Son finds out mom's secret and blackmailed here for bjs
I probably have the simplest story on this site.
Nothing elaborate, Just another cliche story of a bored housewife who cheats on her hard working husband. Ya It's a straightforward story of adultery.. Many of you may have even stopped reading and moved on to another more tawdry tail , and I get it, but while it's simple… its not boring. Because while many wives are banging their bosses, or the pool boy, or their personal trainers.. I was now sleeping with my son.
Of course It didn't start that way.. We're Americans but we actually live in France. My husband has a great job and it brought us here almost 2 years ago. I didn't have a career that I could do from here, and since it wasn't necessary (money wise) we just decided that I wouldn't work. I would be a stay at home mother who tended the house.. Which sounded really cute at first, but our son is well into his teens and doesn't need to be taken care of, plus he's at school during the day, which really means I just tidy up and cook. This didn't take up as much time as you'd think, so I quickly became bored.. And lonely. My husband had a great career, but it took up his time and focus. It was hard to go out and make friends given the language barrier, but of course you always meet your neighbors, and in this case it was a married couple (no kids) around my same age..
Long story short, it didn't take long for them to proposition me into ménage à trois (threesome)! How very French! It was incredibly out of character for me! I'd never had a threesome before, I never even experimented in college, and I'd never cheated in any relationship… But that's what made it so sexy! It was like I was being a different person, living a secret life! When I was with my husband and son I was Miss Susie Homemaker, but when they were away I was in the middle of a sex-sandwich! Tasting cock and cunt in the same afternoon. It was a mixture of intensely arousing sensations, both physical and mental. Then afterwards I could return to my perfect little life, satisfied and fulfilled.
This went on for several months without anyone being the wiser.. So how did my son come into play?? Unlike many other mother's confessions of incest, I never wanted my son, never thought of him sexually at all. There was no hidden desires, no secret fantasies, no longing for forbidden pleasure… I was just the victim of a horny teenager using blackmail to get his dick sucked. In all fairness I don't actually think my son, Paul, wanted his mother either, he was just taking advantage of the situation, and it happened to be me.
One day Paul approached me in the kitchen while I was preparing dinner, he had just gotten home and his father was still at work.
“Mom. I know you've been cheating on dad.” he said. I turned quickly in his direction.. He looked visibly nervous, almost sweating, unsure of how this conversation would go.
“What are you talking about Paul? That isn't funny” I scolded, but I was trembling. He raised up his phone and pressed it, a video began playing. Masculine groans and the delighted squealing of female voices filled the kitchen. I stormed forward until I could clearly make out my naked body moving up and down atop a man's, while another woman slid her hands across my bare breasts while kissing my neck. I was torn between my motherly response to yell at him, But then frozen by the realization that he knew.. not only did he really know of my infidelity, but he'd seen it, seen ME! God knows how many times he's watched.. Watched me have sex, watched my body like this.. I thought of grabbing the phone from his hands.
“I have more.” he said, as if reading my mind. “I have pictures, duplicates of the video, saved, not just on my phone.” he still looked nervous, but prepared. He's likely been rehearsing this conversation for days if not weeks.
“Paul please! Do not… it'll never happen again, I promise! This would ruin our family!..” I looked him straight in the eyes, pleading.
“Well… suck it.. I mean me, I mean..” he blurted out, fumbling his words.
“What?” I asked, truly confused. But his intent became clearer as he pulled down the front of his shorts, underwear and all. Allowing his schlong to flop out in front of him.
Shit, at that moment I would have done anything to prevent not only my husband but the rest of our family from finding out what I had done. Friends, family members.. imagine my mother who is still alive finding out that my husband left me because I was having three ways with my neighbors!
I looked back up at his face, admittedly he did not look entirely sure of himself, but he stood fast, not backing down. He didn't say another word, he didn't even really look at me, he just stared straight ahead, waiting. I didn't know what to do. Honestly, if this were any other person blackmailing me like this, I wouldn't even think twice, I'd be gargling his ball juice before he even finished his sentence. I like dick, and if sucking one would make this all go away then so be it… But of course this was my son. So I looked at him, debating with myself, running through alternative options in my head, but nothing sounded like something a young man would agree to instead getting head. And so I didn't argue with him, I just knelt down.
As soon as my knees touched the cold tile floor I took him in my hand and stroked him a few times. He quickly plumped up and I did what I had to. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and leaned forward. I got straight to work, My lips slid rapidly back and forth across the ridges of his prick, while my hand grabbed the base. The room was quiet, but the soft sound of felacio hummed in my head. Luckily I was good at this, finishing the unpleasant request rather quickly. It wasn't long, mere minutes, before he came unexpectedly. The first shot hitting the back of my throat while I was in a forward motion.. I gagged, Coughed really, nearly causing sperm to shoot out of my nose. I was angry. Granted I was angry about the whole thing, but at that moment I was mostly angry that he didn't warn me before cumming, and now it was too late, I simply had to let him finish, lest he shoot it on my clothes or face. His hips jerked a bit, clenching his buttocks, I could feel him pumping more jizz into my mouth with each twitch. He never made a sound though, who knows what expressions his face made, but he remained quiet all the way until he finished, then quickly pulling his meat from my lips and practically running out of the room.
I remained kneeling there, a mouth full of my son's warm semen.. that realization made me want to cry. I stood up and went and spit it into the sink, washing it away. ‘My Son's Semen ’! I thought to myself again and again, watching it disappear down the drain. I had tried to clear the thought from my mind while I did the deed, pretending it was someone else.. I was just blowing a man to keep him quiet. But now I couldn't ignore that the person I was just sucking for silence was my son. I was so quick to accept his terms for discretion.. And now it was hitting me like a ton of bricks. I just stood there weeping over the sink.
I avoided him and my husband the rest of the night, saying I felt ill. I just wanted to forget the whole thing, but Paul had other plans. The next day he came home and walked into my bedroom. I had the door closed specifically because I didn't want to see him, but he was a man on a mission. I was sitting in a chair, at least acting like I was reading, and he came and stood in front of me and pulled his shorts down again.
“What are you doing Paul?!”
“um, you know… if uh, you want me to stay quiet about your affair.. Then, uh, Suck it. ”
“ I already did that! You already said youd keep it a secret if I did that, and I did!”
“ok, but that was yesterday, what's going to stop me from telling dad today? the only thing keeping me quiet is if I keep getting.. You know.. Head.”
This ass hole! Now, reading this you would think that he was being pretty fucking cocky, but while his words seemed demanding and bossy . His voice was shaking and it even cracked some, he was nervous again. But also, he was a young man who, like any other, was horny and in his case he had a means to do something about it.. So he was playing his only card. I almost couldn't blame him, I mean, If I could blackmail someone for something, I would too. I stood there dumbfounded. But with his dick in my face, and with the looming arrival of his father practically yelling at me to hurry up, and my multiple acts of indiscretion hanging over me, I chose instead to give into my son's demands once more. I leaned forward on my chair and grabbed his waist, pulling his groin towards me.. Once again the moment was quick and again weirdly quiet. I've never heard a guy be silent through any sex act, especially during his climax, but somehow he managed, honestly I didn't like it. Again he came without warning, although I was able to react better to it. And after he was finished, he scurried back out the door before even pulling up his shorts. I sat there, with more questions than the last time, eventually spitting his load into my bathroom sink and weeping some more.
It happened every day for the rest of the week. He came home demanding a blow job wherever he found me, and every time I gave in, still unsure of how to get out of the situation. By Friday he didn't even say anything, he simply pulled it out. I looked him up and down for a second, disgusted, but still resigned to do my task. The weekend was a welcome reprieve from his needs, with his father home I was free. Of course, come Monday afternoon he was back at it, filling my mouth with the salty taste of a noiseless orgasm.
The next day I thought I'd come up with a solution! I simply wasn't home when he got there. It wasn't uncommon that I might be out, shopping or for some other appointments, what was to be done about that? He couldnt hold it against me, I was just not home.. But he did, after 3 days of conveniently not being available, he sent me a text, a picture actually, a picture he'd taken looking down at me giving HIM head! I got the message, and the next day I was home when he arrived, and he got what he wanted.
Every other day I'd protest again, ‘this has gone on long enough’, and he'd respond ‘fine, I'll just tell dad’.. Clearly there was a chance he was bluffing.. By outing me he would also be divulging that it had been him who proposed the idea of, and willingly participated in, incest with his own mother.. So I felt I could call him on that, but he could still show evidence of my torrid affair, and that was enough to shut me up and take one in the mouth. I finally decided that losing 6 or so minutes out of my day, and a salty aftertaste, was not a high price to pay for keeping my life intact. And so our arrangement continued. Paul would come home every day and present his pecker to me as some sort of offering, that I would in turn take into my mouth, close my eyes and suck fast and hard, so as to complete my obligatory duty to my son as quickly as possible.
Another week of this went by until finally I had to say something. He came home and went into his room to put his stuff down, this time I sought him out, coming in after him.
“Paul” I said, startling him, “we need to talk about this,” I said, sort of gesturing towards his crotch, “I don't like it”.
“um, well, you know that..” he stated, but I cut him off.
“I already know what you're going to say, and I'm not here to argue about it, but if this is going to continue there are going to be changes.. it needs to be more tolerable.. For me. Right now it's unbearably awkward to say the least. You are far too pushy, and you need to remember I am your mother goddammit! And you are being absolutely insufferable! I have agreed to your terms as a means to preserve my marriage and our family, but you are not the boss of me! You need to understand that this may not happen every single day, I have other things to do too. But if you want this to happen regularly, then you need to be more respectful!” he was frozen, looking at the floor, like a child in trouble, “and this experience needs to improve.” I stated as I went and sat on his bed, “now come here.” he didn't move, possibly seeing it as some sort of trap. He finally moved. “To go along with being respectful,” I continued, “you need to understand that I will not drop everything just because you came home with a hard on, if I'm in the middle of something then you can wait! Next, hard surfaces, like tile floors, hurt my knees, I would prefer the carpet, or better yet, you can get me a pillow, or I can sit, understand?” it was a rhetorical question, I knew damn well he couldn't speak right now. “Next, you HAVE to warn me before you finish, just say when you're about to cum ok? And it's not just me, any girl would require the same thing! To go along with that, you are painfully quiet while I'm going down on you. I understand that speaking or moaning or whatever, probably seems like it would be weird, but it's even more weird to be in complete silence, plus the quiet actually makes it feel like what we're doing is wrong, which it is, but I'd like to be able to pretend that it isn't, got it? .. And having some sound helps it feel…. Normal. So please, work on that. Now go ahead and take it out so we can do this before your father gets home.” I started putting my hair back behind my ears while he hesitated, “NOW, or you're not getting one today.” he snapped out of it, and pulled down the front of his pants.
He was completely soft, not a surprise since I just yelled at him. I spit in my hand and stroked him vigorously, his body didn't need much more convincing, and when it was hard enough I stuffed him into my mouth, a couple seconds of that and he was fully erect. So I bobbed my head back and forth, with my hand helpingly stroking along, yet still there was silence, so I stopped. I looked up at him, his eyes were tightly shut and an expression of near pain across his face, “Paul?!” he looked down at me, cringing, “does it feel good or doesn't it?” he just nodded, “well then act like it! Both men and women feed off of their partners, if it sounds uncomfortable then I feel uncomfortable, got it!?” still no verbal answer, but at least he nodded. I went back to work on his prick. There was still a few moments of silence, but then finally something. Soft moaning, more like heavy breathing, but at least it wasn't just the slobbering sounds of uneasy oral. My bobbing continued. The groans grew louder, not quite what they should be, but it was better. He was lasting longer than usual, I'm sure it was because of the tongue-lashing I'd given him (no pun intended). Eventually there was a whiny ‘I gonna cum’ squeaking through his gritted teeth, just in time for me to brace for impact. Warm salty splooge, poured onto my tongue, each gush accompanied by apprehensive grunts. He finished with a satisfying sigh of relief, and stepped back. He tucked his rigid, glistening young rod away, and stood there unsure of what to do now, since normally he would just run away. Generally speaking I wasn't against swallowing, although I had yet to swallow my son's load, mostly as some form of internal protest. But It seemed wrong to walk out without a final word, so I made a subtle gulp, not so obvious as to grotesquely advertise what I was doing, but not fully hide it either. He noticed. “Well,” I started, “now what do you say?”
“thank you mom.”
“That's more like it, you're welcome. Now do your homework.” and I left.
By the next week he was holding my hair back for me and moaning quite enthusiastically. By the week after that he was practically throat-fucking me at times, others he would have my face down in his lap while he played video games or watched tv, using my mouth to relax after a long day at school. Daily blow jobs were still expected, but no longer rudely demanded. In fact he never even needed to ask for them, they just happened. I knew our family's schedule better than anyone, so I knew if and when head could best take place. Sometimes it couldn't, and he had learned to accept that without question. Some days they happened after school as usual, and others they got shuffled around to more convenient times. We had to work around his school and extracurriculars, his father's work (which fortunately stayed pretty consistent for the most part), and other occasional appointments.. This meant that when an afternoon BJ wasn't possible, we could sometimes work one in, in the morning, or sometimes LATE at night, after his father went to bed. They became so much a part of my life that I thought about them the way I thought about any other chore or errand when I was planning out my days.. Conversations like ‘ok so Friday I have a Dr appointment and I need to pickup dry cleaning before your dad gets home, so we won't be able to do anything that afternoon, however I can make it up to you Saturday morning because your dad has an early golf tee time, so I'll just take care of you while he's out, and then don't forget you need to finish that history paper before Monday.’ The ever present nature of our underlying mother-son seudo-sexual relationship actually helped make the whole thing less weird. Openly talking about it, being able to plan and prepare for these interactions made it feel better, not good, but better.
I couldn't yet say that I liked doing them, but I didn't hate them either.. They were like changing a baby's diapers, no one LIKES doing it, but it's necessary, and something you know you signed up for. Eventually you don't hate it and it can even be cute and fun… That's Kinda where I was…
Paul's enjoyment was a reflection on me, and I began taking pride in it. With that said, I did my best to not think of him as my son, I rarely opened my eyes during the act, and instead pretended that this was someone else. But that doesn't mean I didn't try to enjoy myself too, yet after more than 6 months, it was getting MORE difficult. We were very limited on where we could do this, we didn't even own a car here, so the house was the only choice. He could either stand, sit, or lay down.. Him laying was my least favorite, so that didn't happen much.
One day I found myself face down in his lap while he sat on the sofa buck naked. He had just gotten home from soccer and so I made him shower first. He came out with a towel around his waist and I had him sit down while I took my place in front of him. I opened the towel and he sprang up instantly. I almost smiled.. Even though he got it regularly, he would still get hard at the drop of a hat (oh the perks of youth) I took it as a compliment. Now I know that this was already a task that I didn't really want to do, but the whole act had also become monotonous.. Not just due to location, but after a few months of boring no frills blow jobs, it had gotten to where I was about to throw in the towel and call off the arrangement and tell my husband myself! If this was going to work, I needed to at least have some fun doing it.. And so I started to spice things up, mostly for my own benefit. This afternoon was no different, I spit on it, fondled the balls, slapped it even… Really I just tried to play around.. While it was in my mouth I tried savoring it. I had learned his dick quite well, the ridges, veins, its prominently large head.. I knew what he liked most (sliding my tongue against the crease on the bottom), and I now actually made an effort to increase his enjoyment. But the biggest change was that I began making noises too. First was moaning, then purposefully gagging a bit, and now I tried dirty talk..
I took him out of my mouth and licked up the side and said “you like when mommy does this?”.. I know what you're thinking, ‘thats totally perverse! You actually say mommy!?’ and allow me to explain myself.. Yes I did, but it's not because I am his mom, or that I was trying to point out that this was incest, it's just because that's what I'd say sometimes, even with my husband… it's just like guys calling themselves daddy during sex, I don't know why, but it feels right.. I'll admit that it threw Paul off at first too, but now he's fine with it.. Ultimately what it comes down to is that rather than just bobbing away robotically, I tease him and play with it a bit. His noises and movements.. The excited pleading, and inpatient squirming as my mouth caresses his cock, It's fun. Of course I eventually have to get down to business and make him cum before his father gets home. The point is I'm just trying to make it less dull for myself... Trying to regain the excitement of my former affair.
But there was also a surprise twist, I was actually starting to get aroused while pleasing him! No I wasn't turned on by my SON per se, but giving a BJ is a sexual act, and engaging in a sex act is bound to turn you on! And that's what's happened. I had ended things with the neighbors after Paul confronted me about the affair, so I was being deprived of that forbidden fun.. When I first started realizing that I was getting turned on from these oral sex sessions with Paul, it really jump started my sex life with my husband again.. But at the end of the day, that was still just sex with my husband, and not exactly risqué. However, going down on Paul (son or not) gave me that excitement each afternoon that I had been getting before. Because it was a naughty secret, and still an affair of sorts, apparently my body liked that! But without gratification of my own it just wasn't hitting the spot, So there was only one thing to do.
A few days later Paul came home and I was waiting for him.. In his bed.. Naked. I didn't want to have the talk, I certainly didn't want to bring up the topic of incest, and I didn't want to make things awkward again.. So instead I decided to be as blunt as possible with my proposal.. He walked into his room to put his things down, like he always did, and found me already completely nude, on all 4s, feet hanging off the edge of his bed, my exposed cunt waiting for him…
I was looking over my shoulder, smiling at him. Let's face it, what guy wouldn't like to come home to this?! Except that Paul looked terrified, I wanted to laugh, but instead I simply said 3 words, “it's my turn.” and I wiggled my butt. Somehow he didn't understand.. “get on your knees and eat mommy's pussy.” He dropped down like a sack of potatoes. He crawled forward and stopped with his face an inch away. I could feel his breath. I don't know if he'd done this before, but he hesitantly stuck out his tongue and leaned in. He started by simply probing my smooth hairless slit a few times, and I'm guessing he liked what he tasted, because soon he was lapping me up like a dog! He must've known at least something about cunalingus because he found the clit easily and latched on, sucking it like a baby on a teet. He moved up and down my Crack, even digging into my anus which was a nice surprise. The excitement coupled with his unexpected skill gave me a gushing orgasm that I can only Imagine was running down his face, but still he continued. And while it was rather enjoyable, I still had other plans.
“now fuck me.”
His head popped up, and he jumped to his feet, immediately removing his clothes. I laid my head down on his mattress, sticking my ass in the air, waiting. His hands touched my upturned cheeks, as the tip of his penis brushed against the lips of my spread snatch, sending shivers through my body. He seemed to know what he was doing, lining himself up with my moist opening. I'd always assumed he was a virgin given his incessant need to be pleased by me, rather than some girlfriend.. And maybe he was a virgin, but sex is rather intuitive, especially for men, and especially when the woman is presenting herself to him in such an accommodating fashion. Regardless, he found the right hole with no need for guidance from me, and he pressed himself in..
We both gasped in unison. Once he was fully engulfed by my vagina he paused for a moment, maybe he was just admiring the view, maybe savoring the feeling, I didn't mind, I was rather enjoying it myself. But soon his inexperience showed, as he was rapidly humping me like a small dog. Whatever porn had taught him about eating pussy it had clearly not been as helpful about intercourse. But I decided it best not to interrupt with any sort of direction, just letting him do what felt natural. Next time I'd give him pointers.. And there was definitely going to be a next time! I will say that my son had a very good looking cock, I should know, I've been looking at it enough. And by good looking I mean it's size and shape, which translated into a very good feeling cock! Even though he was going at it like a monkey trying to fuck a basketball (or whatever the expression was), his rock hard tool felt incredible, and I still planned on having another orgasm on it.
You see I planned for this, his lack of experience and patience. And so this morning I made it a point to have him be just a few minutes late for school, so that I could preemptively drain his balls, sucking him off at the breakfast table, and treating him to a day that wouldn't be plagued by constant arousal. My actions were of course selfish, I wanted him to be able to last as long as possible when he entered me for the first time. I had one hand reaching up into my cooch, violently rubbing my clit, knowing that I was racing against my son to the climax finish line… And it was working.. It had already been 10minutes, that's longer than he normally lasted. And while his rhythm (or lack there of) was a bit erratic, it was at least hard and fast. His thick rod sawed into me impetuously with youthful vigor. His fingernails dug into my hips, and his thighs slammed against my ass with a jerking, almost studdering motion, summertimes harder, sometimes softer, some were deeper.. he popped out more times than I would've liked, often fumbling to get it back in, but once it was, it filled me perfectly! The slick, taut, veiny skin around his meat pressed against my inner flesh. The purple head of his staff, swollen and throbbing with the beating of his heart, stabbed me wonderfully. I was nearly there! But so was he. I knew the pleasured sounds of my son.. Soft humming moans, then determined grunts, followed by a warning of loud groans that let me know he was at the point of no return.. At this time during head he would usually blurt out something to the effect of ‘don't stop! I'm almost there! Keep going!’.. Only this time he was in control so he just thrust onward, it was now me who pleaded for more…
“yes! please don't stop baby! I'm gonna cum too, keep fucking me baby, make mommy cum!” I swear, I'm not INTO this incest idea, I didn't mean to say ‘mommy’ it just came out, but boy did it feel good to say it!
He went harder, and I buried my face in the bed, screaming. He screamed to, wailing into the air as I felt him shoot his load inside me. The extra swelling pressure did the trick, and just in the knick of time, a climax ripped through me.. Causing me to claw and bite at the sheets while my body quaked and writhed around, staying glued onto his cock for dear life. His yelling faded into an intermittent growl that accompanied each sputtering shot into my channel. My body relaxed, and I laid there with my eyes closed waiting as my son's surging member finished pumping his load into me. I made a mental note to myself that he would have to learn how to pull out. Ironically, at that moment he did pull out, sliding his dick out of my cream filled hole and plopping down on the bed beside me.
He was breathing heavily , panting. His skin glistened all over with sweat , and the front of his thighs and waist were red from the heat and the savage beating he'd just given me. I can only imagine how red my backside was.
“ I think we need to rediscuss the terms of our arrangement .” I said flirtaciously, while panting a little myself. I was still in the same position, head laying on the bed, butt up in the air, basking in the afterglow.. I felt his jizz dripping out of me..
“What do you mean?” he asked, almost sounding concerned.
“Well, how about instead of BJs we just do this?” I wiggled my butt playfully.
“But I like those too..”
“ok, well how about we mostly do this, and whenever this isn't possible, I'll still give you head.” his erection had understandably started to go soft after finishing, but I noticed it twitch and starting to form again, just from having this talk.
“ok! Deal. ” he said.
And that's how my affair began with my son.. Several weeks later and that's our life, fucking virtually every day, with a BJ thrown in there every once in a while. After months of giving him head and countless gallons of sperm down my throat, I was now getting cum splattered tits and back shots from my son. In hindsight things have gotten a lot messier. His technique has improved, and whenever he gets a little too pushy or demanding now I can make him eat me out, it reminds us both that on some level I'm the one in charge. Although now the little bastard is starting to ask about anal, but that's going to take a lot more blackmail!