Blackmailed mom. Part 5

As already written, a week later the guys came to my mom’s house again in their usual mob. When she once again saw 9 brazen guys taking off their outerwear in her hallway as if they were at home, my mom firmly decided that she had to talk to them. Of course, I knew in advance that they were coming, so I’d been sitting in the other apartment watching for quite some time. Mom addressed the guys in an atypically serious voice. They only looked at her in confusion. She went into the kitchen and told them that she wanted to have a serious talk with them. To my surprise, all the guys followed her into the kitchen, whispering to each other. Mom sat down at the table. She was followed by some of the guys who had enough chairs, the rest stayed standing. Then mom spoke for about 5 minutes, occasionally swallowing a lump of nerves that stood in her throat. Briefly, she said that what they were doing was not normal, it couldn’t go on like this, that because of them she missed work often and soon she might be in financial trouble. “You have no idea, mommy, how much of your money that fat man drained on sex shop merchandise. And for your own money subjected you to possibly one of the toughest and longest BDSM experiences in the world.” After hearing her out, the guys looked around and one of them said:

– Okay, I think we can make a deal. I will now write on a piece of paper the amount of money you will give us, and in return we will delete all photos and videos from our devices in front of you.

Although it could not be said about my mom that she did not understand anything about modern technology, in this situation, either because of nerves or just out of ignorance, she obviously thought that all the materials with her were stored only on their phones. She could hardly think that all her explicit photos and videos had long ago been posted on all sorts of illegal sites, and some of her rape videos were being bought for quite a bit of money by all sorts of perverts for their collections. So she, after a bit of hesitation, agreed to the deal. You could see the guys could barely contain their laughter. The one who had offered it all took a piece of paper and a pen and began scribbling out the amount on it. When he finished, he held it out to the mom. She looked at the piece of paper and the amount of money the guy had indicated and said that she didn’t have that kind of money on hand right now.

– The deal will be valid only today, so if you refuse, we will continue to fuck you even every day.

For about 5 minutes mom, barely holding back her tears, tried to persuade the guys to give her more time, but she received an unconditional refusal. And then the guy, slyly looking at the others, said that she could borrow the money from the bank, they say, he has a friend there who can help without unnecessary headache to formalize everything. Apparently, the mom wanted to free herself from the role of a sex toy so much that for her the guy’s words sounded not as a suspicious scam, but as a real chance to end it all and that in the future she would continue to work, gradually paying this amount to the bank. As future events will show, this decision of mom will be probably the worst of all in her life. Worst for her personally, anyway.

Of course, the guys couldn’t leave that day without raping mom again. So as soon as they decided where and how she would take this debt, she was immediately taken to a room, from where soon heard the sounds of the bed beating against the wall and mom’s moans. An hour later, after mom had washed the last drops of cum off her body, she was standing at the bank, the address of which was given to her by the guy. After a while she was already sitting at the desk in front of the nice lady and signing various documents.

I think now it is time to tell that it was, of course, not a state bank, as the boys had presented it to her. It wasn’t a bank at all. As far as I understood, the kid directed my mom to some large and quite influential criminal organization, engaged in just the issuance of money. One of the main persons in this whole organization was the father of the guy who came to live with mom for a few weeks, fucked her every day without rest and made her his personal maid. The whole company often cheated their debtors, putting them in even more debt.

In the evening of the same day my mother came back with the money she needed. The guys had been waiting for her in the apartment all this time. After handing them the money and making sure they deleted the photos and videos from their phones, my mom walked the guys out laughing and counting the money.

Two days passed, from the moment my mom thought that the whole story was over and everything that had happened was like some terrible dream. On the third day, however, the doorbell rang. When mom opened it, she saw three big bouncers and the guy with them. She looked at them apprehensively and asked what they wanted.

– As far as I know, you borrowed from our ‘bank’, – he grinned nastily, – Well, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.

Entering the hallway, he pushed mom slightly to the back of the hallway. He then spent the next 15 minutes grinning and telling mother what kind of organization she had applied to. But the scariest part was not that, but the amount of the debt. Apparently, my mom was in such a hurry, signing the papers, that she did not notice how a few zeros were added to her original amount, just in the condition it was stated that she would be given exactly the amount she needed. The resulting number, with the zeros factored in, made my eye twitch. My mom couldn’t pay it off even if she sold the apartment at the most affordable price and gave away all the money she had.

My mom staggered back, her voice trembling as much as her knees, and a shroud of tears began to cover her eyes.

– Usually we beat the debts by force, – said the boy, pointing his finger at the three bouncers, – But my father authorized us to do something different with you. I’m telling you right away, it’s useless to go to court. If you’re involved with such an organization, you’re more likely to end up behind prison bars. In short, if you don’t want any trouble, you’ll be my property from now on.

Having recovered from the shock, my mother began to twist her head negatively. A stream of tears, a few drops a second, fell to the floor. Even I couldn’t believe what was happening.

– So, should I ask these bulls to have a heart-to-heart with you? Or are you going to turn yourself in?

Mom looked at all three men and, stopping her eyes on the kid, slowly lowered her head.

– Good for you,- the boy praised her sarcastically.

After telling the three men that they were free to go and waiting for them to leave, he continued:

– Let’s see if you understood what I told you. Come here.

Wiping away her tears, the mom carefully came a little closer to the boy.

– On your knees, – the boy commanded.

His words echoed throughout the hallway. Mom stood there, head down, hands clutching the edges of her homemade T-shirt. A pitiful, shuddering “please” escaped her throat. Apparently she couldn’t say any more than that.

– I’ll say it again, especially for you, bitch. On your knees,- the kid said in a much higher tone.

Mom looked up at him for a second and then lowered her gaze in shame. Barely swallowing the lump in her throat, mom tried to say something again, but she cut herself off. She stared down and the floor came closer to her face. She sat down humiliatingly and slowly on her knees. Almost to the point of sitting her ass down on the floor, as if she were putting it on a stand on her feet, mom covered her face with her hands and a few sobs were heard. Sitting on her knees in front of this guy, she finally at least partially realized the situation she was in, and by her action agreed to be his thing. Mom didn’t know what would happen to her next and how to get out of this situation. However, I knew one thing for sure: “You are now his personal sex toy.” That was the verdict. Even Mom seemed to understand it, sitting on her lap and crying with shame and realization at the thought. And unlike her, I was completely fine with it. It was high time I drove her into a position like this.

– Open your mouth and get your tongue out, – the guy continued.

Taking her hands away from her face, once again brushing away her tears, mom opened her mouth slightly, unable to continue this humiliation. After a few seconds of inaction, the kid’s palm was already approaching her face at high speed. Mom barely had time to reflexively squeeze her eyes shut before her cheek was struck with the searing pain of a slap. She staggered back a little, rubbing the reddened area of her cheek with her hand.

– I won’t say it twice! – the kid almost shouted, – Don’t you realize the situation you’re in now, bitch? If I want, I can take you to the woods right now, tie you to the nearest tree and leave you there. Consider what I’m doing to you now and will do to you as an act of mercy. Do you understand me well, bitch?!

“That’s a lot of mercy”, – I thought. But mom had no choice. She only nodded sadly at his words and, raising her head slightly, began to open her mouth again. Then the edge of her tongue came out.

– Wider mouth, bitch. And get your tongue all the way out.

Swallowing loudly, mom opened her mouth much wider and stuck her tongue out. Her eyes were either closed or looking down the whole time. But the kid didn’t leave them alone either and made mom look at him, or at the ceiling. Even though I had seen mom in many lewd and erotic positions over these couple of months, nevertheless lewd specifically her face I had never seen. Since she didn’t experience the pleasure of fucking guys, she never made a face, even if it was even a satisfied one. This was the first time I’d ever seen my mom’s face so dirty. Though it was artificially done, it still looked very erotic. Additionally, her tear-wet eyes, the streams of tears running down her cheeks, and her pathetic, lined-up eyebrows gave this picture even more sexuality.

Then the guy began to run his thumb and forefinger over her tongue. And after a few seconds, he shoved his thumb into her mouth.

– That’s it. Suck it,- he commanded mom when the finger was put into her.

Of course, he felt virtually no physical pleasure from it. His goal was to humiliate mommy as much as possible by showing her where she belonged. “How you’re going to have to humiliate yourself in front of him now, mommy. I imagine you’ll have to endure it every day. You’re going to have to shove your pride in about the same place you had that black dildo, – I thought as I watched closely as mom sucked on his finger. When the guy decided she had “enjoyed” sucking on his limb enough, he of course began unbuckling the belt on his pants. After taking them off, he had mom pull down his briefs with no hands. She looked at him with a pleading look and twisted her head, but ended up reaching for the elastic band of his briefs with her mouth after a dozen seconds anyway. She could clearly see his hard boner, and how the pre-cum liquid had already soaked his underwear. Bringing her face as close as possible, mom smelled the familiar cock odor and the process of pulling down his underwear became even more disgusting for her. After pulling them down to the bottom, mom started to raise her head again. As soon as she did that, she saw the sticky, horny cock of the guy towering above her. Of course she, though bitterly, was already well aware of what she was about to do. When her mouth equaled the head of his cock, in a few movements of her mouth and tongue, mom opened her up completely. Over the past couple of months, literally on the fingers you can count the days on which guys wouldn’t make mom suck their cocks. So, without wanting to, she had gained some experience in it and now knew how to open the heads of dicks quite easily with just her mouth. And the dicks themselves learned to swallow much deeper, it was inevitable, given that they always shoved them into her tonsils. So any blowjob with guys was accompanied by the fact that she was always choking on them. Really, I don’t think mom was the least bit proud of those skills. When part of the guy’s dick was in her mouth, he said:

– Go all the way in, bitch.

When he said this, he slapped the back of my mom’s head with the palm of his hand. When she, overpowering herself, began to swallow the cock deeper, the boy gathered her hair from behind into a bundle and, holding it, began to “help” her. It was clearly visible how mom’s throat slightly enlarged when the cock began to be pushed in. When it was inserted all the way in, so that mom’s nose was against the guy’s pubes, she started coughing and choking a little, but the guy did not pull out the dick. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that the kid started to move back and forth a little bit. The mom’s tear-stained, pitiful eyes perfectly conveyed the inner pain, shame and humiliation she was feeling. In that moment, I tried to guess what she was thinking. She, a grown up and free woman, until today, a woman who had been raped for months by a crowd of guys, now sitting and sucking one of them, drowned in debt, in one day, in fact, lost all her human rights, becoming a thing for free entertainment of this bastard and satisfaction of his sexual needs. And how to solve the problem she did not know, so she just sat there crying and sucked the cock of a guy 17 years old, who became for her, to some extent, the master.

When after about 5 minutes the guy sped up his movements, he clamped mom’s nose. At the moment when he began to cum, he sharply unclenched it and drove his cock as deeply as possible into mom’s throat. She began to choke even more, and a moment later some of the semen poured out of her nose as if from a water faucet in several copious streams. Only then did the guy at least halfway removed his cock so she could breathe normally. Mom immediately began to cough, and swallow the cum left in her mouth and throat. After taking his cock out completely, the kid said:

– Today rest for now. Tomorrow we’ll pick you up. You will go with us to one interesting place.

Mom began to mumble something about work, coughing and wiping cum from her face and under her nose.

– I don’t give a fuck about your job. Take a vacation, quit, I don’t even care. I’m telling you again, you’re my thing now. If I tell you to take your clothes off and go outside, you’re gonna take your fucking clothes off and take your ass outside, you understand? Now, shut the fuck up.

The kid turned around, pushed the front door open, and walked out, slamming it loudly. “That’s it, mommy, you’re fucked, – I thought to myself. I could hardly believe what I had just seen and heard. Not to mention my mom, who sat on her knees for a few minutes after the guy left, staring at the floor while her tears fell on him. On the one hand, I felt a little sorry for her. After all, she hardly deserved all of this, unless you count an extremely attractive ass and body as a reason. In her eyes, and mine too, the circumstances looked like this: one day a group of guys found my mother attractive enough to fuck her, blackmailed her into doing what they wanted. After a few months she is given an ultimatum – either money or rape, choosing money, she is tricked into huge debts and to avoid punishment, she agrees to become, in fact, a slave for a brazen guy no older than me. But on the other hand, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This kid completely appropriated my mom and now it’s not clear what to expect from him. But that makes it no less interesting. If even then, he came to my mom and behaved so willfully, it’s scary to think what he will do with her now.

When I got home, the only question on my mind was, “Will mom tell the truth or will she start making things up again?” I don’t even know if I was disappointed when I unobtrusively asked my mom how her day was and what she planned to do tomorrow, but I heard another fabrication. Obviously, the situation was unusual and my mom couldn’t just tell me, “You know, son, I got into debt here, so now I’m going to get fucked by some boys once in a while so we don’t get foreclosed on.” But how she was going to keep hiding all this, I couldn’t understand.

The next day, mom didn’t go to work, of course. Toward noon, the doorbell rang. There was this guy and two others standing behind her. As soon as the door opened, the guy said:

– Get your shit together, bitch. Time to go to work.

Mom started telling them to be quiet so I wouldn’t hear anything, almost in a whisper. The door to my room was closed, so she just hoped so.

As Mom was packing some things up, she saw two guys pulling out from under her bed the very same black bags full of stuff from the sex shop. Remembering all the things that had been done to her with those things, mom swallowed the heavy lump of fear lodged in her throat. She stopped by my place last, telling me that she had to leave immediately for some work-related business. “Yeah, I know what kind of business you have there,” – I thought. We said goodbye and she left. Through the window I saw the guys pushing her into a car and it fled in an unknown direction.

I didn’t hear from her for three days. I couldn’t call my mom or any of the guys. I even started to feel a kind of anxiety. But on the fourth day, they did bring my mom home. I was at another apartment at the time, so I saw her return through the cameras. She looked very tired, as if she had been fucked for 24 hours for 3 days. She had the black bags she already hated in her hands, and her cheeks clearly showed the marks of numerous slaps. And when mom went to shower, on her naked body, mostly on her wrists and legs, I could see the marks of the ropes that had been used to bind her tightly. On her ass I could clearly see red marks from the palms of the hands and whips. Even her thighs and back were covered with them. When she finished washing, she went to bed immediately.

In the evening, I was able to talk to the guys. They told me that they had driven with my mom out of town, to a big house they rented. All these 3 days there were about 15 guys aged 15 to 21 living with her. Although “lived in” is putting it mildly, given the further story and video footage they provided me with. They all fucked my mom like a whore, and when they got bored, it was time for some hard BDSM. Sometimes, when all the guys were exhausted after a few hours of actively gangbanging my mom, they would just tie her up in a still position and leave her waiting for the next time they came over to fuck her again. Along the way, as one of the boys put it, they would “educate” my mom. They taught her how she should talk to them, how to behave with them and so on.

– Even all things considered, your mom’s a fucking proud bitch. And that’s despite the fact that we didn’t let her rest at all, – one of the boys said with a laugh, – So there’s still a lot of work to do with her.

After listening to all the stories and looking at most of the records, I was fully convinced that these 3 days were not easy for my mom.

One day later, in the morning I woke up to some strange noises. Coming out of my room into the hallway, I saw several pairs of shoes, and from my mom’s room I could hear muffled voices from behind a closed door. Immediately realizing what was going on, I went to the door and carefully opened it. There were six guys in the room, not including the one on the bed. Among all those naked bodies I didn’t immediately notice my mom, but when I did, my device almost jumped out of my pants. She was naked to the waist, and on her legs up to the waist were gorgeous almost completely transparent pantyhose with lace. Through them it was perfectly visible that mom was wearing no underwear. And in a similar accessory, the guy made mom sit on his face, making her jerk him off at the same time. “Wow, there are even fetishists like that around here?”, – I thought. Though considering how juicy her ass is, I wouldn’t mind at all having her sit on me like that myself. It’s rather surprising that it’s only now being thought of. When a guy started cumming, he made my mom bend over and take it all in her mouth. The next few guys also made her sit on their faces. The fifth guy roughly ordered mom to take off those pantyhose. When she took them off, the guy lay down and made her sit on his cock on top of it. After spanking mom’s thighs a few times, the kid ordered her to start. After wiping her tears a little, mom began to slowly move up and down. A series of harder spanks followed, and the kid, swearing, told her to move more vigorously. Reluctantly putting her hands on his chest so as not to lose her balance, mom began to speed up. And now she was already riding quite actively on the cock of the guy swearing and calling her dirty names. More pathetic and sometimes even dissatisfied face of a woman during sex in this position I have not seen. Mom’s juicy thighs, ass and, of course, breasts began to shudder in time with her movements, and the sounds of bodies smashing against each other began to spread through the room. I could clearly see my mom’s muscles in her legs, stomach, and back tense up every time she bounced up a little and then lowered herself back down onto the cock that was fully inside her. Periodically the guy would wrap his hands around her ass, crumple her breasts and grab her waist. Each time mom got on his cock was accompanied by an ear caressing sound that came out of her throat. She struggled to keep her loud moans down so they wouldn’t wake me up. True, they still occasionally broke through. Her attempts to hold back her own incredibly sweet moans looked erotically cute, and some of those moans sounded even sexier than usual.

For a few minutes mom was riding the guy’s cock quite vigorously and the guy, sensing that he was close to finishing, ordered her to speed up. Mom even sweated a little during this time, and when the command to ride even faster followed, she began to complain to the guy about fatigue. However, a few painful spanks on her thighs and ass made it clear to mom that her complaints were nothing. Gathering all her strength, she quickened her pace. And after a couple more minutes, the guy pulled her against him, wrapped his arms around her back, and sucked his lips to mom’s. In that instant, she felt a familiar hot substance pouring into her womb. Out of pride, of course, mother twitched, but she was already well aware that it would not save her from a semen-filled uterus.

About an hour later, the last of the guys was running down the rest of his cum into my mom. I walked back into my room and waited for the crowd to leave. Usually after a rape, they would just walk away, leaving mom to come in a puddle of cum. But this time was different. One of the guys said to mom:

– Go say goodbye to us properly, slut.

After getting up and wiping the fresh cum out of her with tissues, mom threw on a robe and followed the guys out into the hallway.

– Are you stupid? Have you forgotten what we taught you? – said the same kid.

Wiping away the tears that came again, mom took off her robe.

– Go on. Don’t be fucking stupid!

After sobbing a few times, mom began to kneel down. Even in these humiliating moments, she obviously, without knowing it, managed to arch her ass and back in a special erotic way every time. She didn’t do it on purpose, it just happened. But because of that, even a simple sitting on mom’s lap looked too hot. When she was fully seated, she tilted her head to the floor and said goodbye to the boys in a trembling voice. One of them came over and, placing half a foot on her head, said:

– That’s it, sit like that for at least ten minutes, okay? As soon as you hear a call from me, you get up. You know we’ll be watching closely, so don’t you dare get up before the call comes, understand, bitch?

All I got from my mom was a pitiful but positive mooing.

– Tell me fully, do you understand or not?

Through the sobs came an even more pitiful and slightly muffled single word: “Got it”.

When the guys came out, my mom actually continued to sit almost motionless on her knees, her head down on the floor, crying on it. “Yes, mommy, the humiliation has gotten much worse, and you have to endure it even more often than before. – I thought, looking at her. At times like this, you stop thinking with your mind and start thinking in a different place. Moreover, I was well aware of it, I just wasn’t going to fight it. As I said, somewhere in my heart I felt sorry for her, but watching the eternally proud mom being easily and casually humiliated and raped by some guys was too unusual and exciting.

Mom didn’t know if they would actually be watching her through the cameras or not, yet she sat obediently and waited for the moment her phone rang. I’m sure she waited for it like nothing else and prayed that I wouldn’t leave the room unexpectedly.

As soon as the phone rang, she immediately got up, threw her robe back on and, quickly gathering all the laundry from her cum-stained bed, ran to the shower.

After washing up, she started cooking. At breakfast it was business as usual. Mom behaved exactly the same as she had two months before. In that respect, I could only envy her resilience. She behaved as usual, even considering that only half an hour ago she was on her knees naked in front of a group of guys, having been fucked by them earlier.

Unlike her, I could barely contain myself lately. When you have a beautiful woman being fucked right under your nose all the time, it’s really hard to hold back. That’s why I decided that in the next few days I would definitely fulfill the very desire that I had when I first felt in my hand the heat and the sensations of touching the most cherished and desirable part of my mother’s body. And I already had a few ideas about it.

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