Catching Mommy: Protecting Slut-Mom

I stopped, realizing that I needed to make clear that I too had blackmail evidence on her mother as well as her; I peeked back into the bathroom in time to hear Lauren trying to explain.

"She...blackmailed...me...because...of...you," Lauren said between sobs.

"How the fuck..." Olivia began before I interrupted.

"Just so you know," I said, Olivia turning around at the sound of my voice with daggers in her eyes, "in case you were planning to get revenge by outing my mother, I have video evidence of your mother in compromising situations as well as you."

"This isn't over," Olivia said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I know," I smiled.

"Watch your back," she threatened.

"I'll try but it's hard with your mother's face buried in my front all the time," I retorted, then leaving, happy with getting in the last word.

Once back in my car, Thrilled with how it went, and realizing I wouldn't be able to get Lauren to the dogging humiliation I had planned, I texted Darian:

Hey baby, plans changed, but I'm fucking horny as hell.

He texted back:

Great offer, baby. Getting beer right now, can you wait till ten?

I sighed looking at the clock it was only 8:40. I texted back;

Fine...but you better be good.

He replied back:

I usually don't get any complaints.

I drove back home with time to kill and was surprised to find that Mom wasn't home even though her car was in the drive way. I went inside and texted her:

Where are you?

I didn't get a response and an uneasy feeling hit me. What if my plan had backfired? Had Olivia called Mom during this brief time since our meeting in the bathroom. I called her but eventually got her voice mail. "Call me ASAP," I demanded.

I was beginning to freak out when I received a text from her:

At the movies with Brenda.

Relieved, I went to the washroom and then headed over to the frat house.

Arriving there a couple of minutes after ten, I texted:

I'm here big boy where are you?

A text came a few moments later as I entered a surprisingly half empty frat house. Usually these parties were wild and full. The text from Darian explained why and raised my anxiety instantly:

Out back, your slut showed up and is already getting triple teamed as we speak.

I hadn't sent Lauren here, nor even mentioned it to her, and instinctively I knew it was my mom who was the slut he was referring to. I didn't know how Olivia had done it, but obviously she had. How did she even know? Yet, I knew before I even witnessed it with my own eyes.

As I reached the back, I saw a big crowd outside of the house and all the blood drained from my face as I pushed my way through the crowd already knowing what I was going to see.

My mom, dressed in a high school cheerleading outfit from my school, thigh high stockings, a masquerade mask vaguely hiding her identity, was on the ground, leaning forward taking a cock into her mouth, while sitting atop a cock, while yet another boy was pounding her ass. At least a dozen more guys were forming a line to await their turn to fuck the MILF slut provided for the evening's entertainment.

Unexpectedly I got a text from an unknown number:

Check.

I was confused by the one word text as I stared mortified at what I was witnessing. My plan of humiliating Olivia's mother by having her videotaped dogging had backfired miserably. Yet, I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't go and save my mom as then everyone would know who she was. Instead, I boiled with anger as I tried to think of how to revenge this.

Darian saw me and walked over. "Shit girl, you told me she was a slut but this one is crazy."

Playing along, I said, "She is insatiable."

"Shit, that would be putting it lightly," he laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious if he knew anything I didn't.

"You said three guys, but when she got here she told me her fantasy was to be watched fucking as many guys as she could," he revealed.

"Are these the first three?" I asked, hopefully.

"The guy on the ground hasn't changed, but it's the second in her mouth and ass. She is the hottest, nastiest, MILF I have ever seen and I have had quite a few," he said.

The disgusting thought that he had not only fucked me, but now had fucked my mom as well I asked, "Did you do her?" even though I already knew the answer before I even asked.

He looked at me confused. "She told me you insisted that I be the first in her ass."

"Oh right," I said feigning forgetfulness.

He smiled, grabbing his junk, "I'll be ready in a bit if you still want a piece of this."

"I'll take a rain check," I said, knowing I had to get out of here.

Before I could turn to leave I heard Mom's pleading voice, "More, I need more."

I shouldn't of, but I looked to see as one guy pulled out of her ass and another was just about to replace him.

"Text me when the slut is done," I ordered.

"Sure," he said, turning back to watch the show.

I began walking back through the crowd needing space to clear my head when I received another text from the unrecognizable number:

What leaving already?

I stopped in my tracks and looked around.

I quickly texted back knowing that it was Olivia and that she was here somewhere:

Two can play this game.

I continued walking, my body burning with anger knowing I had to go and get to Olivia's mother somehow.

Behind me, Mom screamed, "Yes, fuck my ass."

Mortified, I knew I needed to confront Olivia now.

Another text came:

You played your cards to early...Checkmate...bitch.

I laughed and texted back:

Oh you may have my queen, but I have yours too.

Again Mom's desperate sexual hunger echoed around me, she was obviously enjoying the gangbang I accidently set up for her, "Another cock please another cock," she begged frantically.

Shame pulsed through me at how my mom could not stand up for herself. It was up to me to save her from not only Olivia, but herself.

I looked around; knowing Olivia had to be nearby. Unable to spot her, frustration began to build as I wanted to meet her face to face.

As if reading my mind, she texted again:

Let's end this.

A chill went up my spine...a final showdown. This had to end and it had to end now. I texted back:

Just tell me when and where.

I walked back through the frat house and towards my car. I had planned to somehow be here for mom when her humiliation was done...although she sure didn't look or sound humiliated...but I needed to get some insurance in the form of more incriminating video of Lauren.

My phone rang just as I reached my car.

Looking at the number I was surprised it was Becka. I smiled for the first time since arriving at the frat house, reminiscing of her between my legs this morning, although it seemed so long ago considering this crazy day.

Trying to sound casual, I answered, "Hi, Becka."

"Hi, Victoria," she replied, her tone hinting something was amiss.

"What's wrong, Becka?" I asked.

She was clearly upset. "I have a message for you from Olivia."

"Why the fuck can't she do anything herself?" I snapped.

"S-s-she wants you to meet her at my house at midnight," Becka said stammering clearly uncomfortable being involved in this.

I looked at my watch. That was over an hour and a half away. "Is she there now?" I asked.

"No," Becka said.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, finding it strange we would meet at her house.

"In Vegas," she admitted.

"All right," I agreed. "Tell the bitch I will be there."

"Okay," she said, before adding, "and Victoria."

"Yes," I asked, annoyed at her weakness as well.

"I'm so, so sorry," she said and hung up before I could ask why.

I texted Olivia back:

Too scared to just meet one on one...bitch?

I didn't get a response back as I texted her slut mother.

Slut, Where are you right now?

As I waited for a response, I tried to come up with a new plan. I definitely needed Lauren with me when the confrontation took place. Yet, other than the video evidence I had on Olivia's mother, which she had equally embarrassing video of my mom also, I had no trump card to play. On the other hand, her family was way wealthier than mine and such a scandal would shock her world more than mine; although Mom would definitely be out of work if the truth of her sexual proclivity was ever made public.

Finally a response came from Lauren:

I'm with my daughter. She says to tell you check.

"Fuck," I cursed as I sat in my car pondering my next move. I couldn't just show up and face Olivia empty handed.

Looking at the clock, it was almost eleven; I decided to return to the party determined to make sure I got Mom home and not in some other scene of sexual debauchery.

"Where are you going bitch?" I heard from behind me, the unmistakable voice of Olivia.

I turned around and looked at her with daggers in my eyes. She had Kristina to her left and another blonde bimbo follower, Angela to her right.

She smiled as she asked, "To get that slut mother of yours?"

"Takes one to know one," I countered.

She walked towards me with a smug confidence that pissed me off even more. Dressed in a plaid skirt, nylons and blouse she looked straight out of a private school uniform advertisement. Her bimbo posse followed behind her like they always did looking vapid as ever.

"So you got my mother," she said as she reached me.

"It was rather easy, she really is a slut," I said, pulling out my phone, "Want to see?"

She laughed, "You have evidence of me and I you...but there is one major difference."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"I'll share that info at Becka's tonight...if you have the guts to show," she said.

"Why are you here then?" I asked, getting frustrated by this whole conversation.

"To pick up my slut, of course," she revealed. "Plus, I thought I would give you one more chance to admit the obvious."

"That you are a fucking twat," I shot back in anger.

Ignoring my blatant bitterness, she said, "Well using your language, what is the term again, that you fancy me."

Her finger went to my lips and I slapped it away, as I said, "That will be a cold day in hell."

"Your mother told me the whole sordid ordeal of you and her on the drive to her gangbang. Apparently, you are vying to be her Mistress too," she revealed.

"That's ludicrous," I said to both accusations, sensing the situation getting out of hand and a sudden wetness slithering down my leg.

"I agree," Olivia laughed harshly. "You are definitely a submissive like your mother."

"Your mother doesn't think so," I countered, before adding, looking at Katrina, "or yours either."

"You fucking bitch," Katrina snapped, as she lunged towards me.

Olivia snapped her fingers and Katrina stopped instantly.

I sarcastically smirked, "Do you sit up and roll over too?"

Katrina wanted to speak but didn't, the power hierarchy of Olivia's posse obvious.

"Good puppy," I quipped, stirring the pot even more.

"We will continue this conversation somewhere more private, where you can submit to me once and for all," Olivia said smugly.

"It will be you submitting to me," I countered.

"Now that is funny," Olivia laughed before getting serious. "Midnight at Becka's."

"Whatever," I said, acting tough even though I knew I was getting in over my head.

"My mom is already at Becka's; go get your incest loving mommy-slut and meet me at Becka's," Olivia ordered.

"Don't ever tell me what to do," I said, venom in my tone.

"Fine, I'll get her," Olivia said, adding, "she is my submissive anyway."

"Never again," I said firmly.

"Why don't you let your mother decide? I believe you told her tonight to choose between you and me...how did that turn out?" She asked.

"Fuck you," I snapped back, having nothing powerful to counter with.

"Oh I plan to soon enough, Victoria," she smiled. "You will be on your knees begging to please me very soon, very, very soon."

"That will never happen," I replied, even as my cunt continued to betray me.

"Never say never," she said, "no one has been able to resist me yet."

"Well there is always a first time for everything," I retorted.

"Denial is such a sad, sad thing, Victoria," Olivia said smugly. "I know you are a submissive, just like your mother."

She began to walk past me.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To get my slut," she said rather matter-of-factly. "Didn't I already make that clear?"

"I'll get her," I said, wanting to talk to her before the upcoming confrontation.

"My slut?" She asked, smiling.

"Just get out of here," I said, the longer the conversation went the worse it kept going for me.

"No, I'm going to get her," Olivia said firmly.

"No, I am," I said.

"Fine," Olivia shrugged. "You go get my slut and make sure she is with you at Becka's."

I glared at her before walking by her, my shoulder slamming into hers as I headed back towards the frat house, realizing I had just obeyed her.

"Don't be late," Olivia called out all sing-song, her friends giggling behind her.

I flashed her the finger without looking back.

Inside the frat house, the party was now getting into full swing and I prayed that meant my mom wasn't still bring used as a cum bucket for every guy in the fraternity. Reaching the now smaller audience, I saw Mom was now servicing four guys at once. She was riding a cock, sucking another while she stroked two more cocks one in each hand.

As I watched, trying to figure out how I was going to get her out of here, I felt hands on my hips.

I turned to slap whoever it was, already being in a pissed off mood. Darian said, seeing my face, "Truce."

"I'll take that rain check now," I said, so horny that I knew I needed to come before I could think straight once again.

"I hoped you'd say that," he smiled.

"Pull that thing out, I need it now," I said hungrily.

"Here?" he asked surprised.

"Yes, just sit on the bench there and I will do the rest," I smiled, pointing to a secluded bench just outside the peripheral of Mom's gangbang.

"Sure thing baby," he said, leading me to my much needed quickie.

As soon as he was sitting and had his cock out, thankfully already hard and ready to get to work, I pulled my skirt down and lowered myself on him.

I bounced on his cock, taking all seven inches in me. My cunt already on fire, I knew it wouldn't take long to get off. Between not getting off at Nadine's and for some fucking unknown reason my conversation with Olivia, I was ready to burst.

I watched from afar as my mom took a load on her face and then took another cock in her mouth as she continued riding the cock she was straddling.

Ironically, mother and daughter were both bouncing up and down on frat boy cock which made me laugh.

"What?" Darian asked.

"Sorry, just watching the slut," I said.

"That slut of yours can really go. She has fucked or sucked over thirty guys," he said.

My orgasm imminent, I closed my eyes, and imagined briefly it was me getting fucked by guy after guy. Just as my orgasm hit, the guys in my fantasy switched to girls and it was Olivia fucking me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned, the orgasm hitting me hard. I let it wash through me Olivia's smug smiling face refusing to get out of my head.

Pissed off at myself, at Olivia and at my mother for getting me involved in this mess, I got off Darian before he could come and ordered. "Tell the boys these are the last four."

"What about me?" he asked.

"Go finish on her," I said, pointing to my mom.

"Sure," he agreed, calling out, "Shows ending fellas." He slapped my ass and walked over to Mom.

A few minutes later the last of the guys shot their cum on Mom who was now a white, gooey mess from head to toe.

"Let's go slut," I ordered once she was finished getting coated with cum.

She heard my voice and turned to me, the look on her face, as best as I could tell one of surprise.

"Now!" I ordered.

She stood up, her legs clearly weak after the past hour plus of being used as a fuck toy and walked to me...clearly a walk of shame.

Reaching me, I said, "Just follow me."

She nodded and I led her through the frat house and to the car, almost everyone stopping to stare at the older woman dripping with cum from all over her body.

Once in the car, Mom immediately got in apologizing mode, "I'm so sorry, Victoria."

"Don't!" I snapped. "I don't want to hear it."

She immediately stopped although it was obvious she wanted forgiveness.

We drove in silence briefly before I said, tears welling in my eyes, "You chose her over me."

"It-it-it wasn't like that," she responded.

"What was it like then, Mother," I said bitterly. "Olivia somehow knew our whole conversation today."

"I'm just too weak, Victoria," she said. "I can't say no to her no matter how much I try."

"So I see," I said, my tone still sharp.

After a moment, trying to remain calm, I explained everything that had transpired at the restaurant, the dogging plan that backfired, the confrontation with Olivia a little while ago and the midnight showdown about to happen.

"You can't go," she said, genuine fear in her expression.

"I have to go, I must stop her," I said. "Plus, I have to save you as you obviously can't save yourself."

"Please don't go," she pleaded.

"What choice do I have?" I asked. "You're willing to risk everything to obey her every whim."

"But your future is still safe," she said.

"Was that before or after you told your Mistress that we have an incestuous relationship?" I snapped, my anger at her not easy to control.

She again stopped speaking. I knew I had hurt her but sometimes the truth hurts. Finally, I whispered, my tone, expressing my hurt, as I repeated what was really bothering me, "You picked her over me."

"It wasn't like that," Mom said again trying to explain. "I love you with all heart and soul but somehow there is like a hypnotic pull when she speaks. I want to disobey her, I know I should disobey her, yet I don't, I can't."

"I'm dropping you off at home" I said, realizing that it was the only way to protect her.

"You can't go alone," Mom said.

"I can't take you; you just said you always obey her and I am not sure I could handle watching you choose her over me in front of me," I said.

"I wouldn't," she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked as we pulled up into our driveway.

After a brief silence Mom admitted the obvious, "No."

Parked, I said, still wounded from my Mom's weakness, "I will end this tonight."

"How?" Mom asked.

"By standing up to her, someone has to," I said, confident in myself.

"I thought I could too," Mom said.

"Go," I said.

"Please, don't go," Mom said pleadingly.

"Now!" I said, not looking at her, my resolve to finish this firm.

As she got out of the car, she said, "Please be careful, I don't want you turning out like me."

"Mom," I said, turning soft, "All I have ever wanted to be was as strong as you. We will get through this together."

I could feel tears in my eyes and could see tears forming in hers.

"Now go, this ends tonight," I ordered.

The car door closed, I quickly backed up and headed towards Becka's. I really had no idea what I was going to do, what I was going to say, but I knew that I had to end this once and for all. I had to be strong for Mom and resist Olivia at all costs.

Looking in the review mirror, I could see Mom watching me drive away. I turned away, there was no more looking back only looking forward with one goal in mind...to avenge my mother and crush Olivia.

Accepting I couldn't do it on my own, and accepting begrudgingly I had my own weakness towards Olivia, I knew I couldn't go against her alone.