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Blackmailing MILF (HotTexasCowboy & Cindi Fuller)

Her body writhed and trembled as her son played her like an instrument. Working her to turmoil sexually. She felt his fingers leave her breast and start rubbing her through her jeans as she moaned. His taunts degrading her more. She knew she needed to slip away. Her hips were moving on their own as she moved against her fingers. Flashing back to the video she realized little had changed. Her body was her enemy when it came to resisting men's advances. Just as she had given in to what the man in the video wanted, her body was letting her son touch her unhindered.
 
His mom trembled and wriggled and she panted to his fingers, but she wasn't, or couldn't move away from his fingers. Bill remembered how he'd told Fin they needed to take it slowly, but he had to move one more step. "Gosh, mom... I'd really like to see it. You know? I've never really seen a girl's, you know, her pussy. Especially when she's turned on. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

He wasn't really lying. He'd felt them and teased them to orgasm, but usually under their panties in the dark of a car seat. Not in the light of the living room. Bill released her breast and slipped behind her, his other arm still wrapped around her waist with his fingers stroking her crotch. "Just come over to the couch," he said, guiding her ahead of him toward the divan before the tv.
 
Gasping and moaning she felt his fingers finally leave her body momentarily as he eagerly guided her to the couch. "We can't. What if fin comes down??" She pleaded as he guided her got nearly topless body to the couch. Sighing she let him help her pull her jeans down. "No touching. Ok"she said knowing with the video she didn't have much choice she spread her legs revealing her bare shaved pussy with a thin line of blonde hair on her mound. The cool air hitting her excited wetness felt good. She moaned pitifully
 
"Don't worry about Fin," Bill assured her, knowing whatever project Fin was working on, he'd asked for time alone to complete. Otherwise, he made no promises to her condition about 'no touching'. He was still stunned that she agreed to let him pull off her jeans and have complete freedom to look at her pussy. He yanked the pants clear down her legs and off her feet, so he could have her spread her legs wide and he could crouch on the floor between them.

He brought his head down right above her glistening sex. His hands lay naturally on her hips, but moved no closer to her intimate region. His eyes were bright with interest as he examined her puffy labia and the already peaking clitoris at the apex. "You look really wet," he said softly, dipping his nose within an inch of her flesh and taking a deep sniff. He grinned. "You smell sexy, mom," he said. Then he extended his tongue and swiped it up slowly along her lips, ending with a flick over her clit as he lifted his head. "I just had to have a little taste," he said, half-apologetic. He observed her reaction and let her see as he licked his lips and smacked them at the taste. "I could get used to that," he added with another big smile.
 
Spread open watching in turmoiled humiliation as her son examined her. Her pussy gleaming as he stared inches away. She could feel his hot breath adding to her arousal. Making her squirm in obvious discomfort at her situation.

Suddenly she watched as he quickly licked her. Her body quaked as his tongue ran over her wetness. "Noooo" she moaned as she twisted. Her body responding readily. Seeing him grin. "Ok. Enough for now. I need to get ready for bed" she said pulling her legs together. Realizing she had let things go too far. Wearing only the sheer blouse that should have a chamois under it she was nearly nude in front of her hormonal teen son.
 
Bill felt another surge at her moans to his tongue's brief taste of her pussy. It was hard for her to squirm away and close her legs with him between them, but she was trying hard. With her talking about getting ready for bed, he glanced at the clock to see if he'd given Fin enough time he'd asked for. Almost he thought, wondering if he could stall his panicking mother any longer. Looking toward the stairs, he saw Fin's tennis shoes step down far enough to be seen on a high riser through the balcony. He leaned down and flashed an OK sign to Bill.

Fin had been in Sandy's bedroom. She still had the desktop computer on the desk opposite her bed that her husband had installed a few months before she left. Fin knew it had a built-in microphone and web-cam, although he was sure his mother had never used it and barely knew it was there. With the software Fin had installed on Sandy's computer, he could control it from his own computer over the house wi-fi. He could turn it on, aim, focus, and record what it saw without her even knowing it.

Bill sighed and held off Sandy's legs long enough to take another deep whiff of her quim, letting his nose touch and wiggle back and forth on her clit. Then he finally let her shake him loose and clamp her legs together. "Here's your pants, mom," he offered like a gentleman, despite what they'd been doing. She seemed in a real hurry to get up to her bedroom, and he could only guess why, as he smiled slyly.
 
Sandy gasped as her son finally let her legs come together. Her heart was pounding as she took the jeans and slipped them on with some difficulty. She she looked weak and shaky as she made her way upstairs. Unaware of her sons manipulation and ultimate payback for her treatment of their father.

Getting into her room she locked the door. Something she seldom did. She slipped out of her tight low rise jeans and blouse. Running her hand over her body softly she gasped as she touched her overly stimulated nipples now standing out hard and proud. She could hang a towel from them they were so hard and long.

Climbing into bed she pulled a toy from her nightstand a small pink vibrator shaped like an egg. She twisted it on and started teasing her clit. Knowing it wouldn't be long. She started gyrating her hips as she rubbed the smooth egg over her little red clit. Her white motherly thighs spread wide. Her heels digging into the bed as she moaned. Unaware of her sons view of her very personal moments further convincing them their mom was a slut who desired sex and needed to be taught a lesson for her treatment of their father.
 
As soon as Fin had given Bill the high sign, he returned to his room and started the program that gave him access to his mother's computer camera. He was glad he did, because within moment he could hear someone coming up the stairs. The camera came on just as his mother was entering her bedroom and locking the door behind her. Fin watched absorbed as she quickly stripped and stood by her bed, naked, and stroked her hands over her body, especially her nipples. He could hear her gasp and shudder from the touch. He was glad he had set up the program to automatically record the video and sound in a file on his hard drive.

A few minutes later there was a quiet knock on his door, and Fin let his brother in. Both sat huddled before Fin's laptop, watching the scene in their mom's room as the naked woman stretched out on her bed, reaching to her bedside table drawer for a some kind of toy. They could hear it buzz softly and watched he begin rubbing the vibe over her pussy, concentrating on her clit.

"You must have really gotten her hot," Fin said softly as the two watched, fascinated by their mother's groans and swiftly-moving hips as she pleasured herself. "When I think what my lunch gang would pay for a copy of this..."

"No way!" Bill said sharply. "This is strictly for us -- well, at least until we have her really trained." He dared to imagine Sandy pulling a train for his best friends, if they paid enough for it. He squelched the thought, even though he knew his friends all thought she was a hot MILF.

"It's your turn tomorrow. I'll find some errands to run and give you the morning to yourself with her. Remember, take it slow, one step at a time. If you show her the video, the one we're blackmailing her with, pretend you found it yourself and you don't know I have one, too. As far as you're concerned, this is just between you and mom." Fin nodded, watching in lust as Sandy reached her long-awaited climax, the groans she attempted to suppress seeming loud on the video he was taping. 'Mom Porn 2" he was already naming it in his mind.
 
Sandy's moans filled her room. Her small egg shaped vibrator did the trick as she moaned. Her body glistened as she perspires. Her stomach muscles contracting over and over. As the desired release eased her tension. Her neck muscles straining as her entire body squirmed and trembled. She couldn't remember the last time she had gotten so excited or had such an intense orgasm. She lie in bliss for long minutes afterwards her body feeling spent. Her need somewhat satiated although she considered trying to go again she had achieved release and it had exhausted her mature body.

She lie there for a long time. Feeling guilty. Thinking how she had gotten into this situation and how she had gotten aroused by her son's manipulation. She thought to herself as she drifted off. I really am a slut.

The next morning she got up as usual. Showered and cleaned up. Her nipples were more sensitive and hard from the play last night from her son. They stood out hard on her white breasts. She slipped into some yoga pants since it was Saturday. Remembering her deal with her son she sighed, no baggy sweatshirt today. She pulled out a white chamois that was tight and thin showing lots of cleavage. Making her way downstairs she felt guilty that she was relieved Fin was the only one there. "Your brother gone already ?" She said pouring herself some coffee.
 
Fin had his computer pad with him, fiddling with it as he finished his cereal. "Yeah, Bill said he had to meet a couple of his posse and go shopping for video games or something," he mumbled distractedly. "Said he'd be gone 'til after lunch. How are you this morning," he added, almost perfunctorily. He was playing a game of some kind himself and seemed absorbed as Sandy went about getting whatever breakfast she wanted.

As Sandy nearly finished, he got up at some point and took his dishes to the sink, rinsed them off and put them into the machine as they'd been taught. Fin always seemed like the more obedient son, and Sandy knew her husband indulged his talents with just about whatever bit of computer hardward or software he showed interest in. Fin sat back at the breakfast table as Sandy took settled back with her coffee.

"Hey Mom," he asked, "Dad said he had a copy of Call of Duty 4 near his computer in the bedroom. Have you seen it?" He eyed Sandy innocently for her answer, then glanced down at his tablet and moved around some windows, his smile growing more sly. "I looked for it yesterday, but didn't find it. Instead, I found this." He tapped the screen and turned it toward Sandy. The wedding video of her kneeling and starting the blowjob was running. "Have you ever seen this before?" Fin asked innocently. "Do you think Dad has? Do you think I should send it to him? Or Bill?"
 
The pleasant conversation with her son had started out normally was now a nightmare she didn't want to deal with. Biting her full lower lip she saw her image haunting her again as her son showed her what he had found. She nearly fainted.

"Please no, no one can see this" she said. The conversation with her oldest son replaying as her personal nightmare as she felt her world collapsing. Her desperate tone and look of disparity was enough to empower the young man to continue with his plan for the day with the mother his brother and him were being taught to mistrust by their father. Her heart was pounding as she Waited expecting the next words to be humiliating and knowing she was in a dangerous situation.
 
Fin seemed nonplussed by the extreme humiliation his mother was feeling. "Oh, okay," he said with a shrug. "It'll be just our secret, then." He glanced at the tablet again, a smile spreading over his face, before he turned off the image. He glanced out the window. "Boy, it's going to be another hot one today, isn't it," he said as if changing the subject was no big thing. And he was right; the full heat of summer was upon them and, even this early in the morning it was already in the 90's. They were lucky they had a pool in the backyard.

"What do you say we use the pool today?" he suggested to her. "I want to cool off, and I'd really like some company. You could wear a nice teeny weeny bikini and work on your tan." His casual words were now flavored with a certain intensity in his delivery. He wasn't asking; this is what he wanted. "Let's go change and I'll meet you out there."

Fashion for men and women bathing suits weren't fair these days. Women's suits were ever more revealing, while men wore baggy trunks that sometimes came down to nearly their knees. Fin skipped upstairs and put on a pair, decorated with images of sexy female pop singers. He grabbed a towel and a pair of shades and headed out to the backyard, messing around to raise the umbrella at their poolside table while waiting for Sandy to join them. The backyard was surrounded by a tall wooden fence to give them privacy. Fin's bare chest revealed well-toned muscles, even for a teenager of 16.
 
Sandy's son's words were less of a suggestion as he requested her to hang out by the pool with him. She sighed, was she reading more into it than it was, or was he blackmailing her like her other son, she knew they were different. But his smirk and words were clear, She had an idea what he was talking about. He had seen an old suit one day years ago she had, it was strapless and went around her breasts, the thin strip enough to cover her nipples but leaving her upper and lower breasts exposed, she had quit wearing it when her son's got old enough to notice it showed a lot of her skin, the bottom was a thong bottom that was cut high on the sides. She swallowed hard. "ok, sure" she said with some resignation in her voice.

She went up changing, her body barely covered she came downstairs, her thick thighs and round ass exposed, her large breasts barely covered, or one could say mostly uncovered, her nipples about the only thing not showing. She made her way to the lounge chair by the pool as her son was already there. his toned upper body exposed, his look of approval made her feel guilty, she felt like such a slut as she also felt a little twinge of excitement.

She watched as he stared at her, his eyes showing excitement and lust, her young usually more kind son didn't seem to have a look of kindness at all, he looked like he wanted to do things to her, things she wasn't at all ready to explore. She felt her heart pounding as she swallowed hard. She thought about going in and fixing herself a drink to deal with this, but it was only around 9:00 in the morning, and she couldn't do that yet, not with her son's already using her behaviors against her, her husband would love to have the information for the divorce that she was drinking in the mornings and that she was on a sex video.

She had no clue the sex video was the start of what had turned out to be more than one, and as long as she didn't know about her room being set up with video, there may be more videos to come, unwittingly her dark situation was a deep hole that was getting deeper both with and without her knowledge. It wouldn't be long she would be in a place where she would have no will of her own.
 
Finley had set up the umbrella and the chaise lounge for his mother to stretch out on, if all she was interested in was getting sun on her tan. As for him, seeing her coming out in her deliciously skimpy bikini was prompting a response in his loins, so he turned to the pool and dove in, swimming a few laps. Fin was always the real swimmer of the family, using the pool for exercise as well as just enjoying the water on a hot day. He let the water cool his ardor a bit before he climbed out. There were a pile of towels on the table, and he grabbed one to rub his upper body more-or-less dry, hoping the wet suit would help him keep control of his prick from showing off the nasty thoughts he was having.

He took a tube of sunscreen from beside the towels and pulled a chair up next to Sandy. "You should use some lotion, Mom, to keep from burning. Here, I'll rub in on for you. Which do you want first, front or back? Just lie back and let me do the work."
 
Watching her son as he swam. She wasn't sure what he planned until he saw him coming back from the pool. The wet suit outlined his hanging member and she was shocked. He was built bigger than his father and still soft. She was glad for her sun glasses as he came closer. She saw him scoot closer and her heart raced.

When he gave her a choice to roll over she took it. She knew what would happen if he started playing with her over sensitive nipples. She rolled onto her tummy. Her motherly ass sticking up round and white. "Back please" she said as she lie face down. A thin strip of material covering her pussy and ass.

She felt the oil slide over her body as he started rubbing. Her body responding as she knew it shouldn't. Still messed up from her oldest sons manipulation she was still responsive today.
 
Fin paused a moment to survey the sleek body displayed for him. True, he wasn't looking at her breasts, but a woman's back and legs were pretty sexy, too, especially when they joined at the rise of her barely-covered ass. He smeared a thick dollop on his hands and started at her shoulders, rubbing it into her skin, slowly and sensuously. He approached the thin bra strap from above, his fingers easing under it to rub, and then from below doing the same as he coated her lower back. Finally he announced, "You don't want to get a tan line across your back, do you?" and deftly unhooked the strap, peeling it to either side where it tucked between her arms.

Reaching her lower back near her ass, he switched to her legs, starting at her ankles and massaging his way up her calves and thighs. When he reached the rise of her ass, he spent a good amount of time massaging under the small patch that shielded her buns, his thumbs teasing under it, until he declared, "No tan lines here, either," and tugged at the high straps on her hips, pulling them down so the suit, such as it was, was bunched just under the cheeks of her ass and he massaged he cheeks for a bit.

His cock was pushing against his suit with a pronounced bulge by this time, so he said he was going in to swim for a bit, letting her have some time to absorb the warm rays before... well, he'd have to decide then, he told himself. He dove in and started some laps, hoping the exercise and water would help cool him off a bit.
 
Feeling his hands slide over her body as she lie there letting him do as he pleased. Although he wasn't as blatant about the blackmail she still got the idea from his demeanor that he was the one in charge. Her strap released allowing her big breasts to push out more on her sides. As he rubbed in the lotion. She was doing pretty well with it all she thought.

Her legs oiled up and rubbed she soon felt his hands on the round globe of her ass. Rubbing and squeezing as he spent an inordinate amount of time there before pulling her bikini bottom askew. She lie as he left her as he went swimming. Her heart raced as he was soon standing over her again. Like a new toy he couldn't stay away from.
 
The cool water had some effect, but Fin was still excited at the prospects as he hoisted himself from the water and stood by his mother again. He wished he'd brought his phone or something to take the picture of his sexy mother in the sun, nearly naked on her stomach. Something he'd have to remember for the future. But for now...

"We should get your front, too, Mom," he suggested, already grabbing the sunscreen. "You want a nice even tan, don't you? Just roll over and I'll take care of it." He watched, wondering if she'd try to adjust her swimsuit to keep from exposing herself to blatantly to him. The bra was unhooked, and she might lose it if she wasn't careful; and the bottoms were tucked down beneath her ass, and beneath her pussy, too, unless she tried to do something about that (but to do so risked losing her top).
 
Trapping her suit top under her arms she rolled over. The top somewhat keeping her covered. She lie there. Looking up his grin huge and his semi hard member bigger. She sighed. She was in a bad situation and her intelligent son was playing games with her mind. Fin was always above average intelligence and she hadn't won an argument with him since he was ten.

Her heart was pounding in anticipation. She wasn't sure if he would just rub the lotion on or do more. She was hardly in a position to complain but she would try to maintain as many boundaries as she could. She wasn't doing a good job of it the last two days. She gasped as the cool oil was squirted on her tan motherly tummy. She had very few stretch marks from her son and although her tummy wasn't flat it wasn't fat either. Her son gently rubbed the lotion as she lie there letting him touch her.
 
Fin started with Sandy's smooth, lean belly, his fingers briefly running along her womanly stretch marks, but mostly just moving in ever widening circles. He moved to the flanks of her torso, teasing between the arms clenched at her sides, tempting to push the arms far enough away so that one side or the other of her bra straps would come free, but he held back. Up to her shoulders and down across her exposed chest, down the bulk of her breasts to where the thin strap just prevented the exposure of her nipples. Then he changed tack and moved up her belly, rubbing in the undersides of her boobs, but still sparing her nipples.

"Now, Mom," he chided her gently, "think how good your summer dresses will look without a tan line. Those who know you can see your cleavage, all tanned and uninterrupted. After all, we're protected by the fence. No one can see us here." His fingers returned to her breasts, rubbing at the edge of her suit bra, teasing under, whispering over her nipples. Then he plucked at the fabric, gently tugging it loose at her arms, hoping she'd relent and let him pull it off her.
 
Feeling his fingers sliding over her body. Oiling her as he whispered his mouth over her hard sensitive nipples as he rubbed above and below. His insistent fingers working her arms till she relented sighing "oh Fin, nooo" she moaned as he pulled the top away leaving her in only the tiny bottoms that were pulled down revealing the tiny tuft of hair on her mound above her shaved pussy.

Her hands reaching up as he moved the top up over the lounge chair back, elongating her aureolas as her hands were above her head. She gasped as she felt the oily hands working over her breasts. Her gasps turned into heavy breathing as she lie exposed and allowing her son to play with her.

She could see his grin as his fingers moved over her long nipples and tan aureolas. Her heart pounded as she closed her eyes trying to forget it was her son teasing her. The mistake was obvious as her body just responded more readily.
 
Fin was very tempted to just stay with those magnificent nipples, massaging the sunscreen into the peaking buds, but he decided, in his own way, to maintain the fiction he was just rubbing in oil. So he left the breasts and started at her feet, sensuously rubbing in her feet and ankles, then working his way up her calves and thighs. Soon he was at the tops of her thighs, his fingers teasing at the bunched cloth (as much as there was) at her groin. He slipped past it onto her pelvis, rubbing cream into her hips and then toward the middle. His fingers rubbed through the sparse hair at her mons, teasing between her thighs so close to the lips he could sense but not yet touch.
 
Her nipples aching once again. She felt her ample breasts rise and fall. Her nipples hard. She felt a heated flush and not from the sun as he worked her into a mild sexual fluster. As she felt she could take no more he left her breasts and went to her feet. Her legs slightly parted as he worked her thighs. She could feel his fingers entirely too close to her wetness. As his fingers brushed under her suit she let out a sharp gasp in anticipation but he didn't touch her or enter her. He continued to drive her wild. " oh god Fin. It's enough. Please. " she pleaded as he watched in amazement as she responded like the slut his father thought she was and he and his brother were starting to believe
 
Fin understood; he could do anything to her now, if he wanted to. And, oh, how he wanted to. Would Bill be angry he he fucked her before his older brother? Jealous, maybe, but Bill had said to go slow. Fin began to understand why: it was fabulous to see their mother writhing and begging for it, begging her own sons to have their way. She would be so humiliated by doing so, but they now knew she couldn't help herself, once they charged her up the way they now knew how to do.

Fin's cock was throbbing in his suit, pushing out against the clinging wet fabric, feeling heavier than he could remember, but he eased off. The tease was fun in itself, he realized. It was an exercise of power over his parent, and that was exciting in ways he hadn't understood before. She would do what he said, because of the video, and because her body constantly betrayed her.

"Yeah," he said casually as his fingers left her pelvis, "you do look pretty hot and sweaty. It is really starting to heat up around here." He acted like he was talking about the temperature, not the broiling excitement. "You should probably take a dip in the pool with me." He stood up and, gentlemanly, reached to her with a downward outstretched hand. As she started to fumble with the bra of her suit, he quickly inserted, "Don't bother with the suit. It's just us, right? Let's go European today. They go nude on their beaches all the time."
 
Sandy felt a momentary relief as he finally stopped. Feline her body hot and aroused she found her relief short lived. She soon found out the ordeal wasn't over. Her hot steamy body was now beckoned to the pool. Her son making it clear she wasn't to wear a suit. She nodded consent as she dropped her top. The bottoms followed. As he took her hand leading her oily glistening body to the pool. She felt her nipples so hard. Her bi breasts swayed with each step. The nipples pointed up and looked like you could hang their towels on them.

As they started into the water sandy gasped. It felt so cold on her hot skin. She was nervous. She wasn't sure what her son was planning but so far the boys had been torturous to her motherly body and she didn't expect it to stop.
 
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