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Blackmailing Mum (Celebstars & Centurion768)

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The last few days, Emilia had been on her own. Her husband had been away with a production, he worked backstage, managing and producing. The couple had a son but didn't see him most of the year as he was in one of England's top boarding schools.

Currently out of the home, which was a old Victorian house in the countryside, Emilia was picking up a meal for one which utterly depressed her. She had to look down at her wedding ring to remind herself she had someone in her life. Something Emilia had been doing when alone was drinking a lot more red wine. With one bottle already in her basket, maybe another wouldn't hurt. After paying for her shopping, the mother, who had long blonde hair wore a beautiful summer dress, white in colour with floral patterns scattered all across. On her feet were black ballerina shoes, the actress looked very elegant.

Driving in a black Porsche up a country lane after leaving the nearby town, the wife pulled on to the graveled driveway, parking her car.

Being from a upper class background, she was stable in her finances, or so her husband thought. Some bad investments had left her scrambling for money, meaning she was back on an allowance from her father. It was humiliating for her and her father was not best pleased.
 
Coming home was surely one of the worst ideas he had in a long time, after being forced from the house by his mother three months ago and chucked into some posh boarding school up in the countryside, however, it was full of...how would he describe them...

Twats.

So, Charlie was coming home on the break, and was not intending on returning. He knew that his mother was on a slippery financial slope, his grandfather had been supporting them for a few years now. Just the lever he needed.

So, he walked up the long driveway, the 17 year old son was athletically built. A choice footballer for whatever team he ended up on. His head was topped with short blonde hair, much similar to his fathers oddly enough.

So he pushed into the house, glad that his key still worked and looked around.
"Hello?"
No reply. Brilliant. He carried his case up to his lavish bedroom and chucked it underneath the bed. Looking on in disdain at the disgusting bed, no sheets, no pillows. It seemed his family were quite done with his occupation of the house.

So young Charlie just stripped off his uniform and dumped it on his own bed, closed the door and stumbled back through the house to his parents room. Not caring for any pyjamas or even boxers, and slid underneath the warm covers. In mere moments falling asleep. Damn the consequences. He was tired. A full day of train rides and bad food seemed to have taken it's toll on him.
And so, he slept in the darkened room. His chest rising and fallin gently under the white covers.
 
Inside the house, Emilia put the wine bottles on the rack along with the others and put her meal for one in the fridge. She already had her evening planned, sitting on the sofa, glass of wine in one hand, the remote in the other, watching some TV. Perhaps even doing another page in her puzzle book, the crosswords were getting much harder now.

The woman had been hard at work since she arrived home. Cleaning was something she liked to do, not only because it kept the house respectable, it made her feel useful and passed the time when she wasn't working. The whole ground floor was spotless, now it was time to head upstairs.

Dusting and polishing, although necessary, was quite boring. It was the reason she had her headphones in listening to some music. Now entering her bedroom, she seemed taken back seeing a man laying in her bed. "You scared me" Emilia said, looking at the light blonde hair but not seeing a face. Thinking it was her husband, the woman didn't expect him back so soon. His car wasn't even outside, he must have parked it in the garage.

Feeling naughty and frisky, Emilia pulled her headphones out of her ears and rested her phone on the dresser in front of the mirror at the foot of the bed. On her knees, she lifted up the covers and crept in underneath on all fours. Her ass showing to the mirror in the dress she wore.

With one hand supporting her under the sheets, the other ran softly and delicately up his thigh. Despite him being asleep, she could see the reaction as his cock lifted up, liking the feel of her touch. The mother then began to unknowingly stroke the cock of her son. "Wakey Wakey" she teased, her mouth lowering to lick his balls.
 
Charlie was rather blissfully asleep. The large Egyptian cotton sheets and soft mattress doing wonders for his tired body, especially after three months of a painfully poorly made bed. He slept right through the entirety of his mother coming home and cleaning like a whirlwind through the entire house.

So of course, he was utterly out of it when she entered into the room. Her light call of alarm did manage to stir him, but being like any 17 year old. He was still a bit groggy.

Then he felt something warm and wet where...usually it shouldn't be. He lifted himself from his slumber with a satisfied moan and looked down the length of the bed. Spotting a rather shapely rear end dancing underneath the covers from his view of the mirror.

Now who was that...and why was she licking his balls? Not that he was complaining...

So he did the only right thing, and peeked under the covers, only to see the unmistakable blonde hair of his mother.
Fuck.

Out of shock he bucked his hips, but then quickly pushed the covers back down to hide her from him, his heart suddenly racing, but she did have a wonderful tongue...maybe he could just play it off that he hadn't seen it? But his cock certainly was feeling it, and in no time at all. It was rising higher and harder, pressing against her face as she worked at his balls and sent shivers of pleasure running through his body.
 
Her tender lips were pressed against his testicles, a light gloss stained his skin not that he would notice with the position it was planted. "Somebody has woken up haven't they" Emilia teased, feeling his cock harden against her face. Nuzzling against him with her nose, the warmth she felt was very welcoming.

The light from the room lit up the darkened space under the sheets as her son lifted them up. Before she could glimpse him however she was back in darkness.

Licking up his shaft now, she got to the tip and let her tongue wrap around the head, circling it before dropping the wet muscle back down to his shaft. "Your cock tastes so nice, you like me talking dirty with my posh accent don't you baby." Emilia knew what her husband liked.

If only she knew it was her son.
 
The son was quite frankly in disbelief at how damn good the blowjob was. He'd had a few in the past, but the stick thin girls he was accustomed to, had absolutely nothing on the mother. It was frankly, an experience like nothing else, and body was wracked wtih pleasure from the start. His toes curling in pleasure, legs tensed and his entire body rigid with the effort of now blowing his load too soon.

Involuntarily he let out a moan, and was suddenly gripped by the fear that she would realise it wasn't the husbands cock she was sucking, all he could hope for was that the covers were muffling the sounds from outside of the covers.

Thankfully though it seemed it'd went unheard, and his hand slipped underneath the covers as that expert tongue began her attack on the cockhead again, whilst the posh accent was undoubtedly a turn on, he wanted more of her mouth.
So he placed his hand on the top of the blonde head, and forced her back down onto the cock again, bucking slightly into her mouth and enjoying the sounds of her slipping further down onto the manhood.

Oh he had a few little plans for what he'd do next, but he would be sure to milk every bit of pleasure out of the blowjob first.
 
Hearing soft moans from outside the safety of the sheets, Emilia smiled to herself while sucking on the young man's cock. She reached halfway and always came back up to the tip, but that wasn't for very long. On her way back down once more, she felt a hand comb through her soft blonde locks. How loving it felt, how special she felt, until that hand pushed downwards on her head.

Emilia's lightly glossed lips were pushed deeper down than she wanted to go and managed to go balls deep. He may have wondered about the noises coming from him and whether she could hear them, but now, it was the mother's turn. A hand went up to his stomach, which was hairless unlike her husband's. Although choking on cock no doubt took her mind off that little detail.

Digging her nails in to his flesh, she gagged and cried, eyes watering before she managed to lift herself up. "Ugh...." gasping for air, she felt his precum soak in to her tongue.

"Feeling rough are we" cupping his balls, she squeezed them, before instantly letting them go.
 
The sounds of gagging and a bit of struggle reached up through the sheets and finally met his ears, the wonderful sounds of submission. His body tight in anticipation of cumming already. His hand still firmly gripping her hair, Charlie humped her mouth ever so slightly.

Then came the slightly worrying grip on his balls. The terror coursed through him at the squeeze and he let out a grunt of pain, but it was certainly interesting.

He heard the statement, and simply responded by grabbing the blonde locks again and forcing her throat down onto the cock again. Fucking her throat and mouth roughly as the sounds of gagging and a wee bit of struggle came from beneath the covers.

Wonderful.

A few moments of this rough fucking passed and he realised it was time to have a wee bit more fun.
"Off...bed...knees." He panted out, his breath coming in short gasps. The room was still fairly dark, and if he was quick, he doubted she'd get a good look until he came.
"Close your eyes..." He muttered as she started to move. Trying to disguise his voice and hoping it would be masked by the rustling of the covers.
 
As he was fucking her throat with his hand on her head, fingers wrapped in her golden locks, Emilia was spilling out gagging noises. Saliva ran off her bottom lip and down her son's shaft only for the mother to slurp it back up as she bobbed her head furiously. The upper class individual was treated like a cheap whore at this point, something her husband liked, meaning the face fucking was not out of the ordinary.

The male's grunts and groans interfered with the prospect of her finding out who the real gentleman was as he spoke. Pulling the sheets away from her and getting on her knees, Emilia brushed her hair back with her fingers to keep it out of her face. Tilting her head back with her eyes closed, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting it rest on her bottom lip.

"Cream my face, I want it." She said, urging him on before placing her tongue out once more and waiting for the seedy shower that was to fall.
 
Face fucking his mother was just a totally surreal feeling, but he happily went with it. Feeling the saliva starting to run all over her face and his legs. Hearing the messy slurps and the odd gags as he utterly abused her posh little mouth. How many times he'd been subject to a tirade of abuse, but now, he was getting a different tongue lashing it seemed, and the tables certainly had turned.

Finally, after his order, she was up and on her knees. Still in her favourite little summer dress, he could feel the blood pumping through his veins, just enjoying the sight of her, her hair in quite a state, tongue out and her face liberally covered in saliva.

Oh fuck it was just too perfect.

Swinging his legs out of the bed, his young hand found the now slick cock and gave it a few quick tugs. Already his body was aflame with pleasure, and that was all it needed.

"Fucking take it you slut!" He finally announced, just as the first blast left the tip. It would be clear then it wasn't the husband. The hot salty seed went perfectly into her mouth, before the second shot splattered across her nose and left eye, and the final left a long diagonal streak running from her forehead all the way down to her upper lip. The odd splutter and drop after that dripping onto her cheeks as her son settled down. Gasping and shuddering in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Fuck..." He muttered, rocking through the climax as he waited for her to start freaking out.
Worth it.
 
She waited in anticipation, biting her lip occasionally and sticking her tongue out once more. Even with her eyes closed, she knew when he was standing in front of her with the sound of the bed and his footsteps. Reaching out two hands, she found his legs and wrapped her soft hands around his thighs, moving them upwards before resting each one on his ass cheeks.

The voice drastically changed from before didn't it? It sounded nothing like it did before when he was moaning and she was under the sheets. With the fear of this not being her husband, Emilia opened her eyes only to see cum shoot at her. It covered her eyes, and over her nose, dripping on her cheeks with a strand coating her forehead down to her lips.

Moving her hands away from the male, she waved each hand in front of her and started to cry with fear. "Char....Charlie.....Char....." Shaking violently, she fell on to her back, her hands quickly moving down to break her fall. "Oh my god..." Standing up, she ran to the bathroom, urgently washing her face, splashing water all over it. Next came the mouth wash which she chugged down repeatedly, using more than half the bottle to thoroughly clean her mouth out.

Looking in the mirror she saw herself, her lips a little flustered from her sucking. Emilia's hold body was shaking at what she had done.
 
The cum blasted out over the posh blondes face, coating it with every burst of the white, virile liquid. Her beautiful little face soon drenched in his cum. A glistening face full of the thick, salty liquid. His legs shaking and stomach rippling as he attempted to stay upright, watching her panicked little face as it was coated.

Finally the assault ended and the cum stopped, soon the only thing in the room he could hear was her panicked little whimpers.

Then she started to be able to speak, and a wave of dread momentarily hit him. His legs shaking as he doubled over, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Finally she gained the ability to run and he watched as she turned and sprinted from the bedroom, her ass bobbing with every step until eventually she escaped. Hearing the sobs and frantic splashes as she tried to 'clean' herself of him. He could only see her shake and sob in the bathroom. Watching in a bit of mute horror at what he'd just done.

Finally he decided that sticking around would not be a viable option, and in a haze of confusion and post-orgasm bliss, he headed back to his old room and settled down in the bed. Grabbing some covers from the cupboard as he walked past, briefly dressing his bed, and then he just crawled in, and slept through his exertions. Leaving his mother to freak out.
 
That evening, there was no bottle of wine or meal for one. The household was quiet, very quiet, more quiet than had Emilia been on her own. Both parties were in their own bedrooms, the mother, curled up in to a ball with her mind constantly going back to her sucking her own son off and talking dirty to him.

When morning came, she was up early like always. In nothing but her pajamas which consisted of white cotton pants which were light and baggy, although it showed off her ass nicely. Above the waist was a black tank top, holding her firm breasts in place and with no bra straps showing it was evident she was bra-less.

Sitting at the kitchen table, with the newspaper spread open Emilia was sipping tea, trying to take her mind off yesterdays events with the current news going on in the world.
 
Charlie's night was actually fairly peaceful in comparison, a bit FIFA, a short run around the house's huge grounds, and an early night in.

The next morning he was awake fairly late, eventually, the boy stumbled out of bed and wandered downstairs, dressed only in some blue plaid pyjama bottoms which showed off his rather well muscled top half quite well, it seemed the he'd developed rather nicely when he was away at school.

He entered into the kitchen and looked over at his mother, seeing her sipping gently and trying not to think of the blowjob she'd been tricked into last night he assumed. The posh young boy poured himself some cereal and eventually settled down across from his mother. Looking her over as he settled down, the semi of morning wood causing a bulge as he settled down across.
"Morning..." He muttered as he gazed passively at the phone in his hand.

Then, he dared to make conversation.
Looking over at her firm tits and athletic body he just smirked.
"You're looking lovely today." He stated, noting that she was strap less. A bit adventurous it seemed as he thought of her mouth again, and realised he wanted to see her tits next.
 
She never looked away from the newspaper which was laid flat on the table. She was reading some story about the government, which was no surprise as there was always something to read about them. Despite her eyes never looking away, she knew her son was in the kitchen, his frame was in the corner of her sight, on the outer edge and the noise of cereal falling in to a bowl let her know what he was doing.

A screech of the chair being pulled back and the bang of the bowl landing on the table, he was sitting opposite her and attempted a conversation.

Emilia ignored him at first, turning a page and looking at the next story. She was old enough and mature enough however to know she could not ignore him forever. "You are going back to that school, I don't know why you are home." Was the only thing she had said.
 
Straight to business then.

The son let out a sigh and looked down into the bowl of cereal. Pushing them around with his spoon for a moment or two as he rather carefully considered his next choice of words.

"Can't go back." He explained bluntly to her. Giving her a small frown as he thought. "I left, handed in the appropriate, I'm gone, not going back. No one can make me." He explained bluntly to her.

"I came home because...it's home, and you can't change that." He stated to her. Frankly putting his foot down to his mother. Shaking his head as he looked over at her, "nothing you can say will make me go back." The shirtless son stated, looking over to her, and starting to let his eyes drop down again, staring down at her tits again. Wondering what they'd look like.
 
"Excuse me?" She stated, now looking at him. Not liking his tone of voice or his attitude, the mother stared at him in disbelief. "What makes you think you can make such a choice? You are going back. Final. Your grandfather is paying a lot towards it. I gave him my word you would be going after you dropped out the last time. Go up and get dressed, I will take you to the train station."

Seeing his gaze which was directed at her chest, Emilia pulled up her tank top and stood up. "Go get dressed now! While you live under my roof you go by my rules!"

As she raised her voice she was pointing to the stair case.
 
Freaking out, screaming and madly gesticulating, frankly he was a little bit disappointed she hadn't tried to take a more diplomatic tone. The son watched as she stood, attempting to assert her dominance again, but the night of planning he'd been left alone with, he was well geared to establish his own position in the household now.

"That's not going to happen." He said bluntly to the woman. A frown on his face as he stood up and stared down his posh mother.
"Your right. Grandfather is paying a lot, because you spent all of our money." He snarled out. Fixing her with an icy stare.
"Yes...I know. All those bloody stock market investments, you tried to play with money and you fucked up, that's why Grandfather forks out an allowance for you to live on." He barked.
"Does Dad know how badly you fucked up? I'm sure he'd love to know." He growled as he paced around the table, starting to round on her.
"And I'm sure that precious grandaddy would hate to see his darling Charlie dropping out of high-school due to poor parenting. So THIS, is how it's going to work." He ordered, pushing her by the shoulder down into the chair.
"I live at home now, you do what I say, and I won't tell everyone how badly you've screwed up this family. You aren't posh, you're just sad and pathetic." Came the growl of authority from the sun, suddenly grabbing her chin and twisting her face to look at him.
"And I know you just loved sucking my cock yesterday...so from now on, you do whatever I say...whenever...Where ever...got it?" he threatened, the look in his eyes clearly stating that it was not a joke.
 
Emilia was taken aback by the way he spoke to her. His icy stare did not make her feel at all good while mentioning her problems with money. Putting her head down in shame, her hands held each other on her lap in a bid to comfort herself. Thinking of what she had done her face quickly fixed back to her son's as he mentioned his father.

"You wouldn't dare tell your father" slowly her face turned, keeping up with his movements as he rounded the table, leaving his cereal behind to get soggy.

"Ow!" Emilia yelped, sitting firmly on the wooden chair with the pressure of his hand on her shoulder. The mother was slowly becoming scared of the presence standing over her. A scared breath left her lips while he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Bringing up the subject of her cock sucking last night, Emilia had almost forgot about it. She said nothing in response to him, instead letting him see her eyes water as her body shook, trembling in fear.
 
"I absolutely would." The son snarled back to her as she mentioned the father. In truth he probably wouldn't, but as long as she believed he was willing to go through with it, that was all he was needing. The more panicked and feared she was with her money problems and the sex being exposed, the more control he had to do what he wanted.

He mentioned the blowjob, and she shut up. Her entire form was trembling and Michael was in total control as she stared down at the floor. Trying not to make eye contact. Trying to crawl into the smallest little hole and hide.
Well that wasn't going to happen.

"There's only one thing you can do to make sure that dad doesn't know..." He growled. The son standing over her as his hand reached down and pulled down his trousers, his cock flopping out, already erect and dangling in front of her. A bit of shock, and if she didn't try run...he'd have her under his thumb totally.

"Suck it again..."
 
Looking forward, staring ahead at the empty seat he had just vacated, Emilia had a blank face, looking in to space she could see her world crumbling, she couldn't imagine a future with her husband if her son had spilled the news. Not only that, but a power balance came in to play now, her authority challenged, leadership questioned as Charlie continued to speak.

Turning her head slowly, she saw his cock dangling in front of her, held up in it's erected state. Quickly turning away, she put her hand up in a defensive manner until he told her to suck it again.

Feeling a hand on the back of her head, her lips were brought to it and the mother took him in to her mouth with one hand on his thigh and the on his stomach. Her blonde locks were like a net in his fingers holding her sternly while washing his cock with her saliva.

Closing her eyes, Emilia felt his hardness inside of her, her tongue soaking up the underside and her lips trailing every grain of skin along the shaft. Her breakfast was served.
 
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