Blackmailed mom. Part 3

And so three more weeks flew by. All in all, almost a month had passed since a group of sperm-toxic guys had blackmailed my mom, making her the main object of their sadistic fantasies and her body a free and accessible sperm receptacle. I, understandably unlike my mom, was fine with this. Even though they fucked her really hard and rough, they didn’t do it that often, I thought. At most they came no more than six times in a week, and that was considering that they could just come twice in one day. Mostly all of their visits fell on weekends and in the evening. A couple of times I came home in the evening almost immediately after they left and my mom didn’t have time to clean everything up. Because the guys had been here recently, I could smell semen, perfume, and a lot of other indescribable odors on the way to her room, indicating what had been going on recently. I always approached the room quietly so my mother wouldn’t find out. And before she threw on her robe to go to the shower, I would notice her attractive naked body, which was still covered with large drops of fresh semen. I let myself be noticed only after she had fully put on the robe. And, shuddering slightly when she saw me, my mother would turn away and quickly begin wiping the remnants of the white, sticky substance and the tears from her face and mouth, which she hoped I wouldn’t see in the semi-darkness. She really thought she was still successfully hiding from me the fact that her body was being used as a sex doll by some teenagers. So turning back around, she immediately started making various excuses for what she was doing here. Even if I really didn’t know anything, I’d already be suspicious, and in my situation, when I knew everything from the get-go, her excuses looked even more ridiculous.

Seeing my mother in this position: breathing hard, hot, but at the same time very tired, I sometimes caught myself thinking that I would like to fuck her juicy ass. But then I remembered how many cocks had been in each of her holes and what unpleasant people were their owners. So I decided it would be better to watch hidden camera footage of guys doing this and much more with her, than to do something like that after them.

Even though I cooperated with these guys to some extent, it didn’t exclude the fact that each of them was equally unpleasant to me, from their looks to their character traits and behavior. I’m sure they only talked to me because they couldn’t blackmail me with threats to rape my mom. But unlike my mom, at least I didn’t hang out with them that closely. It was more like the guys were hanging out with her. I can’t even imagine what it was like for her. If they couldn’t do anything to me, she was forced to fulfill any whims and to listen to all the insults of these assholes, without any possibility to resist.

It was a warm Saturday morning and I, seeing the gorgeous weather outside the window, decided to go for a walk. I quickly got dressed and, having warned my mom that I was going for a little breath, I slammed the front door. As soon as I stepped out of the entryway and walked only a couple of meters, I saw some familiar guys. There were five of them, standing there talking quite loudly, holding cigarettes and open bottles hidden up to the neck in a bag. When they noticed that I had come out of the entrance, they greeted me just as loudly and called me in. I didn’t really want to talk to them, but I couldn’t go near them. As I approached them, the closest of the guys held out his hand to me. I shook it reluctantly, and the guy, in turn, asked a rather strange question without any preamble:

– Listen, is your mom even ready to do anything just so that we don’t leak her pictures?

– Well… I don’t know, – I thoughtfully answered, – Haven’t you tried to ask her?

– I don’t know, cumming in your mother without a condom is fucking great, but I want something more. Like, can she drink our drool or suck a bum’s dick?

After that, the guy laughed nastily, and the others picked up on it. I realized that they seemed to stop “seeing the shores” and the usual rape was no longer enough for them. It wasn’t like I was going to stop them. First of all, I doubt I would have succeeded, and secondly, I was really interested to see how far they could go. Plus, I realized that there wasn’t much these halfwits’ imagination could do. After all, they hadn’t had any fun with my mom for a whole month, during which my mom had been at their complete disposal, except for roughly fucking her. Yes, sometimes they made her crawl on all fours, humiliate her verbally in front of them, but nothing more. No, not even the most trivial sex toys or bondage. If the next month goes on like this without change, I’ll suggest they go to the nearest sex shop. After talking to them for a couple more minutes, I decided to continue my walk.

After walking around for a couple hours, I decided to go to the apartment with the monitors. As soon as I turned on the system, I heard the obnoxious laughter of a few guys from the speakers, and a couple seconds later, the image appeared on the monitor as well. A crying and almost completely naked mom was sitting on her knees in the middle of the guys surrounding her. One of them stood in front of her and with two hands, one resting on her head and the other pressing just below her chin, tried to hold something in mom’s mouth. “What, they made you taste their drool after all?” – I began to guess. And as if to confirm my thoughts, at that moment mom swallowed with obvious disgust what was now in her mouth and what the guy was so zealous not to let her get rid of by spitting. Possible theories that it was semen were dispelled before the next guy came up and made mom open her mouth again and spit his saliva into it. I decided I didn’t need to watch the rest of it.

When I got home in the late afternoon, I found mom actively gargling her mouth. She hadn’t rinsed it so vigorously even when the guys were feeding her cum. Apparently, their saliva was much more disgusting to her than semen. She generally began to wash herself even more thoroughly than ever. Each time, mom tried as much as possible to get rid of all the odors that the guys inevitably left behind during coitus with her. So when she finally stepped out of the shower, a pleasant aroma wafted throughout the apartment. Hardly did mom realize that such a smell only turned on the guys who came to her, literally making them fuck her harder.

Another day passed. It was morning. I woke up and after lying down for a while, I waddled into the kitchen. There, to my surprise, I found my mom and one of the guys sitting at the table. When she noticed me, she looked at me and said with a little sadness in her voice that it was the son of her friend, who had a fire in the apartment, while they were looking for a new place to live, she could live at work, but her son had nowhere to go. After hearing all this, I pretended to believe it. From the kid smiling behind my mom’s back, it wasn’t hard to guess whose idea it was. When he and I stepped back, like to get introduced, I asked him what that was all about.

– Anyway, I’ve decided to stay here for a while. Your mom’s so scared we’re gonna leak her pictures, she let me stay here temporarily. Said she’d do any fucking thing as long as I don’t tell you anything and you don’t see me banging her. Believe me, now that I’m a permanent resident, your mom’s gonna have a fucking good time. I’m gonna give her one.

He sounded like he was getting back at me and my mom for something. At least that’s what he sounded like.

During the day I just sat in my room and did different things, as suddenly behind the wall of the neighboring room heard the voice of a kid.

– And so, listen to the rules carefully, bitch, understand? If you dare to break them, I assure you, you’ll be sorry. Well, first of all, now you do everything I tell you, absolutely everything, without any exceptions.

Mom was obviously answering him, but I couldn’t make it out. From her pitiful tone and quiet voice, she was trying to object. After a short and indecipherable speech of mom there was a sound of a “slap”, apparently a hand slap, and the guy ordered mom to shut up in a commanding tone.

In general, for the next 15-20 minutes the boy described his demands to her. Perhaps the best was obliging mom to always wear as tight clothes as possible at home. She, of course, tried to argue, justifying her reluctance with the fact that I might suspect something. To this, the guy said that tomorrow she would go with him to the store, where he would personally pick out clothes for her that were as similar to everyday clothes as possible.

The next day they did go to the store in the morning, returning a couple hours later with several bags. Mom went to her room, coming out in her new clothes. When I saw her, I didn’t react outwardly, but I realized that it was going to be even harder to hold back. She was wearing a pair of black leggings. So tight that it looked like her sweet, juicy ass was about to burst and rip through them. The coveted slit in the front was also clearly visible, not to mention her thighs and hips, the attractive shapes of which were now as clearly visible as possible. On top was a T-shirt, a little lighter in color than the leggings and no less tight. Even her not-so-big breasts had become many times more attractive. Moreover, during this month, because mom was having sex almost every day, which made her sweat a lot, she had lost a few pounds and her figure had become clearer and more attractive. Thanks to this T-shirt mom’s even tighter tummy and waist looked great. In general, my mom used to wear not the widest things at home, but what I saw now – to compare with the past clothes was impossible.

And so began 3 weeks, during which this guy lived with us. At work, my mom had to take a leave of absence, so strong influence this kid had on her. The remaining crowd of bulls during this period came less, literally a couple of times a week they came, “worked” mom almost to unconsciousness and evaporated. But our roommate abused her every day. I was at home less often, because while I was there, he did not go further than the usual touching of her intimate places in silence. Except that at night I could hear my mother’s bed creaking behind the wall, and my mother herself, though with her mouth clamped shut, was moaning quite clearly and loudly. And about 20 minutes later she goes to the shower, apparently to wash out the guy’s semen. During this period I moved into the apartment with the monitors, it was empty anyway.

When I’d leave, the guy’d get all restrained. He’d do all kinds of things to my mom, make her do all kinds of things. Every time they were in the same room, my mom knew how it would end. Mom was afraid to even walk past him, because she was always in for a painful slapping, and to be fair, that juicy ass sticking out from under the leggings was impossible not to slap. But the worst thing for mom was when the kid suddenly and out of the blue sharply pressed her, just passing by, against the wall, and almost in a rage began to pull off her clothes, while uncovering his dick. Then, standing up, he would pull my mom’s leg up and drive his cock into her. After a couple of days he got even more daring and now he rarely let her take a shower alone. He forbade her to close the bathroom door, so when mom went into the shower, as the kid broke in and after a couple of minutes it was heard how the wet torso of the guy hard beats on the moaning mom. She literally stopped having any rights. He could order her to get on all fours and walk around like that all day long. Forced her to respond only to the phrase “to the foot”, sometimes adding some name-calling at the end. This command meant that she had to come to him, sit on his lap and listen to what he told her to do. Mommy could only address him in a respectful manner. I can’t even imagine how mom felt when a guy of 17 years called her out to him and she had to obediently, swallowing her pride, go to him and kneel down to listen to what perversion he would demand this time. Her leggings were already soaked with his cum after 3 days. He would force her into various positions, positioning himself behind her and jacking off on her ass, subsequently cumming on her, and then not allowing her to wash her clothes until the cum was completely dry. If she needed to ask him for something or ask a question, she was obligated to do what he required of her first. Sometimes he would purposely give her impossible tasks, such as going outside and sucking a passerby or walking on her hands all day. In such a case, she would inform him that she could not fulfill his orders and, naturally, could not ask or ask him anything. If the guy was in a good mood, he could in return for her request make her lick his balls, just fuck her, beg him with a pathetic look and many other things. He could fuck mom’s throat, cum in her mouth, and then make her sit there and spend half an hour muzzling all his cum in her mouth, running it from one cheek to the other, after which mom could barely swallow all that mushy mass. And that’s just a small part of what the guy did to mom. Every day she began with a thorough licking of the head of the guy’s cock with her tongue. And since the boy did not like to wash himself, it is easy to imagine with what disgust mom had to polish his dirty and sticky cock every morning. Then it was time for breakfast. Usually nothing much happened during it, but there were 4 days during these few weeks that stood out from the others. Once again the guy had mom make breakfast, porridge. When it was ready and put on plates, the guy ordered mom to go take a shower since she hadn’t been there yet since morning. She thought that another rape would not pass, but, to her surprise, the guy did not follow her. When the sound of water was heard from the bathroom, the guy got up and came to the table from the side where mom’s plate with porridge stood. Then he took out his phone, rummaged through it a bit, and turned on some video. It was hard to see what was on there, but judging by the moans that started coming out of the phone speakers, it was one of the gangbangs with mom recorded on hidden cameras. And then came the most amazing part. The kid unbuttoned his pants and started jerking off. Right over mom’s plate. After a couple minutes, he sped up, and the white viscous liquid in a few copious drops was dropped straight into the porridge. Taking a spoon, he stirred his seed so it wouldn’t be visible. “Cum in the food?! He’s got no brakes at all,” – I thought, being a little shocked to see this for the first time. By the time mom got out of the shower, the guy was sitting there eating his portion as if nothing had happened. She sat back down, starting to eat as well. After tasting a few spoonfuls,I could see a subtle confusion on her face. Apparently, she noticed something was wrong with the porridge, but couldn’t figure out what it was. And the guy did the same thing four times, of which mom never managed to make out what the strange flavor of the food was.

Several times he made her go completely naked during the day. The spectacle was amazing, and the number of times the guy fucked mom increased noticeably. He, young, full of energy, because of the presence of an available beautiful woman had no trouble getting aroused many times a day and freely pouring all his arousal directly into or onto mom in the form of a white thick liquid. The same can’t be said for mom. Yes, she’s still kind of young, but she could barely handle that kind of pressure. Not only does this guy fuck her half the day by himself, and the other half he has her for fun, but every few days a crowd comes in and after gangbangs she can barely stand up. If the kid got tired, mom became his maid, bringing him food and drinks when he wanted them, massaging his legs and back, and a couple of times she was even a coaster for him. He would sit and watch TV while sitting on the couch. At one point he called mom over and made her get on all fours in front of the couch. He then threw her legs over her back and continued to sit there, ordering her not to move. I could see by the look on mom’s face how much hatred she felt for the bastard. And yet, she could do nothing but obediently stand and endure no more.

In short, the guy felt complete power, apparently considering mom his personal slave. In a way, he did. So he went at her as hard as he wanted. She sometimes tried to resist when he pestered her, or when he started to push too hard during sex, but it always ended the same way – both her uterus and her ass were full of his semen.

It was fascinating to watch their life from the outside. It was more like watching the kid literally use my mother like a thing. Even though at times I thought the kid was overreacting, like when he made my mom lick his toes because he thought the food wasn’t as good. Other than that, however, I didn’t care what he did to her, and I couldn’t watch as often because of the cases that came up.

Anyway, after 3 incredibly long weeks, for my mom, the guy left. I was finally able to go home. The apartment had a pleasant odor, as never before. Mom did her best to get rid of the guy’s presence here as much as possible. “No amount of fragrance will save you from remembering what he did to you in here,” – I thought as I finished my dinner. She looked tired, but overall no different from her usual self. I marveled at her remarkable resilience. Even after going through all of this and not yet knowing what lay ahead of her, Mom was relatively calm, even though, as said, she was pretty tired.

After 3 weeks like that, mom even got a kind of rest, and the guys didn’t come to her for almost a week. But if she saw it as a break, I saw it more as the calm before the storm.

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