Blackmailer's Web Pt. 01

He came across numerous pieces of advice on how to initiate "physical contact" with mothers, but they all seemed dubious and lacking in credibility. In the end, he chose to stop trying altogether.

The events in the kitchen replayed in his mind as he lay in bed, unable to shake off the memory. He couldn't explain why, but the kiss he had shared with his mom didn't fill him with disgust, as he had expected. Instead, a strange sense of longing and desire had taken hold of him, refusing to let go.

As the house fell into a hush at night, Dan's mind ignited with anticipation. He shut his eyes, inhaling a deep breath, the plump blanket snug against his chest. His fingers trembled as they approached his phone, his heartbeat skyrocketing with each tap that led him to the gallery app.

"If I'm going to follow through with this, I need to be ready. Who could have thought I would do something like it," he mused, staring at one of the pictures he had downloaded from Nancy's social media account.

As he gazed at her face, he couldn't help but be struck by how stunning she looked. His palm soon found his cock and tried to rub it. His eyes remained fixated on the photograph of his mother. She dressed in a sharp business suit and perched elegantly on a chair. With legs crossed at the ankles, she lifted high-heels creating a chic and enticing posture, baring just enough of her toned legs. Arms neatly folded on her lap, she cast a daring and seductive gaze towards the camera. Since her bust was concealed, he had to manage with the limited resources he had on hand, literally.

A surge of conflicting emotions - both repulsion and delight - coursed through him, sending a shiver down his spine. Although it usually only took him a couple of minutes to finish, this time it had already been nearly ten minutes and he still wasn't able to get hard.

A memory from the kitchen helped him a little. Dan stepped up the pressure, thrusting under the blanket. Finally, the pod gave in and Dan felt his dick getting hard. "I'm sorry, Mom." His palm wrapped tightly around his cock and he yanked it up and down, feeling his balls swell and fidget. Another ten minutes passed at this frantic pace, but he wasn't even close. At some point Dan just gave up, closing the phone. "I can't. I just can't do this."

How is he going to have a video if he can't even jerk off!

Covering his face with a blanket, Dan forgot himself in a heavy sleep.

Chapter 3: I NEED TO GET RID OF DAD

It's been a month, and eight more to go. Dan mostly worked from home, trying to stay focused and avoid distractions related to his mother.

This morning passed like any other, with the familiar routine of breakfast and small talk. Dan tried his best to avoid eye contact with Mom, feeling a sense of shame.

"I'll leave my car at home today," Frank muttered, glancing at Nancy.

"It's Saturday. Are you going out again today?" she sounded surprised.

Dan watched as his mother's expression changed from confusion to disappointment.

"Yes, I have things to do, you know how it works, Nancy," Frank replied, wiping his ginger beard with a napkin before standing up. "Thanks for breakfast. Do you need me to grab anything while I'm out?"

Nancy glanced down at her lap. "New lingerie. They seem to disappear in this apartment."

Frank raised his eyebrow. "I was serious, Nancy. I can grab some groceries."

Nancy looked up. "So was I. Buy me new lingerie, Frank."

Dan observed his father leave. "Damn, I forgot about him. How am I going to carry out my plans with Dad in the house?"

Dan's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Jack staring at him. Did his older brother suspect something?

Nervous, Dan looked away in a hurry, acting like he was really into his breakfast. Finishing the last bites, Jack walked around the table and playfully nudged Dan on the shoulder.

"Hey, can we talk for a minute?" he asked.

Fear gripped Dan's stomach as he trailed behind his big brother. Dan and Jack peeked through the living room window, observing their father walking down the street with a determined look, glancing back every few steps like a soldier on a mission.

"You know Dad's cheating on Mom, right?" Jack suddenly broke the silence.

"It's their marriage, their problem," Dan replied, still studying his father's figure.

Jack scoffed, "Their problem? It's affecting all of us. Do you really believe it's fine for him to lie and trick our Mom like that?"

"No, of course not."

"Are you just going to ignore this? Don't you care about Mom?" Jack insisted. "Think about it, Dan. If we don't act, he'll keep hurting Mom. What about us? I bet he has evidence of his wrongdoing in his car. We could find it and show Mom. Make him face the consequences for what he's doing."

Dan hesitated for a moment.

Perhaps not having his father around could give him an opportunity to pursue his goals, but it still felt wrong to interfere in his parents relationship.

"Do you think we can go behind his back and betray him like this?"

"He's the one betraying mom! And if you're not going to help me, then I'll do it on my own," Jack said.

Dan knew there was no reasoning with Jack when he was like this. He watched as his brother stormed out of the room.

"I don't think I have any choice," Dan said, following him down the stairs. As they made their way down the stairs towards the garage, Nancy appeared in front of them, blocking their path.

"What's the rush? And what were you two whispering about upstairs?" Nancy asked, with her ample cleavage on full display. Dan couldn't help but admire her stunning appearance - black hair elegantly styled into a bun and a form-fitting skirt hugging her curves. Her light floral dress hinted at the sweetness underneath. The white stripes of her bra peeked out from around the edges of the straps on her luscious breasts.

"Just going for a walk," Jack replied, his eyes glancing eagerly at their mom.

"For a walk? Together? Doesn't sound like you, but fine. I'll find out eventually what you're up to, you can be sure," Nancy said, stepping aside to let them pass.

As they walked to the garage where the sleek black Porsche was parked, Jack pulled the handle, but the car was locked. Frustrated, he peered through the tinted window, trying to catch a glimpse of the interior. Dan couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's impatience.

"We can break the window If you'd like" he joked, but Jack's expression remained serious.

"We can," Jack said, surprising Dan with his boldness. He couldn't believe that his usually cautious brother was willing to take such a risk.

"Breaking the window? It was a joke."

"Relax. We'll find the keys when he comes back home. Or what if he's hiding it in there? We should take a look now."

"You can look here. I'll head back and make sure nobody catches us," Dan turned on his heel and strode purposefully towards the house.

Was there really something more between Jack and Nancy? Was it just his imagination or did he sense a connection between them? It wasn't just the way Jack looked at Nancy, but the way he acted.

He slowly made his way up the stairs to his room, his mind racing with a thousand questions. How had his once simple life become so complicated in such a short time?

The weight of the situation hung on his mind as he made his way up to... not his, but Jack's room. Everything there was tidy and organized - a reflection of his brother's studious and responsible nature.

But as he looked around, he got curious and started searching through one of Jack's drawers.

"Where are you hiding it, Jack," Dan muttered, looking around the room.

With a keen eye and a swift determination, he quickly honed in on his target - a small, inconspicuous object hidden away on the highest shelf of Jack's vast closet. Their mother is not that tall and wouldn't be able to get there.

It was hard to find what he needed among the messy clothes and stuff. His fingers grabbed something weird on the shelf. As he examined the object, he realized it was a women's magazine, one page was folded, and when he opened it, Dan read an article titled:: "The Best Days for Pregnancy. Women are most fertile at the time of ovulation (when an egg is released from your ovaries), which usually occurs 12 to 14 days before your next period begins. This is the time of the month when you're most likely to get pregnant."

"What the hell?" Dan thought and quickly returned it back, his fingers brushed against something soft and silky. Intrigued, he reached in further, his fingertips coming into contact with the lacy fabric of lingerie..

"I hardly think it belongs to Jack. So is he stealing Mom's lingerie?"

Lacy black panties adorned with an elegant rose. He carefully opened them, revealing a suspicious white stain in it.

"Is that cum... or her insides?"

The door creaked open, he froze.

"Jack?"

Dan's heart skipped a beat, as he turned around. Of course, it was Nancy..

"No, not Jack," he said, turning around with a flush creeping up his neck.

His mom crossed her arms over her chest. "Didn't you go for a walk? And just what were you doing in Jack's room? I haven't forgotten the time you went through my purse, Danny. I hope you are not stealing anything from your brother."

Dan's hand slipped into his back pocket, hiding the stolen panties. "I...I don't," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was just looking for something."

Nancy's gaze remained fixed on him. He had to get out of there before things got any worse. "I have to go," he muttered, turning to leave.

As he walked by Nancy, he smelled his mom's nice perfume. Suddenly, he stopped, taking a deep breath with his chest moving up and down.

The sweet smell of her perfume surrounded him, giving him a strange but nice feeling. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the wonderful scent. His eyes were drawn to the graceful curve of his mother's neck, mesmerized by its delicate lines and flawless form. Unbidden admiration pricked at his conscience, and guilt washed over him like a wave.

"Are you okay?" Nancy said, noticing his gaze.

Surprised, he looked away and coughed. "Yeah, sorry. I'm okay," he hurried toward the door. "Thank God she didn't check on me."

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As Dan stepped into the garage, he noticed the open car door. "Can you imagine? This fool left here his spare keys," Jack exclaimed. "And you won't believe what I found in the car."

Dan's curiosity was piqued, and he stepped towards Jack. "I guess you won't believe what I found either," he muttered.

Jack held up a pair of underwear. "Look at these. Mom doesn't wear this kind of underwear. She likes lace," he said, waving the thing in front of Dan.

"I see you've paid a lot of attention to Mom's underwear."

The smile disappeared from Jack's face. "Let's say I have."

Dan reached into his back pocket and retrieved a pair of Nancy's lacy panties.

As soon as Jack saw it, his face turnedsour. "Where did you find this?

"You know where," Dan smirked. "So, are you in love with Mom or something?"

"Why do you care?" Jack retorted.

"Just curious," replied Dan. "Tell me the truth, or I'll tell her everything."

"You won't."

"Dare to test me?"

"Fine," Jack sighed. "Ask what you want."

"Are you attracted to her?"

"No, obviously not," Jack replied.

"Why are you lying?"

"I'm not," insisted Jack. "It was just an experiment. My friend from school, let's say, tried some things with his Mom. And he even had intercourse. As he said."

"He did?"

"Yeah. He showed me photos. I thought he was a freak but then I surfed a bit on the internet. So yeah, I decided to try some things, but I made a mistake, okay?!"

"You tried to masturbate on her?"

"No, of course I didn't!" he responded. "Our Mom is just Mom, ok?"

"But what about the fridge?"

"The fridge? What about it?" Jack asked, looking confused.

"Forget it," he replied. "I need to know, how your friend ended up with his mother."

"Why would you need it?"

"I just need it. Don't ask why."

"Okay, okay. I'll see what I can do," Jack sighed in resignation. "Can we finally deal with that lingerie I found in the car?" he suggested, trying to finally change the subject.

They both walked back to the house, with his brother carrying the lingerie from the car. Jack briefly went into their parents' room and quickly returned. "We'll just have to wait. And keep quiet about... everything," he added, before quickly heading back to his room and shutting the door behind him.

"I bet he has more than just one pair of lingerie hidden away in his room. Oh yeah, lingerie," Danny had completely forgot about the one in his pocket. "They need to go back in the wash, but that could wait until tomorrow."

As Dan ambled over to the window, he caught sight of Mom tending to the flowers on the lawn below. Her soft dress clung to her every curve, accentuating the gentle sway of her hips as she bent over to tend to the blooms. Her hair was gathered up in a messy bun, and a few errant strands framed her face. As he watched, Dan couldn't help but be struck by how different she looked from the woman in the office photo. Every time she leaned over, her dress hitched up ever so slightly, offering him a glimpse of her shapely legs and ass.

Was Jack lying? Sure, he was, but not about everything. It's a lie that he doesn't think about their mother sexually, and the story about his friend is probably true. All those Jack's kisses with Mother and that magazine. Jack already knows the way to seduce Nancy and most likely his plan is already in motion.

Well, let's see who gets under her skirt first.

He quickly made his way back downstairs to the kitchen and took his Mom's photograph in her bikini, that one he couldn't take his eyes off the month before. The image of her in that yellow two-piece was seared into his mind, and he felt a rush of desire he still couldn't quite explain.

Once he finally arrived in his room, he closed the door quietly behind him, taking the photo with him. He sank onto the bed, as he studied every curve of Mom's body in the image. Time slipped away, and before he knew it, night had fallen and the room was shrouded in darkness.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door slamming shut brought him back to reality - Frank was home. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, Dan saw that it was already past midnight. He knew what he had to do.

With determination, he walked to the door, locked it securely, turned off the light, making the room dark, and took a deep breath.

It was time.

Slowly, Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of lace underwear. It was dirty, stained with sweat and other bodily fluids, but that didn't matter. It was real, and that's all that counted.

He stripped off his pants, this time would be different. This wasn't some silly picture in an office, this was something tangible, something he could hold in his hand. He knew he was crossing a line, but he didn't care. He had to have it, to feel it against his skin, to experience it in all its forbidden glory.

With trembling hands, he slipped the lace underwear on his dick, reveling in the feel of the fabric against his skin. It was intoxicating, like nothing he'd ever felt before. He gripped his cock and it was immediately clear, it was hardening. He kept stroking, forgetting about everything around him. Like some inner part of him always dreaded for it and finally went out. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn't help himself. There was something especially good in doing something forbidden.

As he lay back on the bed, Dan closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, letting his animal self-loose. He took the photo and couldn't stop looking at her breasts which were barely held by yellow bikini, her curves accentuated by the golden sun. He closed his eyes, picturing her walking along the shoreline, her hair blowing in the gentle breeze.

His hand was pulling the skin taut, hitting the balls. He imagined her exposing her breasts, just in front of him. Rivulets of water trickled over every curve of her body before pooling around her legs in a shimmering puddle. With each droplet that falls, she appears more and more like a goddess emerging from a crystal-clear spring.

He knew there would be consequences for his actions, but at that moment, he didn't care. All he knew was that he had to have it, to experience it, to feel alive in a way that he never had before. His orgasm snuck unexpectedly at him but he was ready.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom," he roared thinking at last about her, a wave of warmth coursed through his body, filling him with a sense of elation and a feeling of weightlessness. He felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he couldn't see anything, clamping his lip, tasting blood. As his emotions surged with overwhelming force, he could not resist releasing an exuberant cry of unbridled ecstasy.

White semen bounced inside her lingerie, he watched the thin gradually darken, becoming wet, damp. In a second all of his mother's lacy panties were full of white hot semen. He could hardly remember cumming that much as drops began to drip onto the floor, seeping through the fabric.

"What just happened?" He slowly wiped the cock with panties watching how much cum he produced. "It felt so damn good."

Chapter 4: KISS. 8 MONTH LEFT

The next day dawned bright and clear, the sunlight streaming through Dan's window and warming his skin. What happened yesterday had given him a new surge of confidence. His thirst for new sensations was now driving him forward. It was the thirst of tasting his own mother.

Dan lowered his eyes down and saw that Mom's lace panties filled with cum were still on the floor. It was a good thing he always locked the door before he went to bed, because if someone came in and saw this scene... He doesn't even what to think about it.

He reached for panties and tried to pick them up, pulling them away from the sticky floor, drenched in cum. He should have cleaned it up the night before, but the orgasm had left him too spent to do anything else.

With shaky hands, Dan cleaned the marks from the wooden floor and placed sticky panties in one of his dresser drawers, hiding them among socks and underwear. "I'll throw them in the wash later." He paused for a moment before firmly shutting the drawer.

He looked out the window and heard a car leaving the garage. It was his Dad's Porsche. "Isn't today Sunday?"

Dan walked into the kitchen, still half-asleep and rubbing his eyes. But what he saw suddenly made him fully awake and surprised.

Nancy was sitting on a chair, slumped forward. Jack was comforting her by rubbing her back.

"Good morning," Dan said, surprised.

"Morning..." Nancy replied, her voice soft, leaning into Jack's touch. "You should know, Danny, your father won't be living with us anymore, unfortunately," she said.

"Or fortunately," Jack added with a smile.

"What happened?" Dan tried to remain nonchalant.

"Your father cheated on me. That's all," Nancy said, her voice breaking slightly. "I've been figuring it out for a while now, but today he confirmed it."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Dan stayed quiet, thinking about how well their plan turned out. While he stood there, he couldn't help but see how lovely his mother looked with her hair gently framing the face.

Jack seemed unfazed by the news. "Well, it's about time he got what was coming to him," he grumbled before giving Nancy a kiss on the cheek and drugging Dan out of the kitchen.

"It worked out just as we planned. Just as we wanted," Jack said when he was sure Nancy wouldn't hear them.

"Just as you wanted," Dan replied calmly.

"Don't act like you're innocent. You wanted this as much as I did. We both knew Dad was a dick. We'll be better off without him. Damn, he even left without saying goodbye to us."