?” she asked.

“You’d like that, but no. I don’t have time. I have to take my wife to the airport. She’s visiting her sister until Monday,” Coach explained before he handed Gina a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” she asked while putting on her sweatpants and sweatshirt that she had with her in a bag.

“My address. You’re staying with me both nights while my wife is gone. Be there at 6 PM tonight,” Coach said with a smirk.

“What? I can’t. What about Josh?” Gina pleaded with little hope that that reason would spare her.

“He’ll be fine. Tell him you have to work. Mark and Logan will make sure he’s safe. I don’t care what you wear. Once you’re in my house, you’re only allowed to wear high heels until you leave. See you at six, slut.” Coach said.

Sunday, Day 25

Gina was sitting at the kitchen table with her son, explaining that she needed to spend another overnight at work.

“It’s fine, Mom. I’ll be fine. I have a lot of studying to do anyway,” Josh told her.

“Ok, I might see you in the morning if I come home early and change for work, but I might take Monday off if I’m too tired,” Gina said while staring blankly at her cup of coffee.

Her pussy, ass and breasts were still throbbing in pain from the constant sexual abuse by both Coach and his perpetually horny son Mark the previous night, but she barely noticed any of that now.

The only thought in her head was what took place after yesterday’s winning soccer game.

Gina couldn’t bring herself to even look at Josh’s face due to the shame she was feeling for how she reacted while being blackmailed to have sex with her son.

There was no reason she should have enjoyed it as much as she did.

“I had more orgasms having sex with my own son in 15 minutes than I did during my entire marriage! What is wrong with me? I’m sick! And perverted! What mother in her right mind would get off on doing that? I should be committed!” Gina said in her mind to chastise herself.

Josh, meanwhile, was all smiles and had been since having sex with “Barbie” yesterday.

Logan stayed over last night, and they did nothing except play online games, eat pizza and talk about how awesome it was to have sex with the blonde goddess that Coach was rewarding them with after every winning game.

Josh laughed to himself, remembering how Logan had fondly spoken about Barbie.

It was obvious to Josh that Logan had fallen in love with her.

Even when Josh reminded his friend that Barbie was gone forever after the last game, Logan just shook his head and said, “Maybe, but maybe not.”

“Oh boy! What’s got you hooked? Her huge fat tits or smooth wet pussy?” Josh asked him as they talked into the night.

“I don’t know. That’s what’s so great about Barbie. Her mouth, her tits, her pussy, everything. But I never want to stop when I’m fucking her pussy!” Logan exclaimed after letting his guard down.

“Wait? Her pussy? You fucked her pussy yesterday, too?” Josh asked, surprised and not at all understanding how badly Logan had just screwed up the big secret.

“Oh, I’m, yeah, Oops. Just a little. She let me for a few seconds. It was nice. So warm,” Logan stammered while trying to clarify.

“Damn, I thought I was the only lucky one that got some of that,” Josh said.

“Screw you for complaining! You were fucking her for so long that Coach sent everyone home,” Logan laughed, knowing exactly how long Josh was fucking his mom and even seeing it on video later.

Later, Gina noticed her son’s happy and faraway expression.

“You seem really happy. What are you thinking about?” Gina asked.

Although she dreaded what she guessed was the answer, Gina asked anyway in case she was wrong and hoped they could talk about anything else besides soccer.

“Nothing much. I think Logan has a crush on a girl. It's kind of funny,” Josh honestly answered.

“Oh! A girl from school?” Gina asked, hoping the answer was yes and Logan would start to leave her alone.

“Yeah, from school,” Josh said, laughing a little harder at the secret joke he was making.

Suddenly, Josh’s smile turned to a yelp of pain as he grasped his thigh in agony and said, “Yearagh! Cramp! Bad one, too!”

“Oh, poor baby. You haven’t had one of those in years. Let me see if I can massage it away like I did when you were younger,” Gina said as she knelt next to her son, who was sitting on a kitchen chair and wrapped both her hands around his thigh.

“Yes, I can feel the knot. It’s a big one. Must hurt like heck. Give me a few minutes to work it out,” Gina said as her fingers and palms rubbed, pressed, and slid up and down his bare thigh.

Gina’s only thought was to relieve Josh of his pain, so it never occurred to her that the position she was in while massaging his leg would be an issue.

Due to how sore her body was from last night's sexual abuse, Gina purposely wore an oversized T-shirt with a plunging V-neck without a bra this morning, and now her huge boobs and protruding nipples were bouncing around wildly under the thin material and in clear view of her son.

Although Josh tried to avert his eyes, the sight made his mind instantly remember every time he ever saw or squeezed “Barbie’s” equally large breasts, which caused his penis to start to harden rapidly.

To make matters worse, Josh was only wearing a loose pair of cotton boxer underwear that did nothing to hide or keep down his erection.

Gina did her best not to let her son know that she noticed what was happening to him, but she couldn’t help but stare.

His boxers were straining to contain the 9-inch iron bar his penis had turned into.

Like her son, she couldn’t stop her mind from remembering yesterday either.

She could remember how good his cock felt inside her pussy.

She could remember exactly how it curved inside her mouth and throat.

She could remember how hot it felt between her breasts.

She could remember what its seminal fluid tasted like.

She could remember how that magnificent flesh-of-her-flesh had sexually destroyed her in the best and most amazing sexual ways.

“Jeeze, Mom. Sorry. I can’t help it,” Josh said in embarrassment.

“It’s ok. It’s just part of life. I’m almost done. Let's talk about something to distract you. Logan has a girl, but how about you? You were dating a few girls before, well, before the divorce happened. But that’s been a long time now. There must be someone you like,” Gina said as she looked at her son with her first smile in days.

“Well, there are, but I feel bad dating someone while you’re not,” Josh said while looking up to avoid seeing his hard-on so close to his mom.

“What? What does that mean?” Gina asked in confusion.

“It might sound silly, but Dad was so horrible to you, and it’s obvious that you’re lonely. So I didn’t want you to see me being happy dating a girl,” he told her while looking up at the ceiling and not at her breasts.

Gina was stunned.

Both her hands stopped moving while gripping his upper thigh.

Her sweet baby was depriving himself of a relationship for her?

He was deliberately denying himself the pleasure of being with a girl?

He was depriving himself of having sex?

For the sole reason of not making her feel bad about herself?

She stared at the enormous covered erection just inches from her face and felt nothing but an overwhelming feeling of love and guilt for her son.

In a flash, her mind remembered what Mark had said about all teenage boys having erections that hurt.

Was Josh in pain now?

In pain often because of her?

Her natural maternal instinct made her want to help him, and the combination of exhaustion and stress beyond belief robbed her of her common sense.

It only seemed natural for Gina to want to relieve both the pain caused by her son’s muscle cramp and his erection.

Her hands started moving again, but this time, they focused more pressure on the upper thigh and under his scrotum.

The top half of her left hand purposely slid under his boxers.

She could feel his heavy balls resting on the top of her fingers while she squeezed her son’s leg firmly.

Gina wanted nothing more than to pull his boxers down, expose his penis and devour it with her mouth until he pumped his hot load into her stomach to relieve himself.

She was practically salivating at the thought.

All pain and soreness felt on her body from the previous two nights of rape were forgotten, and in their place was nothing but a burning desire and lust for her son.

Her pussy was suddenly throbbing for attention between her legs, but she couldn’t let go of her son’s leg to pleasure herself.

Gina’s only thought was that she had to see his magnificent cock again.

After checking that Josh was still staring at the ceiling while praying that his erection would subside, she knew that she had to make her move quickly before he saw what she was doing.

After deftly hooking her index finger into the cotton material of his shorts, she “accidentally” pulled his boxers down while moving her hands quickly away and towards his knee.

Suddenly, Josh’s 9-inch cock popped free and pointed directly at his mother’s open mouth.

Without thinking of the consequences, Gina moved forward, but just before her lips touched his cock it was Josh who broke the spell and brought her back to her senses.

Never imagining that his perfect and innocent mother would ever do something perverted like that on purpose, Josh only thought that what had just happened with his underwear was his fault.

“Shit! Mom! Sorry!” Josh cried out as his hands quickly moved to cover himself while still refusing to look down at whatever was happening below his waist.

But Gina blocked his hands with her own and said, “It’s fine! My finger just got caught in your shorts. Let me fix it.”

His mom did fix his boxers with one hand, but did so while firmly gripping the middle of her son’s hard penis in her other.

Feeling it pulse with a warm heat in her palm was making her swoon, but she reluctantly let go and covered it back up with his jockey shorts.

Acting like nothing happened, Gina returned to massaging her son's thigh and a minute later said, “I think that should do it. I don’t feel the knot anymore.”

Staying on her knees, she looked up at her son.

His face was bright red in embarrassment while he blindly tried to cover his still erect cock with both hands.

Trying to ease his mind, she said, “Josh, don’t be so silly. I’m your mother. It’s nothing I haven’t seen many times before. And I must tell you, you really have to start dating again. After what I’ve seen just now, you’re going to make every girl you take to bed very happy.”

To emphasize her point and to try to make Josh feel more relaxed about what happened, Gina purposely pressed her hand on his groin, covered the top half of his dick with it and pressed down like she was innocently using him to help her stand up while saying, “I mean, very happy.”

“That’s good to know, I guess,” Josh said while still blaming himself and only wishing he were a million miles away right now.

Gina lovingly kissed the top of his head and told him that she needed to get ready for “work”.

Which she did, but only after a vigorous masturbation session in her bedroom with the hand that just gripped her son’s cock, while she replayed what had just happened in the kitchen over and over again in her mind.

It was also something that she let her mind escape to several times later that night while her body was being repeatedly raped and abused by Coach and Mark until early Monday morning.

Monday, Day 26

Gina called in sick to work, like she had told Josh she might.

After another 12-hour-long overnight rape session at Coach’s house, her body was a wreck, and no part of her was in more agony than her asshole.

It was throbbing by itself and hurt so bad she thought her bottom had exploded.

After taking a hot shower and a long bath, she stood looking at herself in her bedroom mirror. There were plenty of visible signs of the abuse she had suffered.

Her wrists and ankles were red and raw.

And hickeys, hundreds of hickeys all over her body.

She saw different shades of bruises scattered all over the round globes of her breasts, and also faint lines all over her body from when Mark whipped her with his belt.

Gina thanked Heaven that Coach wasn’t asleep at that time and heard her screaming for Mark to stop.

From the look in Mark’s eyes, Gina didn’t think he would have until she was dead.

Both nights were different.

She spent most of the time in Coach’s bed on Saturday night.

It was obvious that he was enjoying the additional thrill of having sex with another woman in his own bed while his wife was away.

Although Gina doubted that he actually wanted to hurt her, he was definitely using this opportunity with her to satisfy every perverted sexual act with her that he could think of.

And due to his large size, physical strength and how brutally he used his huge 10-inch-long penis, he left every part of her body aching for hours the next day.

Whenever Coach needed a break or a nap, he told her to go to Mark’s room and fuck his son.

But unlike his father, Mark actually wanted to hurt Gina as much as he could.

Since the time this blackmail first started, Mark has been slowly escalating his brutality each time he raped her.

Gina knew that the only reason he held back at all from fulfilling his most sadistic fantasies with her was that if he hurt her too much. Josh might notice, and Mark didn’t want to ruin being able to fuck her whenever he wanted.

Unfortunately for Gina, on Sunday night, Coach felt like being as sadistic as his son.

Mark had suggested that they tie her up while fucking her, so he and his father used lengths of rope to tie her into positions that a normal human body would have difficulty achieving.

Also, unlike Sat, Gina’s ass was the main focus for the night.

Coach had mentioned multiple times that night that if the team won the championship, she’d be fucked up the ass 15 times or more.

“There’s no fucking way you’re tiny little asshole will survive getting fucked like that the way it is now. You’re going to need to stretch it out before then, or it’s going to tear wide open. Although maybe not. It’s amazing that I haven’t been able to do that to you. Believe me, I try every time. So we’re going to fuck your ass non-stop all night. What do you say to that, slut?” Coach asked her.

At that moment, Gina was naked and lying facedown on the bed with her H-cup breasts squashed beneath her chest like two giant pillows.

Her forearms were tightly tied together behind her back, while each leg was bent tightly and held by ropes wrapped around her ankles and thighs.

Coach was kneeling between her spread legs and spreading the round globes of her full ass while Mark poured anal lube between her crack and all over her anus.

Despite the enormous pain she was feeling in this position and wanting both of these men to die a horrible death, the poor mother knew she only had one answer and said, “Thank you, Coach.”

Now, back in her own home and in front of her bedroom mirror, Gina closed her eyes and shuddered when she remembered the torture they put her through that night.

With a sad sigh, she got dressed and tried to have a typical day.

Thankfully, neither Mark nor Logan paid her a visit, so she did.

Tuesday, Day 27

The next day, the rape and blackmail continued.

Mark stopped her while she was sitting in her car, about to leave for work and demanded a deep-throat blowjob before school.

He just opened the car door and stood there while Gina sucked his cock and prayed that none of her neighbors could see and figure out what was going on.

When she got to work, she was surprised to see that Mr. Green was in a meeting with the owners and spent a lot of the day hovering around her desk and asking innocuous questions.

He was in town for a few days and asked her for suggestions on what to do and see.

Even though he was kind and respectful, Gina was afraid he was going to ask for another special time with her, but that didn’t

He did ask her to join him, along with her two bosses and a few others, for drinks on Thursday night.

Gina only agreed to it on the condition that she wouldn’t be alone with him.

When she got home that day, Josh greeted her at the door with a big announcement.

Video clips from the last winning soccer game were posted online, and because it was such a blowout against the second-ranked team in the state, several of the clips went viral.

Local TV news stations ran it last night, and two wanted to interview the Coach and some players, including him, on Thursday afternoon.

There were rumors that ESPN would even do a segment on them if they won next week's game.

When he asked if he could have the team over to his house after the interviews, Gina said, “Of course,” despite dreading having both Mark and Logan in the house.

Wednesday, Day 28

After Josh unexpectedly left very early for school, Gina knew she’d have one or two visitors in the morning demanding sex, and she was right.

Logan was first.

When Gina got out of the shower, he was naked and waiting on her bed.

With an audible sigh and wanting to end it quickly, she dropped her towel and joined him.

Logan hadn’t demanded sex for the past few days, and for the first time, Gina noticed how gentle he was being with her.

It was like he truly wanted only to give her pleasure and not to just rape her and leave.

After performing fantastic oral sex on her, which brought her to the edge of an orgasm several times, Logan mounted her in the missionary position.

Gina was trying to fight it, but her body responded well to all the sexual movements Logan was making with his hips while he fucked her.

“Is he using me for practice so he knows what to do with the girl he’s in love with?” the confused mother thought.

She couldn’t hold back a gasp when his pelvis purposely moved against her clit in an amazing way while he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipples.

Everything Logan had done to her since she got into bed with him was wonderful.

It was like he knew exactly how to do everything she liked sexually.

“Logan, oh my god! What are you doing? You’re going to make me cum,” Gina admitted to him.

Hearing that, Logan moved his mouth from her tits to her lips and passionately kissed her while grinding into her clit harder until Gina screamed in pleasure into his mouth.

While Gina was gripping his back and lifting her hips in a desperate attempt to make her orgasm last, Logan deposited his load deep into her dripping wet pussy.

While each held the other in a sweaty embrace, Logan lay on top of her for a while, kissed her lips, and caressed her brown hair, still wet from the shower.

“I have to go, Gina. Math test in an hour. Just so you know, I’m going to praise Josh to those interviewers as much as I can. I hope you enjoyed making love with me as much as I did. I love you,” Logan said with a smile before he got off her, dressed and ran out the door.

Gina just lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

One hand gently massaged and wiped away Logan’s spit from her huge boobs while the other hand touched his semen that was dripping out of her still-sensitive and bare vagina.

One of her blackmailers had just made her cum and called his raping her “making love.” and that he “loved her”.

What was that all about?

He also called her “Gina” for the first time, as if they were friends.

If she didn’t know better, it was like Logan thought they were a couple.

Suddenly, Gina remembered Josh telling her that Logan was in love with a girl from school.

“From school! Oh my god! I thought he fell in love with a classmate, but in a sick way, I’m from school too!” Gina thought.

“I can’t believe that asshole fell in love with me. This is so fucked up. Wait, maybe there is some way I could use this to my advantage to end the blackmail?” Gina wondered about that but didn’t have any ideas.

“What is going on in my life?” she said out loud, hopelessly.

Unexpectedly, Mark’s voice answered her, “You’re getting fucked like the piece of rape meat that you are. That’s what’s going on.”

Seeing him strip while he approached the bed made all her feelings of calm vanish to be replaced with terror.

Gina quickly sat upright in bed in a defensive position with one arm across her breasts and the other straight out, trying to keep Mark away from her.

This past weekend was a watershed moment between the two of them.

All traces of restraint or past respect for her were gone from Mark.

He only saw her and treated her as exactly what he just said she was, a piece of “rape meat.”

And that’s just what he did for the next 30 minutes, fuck her as cruelly and brutally as he could.

He slapped her face, choked her until she almost passed out and twisted her H-cup breasts like they were taffy while wanting nothing less than to rip them off her chest.

When he finally added his cum to Logan’s, Gina was sobbing in pain and gripping both breasts in a vain attempt to lessen the pain she was feeling from them.

“I’m just going to call you “Cunt” from now on. Stand up, Cunt, and get into the bathroom. Now, kneel in the shower and open your mouth,” Mark demanded.

Not daring to hesitate for a moment, Gina did what he asked while having no idea what he had planned.

Submissively, she sat on her heels in her walk-in shower and waited for Mark to continue while he got into the shower as well and stood naked in front of her.

“Cup those fat tits. You fucking cow! How do you even see your toes with tits that big? Lift them up and suck on them. One nipple at a time. Now, both at the same time. Get both nipples in your mouth and suck! I fucking know you can do it. Nice! Fuck, your body is hot. Nothing but sexy curves. Scoop my cum out of your cunt, Cunt. Then suck it off your fingers. Just like that. Now, I need to take a piss, and you’re going to swallow it like you know you fucking like it,” Mark told her while holding his half-hard dick.

Gina pleaded, “Mark, please don’t do this. I beg you. It’s gross. You don’t really want to do this. Let me suck it instead. I’ll moan while it’s in my throat. I know you like it when I do that.”

“Shut the fuck up, Cunt. I could just piss all over your face. I probably can’t make you open your mouth and swallow it, but that’s what you’re going to do. Want to know why? Mark asked her.

With fresh tears in her eyes, Gina asked, “Why?”

“Because I’m going to give credit to Josh for the last two wins during the news interview this week. And again, if ESPN does a story on us, too. If you don’t swallow my piss, though, I’m going to say something very different. And the story will be about how shitty a captain he is. So now, beg me to do what I want to do. Keep your eyes open the whole time, too,” he said with a smirk while holding his cell phone in his free hand to record everything that was going to happen.

Knowing she had no choice, Gina bent her head up, prayed that she wouldn’t vomit and said, “Please, Mark, will you urinate in my mouth and let me swallow your piss?”

Mark took a step forward so that the tip of his dick was just a few inches from her wide-open mouth.

He let loose two long streams of yellow piss into the poor mother’s mouth before forcing himself to stop.

“Swallow it,” he demanded, and Gina did.

“Again,” Mark said.

“Again,” Mark said again and then repeated it all over again two more times.

“Now, lift up both tits. I’m going to piss all over you, you fucking cunt!” Mark yelled in excitement before fully emptying his bladder all over Gina’s beautiful body.

“Fucking nice! What a slut. You should take a shower before going to work. You stink like piss,” Mark laughed while getting dressed and leaving for school.

While still on her knees, Gina turned on the shower but then curled up into a ball on the stall floor and let the warm water cascade over her while she cried until she pulled herself together and got ready for work.

That night, just a few minutes from her house, she got a text from Coach telling her to meet him at the same motel as before.

Thursday, Day 29

On Thursday morning, Gina woke up in a panic when she realized that she had given Josh permission to invite his whole soccer team to their house after today's TV interview.

The same team that she had given tit-jobs and blowjobs to!

At least one of them would be sure to recognize her.

Then she remembered going out with Mr. Green and the others and figured most of the team would be gone by the time she got home.

When she apologized to Josh that she was going out for drinks with some people from work and wouldn’t be home to help, he said it wouldn’t be a problem and doubted that too many would come over anyway.

Gina gave him enough money to have pizza delivered, told him that he’d be great with the interview, and wished him luck.

As she watched her son walk across the lawn and get into his car, Gina sighed and tried mentally preparing herself for a likely visit from Mark, Logan or both.

But that didn’t happen, and she was able to happily leave for work unmolested.

That night, Mr. Green was a perfect gentleman and asked her to call him John.

Gina felt more relaxed, had more fun than she could remember and had a few more drinks than she should have.

Despite being late when she got home, several boys from the team were still there, so she kept on her long coat and made sure her brown hair covered the sides of her face as best she could.

The jacket she was wearing was lightweight but covered her well enough not to reveal any of her body’s curves that might remind anyone of “Barbie”.

Mason and Finn were there as well.

Mark and Logan were also in attendance, but because of the presence of so many others, they didn’t bother Gina or try to isolate her anywhere to have sex.

Soon after, all the boys except for Mason and Finn had left.

While they and Josh were playing video games in the basement, Gina got changed and cleaned up the house while finishing a bottle of her favorite wine.

Sometime later, Josh came into the kitchen by himself and stared sheepishly at his mom.

“Are you ok, Josh? Where are Finn and Mason?” she asked him.

“Oh, they left. Decided it best if they walked home,” Josh answered with a noticeable slur.

“Walk home? But Finn’s car is in the driveway. Are you ok? You look a little…odd,” she said.

“Mom, I have to tell you something. Remember when you said no secrets between us?” Josh said while looking at the floor.

“Oh my god!” Gina thought suddenly, “Does Josh know what I’ve done? With him? With everyone else?”

Her mind was going crazy trying to figure out what horrible accusation Josh would give her that she had no excuse for.

Instead, Josh said, “Since today was such a big deal. Some of the guys and I thought it would be fun to have some whisky shots to celebrate. Don’t worry! Nobody who did shots drove home, though. That’s why Finn and Mason are walking.”

At that, Gina had to pretend to be angry when, in fact, she was elated that Josh didn’t know the truth about her.

“You and your friends are only 18, Josh. You know better than that. But it was a big day, and no one drove home, so it’s fine,” Gina told him.

“You’re the best mom ever,” Josh said with a smile as he walked over to her to give her a hug.

Gina hugged him back, held him tight and enjoyed the feeling of his chest pressed hard against her breasts.

Had Gina not been drinking herself, she might have noticed that Josh’s hug lasted far longer than it normally would have, but instead, her hand slid down to the small of his back and pulled his groin into her own.

Her mind instantly went back to the last time they were this close, in the Coach’s office, but then, they were naked.

When Josh still didn’t let go, and Gina felt one of his hands slide down her back and head towards her ass, she held her breath, closed her eyes and waited to see what her son was going to do.

Was he going to squeeze her ass?

Was his other hand going to touch my breasts?

Do I stop him?

Do I encourage him?

If so, and something happens, can we just blame it on the alcohol?

Gina could feel herself start to get wet with the exhilaration of not knowing what was going to happen, and she had no intention of telling him to stop.

But his hand only ran over the full curve of her ass and dropped to his side, to be quickly followed by his other.

“Josh? Josh? Are you ok? His mother said while shaking him by his shoulders.

Josh hadn’t been trying to feel his mother’s ass.

He had almost fallen asleep.

“Yeah, fine. Where am I?” Josh replied.

“How many drinks did you have, by the way?” Gina asked with concern.

“We each tried to have as many shots as we scored goals in our last game,” Josh said.

“Josh, that’s 12 goals! Did you have 12 shots?” Gina asked in shock.

“No, just 6. I couldn’t do any more than that. Miles did 7, though!” Josh drunkenly said.

“Let's get you to bed, baby. Hopefully, you won’t regret drinking that much in the morning,” Gina told him.

Being a little drunk herself and weighing 50 lbs less than Josh made getting her 185lb son, who was on the verge of passing out, up a flight of stairs, down a long hallway and into his bed quite a challenge.

By the time she got his shoes, socks, sweatpants and sweatshirt off him, Gina was hot and covered in sweat.

She stood beside the bed and looked down at her son, who was sitting upright against the headboard, only wearing a T-shirt and boxers.

Gina couldn’t stop herself from staring at the small bulge under the boxers.

Her hand reached out towards it by itself.

She knew that what was under that bulge could get enormous and perfect for her, and if she wanted to see it again, all she had to do was touch it.

Just then, she was distracted by a bead of sweat that ran down her forehead and dripped into her eye.

“Oh, it’s so hot in this room,” she said before taking off her sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Then Gina sat beside her son in bed, wearing only a G-string and a white bra.

Deliberately, her hand reached out and covered her son’s soft cock and balls that were only protected by the thin cotton material of his boxers.

She only wanted to touch it, nothing more.

After a few gentle squeezes, she could feel it start to grow quickly under her palm.

Gina stopped breathing and gently bit her lip while her second hand pulled down Josh’s shorts to reveal the top half of her son’s rapidly growing cock.

She lowered her head and kissed the rigid shaft.

Once.

And then again.

And then a third time.

By the time she kissed his dick a fourth time, Josh’s boxer shorts were entirely removed, and her red lips were enveloping his cock-head.

But she couldn’t move forward any farther to get more into her mouth because the center clasp of her bra was stuck on Josh’s bent knee.

Never taking her son’s cock-head out of her mouth, Gina undid the clasp and took off her bra.

Now, his leg was between his mother’s cleavage, and her breasts were overflowing on either side of his thigh.

Gina moved forward with the intent of ramming her son’s erection entirely into her mouth from the very tip to the very base.

Just then, Josh suddenly moved his body in bed so he was lying flat on his back and let out a soft moan.

Hearing her son cleared her head and snapped Gina back to reality.

She abruptly stood and started pacing the room.

“No! What is wrong with me? I can’t do this. It’s wrong. It’s exactly what Mark and Logan did to me. I’m just as horrible as those two,” she said softly.

Then, she looked down at her son again.

The only light in his room came from the hallway, and it kept her son’s face in shadow but gave his entire 9-inch erection a shiny sheen from reflecting off the spit left from Gina’s mouth.

The horny mom couldn’t take her eyes off it.

After licking her lips, she whispered, “That’s not true. It is different. I love Josh, and he loves me. He’s refusing sex because of me. He’s in pain because of me. I owe him. It’s up to me to keep him satisfied. We can both be happy,” Gina said to convince herself.

By the time she finished saying the word happy, Gina had removed her g-string, gotten into her son’s bed, and straddled his waist.

Lifting her hips as high as she could to raise her pussy barely above his cock-head, Gina paused and said, “I’m sorry, baby, but I have to.”

And with that, she let herself fall until her soaking wet pussy entirely engulfed her son’s cock.

“Oh my god!” she cried out quickly before its enormous size took her breath away.

Friday, Day 30

As Gina expected, Josh was a hungover mess in the morning, and he took the day off from school to recover.

Gina, on the other hand, was in excellent spirits despite having gotten so little sleep.

She was tired but also feeling extremely sexually satisfied for the first time in years.

It was 3 in the morning before she had reluctantly left her son’s bed.

Her job that day was pleasant as well.

Her bosses announced that Mr. Green was pleased with all of their work and was giving them a few more accounts starting next week.

The rest of her day, until she went to bed, was also positive and uneventful.

The fact that Josh was home sick also kept Mark and Logan away, and even Coach left her alone.

It was only when she was getting changed for bed, and she was replaying last night's sexual events with Josh in her head, that she started to feel incredibly horny like last night.

But Josh was almost passed out drunk then, so there was no way she could do it again.

Or was there?

She looked in her bathroom cabinet and found a small bottle of sleeping pills that she had used several times to help her get through many nights during the stressful divorce.

She could hear Josh making noise in his room while he was getting ready for bed.

Did she dare?

When her hand slid down to touch her pussy and found her panties already getting wet just thinking about last night, she knew that she could do it.

After getting a glass of water and giving him two aspirin and a sleeping pill, she gave it to Josh and told him it would make him feel better.

After taking the pills and saying thank you, Josh lay down on his bed while Gina turned off his light.

Gina knew that it would be about an hour before the pill took full effect, and after that, even if it seemed like he was awake, he wasn’t and wouldn’t remember anything for the whole night.

She also remembered that several times, when she had taken these pills, it had given her vivid and sometimes sexual dreams, and she hoped that Josh might have some as well.

An hour later, Josh’s hard cock was once again in his mother’s mouth, while Gina had her head resting on his stomach with one hand gently massaging his balls.

She made Josh cum two times that night, and after each time, she waited and lovingly lavished her affection on every inch of her son’s body until his erection returned.

Knowing that she could sleep late in the morning, Gina was in no hurry and stayed by her son’s side until 4 in the morning.

Saturday, Day 31 Morning

Unfortunately for Gina, Saturday was entirely different.

A win for today’s soccer game meant that she would have to have sex with all 15 members of the team, including Josh.

Having sex with Josh no longer felt like a big deal to Gina, but she dreaded risking that her son might recognize her while they were doing it.

If that happened, their whole lives would be thrown into chaos.

Josh was excited as usual at the kitchen table during breakfast before a game.

But oddly enough, his dick wasn’t hard as a rock the morning before the game like it had been in the past.

Still, the thought of having sex with Barbie again and shooting his cum deep inside her pussy like last time was driving him wild.

This time, though, he’d kiss her lips and squeeze her tits while blowing his load.

After hearing that Barbie only gave the expected blowjob to all the other guys on the team and just let Logan put a few inches in her, he never told them everything else Barbie did for him after the last winning game, except for Logan and Mark.

The blowjob she gave him was fantastic, but everyone got one of those.

Josh was proud of himself when he took a chance and pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap with his cock in her pussy.

He expected her to tell him to stop or try to get up and get off him, but she didn’t.

Instead, she stayed quiet and dropped down on him, never trying to get off.

Josh wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but then Barbie started rocking her hips and quickly lifting up and down.

Seeing her ass cheeks clench and all the muscles on her back, not covered by her long blonde hair, flexing while she was moving was amazing.

Josh was proud of himself again for thinking to spread her round ass and get a look at her asshole.

He couldn’t believe he didn’t get into trouble for what he did next, but he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his thumb into her ass while she was fucking him.

Barbie didn’t even stop or slow down.

Instead, she only moaned, gripped his thighs tighter and moved up and down even faster.

So it was obvious that she liked anal too.

Josh couldn’t wait until they won the final game to find out how much she liked it.

After he came in her pussy, he expected her to leave.

But after standing up and freeing his dick from inside her, she dropped down to her knees by his waist and started to clean his cum and her pussy juice off his dick and even his balls.

None of the other guys ever said she licked their balls.

It was amazing.



“Got to go, Mom. It’s getting close to game time, and it’s a long ride this time to get there!” Josh said excitedly.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there, but I’m sure I’ll see clips later,” Gina said.

“It’s probably better that you’re not going. I might not see you if you do. The team might be doing something after the game, so I’m not sure when I’ll be home,” Josh said with a smirk.

Gina forced herself to smile and say, “Good luck!” as he left the house.

“Thanks, but we should be good. This team isn’t that good and ranks a few spots behind us,” Josh said with a wave.

“Wonderful,” she replied with sarcasm under her breath before going to her bedroom to prepare for the game herself.

Saturday, Day 31 Afternoon

For the fourth time in a month, Gina found herself barely clothed and waiting in a high school coach’s office for a text with the result of today’s game.

If they won, she was expected to have sex, one after the other, with all 15 members of the team.

“What would happen to me if the team lost?” Gina wondered as she realized she had no idea what would happen.

Coach never mentioned it, but she had no doubt it would be something sexual and horrible for her.

The blackmailed 36-year-old mother looked at herself with disgust in the full-length mirror in the office.

She couldn’t believe that she was standing here wearing a fake curly-haired blonde wig, a Mardi Gras eye mask, black 8” stiletto heels, black fishnet thigh-highs with a garter belt and nothing else, not even one of the slutty dresses Mr. Green bought for her.

She wasn’t allowed to wear a bra or panties or anything else to cover her body other than several gaudy gold chains that went around her neck, stomach, ankles and wrists.

The gold chains were from Coach.

He left them in a paper bag on his desk with a note demanding that she send him pics once she was ready.

Gina hated sending him pics.

She knew that she was only giving him more and more blackmail ammunition.

The gold chains around her neck disappeared once they fell between the cleavage of the 32H-cup breasts.

Coach also told her to wear bright red lipstick and apply perfume all over her body to drive the guys wild.

Gina knew that she looked absolutely whorish but also that she probably looked like a sex goddess to a team of horny 18-year-olds, which is precisely what Coach wanted.

She found it almost impossible to walk in heels this high, but Coach told her she wouldn’t be standing once the team returned.

The reason why she wouldn’t be standing was in the center of the office.

The padded bench had been removed, and in its place, a single-sized mattress that was raised up from the ground by a simple metal frame.

The boys had installed LED tape lights around the office and hung a giant disco ball from the ceiling.

It was the most gaudy and stupid decorating that she had ever seen, which was also something teenage boys would find fantastic.

Gina looked at herself in the mirror again to ensure that her face was as unrecognizable as possible under the mask.

Then the text from Coach dinged on her phone.

All it said was, “We won. 15 to 2. Left a while ago. Be back in 10 min.”

With a sigh, Gina turned off the office lights, turned on the multi-colored LEDs and, on wobbly legs from the 8” stilettos, made her way to the bed.

It took some creative maneuvering, but eventually, she was on her back and staring at the spinning disco ball directly above her.

When she heard the now familiar roar of fifteen insanely horny 18-year-olds eagerly running into the locker room to get their reward, Gina spread her legs and waited.

Saturday, Day 31 Night

It was 9:00 at night, and Gina was sitting in her car in the driveway of her home.

She knew Josh was probably home, wondering where she was, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.

There wasn’t any part of her body that wasn’t in pain.

The reward for the game today was supposed to be only to have sex with her pussy, and that’s how it started several hours ago, but not how it ended.

Initially, it went much as she expected.

The first several boys entered the office one at a time with wide eyes in amazement at what was waiting for them under the disco ball and on the bed in Coach’s office.

Gina noticed that each of them lasted a long time before cumming, much longer than the tit-jobs or blow-jobs in the past, but she didn’t think anything about it.

It was Toby who had her get up on her hands and knees before fucking her from behind as hard as he could while he had his two thumbs in her ass that warned her things were not going to go as she thought.

Psycho was next, and he kept her in the same position and punched her thighs, ass and back repeatedly until he came in her pussy.

During that assault, Gina had been crying out and calling with a fake voice for Coach for help, but unlike the other times, Coach didn’t save her from Psycho.

Many of the boys afterward also treated her as roughly as they dared.

The passivity and uncertainty the team had for her in the past were gone.

In its place was aggression and extreme arrogance from today’s win.

They were winners, she was their reward, and Coach had assured them all that Barbie wanted them to be as brutal with her as possible.

Other than not touching her hair and mask, they were explicitly told by Coach that they could do whatever else they wanted to her, and there would be no consequences.

Much like the first time they all got to touch her, they were turning into a rabid mob who were competing with each other to do something more perverted and brutal than the last.

Mark told his friends that he was going to fuck her so hard that he’d break the bed.

By the time it was Josh’s turn, “Barbie” was so dazed and broken that she didn’t even realize that it was her son who was squeezing and sucking on her breasts so hard that she was screaming while he was fucking her in the missionary position.

Once she did, she was desperately trying to quietly push him away while he was trying to pound her body as hard as he could into the mattress with his dick.

Once Josh finished and got off her, Gina rolled over to her side and tried to relax.

He was the last.

It was over, except for Coach, who would probably want a turn with her after the boys left.

So she didn’t understand when she felt strong hands move her body around until she was on her hands and knees again and felt a dick ram into her pussy from behind.

Her mask made it difficult to see who it was when she looked back, but she recognized Toby’s voice at her side when he said, “Time for round two, bitch!”

“Round two? What did that mean?” the poor mother thought.



“Round two, bitch!” she heard Miles yell out.

After his rock-hard penis, covered with anal lube, pushed itself into her asshole, Gina learned that “round two” was designated as the anal sex round.

By the time the 10th boy in a row dumped his cum in her ass, her rectum felt like it was on fire.

During that whole time, Gina kept her ass in the air with her face in the mattress while each one fucked her so hard and long that even her asscheeks were red and sore from being banged from behind by their thighs and hips.

It was Logan, of course, who took pity on her and held her hips with gentle hands.

He was trying to bring her pleasure by rubbing her pussy and tweaking her clit, but there was so much cum dripping out of her vagina by that point that his hand was soaked, and he was disgusted.

When the guys waiting for their turn behind him told him to hurry up, Logan reluctantly put his cock in her ass and tried to make himself cum as fast as he could for her benefit.

By the time Josh had his second turn, Gina had collapsed onto her stomach.

He was going to prop her back up, but changed his mind after seeing Psycho fuck her in that prone position earlier.

Psycho had been lunging up and down and using all of his body weight to impale his cock into Barbie’s ass.

Josh had never seen that position before, and the sight of Barbie’s huge tits looking like balloons about to pop from her laying on them and her round ass getting smashed flat and spreading out around Psycho’s hips after each thrust down was something he wanted to do too.

“Round three” was just a free-for-all where anything goes.

By that time, most of the boys stopped caring about having sex in front of their teammates, and Gina soon found herself constantly spit-roasted in all her holes until “Round Three” was over.

After that, Logan couldn’t take seeing how cruelly Barbie was being treated any longer, and he left.

Josh and several others left as well since they were fully spent, and Barbie was now a cum covered mess that they didn’t want to touch anymore.

There were only three members of the team left by the time “Round Four” was announced.

Mark, Toby and Psycho.

There wasn’t any sex happening during “Round Four”, though.

All these boys’ cocks were tired and sore.

Instead, it consisted of the three of them punching Gina’s huge breasts while one of them held her arms behind her back.

At that, Coach got concerned and was going to tell them all to stop, but then changed his mind after he saw how each of the boy's fists sank entirely into her 32H-sized tits before hitting her breastbone, and he wanted to throw some punches himself.

Psycho alternated punching her in the stomach and tits, and then he knelt down and started punching her in the pussy with uppercuts as hard as he could.

Which, of course, all the other guys wanted to try as well.

When Mark said they should piss on her, the four of them carried her into the shower and unloaded their yellow urine all over her face and body.

Mark was going to make her swallow their piss, but Gina looked barely alive at that point, and her mask had come loose from the yellow liquid and was obviously about to fall off her face, so Coach told them it was over.



The blackmailed mom found out later that Coach had given every member of the team Viagra and told them all that the “pussy only” rule was no longer a thing.

He gave them permission to fuck her any way they wanted and as many times as they physically could, and that Barbie was begging that the team treat her as roughly as they could.

When the boys were gone, and Gina was left barely conscious and facedown on the floor in the shower, Coach told her why he did what he did while taking her mask and wig off.

“I figured if they just fucked your pussy today like planned, and then we didn’t win the Championship next week, they’d only be disappointed. Disappointing is weak. I want them to know exactly what they would miss out on if they lost, and be on fire to win. It might not make a difference, but I’m willing to use you to take the chance,” Coach said with a laugh while turning on the showers and washing her clean of everyone’s cum and piss, including her blonde wig and mask.

After taking off his clothes, Coach knelt down, spread her legs and fucked her almost lifeless body under a gentle spray of hot water until he was fully satisfied.

He didn’t speak to her, but did put her wig and mask into a bag and then helped her get dressed in her sweatpants and a shirt before putting her into the front seat of her car.

Now, at home, Gina opened the door and slowly exited her car.

How could she explain her condition to Josh?

It would be easy for him to connect what he saw done to Barbie and how his mother looked now.

Even if he didn’t see the bruises all over her body, her eyes were puffy from crying, her neck was bright red from being choked, and her whole face felt swollen from getting smashed by the groins of every boy that fucked her mouth.

It was hopeless.

She couldn’t do this anymore.

If he questioned her, she would just tell him everything.

She’d rather die in shame than have Josh hate her by finding out from someone other than her.

Unexpectedly, it was Logan that she saw walking out of her house and not her son.

Her jaw was so sore from forced blowjobs that Gina couldn’t even speak to ask him why he was there.

But she didn’t have to because Logan said, “I figured you’d need some help after Mark told me what went on after I left. Josh and Finn went to the movies. We have a few hours before they get home. Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

He propped her up and gently escorted her to her bedroom, where he undressed both of them before taking her into the shower and gently soaping up her bruised and beaten body and washing her hair.

Although he found it thrilling to run his hands all over her wet and now bruised body, Logan had already fucked Gina so many times that day that his dick was soft despite being in the shower with her, but having sex wasn’t his goal right now.

Taking care of the woman that he loved was.

Within the hour, Gina was clean, wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and in a warm bed.

Logan was offering her food and drink as well as some of the pain meds that he found in her bathroom cabinet.

Soon, she was sleeping soundly.

Then Logan went downstairs and waited for Josh to get home.

Logan told Josh the story that he had rehearsed, that his mother let him in the house so he could hang out while you were at the movies, and that she told him to tell you that she couldn’t wait to hear about the game tomorrow.

He also added that his mom was sorry but wasn’t feeling well and really needed to sleep.

Josh thanked his friend, and after Finn went home, they spent the night reminiscing about fucking Barbie while playing online games in the basement.

Several times, Logan slipped away to check on Gina, waking her up before leaving to give her some water and more pain meds.

Sunday, Day 32

Gina told Josh she still wasn’t feeling well, so she stayed in bed all day and let her son take care of her.

While doing so, he told her all about the details of the game and how he scored 5 of the 12 goals.

He also relayed that all the feedback he had gotten from the TV interviews was positive, and after the third consecutive blowout game, ESPN was doing a story about both teams in the championship game next week.

What made Gina the happiest was when Josh told her about the interest different colleges were taking in her son.

His top three picks were all trying to get him to go and were sending him scholarship offers.

Gina’s body was covered in bruises, her ribs hurt with every breath, her nipples were constantly stinging, her vagina felt like she was having her period with the worst cramps imaginable, and her anus hurt so bad she doubted that she’d ever have a normal bowel movement again.

But by the end of the day, Gina could walk around the house without feeling like she was going to pass out from pain and thought she might be able to go to work in the morning.

Monday, Day 33 - Morning

Gina was dreading the expected morning visit from Mark.

When, instead, she saw Logan walking through her front door, she felt relieved.

It was apparent now that he was in love with her, and now she had to find a way to use that to her advantage.

Gina smiled and drew him into a warm embrace after kissing him on the lips, despite how her body still hurt at being touched.

“I was worried about you. How are you feeling?” Logan asked her.

“Better, thanks to you. I really appreciate how you took care of me Saturday night. Is there any way I can take care of you now?” Gina asked while undoing the belt on her bathrobe.

Gina was naked underneath the robe and gave him a view of her nude and still very bruised body.

“Oh, god, yes,” he said with undisguised lust.

But when his eager hands squeezed her round tits, and he saw the look of pain on her face, he stopped and said, “No, you’re still sore. I can wait.”

At that, Gina took both his hands, placed them on her breasts and said, “I know you’d never hurt me, baby. Let's go upstairs to my bed and make love like you deserve.”

Less than 5 minutes later, after she pretended to orgasm at the exact moment Logan did, Gina curled up with him and engaged in loving pillow talk.

Her compliments were making Logan’s heart soar.

It was all that he had been dreaming about hearing from her for weeks.

“Gina, I have to go. I have a science test in 30 minutes, and I can’t be late,” Logan said while she was kissing his lips.

“No, please. Give me your number first, baby. I want to be able to text you when I’m thinking of you,” Gina lied.

“Oh, yeah. Please!” Logan said with great enthusiasm.

“Thank you for seeing me. Thank you for making me cum like you always do. Wait, do you know if Mark is coming to see me today?” she asked in a concerned voice.

That was when Gina learned that Logan might genuinely be on her side.

“Yes. He’s out in his car waiting for me to leave. I told him that I like to be alone with you. I’ve been telling him to be nice to you, but he refuses to listen,” Logan admitted.

Ignoring the sudden rush of anxiety filling her body from hearing how close Mark was, Gina forced herself to say one last thing before giving him a passionate goodbye kiss: “Yes, baby. I like being alone with you best, too.”

When Logan left her bedroom, Gina put her robe back on, went downstairs and awaited whatever horror Mark had planned for her.

Unfortunately, he treated her more brutally today than she could have ever imagined.

After walking into the house, Mark literally ran and then tackled her to the kitchen floor.

Stunned and out of breath, Gina was unable to react while the teen savagely ripped her robe off and then sat on her stomach and held each of her already sore, enormous tits in a death grip in each of his hands.

“Maaarrkk! Oh my god! Stop! You’re hurting me! Please! Let go! No more! Arrgghhh!” Gina screamed while she vainly tried to remove his hands that were dug in so deeply into her fat breasts that his fingers were no longer visible.

“Shut! The! Fuck! Up! You! Fucking! Cunt!” Mark yelled into her face.

After each word, he used his grip on her tits to lift the upper half of her body off the floor and then slam her down.

The back of her head hit the floor so many times that she was knocked senseless, which is precisely what Mark wanted to happen.

When he could see that she was on the verge of unconsciousness, Mark let go of her breasts and repositioned himself so that, with his ass over her face, he straddled her shoulders with his dick between her tits.

Once his hands dug back into the round globes of her breasts, Mark started to give himself a tit job.

“Lick my balls, Cunt! Lick my fucking balls!” he yelled at her.

With tears in her eyes from the pain and barely knowing what was happening, Gina tried to do as he demanded.

Though she could barely see and her head was spinning, she lifted her head and opened her mouth.

When she felt his hairy nutsack brush past her lips, Gina stuck out her tongue and licked his balls the best she could and prayed it was enough for him.

It wasn’t.

Mark stopped moving his hips and positioned his testicles over her mouth, and said, “Lick my balls, or I’m ripping your fucking tits off!”

To emphasize his point, the feral teen dug in with his fingers and then twisted both breasts as far as it was physically possible for him to do so.

The agony was indescribable and made Gina lose control of her bladder, sending a stream of urine spraying the floor under the kitchen table.

Seeing that, Mark laughed and let go of her tits and sat his ass right on her face.

“Now lick my asshole! Get your tongue in there. If you don’t, I’m going to squeeze your fat tits again, but even harder.

Panic-stricken, Gina did as he said.

She tried to get her whole tongue in his ass.

She would have put her whole body inside Mark if it would have kept him from hurting her breasts like that again.

While Gina did that, Mark went back to aggressively titfucking the blackmail mother.

In no time, Mark felt himself on the verge of cumming.

That was when he released several powerful blasts of gas out of his anus and directly into Gina’s mouth.

It should have repulsed her, but Gina barely noticed it.

She noticed what happened next, though.

Mark let out a loud groan, and his intestinal gas was replaced by a long tube of brown shit that went directly into Gina’s open mouth and then covered her nose.

The poor woman’s mind couldn’t even comprehend what was happening to her.

It wasn’t something that civilized humans did to each other.

With her mouth filling up with his shit and her arms pinned to her sides under Mark’s thighs, Gina’s body started bucking up and down in wild spasms, trying to save itself from suffocation.

Her body, going wild beneath him, was all the extra stimulation that Marked needed, and his cock emptied a huge load of cum between her tits.

Fully satisfied, both mentally and physically, Mark stood up and wiped his ass clean with her white bathrobe.

After looking at the clock on the wall, he laughed out loud.

This entire perverted and obscene incident took less than 6 minutes from start to finish.

After getting dressed, he walked past a screaming and gagging Gina, who was frantically trying to whip his shit off her face while also vomiting on the floor.

Before Mark left, he grabbed an apple off the counter and went to school.

Monday, Day 33 - Afternoon

After this horrific nightmare of an attack, Gina tried calling out sick from work.

Unfortunately, her boss asked her to come in anyway because Mr. Green wanted to meet with her at noon, and from his tone, she knew she had to be there.

First, she cleaned herself and then cried on her bed for an hour.

Then she cleaned all the filth from her kitchen (and vomited twice while doing so), threw away her bathrobe and cried for another hour.

By the time she got to work, it was just before noon, and she was a physical and emotional mess.

She and Mr. Green met alone in a private office, and with a smiling face, he asked her for another overnight “experience” with him.

Gina, feeling as though she was no longer truly alive, thought she was watching someone else’s life unfold in a horror movie, and thus said yes.

Overjoyed, Mr. Green pulled her close in a tight embrace and was shocked by the expression of agony on Gina’s face.

After he pulled away, with tears running down her face, Gina instinctively cupped her breasts over her tight shirt.

Curious, Mr. Green slowly undid the buttons on Gina’s blouse and gasped when he saw all the bruises that were visible on the top halves of her breasts that weren’t covered by her bra.

With no other thought than concern, he took her shirt off, unclasped her bra, and was shocked by all the bruises that covered her upper body.

Gina just stood lifeless in front of him and let him examine her like she was some kind of doll.

He asked softly, “My little kitten, what happened to you?”

At that, Gina broke down.

She started sobbing hysterically while telling Mr. Green all about the blackmail, the beatings, the rapes and most of what she’s been going through for the past month.

Everything from her getting drunk that first night and getting raped by two of Josh’s friends, to the blackmail the next day, to Mark’s father blackmailing her even more and finally to the vicious beating that Mark gave her this morning.

She told him about her being a sexual reward whenever the Coach’s soccer team won a game.

She told him about the daily rapes in her own home from the two boys and the forced overnight rapes at Coach’s house.

She told him how Mark had been getting progressively more violent and brutal each time he raped her.

She told him how Logan said he was in love with her while he was raping her.

The only thing she didn’t mention was her having sex with her son.

As she was speaking, Gina realized that she hadn’t had anyone to talk to about any of this since the blackmail started, and once she began talking, she couldn’t stop.

By the time she finished her story, she was sitting next to Mr. Green on a couch, and he had his jacket over her shoulders to keep her warm while rubbing her back.

Gathering herself together, Gina looked into his eyes and asked, “John, you’re a strong and powerful man. Can you help me?”



Monday, Day 33 - Night

Later that night, Gina felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.

Mr. Green had said he would help her.

All he said was that he needed was a definite time that her three rapists would be together without anyone else around.

After making dinner for Josh, they talked and laughed more than they had in the past two years.

Even listening to Josh talk about winning the last game made her happy.

Gina asked him what he wanted for dessert, and he replied with blondie brownies, as she had expected.

By the time Josh was going to bed, the brownies were done, and Gina was about to bring him a few pieces with a glass of milk, but then she stopped.

She didn’t want her emotional high to end.

She wanted to keep it going.

To make it even better.

For both of them.

With no doubt or hesitation, she crushed up two sleeping pills, sprinkled them in between two pieces of brownie and then squished them together.

An hour later, mother and son were both naked in bed, and Gina was using her mouth to coax Josh’s penis to a full erection while he was sleeping.

Tuesday, Day 34

Gina texted Logan in the morning, “Baby, I need you. I’m rubbing myself now, thinking about you going down on me. I can’t start the day without you inside me.”

To give Logan more motivation, she took a picture of herself while she was naked in bed and pretended to be masturbating.

A few minutes after Josh drove away to school, Logan was walking through her door with a face like a happy puppy.

Gina met him wearing nothing but heels and a smile.

She took his hand and led him upstairs and into her bed.

While fulfilling his every sexual desire, Gina spoke to him about her idea to make Mark and Coach “not be so mean to her”.

“They really enjoyed it when I stayed over at their house. I want to have sex with them at their house again as a surprise, but it has to be done when they are both home, and Mark’s mother isn’t. Do you have any idea when that might be?” Gina asked while slowly lifting her hips up and down on top of Logan with his dick in her pussy while he was sucking on her tits.

“Yeah, this Thursday would work. Mrs. Marshal has a spinning class that night. She goes straight from work and doesn’t get home until at least 7. That should give you between 4 and 6 if you want to safely surprise them while they are both home,” Logan replied while trying to keep himself from cumming in her rapidly moving pussy.

After kissing him passionately and sucking on his tongue, Gina said, “Thank you, baby. I want you there too. You have to be. Will you? I need you there for me. Please,”

To emphasize her point, Gina did one of Logan’s favorite things and reached behind her to gently rub Logan’s balls while she continued to ride his dick.

“Oh, my god! That’s awesome. Yes. Yes, I’ll be there. Keep doing that!” he cried out.

Suddenly, Gina stopped at the exact moment she knew he was on the verge of orgasm, looked down at the teen and said, “This has to be a secret. If they know what I’m planning, it will ruin the surprise. The surprise is for you, too, baby. Please, Logan. Promise to keep this a secret?”

Logan was losing his mind from being so close to cumming and being denied.

“Yes! Yes! A secret! I promise!” he yelled out while desperately moving his hips under her.

After hearing that, Gina started rocking her hips and pressed her hanging breasts into his face until she heard his muffled groans and felt his cock shoot its cum into her pussy.

After Logan left, Gina texted the number that Mr. Green had given her to relay the information he had asked for so he could help her.

He mentioned it was a “burner phone,” but Gina didn’t understand what that meant.

Then, Gina stood in her kitchen, staring at the front door with trepidation, waiting for her primary abuser.

Not wanting any of her clothes torn or ruined, Gina stood naked in her kitchen.

She even removed the heels she had worn for Logan.

Mark was going to be here soon.

Logan had warned her.

She wondered if Mark had told his friend exactly what he had done to her yesterday, and if he had, how did Logan react?

Probably not, since Logan wanted to kiss her mouth constantly this morning

Thoughts of yesterday morning flooded her mind.

There was no possible way he’d do that to her again.

Nausea was filling her stomach.

Everything in her vision turned white.

It was several moments before she realized that Mark was speaking to her while standing in front of her.

Gina was in a daze.

In shock.

She was mentally and physically paralyzed in terror because of the teenage monster before her.

She never felt her own urine running down her thighs or even realized that she had wet herself.

Mark snapped his fingers in front of her unresponsive face and laughed when he realized what power he held over her now.

He didn’t know it, but this is something that had happened to Gina a few times as a mental defense mechanism to protect her sanity from the sexual abuse her ex-husband would often subject her to.

Roger, at his worst, was kind compared to Mark, though.

After adjusting the backpack he had over his shoulder, Mark took her hand and walked her away from the puddle of her urine on the floor and upstairs to her bedroom.

Later that morning, Gina was sitting in her car inside her work’s parking garage, staring out the front windshield like a zombie.

Try as she might, she couldn’t make her hands let go of the steering wheel, and her fingers were turning white.

She could still taste it, no matter how many times she brushed her teeth.

That bastard did it to her again.

Mark took another shit in her mouth, but this time he made her eat it too.

Her memories of the whole morning with him were clear but silent.

She had no audio memories of anything.

Why didn’t she fight him?

Why did she position herself on her bed exactly as he said?

Why did she stay still and stare only at the ceiling while he positioned a camera and his phone on the tables next to the bed to record whatever horror he had dreamed up?

Why didn’t she resist at all while he tied her wrists together over her head and then to the headboard of her bed?

Why couldn’t she even move her limbs?

She didn’t even struggle while he spread her legs wide and bound each ankle to a bedpost.

She just stayed completely limp, even when he straddled her face the same way as yesterday.

It was then that she knew for sure what was going to happen, but was still in a state of shock and just waited for it, passively.

When he savagely squeezed her breasts while titfucking her, she felt the agony from it but didn’t respond in any way.

Not even to cry out in pain.

It was like her mind and body was dead.

When he told her to open her mouth, Gina did as she was told and just stared at his glistening asshole inches from her face.

Did she scream, “Noooooo…….!” at that point?

She couldn’t remember, and she doubted that she had.

Maybe she did, but only inside her mind.

She could only remember feeling absolutely no emotion, and opened her mouth.

What she did remember so clearly is that after some of his shit filled her mouth, Mark got off her face, closed her jaw tight and told her to swallow it, which she did without hesitation.

This happened three more times.

Finally, Mark told her to keep her mouth closed, and he finished taking his dump all over her face.

After that, he untied her ankles, rolled her over on her belly, pressed her shit-covered face into her pillows, propped her up on her knees and sodomized her until his sperm flooded her ass.

Gina stepped out of her car and dry-heave-vomited for the sixth time that day, before collecting herself and walking into the office.

Throughout the day, several of her co-workers commented about her looking so distraught, but she lied and told them that she wasn’t feeling well.

Gina didn’t remember driving home that night.

Josh had made them dinner, and she might have had a conversation with her son, but she wasn’t sure.

Once Josh was in his room and doing his homework, Gina grabbed a pint of scotch and drank it straight from the bottle.

By the time she went upstairs to sleep, Gina was trashed.

After stripping down to her panties and tank top, she tried to get into her bed.

It was then that she remembered that she didn’t have any time to remake her bed after putting all her soiled bedding, blankets, and pillows in trash bags before rushing off to work.

Gina doubted that she could have slept in that bed tonight anyway.

While holding the wall to steady herself, she went into Josh’s room and collapsed on the bed next to him and said, “I spilled something on my bed, and it’s still wet. Can I sleep here tonight?”

Josh could tell by the way she was speaking that his mother was drunk.

He hated seeing her like this, especially because he knew it only happened when she was upset or sad.

“Sure, Mom. I’m almost done anyway,” he told her, but by that time she was already fast asleep.

Even though it was a very warm night, Josh covered his mother with the sheet and went back to reading his school book.

A while later, Josh turned the light off by his bed and tried to go to sleep.

Since his bed was only double-sized, his mother was pressed right up against him.

Her body heat, combined with the room's heat, made it difficult for him to sleep.

He took off his T-shirt and socks and opened his bedroom window wider to try to cool off.

Just when he felt himself start to relax, his mother threw the sheet off herself.

Josh could tell she was hot too, as her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat all over her body.

But what Josh noticed the most was that her T-shirt was so damp that it clung to her breasts like a wet second skin and was making her nipples erect.

Josh knew that he shouldn’t look, but his love of large breasts left him no choice.

To make matters worse, her hands started moving over her body and under her tank top like she was trying to cool herself down in her sleep.

Josh’s eyes went wide when he saw his mom cupping and squeezing one of her massive breasts while her other hand pulled the T-shirt up to her neck.

Within seconds, that hand was now under her panties and rubbing her pussy.

“Holy shit!” Josh said to himself, “She’s having a sex dream or something! I have to wake her up.”

But Josh didn’t.

He was transfixed.

There were no lights on in the house.

He was watching his mother masturbate in the faint light coming in through his windows from a nearby streetlight.

Josh couldn’t even see her face clearly.

It could have been anyone next to him.

“Anyone?” he laughed. “No, the only one I know that has breasts as big as my mom's is Barbie.”

Josh’s penis started to harden thinking of Barbie, while next to him, his mom started moaning as she pleasured herself.

Her breasts were sitting on her chest like two full, round globes despite her lying on her back, and both were jiggling wildly from her body writhing on the bed.

“No, no, no! This is crazy! Mom. Mom!” he called out, trying to wake her.

The elastic waistband of his shorts was hurting him from it trying to contain the 9-inch erection Josh was sporting by this time, so he reached down to adjust.

As soon as his hand touched his rock-hard dick, he was overcome with a wave of pleasure.

“Fuck. I wish I could jerk off thinking about Barbie! But I can’t do it here, right next to Mom! That’s sick,” the horny teen thought.

Just then, Gina’s legs spread wider when she started to rub her pussy more aggressively, and the leg closest to him pressed down on Josh’s cock.

The sudden heat and pressure from her outer thigh on his dick felt amazing, and Josh instinctively let go of his dick and kept her leg where it was to the sensation going.

Josh closed his eyes and let his mind take him back to Barbie last weekend while he rubbed his erection into his mother’s thigh.

Feeling the new sensation of her son’s touch on her inner thigh made Gina gasp, and she arched her back and rubbed her clit even harder.

Suddenly, Gina cried out and then stopped moving.

She had given herself an orgasm.

After that, she rolled over onto her side and placed the side of her face on her son’s chest and draped one arm over her son’s bare stomach while her other thigh draped over his with her now soaking wet pussy pressed into his hip.

“I just want someone to love me,” Gina said sadly.

Hearing that broke Josh’s heart.

He was well aware that his mother was lonely, and seeing how she was acting while drunk showed him how much.

“Fuck!” Josh exclaimed, “I can’t leave the room now to jerk off even if I wanted to. And I’m not going to move her and have her wake up. If she figures out the position she’s in now, she’ll blame herself and feel even worse about what she did. Better try to go to sleep and hope she rolls off me by herself.”

After a while, Josh fell asleep and started having a wonderful dream about Barbie.

They were both in the Coach’s office, and Barbie was on her knees, giving him a blowjob.

Josh had his hands wrapped in her crazy long blonde hair and was thrusting his hip forward to get as much of his dick inside her mouth as possible.

Barbie was matching his movements, and he could feel his cock bend in her mouth while her lips pressed into his groin every time she deep-throated him.

When Josh felt himself start to cum, he pressed down on Barbie’s head as hard as he could while spurt after spurt of his semen shot into her mouth.

It was when he started having an orgasm in his dream that Josh started to wake up, and for several wonderful moments, he didn’t know what was real or not.

Then panic set in when he thought he had a wet dream while in bed with his mother!

“Did I wake her up? No fucking way! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!” he thought while desperately looking around in the dark and trying to figure out what happened.

His mother was still asleep and on her side, facing away from him.

There was no way she would know what happened.

So that’s good.

But it was so real!

He felt like he really came, though.

Literally, felt like he blew a load in his shorts!

His dick was rapidly softening, too, like it had actually happened.

His balls felt spent.

Slowly, he moved one of his hands under his boxers to check.

He expected to feel a wet, sticky mess, but he didn’t.

His cock and balls were sweaty and damp, but from what he felt, he definitely didn’t have a wet dream and cum in his shorts or anything.

“This night has been so fucked up,” Josh said to himself with a laugh before turning on his side and falling back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Gina, who also just had an erotic dream, was smiling while unknowingly slowly swirling her son’s cum around in her mouth before swallowing it.

Wednesday, Day 35

Gina was not going to have a repeat of the last two days.

This time, she asked Josh to go to school late and to stay home with her until she left for work because she was feeling dizzy.

And it worked.

Logan and Mark made no attempt to rape her that morning after they each saw Josh’s car in the driveway.

Work was uneventful, and she learned that Mr. Green had flown back home. However, one of his associates met with Gina at her workplace and assured her that everything was all set for Thursday night.

When she got home from work, there was a note on the table from Josh telling her that he went to the movies with Mark and Logan.

At that, Gina felt her whole body relax.

“A whole day free of blackmail and rape!” she thought.

And then, there was a knock on her door.

Her heart sank when Coach walked in holding two bottles of champagne.

“Mark and Logan will keep Josh away from the house tonight. I figure we have a good two, maybe three hours of fucking. Take me to your bedroom,” he demanded.

Knowing better than to argue, the defeated mom escorted her rapist to her bedroom.

“Ha ha ha! Still haven’t changed the sheets, huh? Mark showed me the video of what he did to you. Took a shit in your mouth. Twice! Ha ha ha! Fuck! I’m surprised you didn’t throw away the mattress! That was fucked up. Don’t worry, I’m not into that…shit. Ha ha ha…! Now get over here and let me undress you,” Coach said with a laugh as he sat down on the side of the bed.

Gina stood before him and said nothing when he undid all the buttons on her tight blouse.

“Damn, I love how you dress for work. Your tits always look like they’re going to explode out of that shirt. Guys must fuck you all the time at work, right? You give the boss a tit-job every day? That’s what I'd have you do. Keep you under my desk and suck me off during meetings and while I’m on the phone. Fuck your ass every time the company stock goes up. I’d use your tits and ass to seal every sales deal,” Coach said all this while stripping every article of clothing Gina was wearing until she stood naked before him.

“Now, take off my clothes and get on top of me, slut.” he demanded with a smirk while taking a bottle of anal lube and a huge butt plug out of his pants pocket.

Twenty minutes later, after a brutal ass fucking where Coach shot his cum into her butt, Gina was told to stay on her hands and knees on her bed.

Coach grabbed and opened one of the champagne bottles.

Gina heard a loud “POP!” and then felt the bubbly liquid splash on her butt cheeks before Coach quickly inserted most of the long neck of the bottle into her already well-lubricated asshole.

“Owwhhhh! That hurts! Stop it, please. I beg you,” she cried.

The defeated mom lifted her head, and her eyes went wide when she felt the cold champagne start to fill her colon.

“Coach? Oh my god, what are you..?” she started to ask before Coach tapped the back of the bottle hard, which caused another pulse of even more of the sparkling fluid to strongly shoot up her ass.

Three more times, he hit the base until more than half of the bottle was empty.

“Don’t move! I’m keeping the bottle in your ass. Your colon will absorb the alcohol a lot faster this way.

It was true.

Gina felt herself starting to get lightheaded within minutes.

Eventually, Coach took the bottle out of her ass and jammed the buttplug into her anus before even a drop leaked out.

“Now drink the rest,” he ordered after rolling her onto her back and handing her the half-empty bottle.

Gina did as she was told, and within minutes, she felt the room start to spin from being intoxicated.

“Why are you…?” Gina tried to ask in a slightly slurred voice.

“Shut the fuck up. Lift your ass off the mattress and hold it in the air. I’m going to pull the butt plug out, but you fucking keep your asshole shut! Hear me, bitch?” Coach said threateningly.

While doing so, Gina heard the cork pop of the second bottle.

Moving fast, Coach pulled out the plug, inserted the second bottle into Gina’s rectum and tapped the base until half of that bottle was also in the poor mother’s ass.

He was so quick that only a little champagne leaked out onto the bare mattress.

“Coach! It hurts! Please. No more!” Gina cried in agony.

She felt like her intestines were going to explode from the pressure.

“Lift your ass up again and fucking hold it all in!” Coach roared at her before swapping the bottle for the plug again.

This time, several tiny high-pressure streams of champagne shot out around the plug until it was fully inserted.

“Drink it!” he said while giving her the bottle, which Gina desperately did, trying to end her torment as fast as possible.

“Now we wait.” Coach said with a smile.

“Wait for what? Arrghhh! It hurts so much! Take it out! Please!” she screamed while writhing on the bed, holding her stomach, and trying to pull out the plug.

“Touch that plug, and I will shit in your mouth! I swear it. You hear me?” Coach yelled.

After a few minutes, Coach deemed that Gina was probably drunk enough for the finale, so he stroked his dick to hardness, spread her legs and positioned himself between them.

Gina was bent almost in half with her thighs on either side of her breasts.

In that position, her breasts looked like over-inflated balloons about to pop, and that was exactly what Coach wanted to see.

With one hand, Coach held both her wrists over her head and then eased the first few inches of his cock into her pussy.

With his other hand, he mauled her breasts while sucking on her nipples.

“Please stop! This hurts so much!” she cried.

“You want me to take the plug out?” Coach asked.

“Yes! Please! Please!” Gina begged.

“Ok. My hands aren’t free, though. I’m going to have to fuck it out of you!” Coach smirked.

“What does that meeeean….? Arrgghhghgg!!!” Gina tried to ask before Coach threw his entire 220 lb body down on the unsuspecting woman as hard as he could and almost knocked the wind out of her.

Coach then fucked her as brutally as he could while also choking her neck and punching her fat tits repeatedly.

Inside her pussy, his cock could slightly feel the hardness of the butt plug in her ass along the base of his cock with each in and out motion.

By that point, Ginna was just screaming in agony while Coach ignored her and continued his relentless pounding.

Eventually, he felt himself getting ready to cum and fucked her so fast he imagined himself as a living jackhammer.

When he forced himself as deep inside her pussy as he could to unleash his orgasm, the buttplug shot out of Gina’s ass, and Coach felt a warm flood of liquid splash his balls and thighs.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” he said before collapsing entirely on top of the helpless mother.

After a few moments, Gina tapped his shoulder and pleaded, “Please, Coach, get off me. I can't breathe, and I hurt so bad.”

“Not yet, slut. One more thing,” Coach said while biting on her nipples, keeping his cock in her pussy.”

“What else do you want from me?” Gina cried.

Coach lifted his head, stared at her face and said, “This.”

Gina just stared back, not comprehending.

Then she felt a strange heat start to radiate out from deep in her pussy until her whole lower belly felt like there was a heating pad set on high inside her and pressed tight up against her cervix.

Gina still had no idea what was happening to her.

It wasn’t until Coach started laughing and said, “I had to do something to compete with my son. Taking a shit on your face isn’t my style, but giving you a champagne enema and then taking a piss in your pussy suits me just fine!”

Gina had been crying in pain since Coach first put the champagne bottle up her ass, but now she was crying from the utter humiliation of what he had done to her.

Coach finally got off her and said, “Shit, we’re out of time. I wish I could make you wash me off in the shower, but I’m going to just towel off my legs and head out. Josh will be home soon. And you’re drunk. Lying in a piss and a champagne enema-soaked mattress. I hope he sees you and finds out what a whore his mother is. Let me take a picture, slut.”

Gina didn’t hear him leave.

She was too busy drunkenly washing off the lower half of her body in the shower and then trying to clean up before Josh got home.

There was nothing she could do to clean the soiled mattress in her current physical state.

So she quickly covered the yellow piss and brown shit stains with an old sheet when she heard Josh walking up the stairs and heading towards her room.

“Hi, Mom. What’s up?” he asked her.

“Oh, ah, well, I tried cleaning my mattress again and made more of a mess. It’s all wet. I’m going to buy a new one tomorrow and have it delivered. How was the movie?” she replied with an obvious drunken slur.

“It was pretty funny. Mark’s dad paid for all three of us. He’s a good guy,” Josh said while trying to gauge how drunk his mother was after noticing one of the empty champagne bottles on the floor.

Gina kept herself from telling her son the truth about his coach and didn’t respond.

“Do you need help with anything?” Josh offered in concern.

“No, thank you. I’ll be sleeping downstairs tonight,” Gina replied.

“Ok, I’m exhausted, and I’m going to bed. Good night, Mom. Yell out if you need me,” he said.

“I will. Good night, baby,” she said.

Gina waited until Josh left her room and quickly grasped the footboard of her bed to keep herself from falling down.

She didn’t want to let her son know how drunk she was getting.

The champagne that Coach forced up her ass and made her drink was being absorbed by her body faster and faster.

The room was spinning while she walked over to her bureau.

Gina was naked under the short silk bathrobe she put on after the shower, and she still had to get dressed.

Several minutes passed, but Gina was so drunk that she couldn’t even remove her robe, and she couldn’t ask her son to dress her.

That would be too embarrassing for both of them, even though the idea was starting to excite her.

Gina didn’t think she could get to the couch by herself anymore, so she went to find Josh to ask him for help.

Josh was in his room, sitting naked on his bed and looking at porn on his laptop with his erect cock in his hand.

“Blonde big tit gangbang” was the movie he was watching when his mother suddenly burst into his room and practically fell on top of him.

Gina’s robe had opened, and both her breasts were lying on Josh’s lap with his cock in between her massive cleavage.

“Mom! What the hell?” Josh exclaimed.

“Sorry, baby. I need your help to get downstairs,” she mumbled, not realizing the sexual position she had put them both in.

“Well, you’re going to have to get off me first,” Josh said, trying not to acknowledge how fantastic his penis felt between his mother’s warm and soft boobs.

“I’m trying, but I can’t see. I’m sorry, baby, but I need to…” and with that, Gina curled up on top of her son and passed out.

Josh couldn’t believe what had just happened and the outrageous position they were in.

His mom’s head was resting on his stomach, and her wavy brown hair kept him from seeing anything below his chest, but he could feel plenty.

His mother’s warm and naked body was strewn all over him.

Something incredibly soft, which Josh imagined was one of his mom's breasts, was pressed down on his erection, which never went away, while one of her legs was across both his knees.

Every time Josh moved his hips to try to wake up his mom, he could feel one of her nipples slide up and down the underside of his dick.

And since his cock was rock hard from jerking off only seconds earlier, it felt absolutely fantastic.

“Mom! Mom! Wake up! Come on. I can’t lift you the way you’re lying on me. You have to stop drinking. This is ridiculous!” Josh angrily said to chastise his mother.

Then she said something that entirely changed everything that Josh was feeling about his mom.

“I’m sorry, baby. What is wrong with me? I didn’t mean to get drunk. Why do people hate me? I just want someone to love me. I just want to feel loved. You’re the only one that makes me feel loved,” his mom softly said before she started pitifully weeping.

At that, Josh put his arm around his drunken mom and gently held her until she fell asleep again.

Eventually, he extricated himself from her soft embrace, covered her with a sheet and made sure she was comfortable.

Josh was going to sleep on the couch, but changed his mind in case his mom needed any help during the night, so he got back in bed with her and lovingly held her close.

Thursday, Day 36 morning

In the morning, Gina was woken by the gentle nudging on her shoulder from Josh.

“Time to get up, Mom. Otherwise, you’re going to be late for work,” she heard her son say.

“Thanks, Josh. I guess I fell asleep on you again. Sorry,” she said.

Gina couldn’t remember falling asleep in Josh’s room and didn’t want to leave the cozy and warm blanket her body was wrapped up in.

“No problem, Mom. You really should take it easy with the booze, though. If you’re as hungover as I was, I feel really bad for you,” Josh said, purposely never telling her what she told him in her drunken honesty.

The horrible memories of her rape from last night were constantly playing in her head.

Gina mentally prepared herself for Logan to arrive, like he had done most mornings.

It was vitally important that Logan be at Mark’s house tonight for the plan Mr. Green came up with to work.

So when she saw Mark come through the door, she stopped breathing.

Why Mark?

It has to be Logan!

Logan is always first!

Gina’s vision started to blur, and she felt her body start to freeze up like it had been in Mark’s presence, but she forced herself to come alive and scream, “You’re not doing that to me ever again! I swear to fucking god, I’ll bite your fucking dick off if you do! I don’t care what happens! I’ll bite it the fuck…”

Mark gripped her by the throat before Gina could finish her threat.

“Listen, you fucking cow. Don’t ever tell me what to do. If I want to shit in your mouth, I’ll do it. You’ll swallow it and thank me later. Got it!” he said with his face inches from hers.

Gina felt herself about to pass out while she futilely tried to push him away from her.

“But, I don’t have to take a shit today. So lucky for you. I have a test this morning and don’t have much time. So take off those old lady pajamas, bend over the kitchen table and beg me to fuck your ass,” Mark demanded.

His hand never relented its grip on her neck while Gina frantically took off her clothes and panties while on the verge of passing out.

After bending at the waist and using her elbows to keep the top half of her naked body off the cold kitchen table, Gina rubbed her sore neck and said, “Fuck my ass, Mark. Fuck my asshole, please.”

Smiling at her submission, Mark stuck his fingers in a bowl of butter on the table, coated his dick with it and then cleaned off his fingers in her rectum.

Seconds later, he was balls-deep in the blackmailed mother’s ass.

Mark didn’t waste any time, and within a few minutes, Gina felt his warm ejaculate inside her.

For the next few minutes, Mark kept his still half-erect cock inside her while he cruelly squeezed her breasts.

Gina assumed that he was just enjoying hurting her.

She didn’t know that Mark was in a competition with his dad to come up with creative ways to abuse her.

When Gina felt a sudden hot pressure start to expand and spread throughout her lower back, she was confused.

It felt familiar, but she could not remember how.

Then, like a lightning bolt, she realized what Mark was doing to her.

Last night, his father pissed up her pussy, and now Mark was pissing up her ass!

“Noooo…! Stop! Don’t!” Gina pleaded.

“Too late, slut! Oh yeah! Dad said it was good pissing inside your whore of a body, and he’s fucking right!” Mark said with a laugh.

Gina put her head in her hands and cried while the warmth from his piss filled her colon.

“Ok, cunt, the toilet in the kitchen bathroom is only 20 feet away. I’m going to count down from 3 and then pull my dick out. Let's see if you can make it before you shit all over the floor. One, two, and three!” he yelled as he took two steps back and trained his cell phone camera on her ass.

Gina started clenching her asshole at “two” and ran as fast as she could across the room.

She felt like her bowels were going to explode, but the poor woman managed to sit on the toilet just in time.

After Mark heard a loud “guuuuush!” sound from his piss shooting out her ass and hitting the water in the bowl, he started laughing but continued to record Gina until she was done.

“Before you wipe, stand up. I want to show my dad how much shit I got out of you. He said you’d be clean after the champagne enema he gave you. Damn-it! He was right. No shit. Just piss. Ha ha ha!” Mark said before having Gina clean his dick with her mouth while she was sitting on the toilet.

Gina remained sitting after Mark left and prayed that Mr. Green would do as he promised and end the nightmare that her life had become.

Thursday, Day 36 evening

It was 7:00 PM, and Gina was very distracted while making dinner for herself and Josh.

All she could think about was what was happening at Mark and Coach’s home right now.

Less than an hour ago, Logan texted her that he was with them and couldn’t wait for her surprise.

To Gina, there was no regret regarding whatever happened to Logan tonight.

He was a blackmailing rapist, and the fact that he fell in love with her was meaningless.

Mr. Green hinted that all three of them would be lucky to survive the night, and Gina couldn’t be happier.

Josh was also happy because his mother seemed joyful and wasn’t drinking.

He never told her what she said to him when she was drunk or how she was naked and on top of him for most of the night.

Josh had to admit to himself that he liked having a soft and warm female body in his bed all night.

He had never had that type of experience before, and despite the fact that she was his mom, Josh had a hard-on every time he woke up during the night and now every time he remembered it.

Especially since her body was so similar to Barbie’s.

Barbie was an absolute whore, though.

Whereas his mother was an angel.

But it was fun for him to imagine that his mother was Barbie last night in the dark.

“You seem troubled, Josh. Everything ok?” Gina asked.

“Yeah. I’ve been tired all week but too stressed about Saturday’s game to sleep much,” Josh replied.

Gina hated herself, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Here, try one of these sleeping pills. They often help me sleep through the night when I’m stressed, and I wake up refreshed.”

Josh took the pill that his mother gave him, swallowed it and said, “Thanks, Mom.”

Later, Gina was standing naked in front of her full-length mirror in her bedroom, drinking a glass of wine while she waited for the pill she had given Josh to take effect.

She had just shaved her pussy and was admiring how smooth it looked and felt.

It was something her ex-husband had forced her to do, and something she intended to stop after the divorce. However, when Josh told “Barbie” that he loved it, Gina continued to do it to make her son happy.

Most of the bruises on her body from the last few days of sexual abuse were still there but had faded, and Gina thought for the first time in a long time that she looked good.

The 12 lbs she lost this month due to not eating from all the stress and anxiety from being blackmailed and raped made Gina look even more attractive.

She still had all her wonderful soft curves, but her waist and stomach looked thinner, which made her breasts and ass look even bigger.

Gina was so excited about how her blackmail was ending tonight that she wanted to celebrate and dress up for her son, but since he would be asleep through the night, she didn’t bother and just walked naked into his room.

Her pussy was dripping by the time she pulled down his boxers and engulfed his sleeping cock with her mouth to wake it up.

Friday, Day 37 Morning

In the morning, Gina expected some kind of message from Mr. Green or one of his men to let her know that her blackmail was over, but there was none.

Her curiosity grew, and she barely stopped herself from texting Logan and asking if she was going to see him this morning.

At 7:30 AM, Josh left for school and with her stomach churning with anxiety, she waited for either Logan or Mark to be at her door to rape her like usual.

Ten minutes passed, and… nothing.

She came downstairs after showering and getting dressed for work and…nothing.

Just when her heart began to soar with joy, Mark barged into her kitchen, and she started having a panic attack.

“Sorry, I’m late, cunt. Strip and ride me on the couch while I suck on your tits,” Mark ordered.

The type of tears that she thought she’d never shed again were running down her face while she took off the blue button-down shirt that was stretched out over her huge breasts.

The tight black pencil shirt was next.

Then, her panties.

“Leave the bra. I want to take that off. Now suck my dick,” he said after only taking off his pants and sitting on the couch.

For the next hour and forty-five minutes, Mark fucked her mouth, pussy and ass in as many different positions as he could think of.

Gina noticed that Mark had a bandage around his right forearm, but didn’t care enough to ask him what happened.

All of her attention was focused on suppressing a panic attack while Mark’s hands were constantly squeezing her tits.

The poor woman constantly expected her young rapist to do something unexpected and horrific to her.

Thankfully, he wasn’t as cruel as he usually was while fucking her today, but he wasn’t gentle either.

And he never stopped calling her filthy names while constantly threatening to shit in her mouth again.

When Mark felt like he was close to cumming for the last time, he pulled out of her mouth, pushed her face down into the couch and fucked her ass until he blew his load inside her.

After making a painful groan and holding his arm while putting his pants on, he left without another word.

Since Mark didn’t use any lube, Gina’s ass was on fire, but she didn’t care.

Nothing mattered.

Mr. Green failed her.

Her blackmail and the rape nightmare weren’t ever going to end.

After getting dressed, Gina drove to work and hoped there was some message from him there.

There wasn’t.

Later in the day, while driving home, she stopped breathing after her phone dinged with a text notification.

It had to be Mr. Green with an explanation!

It had to be.

It wasn’t.

Instead, it was Coach telling her to meet him at the motel he often used to rape her when he had a lot of time away from his wife.

Nothing had changed.

The blackmail would continue.

Gina felt like she was dead inside when she changed direction and drove to the motel.

At the motel, Coach also fucked her in a laundry list of positions like his son did earlier in the day.

The only difference was that Coach had taken a Viagra pill beforehand so he could slowly and continuously rape her for hours, while making sure to deposit at least one load of cum in each of her three holes.

One of his last orgasms took place when all 10 inches of his dick were entirely embedded in Gina’s pussy while she was riding on top of him.

He kept his shrinking cock inside her, and after telling her to stay where she was, he had her lean forward so her huge breasts were hanging down over his face.

For the next 15 minutes, Coach just squeezed and pulled on her tits like he had never touched a woman’s breasts before.

From gentle finger pokes and watching them jiggle like jelly, to trying to suck as much of her soft flesh into his mouth as he could, to pulling them with up and down motions like he was milking a cow, Coach never stopped manipulating her sore tits.

Her back was aching, and her breasts were burning, but Gina didn’t want Coach to get off on how painful it was for her to be in that position for so long.

Finally, Gina couldn’t hold herself up anymore, so she just collapsed on top of him so that his entire face was engulfed by one of her soft tits.

Coach didn’t care.

In fact, he loved it.

If Gina thought that would end her torment, it didn’t.

Coach just spent another blissful 10 minutes sucking on her nipples so hard that Gina thought he was trying to get her to produce milk.

Having all of her attention focused on the pain in her boobs kept Gina from noticing when Coach’s half-hard cock started to stiffen up inside her pussy again.

When he rolled her over on her back and started to fuck her for the last time, Gina just went limp and closed her eyes until she heard the familiar grunting noises that told her that Coach was finally done with her.

As they were both getting dressed, Coach tossed her a large bag containing the clothes that he wanted her to wear, regardless of whether the team won the game on Saturday.

“It’s a slutty wedding dress. Get ready for a second honeymoon, times 15,” he told her with a laugh as he walked out of the motel room with a noticeable limp.

It was 10:45 PM by the time Gina got home.

Josh was so nervous about tomorrow that he was pacing the living room while looking at the playbook.

“Mom, finally. There’s no way I’m going to sleep well tonight. I need another one of those sleeping pills. I felt great in the morning with the last one,” he told her.

“Here you go. Please don’t take any while I’m not here, though,” Gina said, so she’d always know when he was available for her.

“Ok. No problem. By the way, your new mattress was delivered today. They took the old one away and put the new one on your bed,” Josh said after taking the pill.

Gina made her bed with the last remaining spare sheets and blankets in the house.

After that, she took out the clothes that Coach gave her and tried them on.

He didn’t lie.

The white wedding dress was skimpy and slutty.

Only going down enough to cover the top half of her thighs, while the strapless top barely contained her bosom.

There were also long white gloves that went up past her biceps, white thigh-highs, a white garter belt, white high-heels, and a veil that only went down to her shoulders.

In addition, there was a small paper bag containing what she considered a very beautiful and expensive pearl necklace and earrings.

It was then that Gina noticed the dress had a perfume smell, and then she noticed what she guessed to be wine stains along the left hip.

This dress had been recently worn.

Gina wondered what the story was behind that, but then decided that she didn’t care.

Her life was over.

Nothing mattered anymore.

As she was getting changed into her pajamas, she thought about her now-sleeping son in the next room.

Every sexual part of her body felt used and sore.

Not even Josh’s gentle and sleepy touch on her breasts would give her any joy tonight, she thought.

There was no way she could possibly enjoy having sex with her son tonight, she told herself.

But after lying in bed for a while, she convinced herself that she was just being selfish.

What about him?

Josh had a big day tomorrow, and it was her duty as his mother to make sure he was relaxed in every way.

“A quick blowjob won’t hurt either of us,” Gina said to herself.

An hour later, Gina got into her own bed and hoped that Josh’s cum that was leaking out of her pussy wouldn’t stain the sheets.

Saturday, Day 38 Before The Final Game Reward

While standing in Coach’s office, Gina thought, “This is it. Last time, I’m going to be the sexual reward for the whole team. I guess I can be happy about that, at least.”

She wondered what was going to come next.

The same daily rape visits from Mark and Logan?

The same after-work motel rape sessions with Coach?

For how long?

When the two boys left for college, would she only have to service Coach sexually?

Just until the boys came back for vacation breaks or random weekends home?

Gina refused to cry in despair, but she knew that the blackmail wasn’t going to end until she was old and attractive or dead.

After looking at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the office wall, Gina had to admit that she looked the exact opposite of unattractive.

The used wedding dress Coach had given her was a little too small, but the material was stretchy enough to wrap around her curves like a second skin.

The tightened material around her chest pushed her breasts up and made them look like they were made of jello that jiggled every time she moved.

There was no underwear and no bra.

Gina wondered if that was the choice of the bride who last wore it or if Coach didn’t give it to her because it would only be “in the way,” as he liked to say.

Since the dress was short and had slits up to her waist, the high heels she was wearing were able to accentuate every muscle in her legs.

Gina turned and twisted around in front of the mirror to look behind her and was shocked at how good the dress made her butt look.

It covered her every curve perfectly and somehow managed to dip in between the crack of her ass but not look like a wedgie.

Whoever made this dress must have had a round and full bottom like Gina’s in mind.

Many parts of the dress featured material with deceptive transparency to it.

Gina kept thinking it was sheer in the right light, but it wasn’t.

The fabric around her chest had the same visual effect.

Sometimes, she saw her nipples and areolas, but most often, she didn’t.



This wedding outfit was extremely slutty looking, but it wasn’t cheap by any means.

Gina didn’t even have to look at the designer label to know that it was very expensive, like the jewelry she was also given.

Even the long white gloves that covered her arms and fit snugly were so soft and comfortable that Gina often forgot she was wearing them.

With a long sigh, the blackmailed mother took another look around the office.

The old bed, stupid disco ball, LED lights, and even Coach’s desk and cabinets in the office were gone.

In their place was a fancy oak-framed bed tucked in peach and white sheets and ornate floral pillows.

There were also drapes of similar colors that hung down, disguising the ugly cement office walls.

For some bizarre reason, Coach had transformed his office into a bridal honeymoon suite.

Why he thought 15 teenage boys would find that interesting, she didn’t want to guess.

She also saw several large speakers hanging from the walls and a stereo system on a small table in the corner of the room.

There were lights mounted on poles that looked like something from a movie set, and what Gina thought was a fog machine on the floor.

And flowers!

Vases with exotic flowers were placed everywhere where a flat surface could be found, and flowers were wrapped around the tall bedposts like beautiful vines.

There were even rose petals on the bed that reminded Gina of a wonderful dream she once had.

On a table next to the bed were bottles of whisky and tequila, along with several tubes of lubricant.

Everything she saw looked very expensive.

“Coach might be a sick fuck, but he was going all out for his team this final time,” Gina thought.

To torment her, Coach had told her last night, while he was fucking her in the motel, that he was letting the team drink in celebration and giving each member a Viagra after the game and permission to do whatever the hell they wanted to her.

That thought made her shudder when she remembered how brutal it was last Saturday and how worse it was going to be for her if the whole team was drinking as well.

The first text she got was from Josh, “We won!!!! 5-4. What did you think of my last goal? Three seconds left. It was crazy!”

“I saw it. It was amazing! I’m so proud of you! Sorry, but I had to leave to mail something for work once the game was over. When will you be home?” she lied in her return text.

Gina hated that she hadn’t even seen a game since her son was made co-captain, and now she had to pretend that she did.

“I don’t know. The team is going to celebrate for a while. See you tonight, maybe, if I’m not at someone's house. I’ll let you know,” Josh texted.

After a long pause, and with trembling hands, Gina texted back, “Have fun!”

Gina then did what she was told to do and turned on the music that Coach had prepared.

Wedding music was now playing out of the speakers in the office.

A short while later, Gina was trembling again, but for a different reason.

It was from the floor shaking from the feet of fifteen victorious 18-year-old boys pounding the ground, high on adrenaline, and all eagerly running to claim their sexual reward.

Saturday, Day 38 After the Final Game Reward

Coach locked his office door and walked to his truck with a pronounced limp.

He was exhausted, but his office was back the way it had been before the whole “reward” blackmail thing began.

The boys won the championship, and he won enough money from his bets on the game that he could pay for the boat he always dreamed of with cash and still have plenty of money left over to have fun with.

It almost didn’t happen.

It almost ended in a disaster, but everything worked out perfectly in the end.

Before starting the truck’s engine, he looked out his windshield at the high school and said, “What a wild ride,” before laughing aloud.

That made him think back to Thursday night.

Logan had just come over, and we were in the middle of getting some burgers ready to grill when suddenly, six to eight guys wearing goggles and black fabric masks that covered most of their faces burst through every door in the house.

They all had either pistols or metal batons, but the black military-style garb scared me the most because those guys all looked like professional killers out of a movie or something.

Before I could react, the three of us were being beaten brutally to the ground.

I saw Mark trying to block the blows with his arms while Logan was screaming after getting hit repeatedly in the ribs and groin.

I almost passed out from all the blows to my head.

By the time my mind and vision were clear again, I was tied to a kitchen chair lined up next to Mark and Logan.

My left knee was in agony from getting hit by a baton.

Logan was crying like a little bitch while Mark was asking me over and over again if I was ok.

“Yeah, I’m good. What the fuck is all this? Who are you?” I screamed only to get hit in the back of the head with a baton and told to shut the fuck up.

I remember noticing that one guy looked to be in charge.

They all had earpieces, but it looked like this guy was talking to someone.

Someone who was calling the shots from another location.

“Take whatever you want. Just leave us alone,” I pleaded.



“It’s not a robbery, shithead,” the leader said.

“What do you want, then?” I asked.

“You three pieces of shit have been blackmailing, raping and abusing an innocent, kind and beautiful woman who has never hurt another person in her life. You made her a perverted sexual reward for winning a god-damn stupid high-school soccer game! You are ruining the life of a precious, gentle angel. That ends tonight,” he answered.

At that, we all started talking at the same time.

“I’ll stop! I promise!” Mark yelled.

“No, it’s not like that with me. I mean, it was, but it’s not now,” Logan cried while trying to explain.

“Whatever you say! It’s over. Done. No more.” I swore.

“Well, that’s nice. You all agree to stop. Wait, what did you say again, Mr. Pimples?” the leader said to Logan.

“I’m not raping her. We love each other,” Logan repeated earnestly.

“Oh, yeah. This one. She told me about you. The retard that thinks that the woman he’s been raping every day for the past month is in love with him. Listen, fuck-nut, she made sure you were here for a reason. She wants you to get fucked over just as bad as the other two,” the leader said in an odd way before he motioned one of his men to smack Logan in the side of the head with a baton.

It was then that I realized the leader was merely repeating, word for word, whatever was said into his earpiece.

That’s why he was talking at a weird speed.

The mastermind behind this didn’t want to get caught in case anything went wrong.

I remember thinking, “Shit! We are in some serious fucking trouble.”

Logan shut up after that.

He started weeping, and other than saying his side hurt to breathe, he never said another word the whole night.

The kid found the reality of his situation with Gina tough to deal with, but he understood it all now.

“So you shitheads all agree. The blackmail is over. Now, how do I know that you’re not just going to go back to raping her or do something even worse after we leave? I think you need some kind of punishment as a physical reminder of why you don’t ever want to do anything to make us come back. So here’s what is going to happen. First, all three of you get one of your legs broken horribly,” the leader stated.

At that, Mark yelled and tried to break free of his bonds.

Which only got him a vicious smack from a bat across one of his forearms that were tied to the arms of the chair, which made him start to scream in pain.

“You all touched her with your hands without permission. So I want a hand from you all,” the leader said while the guy beside him took out a large pair of bolt cutters.

“Four fingers and one thumb make up a hand. I’ll let you all decide who loses the thumb. The other two lose two fingers each. Go!” he said.

Both kids started crying while I pleaded, “No! Please. Not my boy. Take my thumb and two fingers! Leave him alone!”

“You care about your boy?” I was asked.

“Yes!” I screamed.

“So seeing him get shot in the head would mess you up, huh?” he asked me and then quickly stood up, pointed a pistol at Mark’s head and pulled the trigger.

“Noooooooo!” I remember screaming.

But there was no bang noise from the gun.

Just a click.

And then another click.

“Oops, I forgot to load this one. Looks like the boys both pissed themselves, though. How about you, old man? You piss yourself? No? Well, we still have time. Where were we? Oh yeah, you offered us three fingers. I hope you’re not right-handed,” he said to me while the guy with the cutters moved closer.

I don’t remember what I said next, exactly.

Just desperate for something to save us, I guess.

I said something like, “No, she’s not so innocent. She’s not an angel! She’s lying to you. She’s a horrible fucking person! Gina loves having sex with her son! I swear. She fucked him three times in my office, and she loved every second. We didn’t make her! She did it all on her own! Please, I swear!”

The man with the cutters had my thumb between the blades and was just about to cut it off me when the leader stopped him and said, “What the fuck are you saying? She fucks her son? And he likes it? He’s ok fucking his mom? That sounds like complete bullshit. I’m supposed to believe you?” the leader relayed from whoever he heard in the earpiece.

“I swear! Her son Josh is on the soccer team. You’re right. Whenever they win a game, they all get to fuck her. Josh does too, but Josh doesn’t know it’s her because she wears a blond wig, slutty dresses and a mask!” I said, without any hope for salvation.

There was a long pause before the leader asked, “What kind of wig?”

“A long blonde one. Goes almost to her waist. And a mask! One of those fucking Madi Gra masks. Covers the whole top of her face to disguise her. And she wears these super slutty dresses. You wouldn’t believe how slutty she looks. She’s a total fucking slut, I swear! She owns the dresses! It was all her idea, not mine! So Josh has no idea it’s her, but she cums like crazy whenever he fucks her. We never make her do it with him. She does it herself. She gets off on it! She’s not the angel you think she is,” I told him.

There was a long pause while the boss and the leader were discussing something.

“Do you have any proof? Any pictures or videos?” the leader recited back.

“Yeah! On my phone! It’s on the table. The lock code is 781234!” I yelled.

After that, I remember the leader awkwardly sitting on a kitchen chair in front of me while he was scrolling through the videos and photos I had of Gina on my phone.

Then, I realized he had a camera mounted on his helmet and was making sure his boss was seeing everything he was.

There was another long pause after he was done showing the pics and vids.

Very long.

Coach looked at the clock and prayed that his wife didn’t come home early.

“So if you win the last game, You make her dress up like in these pictures and videos. Like a total whore. And you and 15 guys gangbang her as a reward?” he asked me.

“Yes. I sorry. I know how horrible that is. I’m sorry! It won’t happen! Please let us go!” I pleaded while still feeling the cold, sharp metal on my thumb.

“What happens if you lose?” he asked me.

I didn’t dare tell him, but did after one of his guys smashed Mark across the back of the head with a baton.

“We do it to her anyway! As a consolation prize!” I yelled.

Then, nothing was said for a long time while the leader listened to his boss's instructions.

The man with the cutters was waved away.

Then the leader sat back in his chair, leaned his face forward toward mine and said with a smile, “Life is funny sometimes, you know?”

Coach started his truck but didn’t drive away just yet.

He continued remembering what happened next that night.

It was so unexpected that he still couldn’t believe it.

How they were untied but told to remain seated.

Then the leader said that Gina’s blackmail hadn’t been canceled as of yet.

That it would continue until after the team had their way with Gina on Saturday, win or lose.

That Mark and I should continue to fuck her on Friday without hurting her, so she has no idea tonight ever took place.

The boss wanted to see the “realism”, whatever the fuck that meant, although it makes sense now that it’s all over.

Logan was not allowed to go near her ever again, though.

Not even after the last game as a reward.

The boss wasn’t going to risk his retarded love fantasy ruining anything.

Fuck yeah, we all agreed with that one.

Then he said that I would be texted where to go to pick up a package containing an outfit that Gina had to wear on Saturday.

All the pictures and videos of Gina wearing the blonde wig were to be uploaded to an online site that would be determined later, and then everything about her would be deleted from our phones.

Failure to do so would “not be healthy for any of you,” he said.

The leader copied my cell number and told me to expect further instructions before the game on Saturday regarding what to do and how Gina was to be treated.

Coach then drove to a coffee shop drive-thru.

While waiting in line, he remembered that there were other things in addition to the outfit in the bag he got that day..

Four expensive video cameras and tripods with written orders to record every second that Gina was in his office.

From the moment she started getting changed to whatever happened at the very end.

Which I made sure to do!

Along with the cameras, there were gift cards for things to buy and instructions on decorating the office.

Thank God, Mark came up with the clever idea to hide the cameras in old speaker boxes, so the team wouldn’t know they were being recorded.

After he got his coffee, Coach pulled into a parking spot.

The back of his truck was packed with the bed from his office and everything else the mystery men gave him, including whatever the fuck those crazy-looking dildos that looked like dragon dicks were called.

He had to just sit quietly and think.

The last few days had wiped him out both physically and emotionally.

He remembered the exhilaration when the team won today.

On the field, the team accepted the hugs and congratulations from family and friends, but he could see in their faces that they all really just wanted to get back to his office and enjoy their reward.

Eventually, he and all 15 players were heading back into the school.

After he gathered them all together, he poured champagne into 15 big plastic cups, passed around bottles of liquor, handed out Viagra and told them all that Barbie was begging for the team to destroy her, to make her scream from the very first moment to the last.

That nothing was forbidden, and if she screamed in pain, then they were doing exactly what she wanted.

He also told them about the bottles of tequila and whiskey on the table next to the bed and that they needed to make sure Barbie drank both bottles before they were done with her.

For some reason, that wasn’t explained to him, the secret boss wanted Gina shitfaced by the end.

Coach smiled, remembering how the team was so riled up he thought they were going to break down his office door to get to her.

He intentionally kept them waiting in line for the first round with her to make them crazier.

After that, it was going to be a free-for-all.

He almost felt sorry for Gina, almost.

Coach remembered checking in on Gina a few times during the afternoon to ensure her wig and mask were still in place.

Surprisingly, they were, but her bridal gown was ripped to shreds at the end of Round One.

By the end of Round Two, the gown was gone.

By the end of Round Three, all she had left on were high heels, shredded thigh-highs, a bridal veil, one glove, and the garter belt.

Coach had gotten so used to Gina screaming constantly that he only got concerned when she suddenly stopped in the middle of Round Three.

It turned out that Psycho was able to get his whole fist up her ass, which caused Gina to pass out from the pain.

Funny enough, it was Josh and a few other guys who woke her up by pissing on his mother’s face and in her mouth.

It was surprising that a nice kid like Josh would ever do something so disgusting, but he had been drinking, and Coach doubted he would even remember doing it tomorrow.

Almost everyone, especially Gina, was drunk at that point.

It's a good thing they had Logan acting as a taxi to take everyone home.

Not only was Logan not allowed to partake in the sexual finale, but the poor guy didn’t even play in the game because his ribs were so sore.

Coach thought he might have several bruised or even cracked ribs from the attack on Thursday night.

He had never seen anyone so crestfallen as Logan was.

The kid must have honestly thought she had a thing for him.

Stupid retard!

At last, all the players were gone, and only Mark and himself were left.

Mark went to open the outside door while I texted the number I was given to confirm that everything was all set.

What happened next was something that Coach thought would be the strangest thing he had ever experienced in his life.

Even though he was told beforehand some of what was going to happen, and he even made preparations to let it all happen, it was still surprising and fucked up.

Almost immediately, three guys showed up dressed in the same outfits as Thursday night.

One was carrying a duplicate of the wedding dress that the team had destroyed.

Then they put black hoods over both our heads.

Then, they made us sit in chairs beside each other just outside the office door.

Then Coach heard the sound of more people entering his office and could see multiple feet through an open space at the bottom of his hood.

At least ten people were present, based on the footsteps he heard and the shoes he saw, but probably more.

What happened next was just an assumption since he couldn’t see, but Coach figured that from the sudden sounds Gina was making, she was being fucked by everyone who walked past him.

And fucked really, really hard.

It went on for a long time, too.

Even longer than the time it took for 15 Viagra-enhanced eighteen-year-old boys to gangbang her into oblivion.

In between Gina moaning and screaming in pain, he heard the sounds of whips striking her flesh, powerful vibrations, and the crackle of electricity.

Twice during all that, Coach suddenly heard a female voice that wasn’t Gina's, but because of the hood and the wedding music, he couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“What the fuck? Was Gina getting it on with a woman, too? Fuck! I want to see that!” Coach remembered saying to himself.

And then another voice, male this time, and they were arguing about something.

Something about a wedding, maybe?

And him being disappointed in her?

What the fuck was that all about?

Guy sounded really pissed off, too.

Then he felt something rub up against his legs.

Something furry.

He looked down, and between that small gap in the bottom of the hood, he saw the leg and tail of a brown dog next to his right leg.

Then he felt something touching his left leg, and he saw the black fur of another dog.

Judging by how the backs of both were higher than his hips on the chair he was sitting in, Coach knew they were two massive animals.

Maybe more than two.

“What the fuck?” Coach thought to himself again, “Did these guys think they needed dogs for protection from us, too? No way Mark and I could hurt them even if we wanted to.”

But when he heard the dogs being called and one of the men saying, “Your turn, boys. Go get her,” Coach almost lost his mind.

“Holy shit! Gina’s getting fucked by dogs, too? I want to get in on that! Son of a bitch!” Coach screamed with lust in his mind.

But he never got involved in anything else with Gina.

He and Mark were only allowed to fuck her on Friday to keep the illusion that the blackmail was still in place.

That was why he and Mark had fucked Gina in all their favorite positions and savored every second they had with her, because they both knew it wouldn’t ever happen again.

Hours later, one of the guys in black took off their blindfolds, and Coach was informed that it was all over.

Coach watched as a few men carried Gina away to her house, where she would be cleaned up and put to bed.

Only after Gina was gone and he was back in his office did Coach realize that the men had taken all the video cameras with them, including his own hidden ones, but everything else was left for him to dispose of.

He would never see what happened to Gina in his office with the men in black.

The soccer game had ended at noon, and by the time the men in masks were gone, it was after 9 PM.

Coach finished his coffee and drove home to decompress some more.

Sunday, Day 39 Blackmailed No More

Gina woke up in agony several times during the night.

She didn’t know it, but each time she did, two nurses that Mr. Green had provided tended to her care.

Sometimes, a cold cloth was put on her face; other times, she was given IV fluids, medicine, or changes to the bandages on her sides, thighs, back and ass caused by both the whips and the dog’s nails.

Once it was determined that Gina didn’t have anything broken or torn and needed nothing else other than rest, the nurses left after leaving her with written instructions.

Gina woke up again just before noon.

She had no memory of how she got home or how she was put to bed.

Or how she was bathed and dressed in soft pajamas she had never seen before.

She saw several and felt several more, small bandages on her arms, ribs and legs for deep scratches she didn’t remember getting.

It was obvious that she had been tended to with great care.

She wondered why she wasn’t in pain until she saw a bottle of strong pre***********ion pain meds on the table next to her, along with future care instructions.

There was no name listed on the bottle, though.

Next to the bottle was a note.

“My dearest Kitten. My apologies that I couldn’t keep yesterday from happening to you, but let me assure you that your troubling situation has ended. Expect no contact ever again from that unkind party. As a gesture of apology for my tardiness, I have left you an envelope with a monetary gift, hoping you will forgive me. Also, I have asked your bosses to give you 2 weeks off to recover, and they said yes. Rest and be happy.”

It was some time before Gina realized she was crying, and only then did she notice that Mr. Green’s note, which she had been reading and rereading, had become wet from her falling tears of joy.

Luckily, the poor mother had fewer memories of yesterday than at any other time after a winning game.

The alcohol the boys forced her to drink helped in that regard.

Still, what she did remember was ten times more horrific as well, and she was starting to remember more and more as the day went on.

What could possibly make a group of well-behaved teens take such pleasure in torturing her as they did?

Including her own son!

No!

She refused to acknowledge that her wonderful son had done anything hurtful to his mother.

She blocked it out of her mind.

Her son fucked her hard but didn’t rape her like all the others!

It was the other boys who made her gag and choke on their cocks.

It was all the other boys who slapped and punched her all over her body.

“Oh my god! Those lines on my back, legs and ass! They’re whip marks! I remember those boys literally whipped me!” Gina cried out loud as more and more memories flooded back to her.

But it was strange.

She didn’t remember the faces or voices of any of the boys who had whipped her.

Were they even the boys on the team?

But who else would have?

All she could remember were just dark shapes and shadowy figures…wearing….tuxedos?

Shapes and figures that were much larger and stronger than those of teenagers.

Was there an altar in Coach's office?

Why does she remember getting married?

To a man,,,,that…looked like Mr. Green?

It must have been a dream because of the wedding dress.

But why was I in a wedding dress anyway?

Gina just blamed it on all the alcohol the boys made her drink while they were raping her.

It was then that the pain medicine she had last taken started to wear off, and Gina started to feel a stabbing pain in her rectum, which got so bad that she thought she would pass out.

At first, she only assumed it was from the multiple anal rapes she endured, but then the poor woman recalled when Psycho had gleefully told her he was going to “stick my fist up your ass.”

She could tell now that he succeeded and raced as best she could to take more pain meds.

The morning continued slowly for Gina, and so did the return of too many horrible memories.

She remembered a dark figure taking off her mask, but she didn’t care for some reason.

Maybe because, at that time, she was being fucked with something horrific.

What was it?

It vibrated so much.

A dark shadow was between her spread legs, and was trying to get the entire enormous appendage into her vagina and was succeeding.

“It was a blue and green something with….huge suckers? Oh my god, was it a tentacle? What the hell did Coach have the boys do to her?” she thought.

Was it only Coach, though?

She seemed to remember hearing Mr. Green’s voice yelling at her that she was a filthy whore and a disappointment.

Several times.

Very much like when Mr. Green was on the phone with his daughter the night Gina had sex with him.

But that doesn’t make any sense.

She must have been mistaken and only heard his voice speaking when he was rescuing her.

Mr. Green must have wanted to be there in person when he rescued her.

That’s why he didn’t act on Thursday night like he promised.

Mr. Green wanted to be there for her.

“I wonder if he burst through the office door like something of a superhero in an action movie and then carried me in his arms all the way to my home,” Gina thought with a doped-up smile.

Gina tried to make herself eat some toast, but spat it out on the kitchen table after she remembered what else had been in her mouth yesterday.

It was obscene just to think about it.

Gina prayed that all the ghastly memories of what she did with two dogs were only imagined nightmares and not what really happened.

But with fresh tears running down her face, she knew it was all true.

She could still remember the unique taste from when a misshapen dog penis jizzed in her mouth the first time.

When Josh came home from the overnight stay with his friends, Gina was drugged up enough on pain meds to greet him with a smile and a hug.

After he told her about the game, being interviewed by the news again and then staying overnight at a teammate's house, Gina said she was fighting a stomach virus and needed to go to bed.

Josh tended to his mother while she stayed in her room, while he hosted a party and celebrated with his whole team, except for Mark and Logan, who said they were sorry they couldn’t be there.

Six Weeks Later:

As Mr. Green had promised, Gina has had no contact with Coach, Mark or Logan ever again.

She had asked Josh once why she hadn’t seen those two friends at the house, and Josh just said that they were really busy, like it was no big deal.

So Gina’s life was back to normal, except for two things.

First, was that she often suffered panic attacks that were all triggered by random memories of being raped in the past month.

Memories of being raped by Mark and all the grotesque things he did to her, specifically.

But she was too embarrassed and ashamed to go to therapy for help.

Second, was that her unhealthy obsession with having sex with her son had only increased rather than faded away.

It took almost two weeks before her vagina was healed enough so she could fully take Josh’s penis inside her without pain, but after that, she did it as often as she could.

Josh liked the way he woke up, feeling refreshed after using the sleeping pills his mother had been giving him, and on every night that he took one, Gina spent most of that night in her son’s bed, satisfying her and his sexual needs.

Gina felt guilty, but she couldn’t help herself.

It was the only thing she had found to relieve the anxiety and depression she had been suffering.

To make matters more impossible for her to stop, Josh became increasingly more alive during their lovemaking, which she absolutely loved.

Josh’s body had always responded to her touch despite being in a deep sleep, but recently, he was taking a more active role.

His formerly random breast squeezes were now constant, and what used to be haphazard pelvic thrusting was a lot more focused and turned into a more purposeful grinding motion.

Gina wasn’t complaining.

It was like a dream come true for her.

She remembered having many erotic dreams when she was on the same pills and assumed Josh was just having them now as well, and acting out in them.

She was more than happy to give her body to her son to go along with whatever he was dreaming about.

Then one night, while she was riding on top of Josh while he was squeezing and sucking on her breasts, Josh kept himself inside her while rolling over on top of his mom.

Gina was surprised at first, but since Josh never took his sucking mouth off one of her nipples and continued to rapidly thrust his penis into her, the impending orgasm she had been feeling robbed her of thinking anything more about it.

When she felt Josh press his pelvis against her clit and start to grind his hips while his whole 9-inch cock was completely buried in her pussy with his cockhead pressing against her g-spot, the “impending” orgasm she was feeling rapidly turned into an “on the verge” one.

Gina closed her eyes and expected to ride a glorious wave of ecstasy.

So when Josh suddenly stopped what he was doing and clearly said, “Mom, I can’t do this anymore,” she was absolutely stunned.

When she opened her eyes and saw her son's face just inches from her own, and clearly saw that he wasn’t asleep, Gina couldn’t move.

She couldn’t speak.

She felt like her whole world was ending.

There was no way she could explain or even lie her way out of this.

Josh started to grind himself into her again while he continued to speak, “Three weeks ago, I dropped the sleeping pill you gave me, and it rolled under the stove. I didn’t feel like getting it, so I just went to bed. And an hour later, you were naked and getting into bed with me. I thought maybe that you were drunk again like before, but you weren’t.”

Gina felt like she was silently dying inside while Josh exposed her perversion and was about to explain herself, but then his pelvis pressed hard into her clit, and she could only gasp out loud.

She wanted to tell him a hundred things, but being on the constant verge of a very confusing orgasm kept her from speaking.

“Why is Josh still moving inside me? Is he doing it because he’s mad at me? I’m still so close to…” she thought before forcing herself to focus on what he was telling her.

“At first, I was shocked and was about to ask you what you were doing, but by that time, you had my dick in your mouth. I’m sorry, I wanted to stop you, but it felt so good, and I also didn’t want to embarrass you. When you finally stopped, I thought that was it, but you started talking while you were getting on top of me to have sex. You told me you were sorry to do this again, but needed me badly. That you were so lonely and felt so alone, but that this made you feel alive. So I knew you had done this with me before that night. I never swallowed a pill after that and never said a word to you every time you had sex with me afterward,” Josh said before lowering his head and sucking on her nipples again.

“Oooohhhh..! Josh. I can’t. I’m so sorry,” Gina said, trying to apologize, but she couldn’t focus at all on what he was saying because Josh was continuing to keep her on the very verge of cumming.

“I’m sorry too, Mom, and I can’t keep doing this,” he told her just before gently pulling one of her nipples up with his teeth.

“I understand, baby. We can stop,” Gina said sadly, but also wishing he would do that to her nipple again.

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean, I’m not going to pretend I’m asleep anymore while I’m fucking you,” Josh said confidently while suddenly increasing the speed of his forceful thrusts into her pussy.

“Oh, my god, baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Always!” Gina screamed while her son triggered the most intense orgasm inside her that she had ever felt in her life.

Epilogue:

Mother and Son

Gina and Josh continued their incestuous relationship and had sex with each other multiple times a day for several months until Josh left for college.

Once they were apart from each other, though, they both came to realize that what they were doing was wrong, although that didn’t stop them from having sex every time Josh was home on break.

Eventually, Josh started dating, and things cooled down with his mother, but not entirely.

They were back to a typical mother/son relationship by the time he graduated from college.

If Josh ever figured out that Barbie was actually his mom, he never told her, which was fine by Gina.

Josh

He received a 4-year full scholarship from each of his top two college choices, which made Gina feel glad that her month-long sexual abuse and torment wasn’t for nothing.

Josh saw Mark and Logan a few times during the summer, and they were very friendly, but they always had an excuse not to hang out at Josh’s house like they used to.

Once college started, he seldom saw either of them ever again.

Gina

Eventually, Gina earned a marketing manager position at her workplace.

She remained friends with Mr. Green, but he never asked her to spend any “special” time with him again.

Gina started dating once Josh graduated from college.

It took her a long time to be safe with any man she met, but a few years later, she married a man who loved her and made her very happy.

Mr. Green

Mr. Green no longer felt the need to act out any of the fantasies he had about his daughter with Gina since he now had multiple hours of video of Gina being forced to perform every depraved sexual act he could ever think of his daughter doing.

John felt terrible about all the obscene things he put Gina through, but he didn’t become as rich as he was by ignoring perfect opportunities like the one he conceived of that night while threatening her blackmailers.

Eventually, Mr. Green would have coerced Gina to do everything that was done to her that day anyway and would gladly have paid her a hefty price for it, but now he was able to shift all the blame on Coach and his boys while he was perceived as the noble hero.

He couldn’t have been happier with the results.



Mr. Green’s Daughter

Mr. Green’s daughter continued to annoy her father by living her life like a party slut despite now being married.

She thought her father was going to have a stroke from the rage he experienced at her wedding after he saw the slutty wedding dress she was wearing while he walked her down the aisle.

He even called her twice during her honeymoon to yell at her about it and tell her how disappointed he was with her.

But things seemed to get better between them after that.

However, she never found out what happened to her missing wedding gown after she returned from her honeymoon.

Even the spare copy of the dress was missing.

She just assumed that her daddy had thrown it away in a fit of anger.

Coach, Mark and Logan

Each of them felt they had narrowly missed having their lives ruined, so they counted their blessings and stayed far away from Gina for the rest of their lives.

But they did all joyfully reminisced about her whenever they were together.

The End

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