18-06-2019, 05:17 PM
It was difficult for Breanna not to feel her son's pain. He was torn. He did not want to be a bad person, but he needed to hold onto the only chance he had of having her. Breanna, though, had her own motives to consider. "You need to delete that. I told you already, it's not gonna work out like you think it will."
Her son shook his head in anguish. He knew the right thing to do, but he could not live in a world where he would never see his mom like that again. "Do you do it a lot?"
"What?" Breanna was confused by his change of direction.
"Do you do that type of stuff a lot when dad's not there?"
The mom scoffed. "I am not gonna talk about that."
Spencer pointed to his television. "You have to. I need to know." He was practically begging despite his excellent leverage.
Rolling her eyes, the blonde mother briskly said, "Yes, Spencer. Obviously, I've done it before. I find a way to do it every time. Obviously, those guys knew they had a shot." Her tone made her son think he was naive for asking such a question.
Knowing that his mom had done that type of thing so often that those men knew to go over to her made his video seem even more erotic. Spencer imagined the first lucky guy telling another how Bill's hot wife let him stick his fingers in her pussy and then eagerly sucked his dick. And the rumor just spread from there.
"How often d'you guys go over for cocktail parties?"
"I don't know," Breanna sighed, "I guess every couple weeks or something like that. Why?"
Inside Spencer's mind, he was already trying to concoct a plan where he would watch her again. "So you do this, like what did to that guy, all the time?! Since it's so obvious from the video, Dad could probably tell you did that stuff all the time- it wasn't just a one-time thing."
"Spencer, I am not gonna let my damn son blackmail me into fucking him," Breanna rigidly informed him. "Delete the damn video, and let's move on with our lives."
The young man knew his mom, unlike when she was with guys at Malcolm's, was not going to bend. But something his mom had said gave Spencer an idea of how to end the standoff. "Fine. I won't show Dad. But let me watch you."
"Watch me???"
"Yeah, like I did last time."
Her son shook his head in anguish. He knew the right thing to do, but he could not live in a world where he would never see his mom like that again. "Do you do it a lot?"
"What?" Breanna was confused by his change of direction.
"Do you do that type of stuff a lot when dad's not there?"
The mom scoffed. "I am not gonna talk about that."
Spencer pointed to his television. "You have to. I need to know." He was practically begging despite his excellent leverage.
Rolling her eyes, the blonde mother briskly said, "Yes, Spencer. Obviously, I've done it before. I find a way to do it every time. Obviously, those guys knew they had a shot." Her tone made her son think he was naive for asking such a question.
Knowing that his mom had done that type of thing so often that those men knew to go over to her made his video seem even more erotic. Spencer imagined the first lucky guy telling another how Bill's hot wife let him stick his fingers in her pussy and then eagerly sucked his dick. And the rumor just spread from there.
"How often d'you guys go over for cocktail parties?"
"I don't know," Breanna sighed, "I guess every couple weeks or something like that. Why?"
Inside Spencer's mind, he was already trying to concoct a plan where he would watch her again. "So you do this, like what did to that guy, all the time?! Since it's so obvious from the video, Dad could probably tell you did that stuff all the time- it wasn't just a one-time thing."
"Spencer, I am not gonna let my damn son blackmail me into fucking him," Breanna rigidly informed him. "Delete the damn video, and let's move on with our lives."
The young man knew his mom, unlike when she was with guys at Malcolm's, was not going to bend. But something his mom had said gave Spencer an idea of how to end the standoff. "Fine. I won't show Dad. But let me watch you."
"Watch me???"
"Yeah, like I did last time."