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Blackmailing MILF (HotTexasCowboy & Cindi Fuller)

Fin led Sandy towards the pool, his eyes unable to leave the sight of her lush body slithering toward the water. Her hips swayed side to side, and her breasts wobbled with each step. I could pierce my gums on those nipples, he thought, salivating at the thought. He brought her to the steps cut into the corner of the shallow end, and watched as she tried to keep her thighs from opening as she took each step down into the water. On the pool bottom, the shallow water lapped at the top of her thighs, and only about mid thigh on her taller son. He grinned as he looked down her body and then, with a guilty smile, at his own trunks, the thick penis pushing out boldly into the wet fabric.

"I guess this isn't fair, is it?" he admitted. He reached to her hands and brought them to the bow string at the waistband of his suit. "Why don't you untie this and pull them down." He hadn't been exposed to his mother since he was a child, but now he was eager for her to see him in full glory. Even the cold water couldn't dampen his excitement at the circumstances.
 
Sandy stood in the cool water. Her son staring at her nude body as if it wasn't him that got her to this point. She felt her mind and body were in a whirlwind of emotions. Her arousal and degradation and humiliation and pleasure all spinning in her mind. She stared a long moment before answering her son.

" alright if you say so" making it clear she was doing this at his behest and not of her own accord. She pulled the strings with soft trembling fingers. Her heart pounded as she moved the shorts down. She was shocked when she saw his nude body. He was well defined and fit but the thick long shaft he sported was disproportionate to his body. Thick and long it was huge. His grin let her know he knew it was impressive.

Swallowing hard she stepped back. Looking up at her tall son. She knew he was up to something. Fin was the thinker and planner of the two brothers. He was always working on some computer program or idea he had. She had no doubt his plans were well thought out the night before.
 
Fin followed her eyes, not her hands. He could feel her trembling fingers as she reached for his trunks and pulled them down. But her eyes widened, the pupils showing fascination at the opportunity to see his body exposed. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she thrilled to the sight of him, especially his erection. He felt a renewed surge of excitement at her obvious desire, mixed as it was with guilt and humiliation at being manipulated like this. Even if she didn't know that he was well aware that Bill had played this game with her last night.

"Hey, I've got an idea," he said, smiling, as if they were innocently playing. "How about a race?" Of course, he was an athlete, a competitive swimmer and diver. "This end of the pool to the deep end. I'll even give you a five second head start. Plus, I have ... this handicap," he added, glancing down at his erection the cool water was doing nothing to diminish. He noted her eyes dipped to follow his glance. "Winner gets their wish."

They were at the shallow end. Fin crouched down into the water, his body curled like a spring against the wall. "Whenever you're ready, you can go, and I'll start counting five seconds..."
 
"Fin" she protested "your way to fast". She saw in his eyes it wasn't really a request and this could be her chance to get a reprieve from what was planned for her. To her knowledge she could get one of her boys to stop their games at her expense. She had no idea they were working together against her.

As he crouched she started swimming she had never swam nude before and her breasts sliding through the water rocked as the water smoothed over her skin. She could hear him laughing and counting.

She swam faster as she kicked her legs. Her mature body straining to beat her athletic son. She couldn't tell if she was ahead or not as she swam. Her lungs feeling like they would burst as she strained. Her shoulders and arms feeling tired. She pushed herself hard.
 
"Come on, Mom," he encouraged at her hesitation. "This is your chance to, you know, get that DVD back. I promise to play fair. Five seconds is a big lead." Or, it would be if he was swimming agaisnt Bill or Dad. He watched as she set out and started counting. "And... One... And... Two..." He could see she was putting out the effort, trying to get a big advantage.

"... And... Five!" he reached. His body sprang like a rubber band from the wall, leaping into the water with a surge of momentum that made up nearly half the lead in a single bolt. His feet started furious kicking and his arms cut into the surface over and over like a spinning windmill. His free cock felt like a boat keel under him, a different sensation to be sure, but still not slowing him down. He caught her with a fourth of the pool length to go, and was waiting at the wall when she reached it, moving so she actually swam into his body at the end. Her hand touched his shoulder and he drew her into the wall against him. He could feel his thick organ rubbing against her legs as he wrapped one arm around her to keep her from sinking as she caught her breath from the effort.

"Good try, Mom," he smiled. He was breathing hard himself from the spurt. One hand around her back, pressing her breasts to his chest, while his other held the pool wall; their legs moved freely above the deeper floor. The low diving board was over head; they'd installed one mainly so Fin could practice his dives. "So now I get my wish, right?" he grinned at her.

He kicked hard and lifted himself partly from the water, reaching up to grasp the low board. He held onto it with both hands, lifting himself so the water level was at his hips, the head of his upright cock also breaking the surface with most of his shaft still underwater. "I want to feel your hand on me, Mom," he said. Her hands had already slipped to his hips when he'd let her go. "I want to feel what it's like when a girl touches me. Like you did in that video. Just like that..." he urged. "I won, remember?"
 
Sandy was swimming so hard she didn't even realize she was at the wall. Her hand hit his shoulder as he pulled her up. Her hard nipples bore into his chest rubbing against him as she took deep breaths. She was defeated in more ways then one. Her son obviously using the video more blatantly now.

The thick rod sliding between them didn't go unnoticed as she felt a flush of heat between her legs. The thought of it inside her both disgusting and exciting. If it were on someone other than her son she knew she would already be on it.

Grabbing his hard torso as he pulled himself up she was just above his long shaft as he coaxed her. Her face flushed and not from the exertion of the race. She swallowed hard. She knew he was excited and ready to release but what he didn't know, or so she thought , was how this would effect her body. She knew she would be ready to explode in desire when she touched it. It looked so hard and virile.

Her soft hands slid around the thick shaft. Holding on as she at rocked him. She wasn't surprised she was thinking about it inside her as she stroked him. He was rigid as steel and so thick. Her gasps were not from exertion as she kicked her legs staying afloat while she stroked him harder.
 
Fin's arms bent and flexed, and he arched his back and neck as he felt her hands go to his cock. Felt them wrap around his thickness and grip, and stroke. He breathed harder and looked down at her. This wasn't some hesitant touch she was forced to endure and trying to get it over with. She was entranced, staring at him with eyes almost hypnotized like a snake's prey.

"Slow down," he gasped through gritted teeth. He didn't want this to be a quick release. It felt to good not to make it last. "Take it easy, enjoy it," he groaned. She was entranced; no, she was excited, he realized, even though it was her son, she couldn't seem to resist herself. Or maybe, it was cock she couldn't resist. And she had one in her hands now.

"You love touching it, don't you," he taunted her, so she would know what he knew about her. "Tell me how it makes you feel," he ordered her, his voice hypnotic even as he groaned from pleasure.
 
Sandy was indeed in a trance. Her heart pounding so hard she could hear it roar in her ears. She stroked him fast and steady as if getting him off were the most important thing. She was moving her fingers over his thickness as she stared. His young full balls ready to empty. Stroking faster and faster her breasts floating and bobbing.

"God it feels hard. Your gonna make girls happy" she moaned. Stroking it as she moved a hand to his heavy balls. Cupping them as the thick head pointed at her big breasts. She was gasping for air now as she felt her body tremble. She was so excited she thought she might orgasm just from stroking him.
 
She wasn't listening, Fin thought. He'd told her to slow down, but she was lost in what she was doing, what she was touching, and setting her own pace. It's a pace that will send him over the crest all too soon. His hips wriggle in the water, sending small waves over her breasts that bob in the surface like targets... targets for what he knows will happen soon.

And it does. He grits his teeth, stifling a groan as his cock erupts and white ropes of jism burst out in spasms. Each one squirts onto Sandy's boobs, decorating them with cream before the waves start to wash them away.
 
Stroking him with her soft slender fingers she feels him swelling. Shocked as he suddenly stiffens. She slows her strokes. Letting his teen seed shoot out over her breasts. Surprised at herself and the way she reacted she strokes him till he is flaccid working every drop from him. His grunts of pleasure giving her a sense of pride and arousal. She resists the urge to lick the last drop from his thick long shaft.

Letting him go finally she washes the cum from her big breasts. "I need to shower the chlorine off. " she mumbles. Wanting to get away. She fears her son will not be done using her as a play thing if she doesn't
 
He held on to the board while she milked him for a long time. When she let go, he watched for a minute as she swirled water over her breasts, the light waves diluting the strings of his cum until they had washed away. Sighing, he let go of the board and dropped back into the deep water beside her. He heard her mutter something about showering away the chlorine. Or is it my cum she wants to try to wash away, he wondered. He moved and hand about her shoulders, holding on to her as his feet and free hand gradually stroked them toward more shallow water.

When the bottom came under their feet, he still held a hand possessively around her as they waded toward the metal steps she could use to climb out. He was already recovering from the sense of weakness that accompanied his post-climatic moments. As they neared the steps, he directed her to a space of the pool edge beside them. The water level was down to their waist by this point. He moved her right into the wall, and then shifted his arm to grab her forearm and push her down onto the poolside cement, bending her at the waist.

"So, you think the girls will love me?" he taunted her. "That's what you said once you had your hands on my cock, remember?" A hand in her back and the command in his voice held her down. "But if I'm going to make the girls happy, they'll have to make me happy, too. They'll have to be good girls and listen and obey. Remember I said for you to slow down? And you ignored me? That did not make me happy."

And at the last word, he suddenly spanked her right butt cheek, the smack echoing around the backyard. "You need to learn to obey me, Mother," he said, spanking her left cheek with equal force. "So, are YOU going to be a GOOD girl?" he asked, emphasizing two words with two more spanks.
 
Sandy was lead to the edge of the pool by her son, she thought he was helping her out till she felt him push her down rather roughly. Her breasts on the rough concrete, her ass sticking out white and round. Her pussy exposed to him above the water level, she stood over her a bit, his hand on her back and shoulder keeping her in place as she was scolded.

She wasn't sure what to do, but she had to follow what he wanted. As he scolded her she realized what he was doing. Tables were turned, she was the one spanked by him instead of her spanking him as a child. She let out a YELP as she felt the first hard slap on her white ass. A perfect red hand print on her cheek. She grimaced as he looked down grinning, knowing he was in charge. "yes, yes, I'll be a good girl, I'll do what you SAAY..OUCH" she felt another slap on her other cheek.

She felt her red cheeks feeling hot. It was painful but also did something to her. she felt herself getting wetter despite the pain of it. It was strange as she stay bent over. His nude body over hers. Her ass sticking out red and vulnerable as she held her small hands to the side of the pool, trying to keep from getting an abrasion on her front from the rough concrete under her.

She felt him move his hand back. she tensed, prepared for another spanking, she didn't know how long it would go on or how much she could take, but she realized she had to let him do what he wanted.
 
He looked down at her, hearing her desperate cries of obedience. She wasn't pushing back or trying to turn around, or scold him. He was in charge, and she was accepting that with no protest. He could see the redness on her ass from his spanks, two on each cheek. "Well, then, it looks like we understand each other," he said with satisfaction. "Be a good girl, and everything will be fine. You'll get rewarded."

To emphasize his point, he slipped his hand between her thighs to rub against the sex lips he could easily see from behind. His fingers were wet and slick, not from pool water, but from arousal. He rubbed up and down slowly, while excited questions bombarded his mind. Did she turn on from this? Was it the pain, or was it the submission? Maybe she enjoyed a strong hand, or two, to control her...

He didn't rub her long, just enough to make sure she was still steaming. Then he withdrew his fingers and took a step back. "Okay, Mom. You say you need to get a shower? Why don't you take care of that. You go ahead." He reached to help her upright and shift over to the steps, watching as she climbed up and he could still see flashes of her pussy. When she started toward the lounger with her suit, he simply said, "You don't need your suit now, Mom. After all, you're heading for the shower anyway. I'll drop it in the hamper for you. Just go as you are."

He remained in the water, watching her walk to the house and enter the back door, naked. I have got to get more web cams, he told himself. He now pictured having a view of every room and the back yard, recording every sexy, embarrassing moment they put their mom through. Fin finally stepped from the pool, snagging up both suits, and went inside himself. From the laundry hamper he grabbed an old shirt and slipped it on, the ragged jersey going down to the middle of his thighs. As he reached the living room, the front door opened and Bill came in.

"Hey, bro, how was your visit?" Fin asked him with a smirk.

"Yak, yak, nothing new," Bill said quickly. "But screw that, how was your morning?"

Fin gave him a quick version of his fun. "Shit, she wanked you off?" Bill said in admiring wonderment.

"That's not all," Fin continued telling Bill of the spanking. "I think in some secret part of her, she got turned on by it."

Bill shook his head. "So what's the plan now?"

Fin shrugged with a grin. "You just missed her heading to the shower, man. Me, I'm headed to Best Buy to make some purchases. She's all yours."

Bill acted quickly, bounding upstairs and listening at his mother's door for the unmistakable sound of water running in her bathroom. He entered her bedroom, quickly peeling off his shirt and shoes, entering her bathroom in just his shorts and underwear. "Hey, Mom," he greeted her, ignoring what he was seeing and her reaction. "Good thing you got the hot water going. I need a quick shower myself." He shoved down his shorts, hooking the jockeys with it, and moved aside the shower curtain as he got into the shower with her.
 
Sandy felt a hard smack on each of her round ass cheeks again. Her body trembled. She had been spanked hard by her son, and she let him, and not only that, she was soaking from the actions of the day.

She felt his fingers on her, touching her as she moaned. Her eyes closed. She was being tortured sexually, deprived of what she needed, and given no opportunity for release other than herself, and perhaps her son's if she was to degrade herself to that level.

standing up, as she was instructed she shakily walked to the house. Her bare body on display as her son enjoyed his control, her body his to use, she knew. She walked on shaking legs, her hips swayed, her bare body feeling out of control, and it was, it was under the control of her son's and neither one knew the other was doing things to her, to her knowledge.

She made it inside, slipping into the shower, relieved to have some time alone, her pussy was so wet, she washed it, causing herself to have feelings of heightened arousal as she touched herself, her nipples were standing out so hard and long, she wondered if they would ever go back to normal. She was starting to relax, her body covered in suds when the curtain opened, her older son stepping in as if it was natural as can be. and What could she say about it?

She saw his impressive body and long thick shaft hanging down as he smiled and evil grin. Her mind spinning, she thought to herself, oh god, not more, not now. As he walked up to her smaller busy body, his tall muscular body ready to be in control of her again, what could he want now, what would he do?
 
Bill showed no sign of embarrassment at being naked with his mother in such close quarters. The spray spread to his body, adding a glisten of water sheen to his toned figure. "Sorry I had to leave you with Fin this morning," he continued in his casual manner. "Hope he didn't bore you too much with his geek stuff. He's gone out to browse at the tech stores for a while, and you know him: he'll be gone for hours. Ahhhh, love this hot water..." he finished with a sigh. His suggestion of them being alone and her being at his beck and call was clearly implied.

He picked up the shampoo and made a spinning motion with his finger. "Turn around; I'll give you a shampoo and then wash your back." Bill used a hand sprayer to make sure Sandy's hair was wet, then poured a glob of shampoo onto his hand and lathered it up before spreading it into her hair. His fingers worked it into her scalp and spread it through her tresses; he was almost professional and soothing in his work. "Rinse," he said, tilting her head back and using the hand sprayer and his hand to rinse the suds from her head.

"Now your back," he smiled, grabbing the soap and lathering up his hands. He started at her shoulders and rubbed the suds down her back to her ass. His hands worked there diligently, playing with her cheeks and easing a finger in the valley separating them as far as her anus, which he lightly teased. Then his hand moved on down her legs, stooping to go past her knees well down her calves. He adjusted the nozzle so that it only sprayed a light, warm mist, not enough to rinse her off as he snuggled up behind her. "Mmmm, I could wash myself using your lather," he said softly, his body shifting against the slickness of her soapy back, including his groin sliding against her ass. She could feel his thickening cock nestled against the crack between her cheeks.

"So warm and slick, I could stay like this forever," he murmured into her ear. His hands, still soapy, slipped around her in a hug to keep her against him, but soon traveled up her torso to cup her breasts and play with her extended nipples. "I guess you're liking it, too, aren't you Mom," he said confidently.
 
Sandy moved her head back as her eldest son washed her long blonde hair. Did fingers sliding over her scalp felt good, relaxing, almost loving. Rinsing her hair he lathered her back. His fingers wrapped around the shampoo bottle as he poured it over her motherly body touching her places her son shouldn't but this was not new after last night.

Feeling his fingers work between her cheeks. Touching her virgin ass. She felt his thickness pressing between her legs. Rubbing over her she felt her body respond. Soft low moans escaped her lips. His fingers finding the sensitive nipples so long and hard. She couldn't remember a time her nipples were so sensitive and stayed hard so long. She felt she would never feel her nipples not hard as he drove her wild again.

Moaning as he pressed against her as she felt his hard shaft slide between her cheeks. She realized her son was using her body to pleasure himself and she couldn't do anything about it
 
She didn't answer him in words, but her elicited moans were plain enough. As it was last night, her nipples sent her into helpless response, and he could do just about anything he wanted to her. Had Dad ever fucked her ass, Bill wondered idly. She hadn't tried to get away when he'd teased it with a finger. Maybe later, he decided, remembering that they were to take it a few steps at a time. They had been fast steps, though. Last night he'd played with her tits and had her swooning so much she showed him her pussy when he'd demanded it. This morning, she'd jacked off his brother in the pool. And now...

One of his hands left her breasts and slipped down to her crotch, slickly rubbing her labia and clit. Meanwhile, he pressed close to her, his hard tube now stroking between her soapy ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of his cock partly surrounded by such wet heat. 'Hotdogging,' he knew it was called, and it was a great sensation. Not as much as being immersed in a hot pussy, but it was enough for now. His hips moved back and forth, the motion blatant if the results for her were not so much. Not that he wasn't making sure she was getting hot and bothered as he played her body for his own enjoyment.

I could cum from this, he thought, their bodies enveloped in heated mist like a tropical rainforest. He could, but he felt after Fin's play this morning, he needed to assert another level of dominance over her. We she as hot for his cock as she had been for Fin in the pool? He decided to find out.

He stepped back and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him. His hands still pressed on her shoulders, pushing her down. Down to her knees, with his upright cock before her eyes. "What do you think, Mom? What do you think of my cock? It's a good sized one, isn't it. Especially after playing with it against your ass. Don't you want to touch it? Here," he grabbed the hand sprayer and rinsed away the soap coating it, leaving it clean and throbbing before her. "Don't you want to... taste it?" Just like in the video, he thought, remembering how eager she'd been there to suck another man's cock.
 
Feeling his fingers work her nipples so hard they ached. She gasped as his fingers slid down delving into her hot opening.

"Noooo, Bill" she whimpered as he rubbed her bare wet pussy. "God not that"

Moaning as he worked her to arousal more and more. Feeling him move her. Guiding her with strong determined fingers she was soon kneeling. Spray washing over her. Her sons massive hard shaft sticking out straight at her face. Swallowing hard. She shook her head mouthing "no" as he nodded. Slowly her full lips moved forward. She was back at her wedding falling into old patterns. Guys a rousing her

Staring at it hard and rigid. Straight out with no curve. Her body trembled. " I ... You don't mean you want me too?" She stammered questioning as her son confidently nodded and grinned.

Her mouth moving over the thick head. She was a slut. It rang in her mind. Not because she was sucking her son. He was making her do that. But because it excited her so much.

Her head started bobbing as she cupped his young heavy balls. His thick head popping in and out of her throat. She worked the smooth hard head. Making him swell. Gurgling sounds from her throat as she worked for his seed. Her big breasts swaying as she bobbed on him.
 
Bill watched as she sank to her knees. She could have resisted, could have thrown open the curtains and stalked out. There was no gun to her head; well, okay, they had the DVD, but Bill could tell this was way beyond that. She was obeying because something made her, something had her in the grip of helpless arousal and she couldn't help herself. He had told her to put her mouth on his cock, and she had done so, not reluctantly, but willingly, because she was looking at cock and couldn't resist. Her lips kissed him lovingly and drew down his length as far as she could without gagging. Her hands reached to gently play with his balls. He could feel her throat tightening on his cockhead before she drew back. She was working him, wanting him to enjoy it, and he was.

Was she willing to taste him? Did she even crave it? Bill knew he was soon to give her the chance. Her mouth and hands played him lovingly, expertly. She's done this before, he thought, deciding that video was no aberration. She loves this. He reached down to capture one of her swaying breasts, capturing and pulling on her nipple, feeling how hard it was between his thumb and forefinger. He knew now how sensitive her boobs were. He could manipulate her whenever he wanted, however he wanted. The thought excited him even more.

His cock was swelling with that sense of inevitability that started below his balls and drew up through his shaft. He grunted and put a hand behind her head, thrusting deep into her mouth as he felt the first spasm wrack his cock and splatter into her maw. He let go, letting her decide what to do as bolt after bolt of his white seed streamed at her, into her. Bill concentrated on standing tall, hips jerking, letting the hot water stream over his face, enjoying the feeling of his mother submitting to his powerful spasms.
 
Kneeling and sucking the thick hard shaft was nothing sandy hadn't done before. Just not this one. She sucked and licked as she bobbed working him like a new lover instead of her son. Her full lips stretched around the hard shaft as it slid in and out. The head popping in and out of her tight throat. Her fingers rubbed and held his massive heavy balls. So full of seed. She could already taste the intoxicating seed as she sucked.

She felt her heavy breast fondled as suddenly her sensitive nipple was captured in his hungry fingers. She moaned and bobbed her head faster at the stimulation. Her actions or maybe the whole situation enough to make him cum. She felt his hand on her head. Shocked as he pushed into her throat forcing the thick shaft to stretch her throat unnaturally.

She swallowed trying not to gag. The action coaxed his load directly into her throat. She took a massive amount down to her tummy. Finally as he released her she took his shaft coaxing it with her fingers. She gently sucked and swallowed ass his seed. Her head spinning as she finally struggled to her feet. Her knees red her lips wet and puffy. She was feeling quite tired after her day.

Rinsing off. Feeling guilty she was emotionally and physically drained. I'm gonna lay down for a while she said softly. Her voice hoarse from the throat penetration.
 
Bill had never felt such an exciting bout of cock sucking. Her throat opened up for his cock, and massaged part of him as she swallowed, the pressure only making his ejaculation more powerful and prolonged. Even as he eased off, her fingers drew along his shaft, drawing every drop into her mouth, and she swallowed every bit of it. He sagged back a step as his mother arose, looking somehow exhausted, as she had had the orgasm, Bill thought. "Yeah, uh, sure. We could both use a rest," he suggested, feeling the temporary weakness after his climax.

He stood back as she quickly rinsed and stepped out of the shower, getting a towel to dry off. He rinsed as well, enjoying the sensation of the hot water drenching his head and flowing down his body. Then he turned the shower off and stepped out to dry. He followed his mother from the bathroom, watching as she went to the bed and collapsed on it, face down. The bed was queen sized, so he had room to flop down beside her. He was on his side, facing her, and he snuggled against her with an arm over her back.

"I don't know what you have to be tired about," he smiled, pulling a pillow under his head. "I'm the one you made climax." His hand stroked up and down her back, from the nape of her neck to the valley at the small of her back, and beyond, to rise up at the swells of her ass. He wasn't sure if he'd put her to sleep, or gradually reawaken her sensations, as his hand slipped a little lower with each stroke.
 
Sandy lie on the bed exhausted. Her son plopping down beside her was a surprise but not really shocking after everything that went on. She felt his nude body next to hers. Did fingers sliding gently over her flesh. Her eyes closed she could taste him in her mouth. Her body feeling more relaxed as his fingers went over her back. She noticed his hand slid lower each time. Her body warm and smelling fresh from the shower.

She could feel his youthful cock against her motherly body. It was firm not rigid but no longer soft she sighed. Young men are insatiable and her two boys were going to wear her out. Her body was caught in a place between sleep and arousal as he continued. Unbeknownst to her her sons had been through her room. Set up surveillance and knew all her secrets. Her life was open to them and she was theirs to use as they pleased.

She felt the young fingers slip over the crack of her ass as he explored further. She moaned softly. " oh please, not now, I'm so tired". His fingers exploring as she didn't have to look. She knew he had that mischievous grin on his face. He wasn't near done making her pay for her transgression.
 
Bill was thinking as his hand wandered, not idly, up and down his mother's back and ass, teasing the top of the valley between the cheeks. We have her, he thought triumphantly. The actions she had submitted to so far today, from Fin and from him, proved she would obey their demands and slake their desires. She'd stroked off Fin's cock in the pool, and swallowed his in the shower.

But part of him wanted more than for her to agree and submit in misery and humiliation. He enjoyed that power, yes, but he wanted more. He wanted her to feel her own ecstasy at the touches of her sons. He wanted her helpless to resist, not just because of blackmail, but because they trained her body to respond in powerful ways.

So he was not content to let her sleep. He did not know of her secret excitement in the actions she had taken so far today. He wanted her to experience thrills at her sons' hands. Hands, tongues, cocks, whatever. Then she'd do anything, anything they wanted. And, humiliation aside, look forward to it.

"Don't worry, Mom," he said as his fingers probed further down the valley. "I just want you to enjoy yourself. Put yourself in my hands." The gap between her ass cheeks was still moist from the shower and warm, as her whole body was warm, and his. He slid his fingers down until they teased the rim of her anus. He wanted to ask her if she'd even been fucked there, but not now. Instead, his fingers dived deeper, pressing at the ridge that separated back from front, anus from pussy. His hand was pressed between her thighs, forcing them to spread to make room. Then they lightly touched her vaginal pucker, and passed on to begin lightly rubbing up and down her sex lips, massaging the folds to arouse and swell, and lubricate.
 
Bill continued the gentle assault on her body. She was nearly past any resistance. Her body was exhausted. Her mind in turmoil. She needed to release her sexual frustrations worse than ever. Having seen, touched, and even tasted the men in her house her body was well aware of the potential there. The were far bigger than the toys she had stashed in the drawer by her bed. Inches from where her head lie. The thick shaft pressing close to her was fuel that pushed her further.

She felt the fingers slide lower. Touching her tiny pink virgin hole. She tensed. Her hole tightened at his touch. Relaxing as he slid lower. Her mind racing he was making her so wet. So rapidly she responded. Her legs parted. Her mind racing. A battle ensuing. "Please, no more, I can't take it. Your making me crazy" she whimpered. Her legs spread open as he gained full access to her ass and pussy. His fingers exploring deeper
 
"You say no, Mom, but your body says yes," Bill grinned. He rose up on his knees and free hand (the one not stroking at her pussy). "Roll over, Mom, and I'll show you what your body wants." His fingers urged her and helped her to roll onto her back, her body splayed out beneath him as he moved his knees between her open legs. He gazed down at her hungrily. "God, Mom, you are so sexy!" he said softly but intently.

His fingers still played lightly at her pussy, while he lowered his head to her tits. Soon his mouth and tongue was playing with her breasts. He engulfed her turgid nipples into his lips, sucking them deep and lashing them with his tongue inside his mouth. He molded her breasts, using a hand to squeeze and massage them while his mouth concentrated on the tips. He listened to her helpless moans to learn what most pleased her.

Then his lips left her boobs and trailed kissed down her stomach to her pelvis. He licked at the thin line of hair leading to her pussy. He was scooted down the bed between her open thighs, his head above her fully exposed crotch. He inhaled deeply, then his tongue stretched out and he began licking. Up and down her puffy labia he stroked, his tongue wriggling between the lips into glistening coral flesh. He flattened his tongue to lap up her labia until he reached her clit, then thinned the tongue muscle to use his tip to flick rapidly over the sensitive nub. His tongue ran back down her sex to probe lightly at the taut muscles at her entrance.

The tongue continuing its excursions up and down her vulva, he added fingers to the mix, to lightly tug and tease places while his tongue was elsewhere. His middle finger probed lightly at her cunt, slipping past the entrance to the first knuckle and wriggling. He slipped in the little finger of his other hand alongside the first to get it coated with her juices, then that finger slipped down to twist and probe partly into her ass. Doubly-probed, the two fingers stroked slowly deeper, rubbing her internal walls together or in counterpoint.

Bill continued his oral and digital assault, intent on driving her to the heights, and not just once. He knew women, when properly stimulated, could cum over and over, and he intended to show his mother pleasures she'd only imagined.
 
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