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Jill Wilson lived the perfect life.
At 47 years old, she excelled at everything she ever did. She went to one of the best law schools in the country and graduated at the top of her class. She had a sterling career in business, and previously as a high powered lawyer. She was the darling of her neighborhood and the pillar of the community. She was the perfect 'good girl.'
Because of her unparalleled resume, Jill entered the world politics and in a matter of months, she easily became the mayor-elect of her hometown. It was the first step of her highly ambitious plan to become the first female governor of her state.
But what she didn't count on was her past coming back to haunt her...
It was mid afternoon on a cold day. The small celebratory event for her supporters was winding down and Jill glanced over at the last person waiting to meet her and shake her hand; an intelligent looking young woman in her late 20's, sharply dressed, very attractive, and slightly snobbish in appearance.
"That was such an inspirational speech you gave earlier Ms. Wilson. You're a true inspiration to women everywhere," she said with an extended hand.
Jill smiled and they shook hands. "Well, I certainly appreciate the support miss..."
"Sarah Harding. My dad is the news director at one of the local affiliates. That's how I got a press pass to hang around here with all of you."
"Oh right, Harding. I know that name. I'll have to thank your father personally some day for all the favorable coverage I've gotten from that network. But I am a little surprise that they'll give these press passes to just anyone," Jill teased.
"Actually, I didn't just get this from just being his daughter," she smiled. "I recently graduated college with a BA in Journalism, and I've also started my own political blog which I hope will become big some day."
"That's wonderful," the mayor-elect replied. "My son is a journalism major himself. Maybe when he comes to my next event you can give him some pointers on covering politics. It's all he ever seems to talk about these days."
Sarah grinned, "I'm sure I'll get the chance some day. Speaking of which, my blog has really started taking off these past few months and I may be on the verge of breaking my first major story. An anonymous source sent me something which I think will be of some interest to you. I'd like to get your thoughts on it if you don't mind."
Sarah pulled a small camera-phone out of her pocket and played a video for the future mayor. Jill's stomach turned in knots as the grainy video played. It was a long forget scene of her in a college dorm, on her knees, lewdly sucking off a group of frat boys taken over 20 years ago. The men were rough with her and even made her gag by holding her head tight and shoving their erections in her mouth. Her eyes watered and saliva was everywhere. But even worse, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself.
"How dare you," Jill hissed. "Put that thing away before someone sees it."
The mayor-elect grabbed the blogger's arm and pulled her out in to the outside hallway where it was empty. She tried her absolute best to put on a fake smile so that no one would ever know just how angry she was inside.
"You're hurting me Ms. Mayor," the young woman sarcastically stated.
"What the hell do you think you're doing showing me that video at an event like this? I was young at the time, and you better not go public with that either or else..."
Sarah raised an eyebrow, "Or else what? You clearly knew that you were being video taped while you were enthusiastically sucking all of those cocks, and whoever tapped it sent it to me. I'm just doing my job reporting the news. Don't you think the voters of this district have the right to know that their mayor is such a fine cocksucker?"
"Please don't," Jill replied in a more somber tone. "I was young and curious. I'm a much different person now."
"Well, whatever the case, I'd say you have a real talent there. The guy who sent this to me wrote that you gave him the best blowjob he had ever gotten in his life- even to this day."
"I want you to know, that if you plan on blackmailing me, you've got another thing coming," Jill said with as much force as she could muster. "I've got a lot of connections in...."
She immediately cut her off mid-sentence. "I highly doubt that you'll do anything Ms. Wilson. I've read a lot about you and you're about as ambitious as they come. You aren't about to throw away your political career or your hard earned reputation on account of an old video clip are you?"
"What do you want?" Jill asked bluntly.
"I'm actually very impressed to find out that my soon-to-be mayor has such an extraordinary talent when it comes to fellatio."
"What do you want?" Jill asked again. "Money? A job recommendation? Let's get to the point here. You obviously want something and I'm a very busy woman."
"I don't need your money, my father has plenty of that. But I've always wondered what it would be like to bring a powerful woman down on her knees. That's been a fantasy of mine since I realized I had a thing for women."
"You bitch. Just because you..."
"Now that wasn't a very lady-like response Ms. Wilson," Sarah stated in a condescending tone. "Aren't you supposed to be a role model for women everywhere? Wasn't that a major them of your campaign?"
Jill tried sound as brave as she could in the face of defeat. "I...I'm not a fraud. I truly believe everything I've said during the campaign, and I still believe that I'm a strong representation of those values. And if you think you're going to blackmail me, then you can rest assure that I won't stand for it. You're nothing but an obnoxious little brat and I'm going to make sure that you'll pay for this."
"Calm down Ms. Wilson. I'm so used seeing vile things going inside of your mouth, not the other way around. So if you keep this up, this video clip of you in your college days will be uploaded to the web so that the entire porn loving world will be introduced to that extraordinary oral talent you have. Plus I'm fairly certainly that a sex tape of an attractive mayor-elect would make national headlines."
Jill paused for a long moment before everything finally sunk in.
"I can't believe this is happening to me. I've worked so hard all my life...I'm a good person..."
Sarah patted her on the shoulder, "I'm sure you are. So how about a fair trade? Your actions in exchange for the video. I'll promise that this will remain our secret."
"What do you have in mind?"
"You have a holiday event coming soon for your supporters and staff right?"
Jill nodded, not liking where this was headed.
"That sounds like so much fun," Sarah grinned. "I once attended a Christmas party at my father's work, and it was a blast. I found myself becoming attracted to one of the analysts there who dressed up in a hot little Mrs. Santa outfit. She wore a short red skirt and she was flirting with one of the young lawyers all night. I followed them when they snuck off and I'll never forget the feeling I had when I found out that she was pantyless the entire time. That little slut lifted her skirt and he ate her out. Then she got down on her knees with her little Santa hat on and started...."
"I get the picture," the politician inserted. "What's your point?"
"The point is that I think you would look absolutely superb in one of those holiday outfits. I want you to wear one of those sexy Christmas outfits, with a long red hat with a white cotton ball attached, black boots, and a knee-length red skirt. Best of all- no panties."
"You're out of your mind. There's no way in hell I would ever do something like that for you. I'm going to..."
Sara reached back inside her pocked at pulled out her phone again and hit play. The video continued playing and it showed a particularly naught scene with Jill's young mouth wide open as an unidentified young man jerked himself off onto her tongue while she swallowed.
"Fine," Jill muttered in a deflated voice. "Put that away. I'll do it."
***MRS. SANTA WITH NO PANTIES***
A few days had passed and Jill stood in front of the mirror to try on her outfit she had her assistant pick up for her. The holiday party was a few hours away and she was more nervous now than she was during election night or for the debates.
She put the final touches on her wardrobe. Her hat was on nicely, her large red coat was a perfect fit, and her assistant did a great job purchasing a skirt which didn't show too much of her thigh. After all, she was pantyless underneath. The only bright spot, she though, was that at least she might be able to bump up her approval rating and soften her image by being seen in a light-hearted outfit. The biggest criticism of her was that she could be rigid at times.
"You look great mom," her son said, standing in the hallway.
Jill was slightly taken aback by her son briefly checking out her exposed calves and feet.
"Thanks Tim," she replied, acting as if she didn't notice his wandering eyes. "After my first campaign I wanted to do something a little more festive for a change. I'm glad you like it."
"And I'm sure people wouldn't mind seeing you like that. You look kinda hot in that outfit mom," he smiled.
"Oh cut it out. I'm your mother."
"Seriously. It beats looking so stiff and nervous like you normally do in those suits you've been wearing lately. I'm sure people could relate to you more this way."
She shrugged. "Well, I guess you're right about that. It's getting old hearing all the pundits and reporters talk about how rigid they think I am, like I can't relate to people. Maybe it's time for a little change."
Jill once again noticed her son checking out her figure.
"Looking at something?" she asked.
His eyes shot back to his mother's face. "Uh...no. It's just...you look so different I can hardly recognize you."
"Why? You didn't realize that I had legs?"
She jokingly pulled the front part of her skirt slightly up and stuck out her leg to expose her thigh.
"Okay, now you're starting to make me uncomfortable here," he joked.
"You're the one looking," she quipped. "Come on, the event starts in an hour, we better get going."
"Great idea. And by the way, you really do have great legs mom."
Tim smiled and walked away after having given the last word. Jill felt a strange sensation between her thighs as the thought of her son checking out her figure began to sink in. It was an unusual thrill for such a prim & proper woman.
'If he only knew what's under my skirt,' she thought to herself.
***THE CHRISTMAS PARTY***
The party was as expected. Everyone in the room applauded when she stepped through the door, and everyone had a great time. She loved walking around the room and shaking everybody's hand. Seeing the smiles and adoration of her supporters was a culmination of everything she had worked hard for all her life. Her dreams and political aspirations were coming true. She was so caught up in the moment that she almost forgot that she was bare bottomed underneath her skirt.
That was, until Sarah came up to greet her...
"You're looking festive today," Sarah stated sarcastically, with her finger tips rubbing the sexy Santa outfit. "I sure hope a picture of you dressed up for the holidays makes the front page of our local newspaper. The people would love to see how stylish their new mayor is."
Jill put on a forced smile, "Thanks. I try my best to be stylish whenever possible."
"Really? I didn't realize that walking around a family-oriented party with no panties was in style. I guess I have some catching up to do with all the latest trends."
"You've got what you wanted," Jill replied with annoyance. "I did what you asked. Now I expect you to live up to your end of the deal so we can both go back to our lives."
"I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but your son really does have a wandering eye. I've seen him checking out some of the more mature women in here. And believe it or not, I've seen him glance in you a few times, especially at your marvelously sculpted legs."
"Leave him out of this. We had deal remember?"
Sarah nodded, "And I fully intend to honor it. But why not have a little more fun first? I'm sure you son would be up for it."
"If you're implying what I think you are, then you some serious issues that you need to deal with," Jill said in a disgusted tone.
"And what exactly do you think I'm implying?"
"You obviously want me to flash him."
Sarah grinned, "Oh gosh no. That would be far to tame for a woman of your sexual abilities. I want you to go a couple of steps further than that. You know, tease him a little, play with him, give him what he obviously wants."
The politician froze in her tracks. She was completely caught off guard by those words. She felt appalled that another woman could ever make such a request to her face. And she was just as shocked that those strange feelings she felt when she caught her son looking at her legs had returned.
A whirlwind of thoughts swirled through her head; "How could she ask me that? Is she serious? Is it worth it? Could I actually go through with it?"
"I...I don't know what to say," Jill responded with a trembling voice. "You've got to be joking. I mean, he's my son."
"I'm absolutely serious. Are you telling me that a warm-blooded woman with a healthy libido such as yourself has never thought about mother/son incest? It's a growing fantasy and it's becoming much more acknowledged thanks to the internet. Your son is a handsome guy and I'm almost certain it's crossed your mind at some point while living with him."
Jill wanted to flat out deny it, but the feelings she had a short time ago prevented her from doing so.
"I...I'm not that kind of woman," the politician stammered. "I'm a respectable person. I'm a good mother. I could never do such a thing."
"You're a secret slut Ms. Wilson," Sarah confidently stated. "That's what you are. You're an overachieving cunt who tries so hard to act perfect, and you've managed to suppress your sexual needs for all these years so that voters would actually believe that you are. I'm sure you son would love to help fix that for you."
Hearing those words lit a fire between her legs. Deep down she knew that Sarah was right. She knew that she had suppressed her sexuality for the sake of appearing as 'the perfect woman' in preparation for a political career. And she knew that she couldn't suppress it any longer.
"If I do this, do you promise that this will be over? I need a guarantee from you."
Sarah flashed a large smile, "I promise to destroy whatever evidence I have of your slutty college past, or hand them over to you- whatever you want. Just do as I say."
The politician stared at the younger blogger for a moment. "I'll do it. As long as you make sure no one ever sees that tape, I'll do what you ask. But this is the last straw."
"You're making a wise decision Ms. Wilson. I'm sure you'll even enjoy it. There's something about a mother and son giving in to their sexual urges for each other that drives me wild. It's the ultimate taboo and an unbelievable thrill."
"Is that what this is for you? A sick and twisted way for you to finally witness your incestuous fantasy?"
The young lady shamelessly nodded. "It is. And I also love reversal of power. I used to fantasize about bringing down powerful business women in the sexual sense- making them mine and degrading them for a while. A politician is step above a business woman or a lawyer in my book. So I hope you aren't taking this too personally Ms. Wilson."
"Well it's a little late for that," Jill replied with contempt in her voice. It's hard not taking this personally when you're making me show up to an event like this without any panties on, and forcing me to do things with my son under the threat of blackmail."
"You'll get over it. In the mean time, I want you to do exactly as I say and this will all be over..."
The young blogger leaned forward and whispered something in the politician's ear, and the politician's eyes widened as she was told of her task.
"That...That's too far," Jill stammered. "He's my son. I gave birth to him."
"I don't think he would mind that at all Ms. Wilson. Your son looks like a healthy young man with a strong libido."
"Hell never do it, even if I wanted him to."
Sarah raised an eyebrow and flashed a sly grin. "He wouldn't? What makes you so sure about that?"
"Tim isn't like that. He's an honor student and he always stays out of trouble," the politician replied.
"He also has a penis doesn't he? I'll tell you what, if you're so sure that your son doesn't want to fuck you, then why not raise the stakes?"
Sarah smiled, "Offer yourself to him, if he declines, then that would be the end of it. You'll never see me again, and I'll make sure that my dad gives you favorable press coverage throughout your tenure as our mayor, and even after that if you decide to run for governor."
"And if he accepts? What then?"
"If he accepts, then I guess you'll just have to go through with this and be his slut for a while. Then this would be over for you. It's a simple proposition."
As much as it pained her, Jill felt that same sensation between her legs that she felt earlier. The thought of physically being sexual with her own son was the ultimate taboo- and strangest of all, it might actually become a reality.
Jill took a deep breath. "If this is what it takes to preserve my political career and reputation, then so be it. Just make sure you follow through with your word."
***STRIPPED DOWN & DEGRADED***
It was 11 am. Jill asked her son to follow her to a private conference room in the building. Her phone was left on in her pocket so that Sarah could hear every word spoken.
"So what do you think of my outfit," Jill asked after mustering all of her strength.
"Like I said before, it looks great on you," he replied. "Are you feeling insecure or something? Trust me, every guy in the room is checking you out."
"It seems that way. You've been gawking at me all morning in front of everyone."
Tim blushed, "Oh, sorry mom. I wasn't trying to be rude or anything."
"I know you weren't," she said. "But I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression. In this day and age, people might think there's something going on between us."
"Seriously? Everyone in this room knows I'm your son."
Jill nodded. "Are you saying that you've never thought of me in that way before? I saw how you looked at me when we were at home earlier today. You were practically undressing me with your eyes while we were in my bedroom. People aren't ignorant to these sorts of things anymore."
"Okay...I may have had dirty thoughts about you," he confessed. "But that's only because my friends wouldn't stop teasing me about how hot they think you are. They always rub it in my face whenever they come over, and one of them even talks about how he spies on his own mother and that she's okay with it."
Jill's head began to spin and there were a bunch of questions she wanted to asked, like which one of the boys had a mother who was okay with a peeping son? Jill knew all of their mother's from PTA meetings from when they were in high school, and the thought that one of them was okay with a peeping son was particularly surprising to her.
She shook her head and carried on. "Look, I'm not mad at you or anything. I just want a little honesty about this."
"Well, your Christmas party is one heck of a place to talk about this. I mean, jeez, this is embarrassing mom."
"Believe me, I don't want to have this conversation anymore than you do," she replied.