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hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:00 PM

Hopefully people like this story. It's going to be a little different than my other stories, and it's going to cross a few different categories. I'm also going to try posting smaller/shorter chapters making it easier to edit and I can post more quickly.
Any comments are welcome!
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Being a teacher in high college is hard. Being a single mom of two kids and a teacher is harder, and being a single mom, a teacher and having both of your kids be students at your college is hardest. Welcome to my life.
My life has been crazy for a long time. I had my kids when I was sixteen. I was young, my boyfriend at the time was young and we weren't prepared at all. Of course to make things even harder we had twins, a boy and a girl. Mark, my boyfriend at the time and I tried to work things out, we tried living together, raising the kids together; we wanted to be good parents. But unfortunately after a couple of years we both realized that it just wasn't working out. When we were nineteen Mark moved out. We both stayed in touch, and really he's been as good a dad as he could be, but over the years we've grown further apart and now he lives out of state.
What all of this means is that I was a single mother at nineteen with two kids and no future. Luckily my parents were OK with me moving back in with them, I made a plan, went to college and became a teacher. Skip ahead a few years and now here we are. My daughter, Emma and my son, Sam are both eighteen, seniors in highcollege and live with me of course. My name is Madison, Madison Williams, a 34 year old teacher. Not just any teacher, a highcollege senior teacher at the same college as my kids. It's definitely more annoying for them then me, having your mom at your college all the time is not ideal for them, but they only have one year left, so they shouldn't complain too much.
It was a regular Monday morning and I was getting ready to go to college. Wake up, shower, throwing on a pair of panties and a bra, dressing in a long yellow dress with little flowers on it. It has sleeves that went just past my shoulders and reached down just above my ankles. I pulled on a pair of nude colour pantyhose and slipped on a pair of black wedges. I looked at myself in the mirror, shoulder length brown hair, a body with a few extra pounds here and there, yellow long dress, respectable, professional, I looked like a perfectly normal college teacher, exactly what I was going for.
In the kitchen I started making breakfast waiting for Emma and Sam to finally come down. Our house was modest but in a good area. We each had our own bedroom but Emma and Sam had to share a bathroom. No pool or anything like that, but it was nice and has served us well.
"EMMA! SAM!" I yelled up the stairs trying to get them to come down. When they finally arrived there was only about five minutes until we had to leave. Emma was dressed in her regular wear, which was pretty much what most girls were wearing now, black leggings, oversized t-shirt, white nike shoes. Her long blonde hair wrapped up in a ponytail, a scrunchie around her wrist. Sam dressed his own way, skinny jeans, bright pink low top chucks, a white t-shirt that was a little too small and his messy brown hair. Both of my kids are good kids, never giving me a real problem of any kind, so there is no point in bothering them with questions on how they dress. One thing that I know they didn't like though was having to go to college with their mom, the teacher.
With them being teenagers there wasn't a tonne of talking between us, especially in the morning. We all finished our breakfast, grabbed our bags and headed out to the car, me driving of course, Emma in the front and Sam in the back. The college wasn't too far and we could definitely walk, but for some reason we rarely did. Once we arrived we all said, "have a good day" to each other and went our separate ways. I actually had a couple of classes with Sam and Emma, not together, but separately, throughout the week. Those were of course their favorite classes.
The day went along like any other day. My classes were fine, the students behaved themselves as well as expected. My only problem was my own libido if I'm being honest. As the years have gone by my sexuality has definitely changed and grown. When I was younger I was straight, 100%, but now I'm more open, I'm now bi, maybe closer to gay if I'm being honest, and I'm generally more open to anything. I'm still pretty young, not too much older than a lot of my students, so seeing them, the girls and guys, and how they are dressing now, it all turns me on. The girls especially do it to me, with their short skirts and shorts, their leggings showing off their toned legs. The loose sweatshirts and t-shirts just look so cute and devious at the same time somehow. Someday's it's hard for me to stay focused on the class work and not just stare at all of the hot 18 year olds in my classes.
Today was especially hard. Maybe it was because of the weather being so nice, maybe it was because it was a Monday, or the first day of class, I don't know, but I was struggling. Throughout the day my horniness just kept building up, seeing the girls over and over, the shorts, the shirts, the cuteness; it got harder and harder to contain my need to get off. Usually I could wait until I got home, especially on the days I knew Emma and Sam would be later getting home from college, but on a day like today, where I expected them home early, and I was feeling especially turned on I had to find a different way to get off.
As my third class ended, I watched the asses of all the girls walking out the door, my mouth wanting to just drop open and drool. I knew I had about an hour for lunch before my next class would walk in. My final student walked out and I follow them to the door, looking down the hall left and right just to see if any other teachers or administrators were coming, I closed the door and locked it. My hand pulled the blind down on the door window as well. My classroom is on the second floor so there was no way anyone could look into the room and see what was going on. I stepped back over to my chair and sat down, I scoot forward so my ass is closer to the edge of the chair making my back recline. My hands pull up the sides of my dress. I could feel the fabric move up over my calves, my knees and up my thighs until it was bunched around my waist. I followed this by hooking my fingers into the waist of my pantyhose and pushed them down below my knees, then I did the same with my panties. I could feel the cooler air flow into the new open space and over my wet gaping pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned.
I haven't really had a boyfriend or anything serious since Mark and I broke up. With teaching and the kids I just haven't had a lot of time for myself. What I have done over the years is have fun by myself. I had a rough birth, and afterwards I really wasn't happy with the way my pussy looked or felt. When I look down at it kind of stays open, showing a gap, looking used and worn out. When Mark and I would have sex it just didn't feel right, and maybe that was one of the reasons we started drifting apart. There are probably things that I could do to fix my pussy to make it tight and beautiful, but I never did, and over the years I have come to love it.
Without a boyfriend I had to find ways of pleasuring myself, and with the kids getting older I had more and more time to do it. Now, after all these years I've found what I like, what gets me off, or at least one thing that gets me off. I like to be stretched. I like to feel my pussy stretched out by my fingers or toys. I like to be fucked hard and deep and wide. With porn so available now I've been able to see how far other girls can go with stretching themselves and it turns me on so much, I want to be like them. I've even started to work on stretching my ass. I didn't think I would like it, probably like a lot of girls, but now after doing it for awhile I love it. I can't stretch my ass as much as my pussy yet, but it's getting there. I love to lay on my bed, pull out my toys, watch videos of girls with the most stretched out and ruined holes and try to do the same to myself. I get off so hard every time. To be honest I wish I could be doing that right now.
So there you have it, I'm a 34 year old mom/teacher with two 18 year old kids who likes to stretch out her holes to get off. All perfectly normal.
My right hand moved down and gently rubbed my cunt, over my clit and then down further feeling the gape. As I rubbed my fingers over it, I could feel the wetness, the slop coming from it. I could tell it wanted to be reamed open nice and wide and I wanted to do nothing more than give in, but I knew I couldn't, not here, not yet. I felt so dirty doing this in my classroom, my eyes closed, my pussy out in the open. I slipped a finger into my hole, I moved it around feeling how much extra room there was. It felt amazing to feel how open I was, how big my slut hole was. A second finger joined it, then a third, then a fourth. I knew I could stretch myself more, but I needed to get off quick so I started to pump my four fingers in and out of my cunt. My heart started to beat faster and faster. My eyes opened and turned towards the door as I heard people walk by. The rush of being so close to being caught was driving me crazy, I felt like my clit was on fire, my pussy was dripping. My left hand came down and started to rub my clit as I continued to fuck myself.
My legs spread further apart, showing off my cunt even more even though it was only me in the room. I loved hearing the sound, the squish, the slop, of my wet gaping cunt as my fingers continued to bury themselves into it. I continued to rub my clit hard. I started to moan to myself as I did.
Mmmmmmm, "This is so dirty!", my mind kept racing, "you love this don't you, fingering your dirty cunt in your classroom," I couldn't help myself, the words made everything feel even better.
"Yes, keep going you slut, keep stretching out your hole while students walk past your door, you're so fucking nasty and you love it!"
The more I talked the more turned on I got and the closer I got to an orgasm. My fingers were removing themselves completely from my hole before I rammed them back in deep. My mind kept racing through the thoughts of people walking by, the sun shining through the windows, the sexy girls in my class in their small and tight clothing, the size of my cunt, the fact that I was doing this in my classroom. The minutes went by as my fingers roughly fucked my hole harder and harder until I couldn't take it anymore. My head fell back, my eyes clenched tight and my body started to shake. Both of my hands stopped their motion and moved quickly to the arms of my chair to keep me from falling on the floor. I could feel my pussy push out through the orgasm, it was so hard and rough and felt amazing, I could feel my gape push out bigger becoming even more open.
My body was frozen for a few minutes as I tried to compose myself. My hands still wrapped tightly around the arms of my chair, my legs still sprawled open. I could still feel the wetness from my cunt running down my ass on to the chair. The whole experience was amazing, and risky, and I loved it. When I finally started to come too I raised myself off the chair I looked down at it and realized how wet it was, just looking at it made me feel turned on again. I grabbed some tissues from my purse and cleaned up the chair before throwing them in the trash. I followed this by pulling my panties and pantyhose backup and in place, followed by pulling my skirt down and straightening myself up. I took a deep breath.
"Well that was fun," I said to myself while sitting back down at my desk. I still had twenty minutes until the next class started. I took out my lunch, opened up instagram and relaxed for the time I had left. No matter what I did though I kept thinking back to what I just did and how amazing it was, my pussy was thinking the same thing as I could feel it moisten. KNOCK KNOCK
"Fuck," I said under my breath. I had completely forgotten to open the door and the blind. I rushed over to the door and unlocked it. "Sorry about that!" I said to everyone waiting outside the door with a smile.
The first girl looked at me and said, "what were you doing in here Ms. Williams?" before she laughed and walked by.
If felt like I blushed hard, but I'm not sure if I did, and I don't think anyone would have noticed anyway since they were all so engrossed in their own conversations or their phones.
The rest of the college day continued on just like the morning, the classes went by without any real hitches, I spent way too much time thinking dirty thoughts about my students and my pussy continued to get wetter. Just a typical day.
When the final bell went and all of the students from my last class exited the room I took another deep breath, grabbed my stuff and my bag and headed out to the car, turning off the lights and closing the door as I went.
If Emma and Sam didn't have anything going on after class they would come home with me. Again, why walk when you can get a ride, even if it is from your mom/teacher. I got to our car, a nothing special Honda sedan in dark blue, threw my bag in the trunk and leaned against the car waiting for Emma and Sam to show up.
As I leaned there I watched all of the students walk by on their way home. The girls again grabbed my attention. I watched their asses sway as they walked away from me, their smiling faces and tight bodies as they walked towards me. My pussy wanted attention again, it wanted me to fuck it, but of course I couldn't. I kept watching the students, being friendly when one said hi as they walked by. There was a group of girls from my classes in the distance, they all looked amazing in their baggy shirts, leggings or shorts, flawless bodies. There was one with her back to me, her long shirt was pulled up and bunched just above her ass giving me a perfect view of her 18 year old ass in skin tight black leggings. I could see the outline of her panties half way up her ass. I just wanted to reach out and grab it, to feel it, to taste it. It was getting harder and harder to just stand there, I was seriously thinking about just leaving and going home, Sam and Emma were old enough to find their own way home.
"Hey Mom," I heard from behind me, it was Sam.
"Hey honey," I replied being shaken out of my trance, "do you know where Emma is?"
"Ya, she's right there," Sam lifted his hand and pointed to the group of girls I was just staring at, and at that moment it hit me, the girl with her back to me, the one with the ass I wanted to reach out and grab, it was Emma.
My face turned bright red and my mind reeled. What the fuck was I thinking?
"Everything OK mom?" Sam asked obviously seeing my face turn red.
"Oh, ya, uh everything is fine," I said stammering a little, "do you mind going to get your sister so we can go?"
"Ya," Sam said as he started to walk over to Emma.
I opened the car door and got in, leaning my head against the steering wheel and closed my eyes. What was I thinking? What had gotten into me? Not only did I masturbate in my class room, but now I was staring at my daughter and thinking about how hot she was and how I wanted to touch her. "What the fuck is wrong with me," I said outloud.
My mind started to race through the future, me getting caught masturbating in class, losing my job, Emma finding out I think she is hot, disowning me, moving out, Sam following her, them never talking to me again, me working a dead end job and living in my car. "Get yourself together!" I mumbled and lifted my head from the wheel. I couldn't let any of that happen, I had to get myself back on track. Children first, work second, take care of my life, be a productive member of society. Emma and Sam were almost back at the car, I took a deep breath and unlocked the doors.
Both Sam and Emma got into the car, Emma in the front again. I struggled to keep my eyes from looking over at her. Half my brain was on my new plan, keep your life in order, but the other half was still thinking about that delicious ass I saw earlier. A few times during our drive my evil side one and my eyes looked over taking in her slender legs in her black leggings. My hands stayed locked, white knuckled on the steering wheel for the whole ride.
We got back to the house and all emptied out. Sam and Emma went up to their room right away as usual, as I went to the kitchen to start dinner. For the next hour I floated through the kitchen getting things ready, thinking about the day behind me and how I had to focus again on moving forward with my life and put everything that just happened behind me and not think about it again.
As dinner was almost ready I went upstairs to get changed. I took off my dress and threw it in the hamper followed by my pantyhose and bra. I didn't have huge tits so going braless at home was something I did regularly. I grabbed a hoodie and threw it over my head and then grabbed a pair of grey leggings and pulled them up my legs. This was my 'at home comfy' outfit, I already was feeling more relaxed. I headed back down to the kitchen yelling out to Emma and Sam as I went that dinner was ready.
I plated the pasta and chicken I had made and put the salad out on the table and sat down waiting for them to show up. Eventually Sam walked in and took his seat to my left. He was wearing a hoodie as well with a pair of grey sweatpants that again were pretty tight, but I wasn't going to say anything about them. Soon after Emma showed up in the kitchen as Sam and I had already started eating. My eyes struggled again not to stare. She was wearing the same oversized shirt from today but this time there were no leggings. From where I was standing it looked like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. All I saw were a pair of fuzzy pink socks on her feet. It wasn't the first time she had dressed like this, but today was different, today my mind was thinking different things.
I'm sure she was wearing something underneath, maybe really small shorts, or at least panties, but the visual was too much for my horny brain and I started thinking about things I shouldn't. Emma sat down beside me, thanking me for dinner, and the three of us ate and chatted like normal, even though my brain was on fire.
As Emma and Sam finished eating, they brought their plates to the sink and went back up to their room. I watched as they went. Sam's ass tightly wrapped in his sweatpants and Emma's bare legs shining like a horny beacon. Finally they disappeared and I went to the fridge to grab a beer, prying it open and taking a long chug. I definitely needed to get some sleep tonight and hopefully feel refreshed with more pure thoughts in the morning.
I finished my beer while cleaning up the kitchen. I grabbed my bags and went up to my room. I put the bag on my desk and pulled out my papers and my laptop. I quickly went through my e-mails from the day, I moved it to the corner of my desk and put on some music while I started going through some grading I had to get done. All of my classes are senior classes so the papers are quite good, everyone trying to improve their grade to get into college. I listened to the music and focused on the work in front of me.
After what felt like hours but was probably 45mins or so I decided to get up for a second and stretch. I went down to the kitchen to get some water and make sure all the doors were locked. I came back upstairs and yelled out "GOODNIGHT" to Emma and Sam, and I heard an echo come back from them "GOODNIGHT" in almost unison. We were well past the 'having to say goodnight to each other in person' stage
I went back to my desk and sat down. I looked over to my e-mail and I saw there was a very strange new message.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:01 PM

Subject: I SAW YOU TODAY
"Huh," is all I could say as I was genuinely confused. It was obviously some kind of spam e-mail. I clicked it just to see if I could see who it was from so I could block them. I opened the e-mail and it was blank, nothing in the body, just the subject line. Stranger yet was there was nothing in the "from" section. "Huh," I said again. I marked it as spam and deleted it just to make sure. My head turned back to the papers and I kept working.
A few minutes later I saw there was another very similar e-mail.
Subject: YOU LOOKED GOOD TODAY
The only difference was that this one had an attachment included. Of course I thought that it had to be a virus, but I also knew that just opening the e-mail shouldn't be an issue as long as I didn't download the file. I clicked and opened the e-mail.
My face went white in shock. My heart felt like it was in my throat. I could feel myself start to sweat. I was in complete shock and fear. The attachment to the e-mail wasn't a virus. The attachment was a picture, a picture of me masturbating in class today. My mind was racing. How could this be? How did someone get this picture? Are there cameras in the room? Did someone take a picture? Are they going to send this to the college? Am I going to get fired? Holy fuck my life is over.
Thought after thought ran through my brain. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there with my head in my hands looking down at my desk. I wanted to cry, but I was in too much shock. I looked back at the e-mail and closed it. To my horror there was another new e-mail.
Subject: DO IT AGAIN TOMORROW
What the fuck? Again? Tomorrow? Who does this person think they are? I was getting angry now. There was no way I was doing anything again. Whoever this was, was obviously an asshole and they weren't ever going to see anything again. Fuck them. I felt like steam was coming out of my ears. Another e-mail showed up.
Subject: IF YOU DON'T I WILL SEND THIS TO THE college
I felt a tear finally slide down my cheek. My emotions were all over the place. I was angry, but also scared. Who was this asshole? And now I might lose my job, or maybe even worse. What would Emma and Sam think of me if they found out about this? What about everyone in our neighbourhood? We would have to move, and that's not fair to Emma or Sam. Fuck, what the fuck do I do? Another e-mail
Subject: AND DRESS SEXIER
"FUCK YOU," I said outloud probably too loudly. My mood was back to angry. I wanted to break something. I gritted my teeth. I got up and grabbed a pillow from my bed and screamed into it. What the fuck was I going to do now?
No more e-mails showed up thankfully. I layed on my bed too worked up to sleep or anything else. My mind started to go through all of the options. If I didn't do as this pervert said would they really send the picture to the college? And if they did could I say it was fake? Why was I so fucking stupid, why did I have to decide to masturbate in my class like an idiot? The students from today knew my door was locked, so if someone asked them they would say it was strange, and why was my door locked? I put a pillow over my face again and screamed.
OK, next option, what if I went along with it? I already masturbated once, so doing it again wouldn't be that hard, I could lock the door again and do it the same way. Even if someone came to the door it would be locked giving me time to cover myself up and get the door. If they asked why the door was locked, I could just say I was trying to get some work done. Hmmm, OK, I could do that. The only issue was if I did, then this fucking pervert would have another picture of me. Fuck.
The anger came back. How the fuck did this asshole even get this picture? I did a mental run back to the picture and it was definitely coming from the door area. Was there a camera I didn't know about there? Was he outside and the blinds didn't cover the whole window? Tomorrow I had to check and figure it out. Maybe if I could find it I could cover it.
The thoughts and options streamed through my head as the night went on. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself into this position, but here I was, fucked.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:02 PM

At some point during the night I must have passed out because I woke up with everything just as I had left it. My lights were on, laptop still open, and I was laying on top of the blanket on my bed. My mind started to come back around and I began to remember the horror that came into my life last night. I rolled out of bed and moved my still waking body over to my desk to check my e-mail, just to make sure that it wasn't a nightmare. To my dismay it wasn't. The e-mails were still there.
Subject: AND DRESS SEXIER
The last e-mail that was sent over last night stared at me. Now not only was I being blackmailed, but I had to 'dress sexier' while going to college as a teacher. How the fuck was I going to accomplish that?
I moved myself away from my laptop and started getting ready for the day, washing my face, makeup, brushing my hair, the usual, and then it was finally time to start to pick out my clothes for the day. I knew it had to be sexier than yesterday, but I refused to do anything crazy, so first things first. I slid on a pair of boyshort panties followed by a pair of black pantyhose and a white bra. Now I had to figure out what to put over top. My hands rummaged through my drawer until I found a white dress. It had some detail around the bottom and neckline, and ended just below my knees. It was sleeveless and shorter so I decided that qualified as 'sexier'. I also grabbed a white cardigan that I threw on to cover my shoulders. The bottom line was, I was still a teacher.
I grabbed my laptop and papers and threw them in my bag and headed downstairs to make breakfast just like I do on a normal morning. This was anything but a normal morning but I had to keep things normal for Emma and Sam, I didn't want them to know anything was wrong.
The toast went into the toaster, the jam and butter came out of the fridge and I yelled up to Emma and Sam to let them know that breakfast was almost ready. Eventually they both came downstairs, Sam first wearing almost the same clothes as the day before but a black t-shirt this time, followed by Emma. Of course Emma chose today to dress even sexier than usual. She showed up in the kitchen wearing her usual long shirt, this time a long sleeved t-shirt but she must have been wearing some short shorts underneath as it looked like she wasn't wearing anything at all. As she finally sat down for breakfast I saw the black spandex shorts come into view. Girls these days are dressed so much differently than when I was younger. It was casual and messy but somehow extremely sexy.
Breakfast ended in our usual fashion of very little talking. We all grabbed our stuff and we headed out to college again, Emma in the front and Sam in the back. My eyes kept darting down to my daughters legs as we drove. I didn't want them too but I couldn't stop myself. And then my brain would switch back to what that pervert was making me do and I just got mad again.
The college approached, we all got out and said our usual 'byes' for the morning. I walked across the college grounds and towards my class. It was another beautiful day and everyone was minding their own business. My only business right now was to get to class and try to find out where the camera was.
I walked into my classroom and closed the door and immediately looked up to where the camera angle looked like it was coming from. I didn't see anything. I looked around the whole room and I did notice a camera above my desk, but it was pointed out towards the class, there is no way it would have gotten the angle I had seen in the picture. What the fuck was going on? Then I pulled the blind down on the window of the door to see if there was some spot that wasn't properly covered, some place where a camera could poke through and take a picture. But again I just didn't see how it was possible. What the fuck!
At this point I only had a few minutes left until my first class so I opened the blind, went to my desk and took out my stuff and sat down. How the fuck was this asshole getting his pictures? How was I going to stop this motherfucker from blackmailing me further? Fuck. I just kept racing through these thoughts as my door opened and students started to pile in. For the next three classes I tried to focus on the task at hand, my classes, teaching, but as lunch got closer it was harder and harder to concentrate.
Half of my brain was mad, trying to figure out what was happening and how I was going to stop it, but the other half, the naughty half, was getting excited that soon I'd be able to masturbate myself to an amazing orgasm in my class again. Even worse, both sides knew that it was going to happen because I had no choice.
The bell rang, the students left and once again I followed the last one to the door, checking down the hall, closing and locking the door, and pulling down the blind.
"Well, here we go," I said to myself as I let out a deep breath.
I walked over to my desk and pulled out my chair like I did the day before. I sat down on it and moved forward so my ass was at the end. The e-mails said to do everything again, so I wanted to try to recreate the scene as close as possible. My hands rolled up my dress above my waist and my fingers pulled my pantyhose and panties down together below my knees. The cool air rushed up against my gaping pussy and it was then that I realized how wet I was, again. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"I said under my breath as my right hand shoved two fingers deep into my waiting hole.
In a few minutes I had four fingers ramming into me again, my left hand roughly rubbing my clit and my breathing was heavy. A few minutes after that I was cumming hard in my classroom. My hands grabbed a tissue and I cleaned up. My pantyhose and panties went back in place and my dress fell down into its original position. I looked up in the general position of where the picture was taken and held up my middle finger and mouthed "FUCK YOU".
The rest of the day went by as you would expect. Everyone else was their usual self and I was seething inside. I hated that I was being told what to do, that I was being blackmailed, that my whole life was being held in the hand of an obvious pervert asshole motherfucker.
The college day ended, Emma and Sam had something going on after college so I went home alone. I tried to distract myself by watching TV, going for a walk, reading a book, but nothing took my mind off of the situation I was in. I started making dinner in expectation of Emma and Sam's return. We ate, we chatted, they went to their room, I cleaned up, and I went to my room. If it wasn't for lunch and the asshole today would have been a regular day, a good day.
I opened my laptop on my desk and checked my e-mail expecting to see the worst, but to my surprise, there was nothing there. "Huh, maybe the asshole couldn't get a picture this time?" I said to myself as I started to unpack some papers from my bag.
An hour went by, no e-mail, then two hours, no e-mail. I was starting to feel hopeful. It was 10pm and it was about time to get into bed. I went to the washroom to get cleaned up, wash my face, brush my teeth. As I walked back to my desk after feeling so much relief I saw a new e-mail on my screen. No 'from', only a subject line. Fuck.
Subject: YOU LOOKED GOOD TODAY
"Well thanks asshole," I mumbled. Another e-mail came through. This one with an attachment. Great.
Subject: LOOK AT YOU
I clicked the e-mail and saw that this time there was no picture, but a video instead. My hand trembled while I moved the cursor over the play button. In front of my eyes was a video of me, in my classroom, four fingers deep in my cunt, fucking myself to orgasm, and the worst part of it was there was sound. It was like a deafening boom in my ears, the sound of my sloppy hole loving what my fingers were doing to it. My head dropped into my hands. What the fuck was I going to do?
Another e-mail came through.
Subject: SAME SHOW TOMORROW BUT NO PANTYHOSE
I let out a little laugh. I realized at that point that this wasn't going to be a short lived thing. The pervert on the other side of the screen obviously had some kind of plan, I didn't know for how long, but it was obvious it wasn't just for a day or two. Tomorrow would be the third day I had to fuck myself in my class room. This time without pantyhose.
I closed my laptop and got into bed. I wasn't sad, I was just mad, maybe defeated, disappointed, I don't even know, I just felt like I had lost. Maybe lost everything. I fell asleep faster than the night before into a dreamland of negativity.
***
Wednesday morning came and went. I had worn a similar dress from the day before, but this time no pantyhose as instructed. The college day went on as usual, the only difference was Sam was in one of my morning classes, but we kept a clear teacher/student relationship. Lunch eventually came, I closed and locked the door and pulled down the blind. Everything was becoming a little too routine. This was not what should be happening to me, not what should be a normal part of my day.
I sat on my chair, opened my legs, pulled down my panties and proceeded to four finger fuck myself to an amazing orgasm again. It almost felt as if each day my orgasm felt better, more relaxed, more at ease. It felt good but I hated it. Nothing was supposed to be the way it was. I cleaned up, finished the day and went home. Dinner, clean up, bedroom, every day went as expected except for the two things that didn't, lunch and late e-mails.
I sat at my desk as usual and waited for the doom e-mails to arrive, and arrive they did.
Subject: GOOD JOB YOU LOOK BETTER WITH NO PANTYHOSE
Awesome. The next e-mail came through.
Subject: YOUR VIDEO
I clicked play and saw myself fucking myself again, this time no pantyhose as expected.
Subject: TOMORROW NO PANTYHOSE AND THONG
"Fuck you pervert," I said and closed my laptop before going to sleep.
***
Thursday morning came just as the rest of the week, get up, dressed, breakfast drive to college. I did as I was told and didn't wear pantyhose, and I wore a thong. It wasn't the first time I had worn a thong to college so I didn't really mind it, the part I hated was being told, no being blackmailed to do it.
Third period eventually ended. Locked door, blind down, four finger cunt fuck, clean up, and back to normal for fourth period.
The day ended and I went home to try to relax. It was hard, I was feeling exhausted. The stress of my blackmail situation was just wearing on me. I was constantly angry, constantly worried, constantly thinking about everything. I got changed into my comfy clothes and laid down on the couch and napped until I heard Emma and Sam come through the door.
"Hey guys," I said as I got up.
"Hey mom," Sam said as he saw me on the touch, "are you tired?"
"Ya, exhausted," as I finally got up to my feet, "do you mind if I just order us a pizza?"
"Sounds good," Emma said as both her and Sam walked up the stairs.
Pizza was ordered, pizza came and we ate and chatted a little, but not a lot, just like usual. The leftovers were put away, dishes into the dishwasher and everyone went up to their rooms just like every other night. For Sam and Emma everything must have seemed normal. There was no way they could know what was going on with their mom. But for me, this was one of the worst weeks of my life, and I just had to fight through it.
I got up to my room, opened my laptop and got to work grading papers just like every other night. At this point I wasn't even worried about the e-mails, I just assumed they were coming. I was defeated and tired. It was what it was. And just like I expected eventually the first e-mail came through.
Subject: ANOTHER GOOD SHOW
"Ya ya, fuck off," I said only glancing up at the screen.
Subject: YOUR DAILY VIDEO
I clicked play mostly out of habit and there I was thong on, legs open, four fingers, cumming. I closed the video after only a few seconds. I knew what happened. I knew what would come next, tomorrow's 'task', fucker.
Subject: TOMORROW NO PANTYHOSE AND WEAR THONG
Well this was different, the same thing as today. Maybe this fucker was running out of ideas? Unfortunately I was wrong.
Subject: TOMORROW FINGER ASS NOT PUSSY
And there it was. The change. The next 'task'. I wasn't even that bothered by it. Firstly I liked playing with my ass, and maybe he didn't know that, so it wasn't really punishment. Secondly it wasn't a real change from today, same clothing, just a different hole. I could handle this. Honestly if this was the worst thing he could think of I could ride this out.
***
Friday morning came and went, breakfast, drive to college, class, three periods. It all flew by. Before I knew it, it was lunch again and time to do what I've done four other times this week. I locked the door and pulled down the blind. I positioned myself on my chair as usual, thong down, dress up, and started.
I spit on my fingers and rubbed the wetness on my asshole. It felt good. They didn't say anything about four fingers so my plan was just to put one or two in my hole and get off, nice and easy. My pussy was wet as usual. Even though I was being blackmailed I was still in my classroom doing something dirty and my pussy didn't know any better. I rubbed my hand on my cunt and then my ass making a nasty mixture of saliva and pussy juice.
I slipped a single finger into my ass and let out a soft moan. It had been a while since I had played with my ass and it felt amazing. My other hand came down and gently rubbed my clit. They said no pussy, but I hope that didn't mean no clit. I kept playing with myself, slowly pushing my finger deeper into my ass before I slid a second one alongside it. My hole started to respond to the action it was getting and relax. I planned to only put two in there to show this pervert I could control myself, but in reality I couldn't. A third finger slipped into my awaiting hole.
"FUCK," I said out loud, I knew they could hear, I knew it would be on the video, but it just happened.
My fingers started to piston themselves in and out of my hole, my other hand rubbing my clit harder and harder. My eyes closed and my head fell backwards. It was at this moment, for the first time this week it seemed, that I wasn't thinking about the blackmailer, about the pervert, about my life ending, I was just enjoying the feeling, fucking my ass in my classroom. I was loving it.
My hips started to move in my chair to match the rhythm of my fingers into my ass. A fourth slid into my hole way too easily. It was obvious to me, and would be to the person behind the camera that I was turned on, and not just a little. In and out, in and out my fingers rammed into my ass past the second knuckle. The feeling of being stretched out felt amazing. My hand pushed hard as I wanted to feel full. My other hand roughly slapped my pussy, my clit was on fire, and finally I came. Not just a regular orgasm, a massive one. I shook, I felt juices pour out of my pussy and out onto the floor. My fingers fell out of my ass as my other hand kept gently rubbing my clit. I was trying to catch my breath, trying to come back down to earth, and as my mind started to return to reality I remembered the camera, the asshole.
I started to clean up, pulling my thong back, and letting my dress fall into place. I was sweating and exhausted. I knew that the pervert got a much better show then he deserved, but I just couldn't help myself, it was what it was now, and I had to live with it.
I had Emma in my fourth and fifth period this week, and just like with Sam we kept a clear teacher/student relationship, but today I had to work extra hard to make everything seemed normal as I was coming down from a huge orgasm. Luckily I made it through the afternoon without anyone noticing how flushed I was.
The day ended and I made it home in one piece. Emma and Sam both came with me but quickly left to hang out with friends or something. They're 18, I don't ask. I had a nice long shower after they left and reheated the leftover pizza in the fridge, very glamorous.
That night I relaxed, I watched some bad TV and then a movie. I was still exhausted from the week, both mentally and physically, I just needed some alone time and to calm myself, and that is what I did. It felt good just to have a normal night, leggings, hoodie, comfy. My mind actually wasn't thinking about the blackmailing asshole for a few minutes. As the night wore on I got more and more tired and headed up to bed.
Part of me didn't want to check my e-mail, but the other half did, it was a constant good versus evil situation. I also didn't want to miss some instructions and ruin my life. What if he wanted me to do something and I didn't check my e-mail and then he sent out the pictures or videos? Not worth the risk.
I laid down on my bed and opened my laptop, and then my e-mail. "Fuck," I said as I realized there were already five e-mails waiting for me.
Subject: GOOD JOB TODAY
Subject: YOUR DAILY VIDEO
Subject: I WANT YOU TO RELAX TOMORROW
Subject: BUT I WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT THIS
Subject: DID YOU KNOW YOUR DAUGHTER WAS SLUTTY LIKE YOU?
I read through the e-mail subjects until I got to the last one. "What the fuck?" I said as I sat up in my bed. I clicked the last e-mail and inside was a link to an Instagram account. I had no idea what was going on since I had Emma on my Instagram and this most definitely wasn't her name on there. I clicked the link hesitantly now thinking that maybe this really was the virus I always thought it was, but instead it took my to an instagram page with pictures, pictures of Emma, but not the Emma I knew.
My mind raced as I scrolled down the almost endless list of pictures in Emma's secret instagram account. Each picture showed Emma, my perfect daughter in seductive poses, revealing clothing, it was not what I was expecting to see tonight. I opened a few of the pictures, the first one had her in a super tight and short black dress, nothing on her legs, cleavage on show. The next one had her in tight and short black spandex shorts, but her legs were spread wide open. I kept scrolling and clicking. There was one with her wearing thigh high socks and a short skirt, she was bent over showing her panties. Another had her giving the peace sign sticking her tongue out and her eyes rolled back. Picture after picture showed my daughter in slutty poses. And maybe worse of all were the comments, strangers leaving lewd words on her pictures, "so fucking hot!", "you're such a slut!", "omg I want to fuck you so badly!", comment after comment was about her body, her sluttiness, how hot she was. As I read through them I started to see her replies to some of them, thanking the random strangers for their comments, for their comments of calling her a slut! My mind felt like it was melting, what the fuck was going on?
I checked my e-mail again and saw a new message.
Subject: ENJOY YOUR DAUGHTERS PICTURES
And then another popped up.
Subject: DON'T STOP HER OR I WILL RELEASE
And a third.
Subject: RELAX AND LET YOUR MIND WANDER YOU KNOW YOU WANT TOO
What a fucking pervert I thought as I read the subject lines. Who does this asshole think he is? I slammed my laptop shut and threw it on the floor and tried falling asleep seething again. My mind racing through the week, what I had done, what I had been told to do, and now the pictures of my apparently slutty daughter. Fuck, what the fuck was I going to do?

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:04 PM

Saturday morning finally came. A day off from everything, from college, from blackmail, from having to masturbate in class. I let out a deep breath before swinging my legs off the bed and getting up. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. "Everything is going to be fine," I said to myself before putting the towel down and heading downstairs.
I made myself a coffee and read the news on my phone as I waited for Emma and Sam to finally rise from their sleep. I didn't have anything planned for the day, but who knows with them. My mind tried to focus on what I was doing, the news, the coffee, relaxing. I could feel the sun through the window, warming me up.
Eventually I couldn't wait any longer and had to start my day. I made some cereal, cleaned up and went to my room to shower. I slipped off my clothes and closed the door behind me as I felt the hot water stream down my body. It felt nice, the warmth making me relax not just my body but also my mind. I started to think about things again, things I shouldn't have. My mind went to Emma and her instagram account, her pictures, how she was posing and how she was dressed. She looked so sexy, so hot, so slutty. I couldn't believe how she was liking the comments people left for her, calling her a slut, saying they wanted to fuck her. I just couldn't believe the whole situation. Sometime during these thoughts I started getting turned on, and before I knew it my hand was on my pussy slowly rubbing it. "Mmmmmm," I moaned under the sound of the water.
Once I realized what was happening, what I was doing, masturbating to the thought of my daughter, I quickly pulled my hand way. I could feel my face blush, not from the hot water, but from extreme shame and embarrassment. How could I think like this? My mind was turning against me. I quickly washed my hair and body, rinsed, and got out of the shower. I threw my bathrobe around me but before tying it up I caught a glimpse of my body in the mirror. The little bit of hair just above my pussy glistened with water, I didn't need Emma to get turned on, just seeing my pussy gape open turned me on. My palm came down and gave it a little slap as I followed it up by tying my robe in place and walking to my room.
After drying myself off, doing my hair and some light make up I got ready to go out. Panties, tight jeans, bra, t-shirt tucked in the front. I looked like a regular 34 year old about to go out for the day, and that was exactly what I was going to do. As I made my way downstairs and to the front hall there was no sign of Emma or Sam, so I assumed they were still sleeping. I bent over and put on a pair of sneakers and headed out.
For the next few hours I spent time at the mall and a few other stores, retail therapy was exactly what I needed. As I moved through the stores I saw a few students from college, we avoided each other as expected, but just seeing them made my thoughts turn back to the week behind me. Everytime it happened I had to fight myself to get back on track, back to relaxing, back to thinking about how to get my life in order again.
After a couple of hours, I took a break and stopped at a local starbucks. I ordered my regular, a drink with way too many options, and sat down, a feeling of dread over me. No matter how hard I tried to stay relaxed, to keep my mind off of the blackmail, I just always came back to those same thoughts.
"Hey! Madison!" I heard from ahead of me, my head lifted and I saw my friend Beth walking towards me, coffee in hand.
"Hey Beth," I said back, trying to hide my mood, but also not feeling like talking to anyone right now.
"How are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while," Beth asked as she sat down, not even asking if it was OK.
"Oh, I'm OK, how are you?" I asked back politely.
"I'm good... but you seem... are you sure you're OK?" she asked back, it was obvious, I guess, that I wasn't exactly myself.
"No, I'm good, just a little tired and worn out," my response was unenthusiastic.
"Ya, I guess getting back into the swing of things with classes can take it out of you," was her response, I nodded in agreement, yes, that was exactly the reason I thought.
For the next 20 minutes we chatted about this and that, nothing of importance, but it was nice. It felt good to really talk to someone and the more we talked the better I felt. Part of me just wanted to blurt out "I'm being blackmailed!" and talk to her about it, but I knew I couldn't, not if I wanted me life to stay the way it was. As our conversation ended we hugged and agreed we would have to get together again soon. I sat back down in my chair and smiled. Maybe life could be OK, maybe I could compartmentalize things, the shitty and the good, the fucked up and the normal.
For the rest of the day I went to a few more stores, got my nails done, and generally just lounged my way around town. I texted Emma and Sam on my way home with the same question, "what do you want for dinner?" I never knew who would reply so I always texted both. Of course I received two different replies.
"Sushi!" from Emma.
"Indian!" from Sam.
I texted back for them to talk to each other and pick one. Eventually I received a simple "Sushi thanks!" and off I went to get dinner.
When I eventually arrived home I found Emma laid out on the couch with the TV on and her phone in front of her face. I was finding it hard to look at her without associating my daughter with that instagram account. Her feet were bare, her legs were covered in a pair of loose fitting grey sweatpants. She had them rolled down so they sat right on her hips. On top she had a tight white tank top that showed off most of her midriff, it was a little see through and I could see my daughters nipples poking through the material.
"Fuck!" I yelled out as I tripped over a pair of shoes in the hallway.
Emma's head lifted from the couch and looked over, "are you OK mom?" she asked with a little worry in her voice.
"Ya ya, just maybe don't leave shoes in the hallway next time," I replied, obviously flustered.
"Uh, mom, those are your shoes," Emma said with a laugh before sitting up on the couch and coming to grab the food from me.
"Well fuck," I said as I smiled back at her, "where's Sam?"
"Downstairs playing a game."
"SAM!" I yelled downstairs to the basement to get his attention.
"Be up in a minute!" I heard yelled back overtop of gun shots from the TV speakers.
We decided to eat dinner and watch a movie together, something we don't do that often anymore. I changed into something comfier then tight jeans, this time pair of slightly worn out grey leggings and a hoodie. When I came down the food was laid out on the coffee table, Sam in the single seat wearing a hoodie and shorts, and Emma on the larger couch. I sat down beside her and grabbed a plate.
"Did you two have a good day?" I asked while grabbing food and putting it on my plate.
"Well I did nothing, so ya it was good," Emma said with a smile while getting her own food.
Sam didn't answer as he was flipping through the movie selections trying to find something we might all like.
After a few minutes we all had food and started watching the movie, it was something about a dirty accountant and him getting in over his head, or maybe it was a dirty stock broker, I wasn't really sure, it also didn't matter.
As the movie went on we all finished our food, I cleaned up the plates, took them to the kitchen and went to the bathroom. When I came back to the room I saw Emma had decided to lay down on the couch taking my seat with her.
"Uh, excuse me?" I said quietly to her with a smirk, not wanting to disrupt the movie.
All she did was lift her legs so I could sit underneath them. I slid in and her legs flopped back on top of my thigh. "Great" I thought to myself, mostly as a mother having her daughter take advantage of the mother daughter situation. The longer we sat there, the more my mind wandered. I looked down at Emma's legs in front of me. Even in her loose sweatpants I could tell they were sexy. I placed my hands on top of her knees that were directly in front of me. There wasn't anything odd about it, it was where my hands would naturally go, but it was odd because of the feelings I was having. My eyes wandered up her legs to her hips where the pants were rolled to. Her skin looked so amazing, so smooth, so perfect. I wanted to run my hands up her thighs and touch her midriff, gently. Her tank top had ridden up higher while she laid down, now stopping just below her tits. I looked up her body and I could still see her nipples poking through.
I could feel something happening in my pussy, I was getting turned on, I wanted to stop myself, I wanted to tell myself, no, but I didn't know how. Emma was so beautiful, and her legs were dbangd over me. At this point I didn't even know if this was because of the blackmailer and what he had shown me, or just my own disgusting self.
For the rest of the movie I tried to stay still, focusing on the TV, not looking down at my daughter next to me. My hands stayed still, my thoughts struggling. I was worried if I got more turned on my worn out grey leggings might show just how wet I was. I was waiting for this movie to end, I didn't even care what happened anymore, it just needed to end so I could excuse myself.
After what seemed like hours, the movie finally ended. I took a deep breath and was going to excuse myself up to bed, but of course that didn't happen.
"Well that wasn't great," Sam said with a little laugh, "want to watch an episode of The Third Light?"
"Sure!" Emma said quickly.
My mind thought about it for a second, I wanted to say no, I wanted to get out of this situation, but I couldn't, The Third Light was our favorite show and we always watched it together. What would be my reason to not want to watch it? I didn't have a reason, or at least not one I could think of on the spot right now. So I did the only thing I could.
"Sounds good," I said while lifting myself off the couch and moving Emma's legs out of the way, "I'm going to get a drink, does anyone want one?"
"Water for me," Emma said, while grabbing her phone as if she couldn't go five minutes without looking at a screen.
"I'm good," Sam replied while getting the show setup.
I walked into the kitchen, and got two glasses out and put them down on the counter. I turned my head around and looked out at the couches to see if anyone was paying attention, they weren't. My hand grabbed a paper towel and I shoved it down the front of my leggings into my panties. I kept it in there for a minute while I let all of my juices soak into it. I had to keep myself from showing how turned I was, and this was the best way I could think of right now.
I threw the paper towel in the garbage and put the glasses under the tap to fill them. As I returned to the TV room Sam pressed play on the remote, and Emma sat up thanking me for the water and taking a sip. I sat back in my seat and started watching the show. Eventually Emma decided to lay down again, only this time she laid on her front, now her knees pushed up against my thigh, her legs bent and feet in the air. I couldn't help myself from looking over at her.
Her legs were spread, meaning I could see right down to where her pussy was being covered by the loose pants. Just knowing that under there was that slutty girl from instagrams pussy made me think dirty things. Her back was exposed from the tank top being pushed so high, my eyes fixated on her smooth skin. "Stop it!" I said in my head and moved my eyes back to the screen, but it only lasted a few minutes. Before I knew it, I was again focused on my daughter beside me. My hands struggled not to reach out and touch her ass. My body felt like it was being pulled apart from the two sides, the good side telling me to watch the show, and the bad side telling me to touch my daughter. It was a battle, and it got harder and harder, but to my relief the good side won and I behaved myself for the rest of the show.
As it ended Sam asked if we wanted to watch another episode, but I said I was tired and excused myself. I got two haphazard "goodnights" from Emma and Sam as I put a few things away in the kitchen and finally walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I laid down on my bed and scrolled through instagram for awhile. Luckily I didn't have Emma's secret account on my phone, otherwise I don't know how I would have stopped myself. I struggled for the next while to not think about Emma, to not get turned on, to stay respectable.
At some point I must have passed out, as I finally came too, my phone laying beside my head on the bed, the lights in my room still on. I groggily sat up and went to the washroom. My mind was still trying to wake itself up. I looked at my bedside clock as I came back to the room and it was 2:35am. I walked past my desk and saw my laptop sitting there, I stopped and thought.
I knew the pervert said I had the day to relax, but maybe he sent me something for tomorrow? I couldn't really fathom why I was so interested in finding out, I chalked it up to not wanting to miss something and have the pictures and videos shared, but I think part of my knew that wasn't the whole truth.
While standing there I opened my laptop, and then clicked on my e-mail waiting for it to load. I could feel my heart pumping, was there going to be an e-mail there? Of course there was, and not just one.
Subject: DID YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY RELAXING?
Subject: DID YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR SLUTTY DAUGHTER?
Subject: I KNOW YOU DID
Subject: CHECK YOUR E-MAILS IN THE MORNING
I just stared at the screen for a minute, not sure if I was reading everything correctly. It took me sometime to fully comprehend what was there on my screen. "Did you think about your slutty daughter?," the words stung me, slapped me, hit me. "I know you did." I couldn't believe what I was reading. Was he watching me in the house too, or was I just being paranoid? How would I have thought anything else? The thing that really bothered me was that it was like he was beginning to know me better then I knew myself. How did he know I was thinking about Emma? How could he know that I liked it? The only way was if they were watching or could see what was happening. But how could they be? My mind was going around in circles, I felt like I was going crazy. At this point I didn't even know what my feelings were, I was just stuck. My hand reached out and slammed my laptop closed.
I stood up and started pacing around my room, my mind racing, thinking about what I could do to get out of this situation. Did he have cameras in my house? Did he know where I lived? This must be someone with connections, or computer hacking skills or something, right? Should I go to the cops? Maybe a private investigator? What about those bug sweeps they do on the TV shows, maybe I could get someone in to sweep the house and see if there was anything out of the ordinary.
As I continued to cycle through all of the options I was always stopped by one thing, one issue, what if they found out and released everything? If they could really see me or listen to me, in more places then there was a chance they would know I called the cops, or an investigator, they would know I was trying to figure things out, and could release my pictures and videos right away.
I tried laying down on the bed to sleep but my mind kept racing. It was late, maybe I was just tired and being paranoid, I didn't know anymore, I couldn't tell. I decided that as long as Emma and Sam were kept out of it I would be fine, I could hold on for now. I know the pervert sent me Emma's secret Instagram account, but she was already doing that, it wasn't like the asshole made her do it. "OK Madison," I said to myself with a deep breath. I closed my eyes, turned off the lights as I tried to relax. I knew a good nights sleep would make everything seem better, so that's what I tried to do, while remembering that I had to check my e-mail in the morning.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:08 PM

I woke up Sunday morning and as soon as my eyes opened I was angry. The day before had been such a nice day, but it was ruined by reading my e-mails at night. The same questions rushed back into my head. How did he know so much about me?
I got out of bed and it was 10:30am already. "Huh," I said under my breath as I walked to the washroom. Maybe being angry made me sleep better? I washed my face as I started to wake up. I knew I had to walk back over and look at my e-mails, I knew I had to see what that fucking asshole sent me, but part of me just wanted to throw my laptop out the window.
My hand opened up the laptop as I leaned against my desk, "let's see what sick thing I have to do today," I said to myself in anger while opening my e-mail.
Subject: HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Fuck you.
Subject: MAYBE A LITTLE ANGRY?
Fuck off.
Subject: ARE YOU STILL THINKING ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER?
Well I wasn't until you mentioned it fucker. My blood was boiling. If I knew who this person was I would kill them.
Subject: OPEN THIS VIDEO
I clicked the e-mail and opened the video that was in it. I thought it would be just another video of me in the classroom so they could remind me of how they could blackmail me and I had to do what they wanted. The odd thing was that the video never played, it just sat there like I hadn't even clicked it. After a few more tries, I gave up and assumed there was something wrong with it. That was until I saw the next e-mail.
Subject: GOOD NOW I CAN SEE AND HEAR YOU
My face dropped. What the fuck? "What the fuck!" I actually said way to loudly. How the fuck can he now see and hear me?
Subject: THAT WASN'T A VIDEO I NOW HAVE CONTROL OF YOUR COMPUTER
My head fell into my hands and I started to cry. For the next few minutes I just sat there at my desk crying and I didn't know what to do to stop it. My life was falling apart all around me and I didn't know how to fix it. My mind just kept racing through all of my decisions, and how bad everything was. I took a deep breath and looked up at the screen again, my eyes blurry and red.
Subject: DON'T BE SAD NOTHING WILL HAPPEN IF YOU DO AS I SAY
"But what are you going to make me do?" I said thinking it was too myself.
Subject: WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE YOU SLUT
I started balling again, tears running down my cheeks, my hands soaked. I wanted to fall on the ground and crawl up into a ball and stay there.
"I have kids! And a life! And a job!" I yelled at the screen hysterically.
Subject: THEN YOU BETTER DO AS I SAY SO YOU DON'T LOSE IT ALL
Subject: NOW GET UP
My eyes looked at the screen and my body reacted, pushing myself up and standing straight. I didn't want to do this, I just did it. My mind wasn't thinking straight and I just couldn't think enough to comprehend what was going on.
Subject: GET CHANGED INTO SHORTS AND A SMALL T-SHIRT NO BRA THONG
My body moved over to my dresser, my mind still trying to catch up to what was happening. My hands pulled the drawers out and I grabbed a pair of grey fabric shorts and an old white t-shirt. I already had a thong on so I pushed my leggings down and slid the shorts on. My hands pulled the shirt of my head and replaced it with the new t-shirt that landed just above my hips. I turned around and looked at my computer again still completely shaken and moving like a zombie.
Subject: YOUR ASS LOOKED AMAZING IN THAT THONG SHOW ME AGAIN
My body did what I was told, I could feel my brain starting to turn back on, but for right now I was still just floating through the motions. I turned so my back was to my computer and bent over, pushing my shorts down and revealing my thong. After a few minutes I pulled my shorts back up and turned around.
Subject: THOSE SHORTS ARE TOO LONG ROLL THEM UP
"Fuck," I said under my breath, but they could have heard it too. My fingers started to roll the waistband of the shorts up once.
Subject: THREE MORE ROLLS SLUT
"Fuck you!" I said louder this time, my anger returning, my eyes still red. I rolled the waistband three more times so that the bottom of the shorts stopped right below my ass.
Subject: NOW TIE YOUR SHIRT ON THE SIDE SO I CAN SEE YOUR STOMACH
I rolled my eyes and did what I was told. I scrunched up the shirt and tied it on my right side. My stomach was now on show, my navel out in the open. My shorts waistband was rolled in a large band showing that I had made them shorter.
Subject: YOU LOOK VERY GOOD NOW GO ENJOY YOUR DAY
Wait, what? "You want me to go downstairs like this? There is NO way I am doing that!" I couldn't let Sam and Emma see me dress like this? I never dressed like this, it would be completely out of the ordinary and they would know something was wrong.
Subject: YOU WILL OR I WILL RELEASE EVERYTHING UP TO YOU
My mind went through the options again, just like usual, trying to figure out a way out, a way to stop this asshole and get my life back, but just like every other time there was no way out that I could see.
"FINE you fucker!" I said moving my head in close to the camera so they could see my disgust.
Subject: AND CHECK YOUR E-MAIL AT 10PM HAVE FUN!
I slammed my laptop shut and swore again. My anger had returned 110% and now I just wanted to punch something. "Deep breath," I said to myself and I did just that. "Deep breath," I told myself again. I continued this again five more times and I could feel my blood pressure lower and my head start to straighten out.
"You can do this Madison. It's just some clothes. Your kids are old enough to see you like this, you're not naked, and you've seen Emma dress with less. There is nothing to be worried about," I told myself while I walked around my room building up my nerve before walking out.
I walked past the mirror and took a look at myself. If I was someone else in a different situation I would think the reflection looked pretty damn good, pretty sexy. Unfortunately it was me in the mirror, and I was being blackmailed to wear this, so I didn't think the same things about. If I'm being completely honest dressing like this did make me feel pretty good, I never got to dress like this, but I was far too angry to think that way. All I had to do now was open my door and walk out.
I felt like a spy or someone trying to sneak out of a room, which in reality was exactly what I was doing. My head looked down the hall towards Emma and Sam's room before darting out and down the stairs to the kitchen. I could feel the air brush against my exposed legs and midriff as I ran. Luckily it seemed like Emma and Sam were still in their rooms. As my heart started to settle down into a normal rhythm I made myself a coffee and went to the couch. My genius plan was to stay on the couch covered in a blanket and watch TV all day, or at least until Sam and Emma were out of the house. I turned on a home and garden show and sipped my coffee for a while. Eventually I heard movement upstairs and someone coming down the stairs towards me. My heart started to beat faster as I got nervous again.
"Hey mom," Emma said as she walked past me and went to the kitchen. I watched her as she went, for some reason she was more dressed up than usual. Tight jeans, a nicer shirt, she must have been going out somewhere.
She came back a minute later and stood beside me sipping a glass of orange juice, "I'm going to go to the mall with some friends, so I'll be back later on," she said.
I turned my head away from the show hoping that my face wasn't blushing red, "sounds good honey, have fun, I'm just going to stay in today," I replied with a less than confident tone. Emma didn't seem to notice.
For the next few minutes we chatted about nothing important as she sipped her juice and I tried to keep myself covered. Eventually there was a ping on her phone and a text that her friends were out front. We said our goodbyes and a second later Emma was out the door and I was free to relax again. The blanket was making me warm so I threw it off me and sat on the couch in just my worn out t-shirt and rolled up shorts. With Sam still upstairs I felt OK relaxing for a few minutes.
As I sat there watching TV, relaxing, sipping my coffee, I actually started to relax. My mind moved away from the person controlling me and just started to be in the moment. That meant being OK with what I was wearing, looking down at my exposed legs, seeing myself in our living room, not hidden in my bedroom. Being free to dress like this was actually a turn on. It wasn't motherly, it wasn't what a teacher should do, but it still felt pretty good. My left hand ran up my leg feeling the skin. I could feel my pussy moisten the more I relaxed. I wanted to reach inside my shorts and play with myself.
I took a deep breath, "NO MADISON," I mumbled while I forced myself to be composed. I got up off the couch and brought my dirty cup to the kitchen. As I was in there washing it I thought I heard some footsteps. My hand pushed the tap off and I listened carefully. Behind my I could hear someone flop themselves down on the couch. I walked slowly to the edge of the kitchen and looked around the corner. Sam was there, lying on the couch where I just was, with the blanket over him. My mind raced, what was I going to do now?
"Mom?" I heard Sam question from the couch.
I didn't know what to say, so I just said what came naturally, "Oh, goodmorning Sam, I didn't hear you there." I was still hidden in the kitchen.
"Mom... I don't feel very good..." he trailed off.
My motherly instincts roared into action and without even thinking I walked out of the kitchen over to Sam. I walked around the front of the couch and kneeled down beside him, "what's wrong honey?"
I could feel his eyes look at my, confused about what I was wearing, his words stumbled out, "uhhhh, ummmm, I, uhhhh, just feel like I have a bit of a cold."
I felt embarrassed being dressed like this in front of my son, but right now I just had to make sure he was OK. I got him soup and made him tea and made sure he was wrapped up in his blanket nice and tight. I could feel his eyes follow me during every task I did, I hoped it was out of shock and not because of anything else. I knew he was 18, but I was also his mother.
For the next few hours Sam stayed on the couch and I sat in the lounge chair and we watched whatever he wanted. I did my best to cover myself up but it was pretty much impossible with what I was wearing. Whenever he needed something I would get it. The rest of the time I stayed there and tried to relax. It really was turning out to be an OK Sunday, relaxing at home, no real tasks to do, even the clothes I was wearing were turning out to be fine. I think once Sam got over the initial shock he was OK with them. His sister would wear clothes like this, or more revealing, so really I wasn't pushing the boundaries that much. For his mom, and a teacher, maybe, but as a 34 year old, not really. I started to feel better about everything somehow.
Eventually, I was broken from my relaxed state. There was a knock on the door. Sam was obviously not going to get the door which meant it had to be me. I got up off the chair and walked over to the door. My hand reached the knob, turned it and pulled the door open just enough so I could push my head past it and see who it was.
"Hi Mrs. Smith, how are you doing?" I asked wondering why our elderly neighbour next door was standing at our door.
"Hi Madison, I just wanted to stop by and talk to you about some work we want to do in the backyard. Do you mind coming over for a few minutes? We just want to make sure we don't disrupt anything in your yard."
I froze. What was I going to say? It was Sunday, I had no reason not to walk over with her, and now I was just poking my head around the corner of my door like a psycho.
"Uh, ya, just give me one second," I said leaving the door slightly ajar and walking back to the living room, "Sam, I'll just be next door for a minute or two, and then I'll be back."
"OK," Sam said obviously not really caring.
I walked back to the door and took a deep breath before pulling it completely open. Mrs. Smith's eyes grew as she looked at me, her eyes taking in my midriff and short shorts. I could feel my nipples harden with the cold breeze, "fuck" I said to myself. It was obvious she was judging me in her head, there was no way she wasn't.
"Follow me," she said as she walked down the steps and out around to her yard. I closed the door behind me and followed. Even though I knew she didn't approve of what I was wearing, she didn't say anything else about it. As I walked I felt like there were a million eyes peering at me. I couldn't see anyone, any of the other neighbours, but I knew someone was looking, someone was staring at this single mother and teacher dressing way sluttier than usual.
For some reason I started to get a little excited, started to feel more relaxed about what was happening. I guess this was a usual thing, the more you do something the more comfortable it becomes, but this was not something I thought I would get comfortable with. We made it to Mrs. Smith's backyard and she went on to explain her plans. Something about a water feature and a rock garden. I wasn't really paying attention, I was more interested in my slowly growing comfort at being in public dressed a little slutty.
After a few minutes she finished explaining her plans and I agreed everything sounded good and if they needed to come through out yard for anything that was fine. We said our goodbyes and she went in through her back door as I walked out into the front. Each step made me pussy feel a little wetter. The fabric from the shorts pulled up and rubbing gently. What the fuck was wrong with me? How was I getting turned on by this?
As I got back around to the front a car pulled up. I froze. I couldn't believe it. How was this my luck? It was Emma returning home from shopping. Her friends car in front of our house, me just standing there. I watched in shock as Emma opened the door and got out, he eyes raising and meeting mine. I could see the shock on her face. I looked past her and saw the shock on her friends face as well. It seemed like time just stopped for a few moments. When I finally came too I quickly rushed inside as Emma got her bags and followed me. I was mortified.
Having people I didn't know, or couldn't see, looking at me was one thing, even an old neighbour I could handle, but my own daughter? I wanted to protect her, to keep her away from this, but the more time went on, the more I seemed to draw her in. I was ashamed.
I was in the TV room waiting for Emma to come in and for us to awkwardly look at each other and say nothing. But instead she went straight up stairs. I took a deep breath and relaxed back into the chair from before watching whatever Sam was watching again. I relaxed a little hoping that Emma would just leave it alone and let it be.
After 10 or 15 minutes there were steps from upstairs, and I knew that Emma was coming down. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel my face get red. Was she going to say something? Was she just going to look at me disapprovingly? Would she say nothing which might actually make it worse? I waited while she came into view.
She looked amazing, which was not good for me. A long t-shirt that went past her ass and some socks pulled up over her ankles, that was all I could see. She came around to the couch and sat down now that Sam had moved his feet out of the way. Her legs came up and she sat cross legged on the couch, and that was when I saw she wasn't wearing any shorts, just a pair of yellow panties. Fuck, I could feel my pussy twitch just from that little sight. My head knew it was wrong, but my body didn't. I turned my head back to the screen and tried not to think about it.
"OK, so, I have to say something," Emma said without any kind of warning. Sam and I both looked at her. "What exactly are you wearing mom?" she let out with a bit of a laugh.
"Ya... what's going on?" Sam added while looking at Emma.
There wasn't any real judgement in their tones, it was just a bit of confusion. I had to come up with something.
"Uh... well... you know..." I was stuttering trying to come up with a plausible reason, "I just felt like trying something a little different."
Both Sam and Emma looked at each other and then laughed before looking back at me.
"Well OK mom, whatever you say!" Emma blurted out, "but seriously, you look good, you're young, and when's the last time you had a boyfriend?"
"Uh, it's been awhile?" I said confused.
Emma just laughed, "well anyway, do what you want, we support you!"
All I heard was laughter from Emma and Sam as they went back to watching the show.
"Well, thanks guys, I guess?" I relaxed a little, not really sure how to take what Emma said, but at least I felt a little more comfortable now wearing this.
For the rest of the night we just chatted and relaxed, watching a movie, ordering dinner. It was a good night. I didn't think of the blackmail, I didn't think about what I was wearing, and I didn't think about Emma, so overall it was a good family night. I really didn't want it to end.
"Do you guys know what time it is?" I asked hoping one of them had their phone with them.
"Uhhhhhh 9:48," Sam said before putting his phone back down.
Fuck. I had to check my e-mail by 10pm according to the asshole. I guess that was the end of the family night.
"Well, I think I'm going to head up to bed, busy day tomorrow," I said as I got up and grabbed the dirty plates. I took them to the kitchen and headed upstairs, "Have a good night you two! See you in the morning."
I thought finally going upstairs and away from people while dressed like this would make me feel better. But as the day had gone on I got more comfortable with how I was dressed, even maybe liking it, so now going back to my room I didn't have the same relief. As I got closer I thought about the e-mails again for the first time in a few hours and the anger and worry came back like a slap to the face.
I walked in, closed my door and opened my laptop and e-mail. It was 9:55pm so I still had a couple of minutes until I was to check, and to my surprise, there was still no e-mail to look at. Maybe there would be no e-mail? But I knew better than that.
At exactly 10am an e-mail finally came through.
Subject: I SEE YOU SHOWED UP EARLY
"5minutes isn't early, fucker!" I said back knowing they could hear me.
Subject: TONIGHT YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME SOME MONEY
I had to read over the line a few times. Money?
Subject: CLICK ON THIS LINK IT'S NOT A VIRUS
I opened the e-mail and clicked on a link really not knowing what I was going to see. I was still confused about how I was going to make him any money.
The screen opened to some kind of website with a black box on the left, and a blank chat log on the right, or at least that's what it looked like. At the top left it had a name, DIRTYMILFTEACH, and below it was some words, "First time, be nice, tokens appreciated."
I was so confused. What was this website? What did they want me to do?
Subject: YOU ARE GOING TO CAM AND MAKE ME $10 WHICH IS 100 TOKENS
"Wait, what?" I said hoping he would explain further. Luckily he did, kind of.
Subject: CLICK ACCEPT PUT YOUR WEBCAM IN FRONT OF YOU AND GET TOKENS
Subject: THE MORE YOU SHOW THE FASTER YOU WILL GET TOKENS
That is when it hit me. This was an adult cam website. He wanted me to get naked for people and for random people to give me money. It also hit me that I didn't sign up so any money I made tonight would almost certainly go to the asshole.
"Wait! What happens if someone I know watches?" I yelled out hoping they were still listening.
Subject: DO AS YOU ARE TOLD SLUT
I didn't know what that meant. Could someone see me? If they did then the blackmail would be over I think. But then I thought about the college, there was no way to get out of that. Fuck. "Fuck you," is all I said back in a defeated tone. My head fell to my hands for a moment before I did what they said.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:09 PM

I pressed the 'accept' button on the screen and the black box changed to a video of me. I looked at myself, seeing how the image changed as I moved, starting to understand how this would work. A big green button floated in the middle, 'READY?'. As soon as I pushed that I assumed my screen would go live.
I grabbed my laptop and moved it over to my bed. On my desk everything was just too close and if I wanted this to be over quickly I knew the perverts on the other side would want to be able to see my body. I laid down on the bed, legs crossed to cover up as much as possible, and I pressed the green button.
Within a few seconds the first message came through, 'hey sexy', and then another, 'you look so hot'. Who were these people? Sitting at home on their computers watching women debase themselves so they can get off? Giving money to the girls who are taking their clothes off. What a bunch of losers. But even as I thought this it was nice to get compliments.
Before I knew it I had 10 people watching me and all I was doing was sitting there, legs crossed, arms crossed on my chest. Really it just looked like I was angry, which I was, but having 10 people watching me was interesting to say the least.
I knew I had to get 100 tokens, and the faster I got them the sooner I could stop this stupid cam show. A message popped up on the chat portion of the screen with the message, "how much for you to uncross your arms?". How much would it cost for me to uncross my arms? The question was weird, and the fact that someone was going to pay me to do it was even weirder. It was like being a prostitute but only offering unfolded arms. Did I like the idea of money being offered? I wasn't sure, it was just very very strange.
"10 tokens," I blurted out before I even thought about what a normal price would be. Almost before I finished saying it, 10 tokens showed up in my account. "Wow," I said, knowing the now 30 people watching me could hear me. My arms removed themselves from in front of my chest showing off my t-shirt covered tits to the camera. The people watching me couldn't see anything other than a 34 year old with a worn out t-shirt on the screen, but for some reason they seemed to really enjoy it. Comments started to show up on the screen like "you're so hot!", "wow you're beautiful," and "take your shirt off!", even though I hated the fact that I was being forced to be on here I must admit reading these comments were kind of nice. Who doesn't like hearing they are beautiful?
People started asking about me uncrossing my legs and I quickly said "40 tokens," and watched to see if the donation came through. Within seconds 40 tokens showed up. At first I thought maybe 40 tokens was too much of a jump, too expensive, but with the speed of the payment I started thinking it was far too low of a demand. Regardless I got what I asked for and now I had to uncross my legs. I smiled at the camera as my legs uncrossed themselves and I spread them wide and bent my knees as I leaned back against my head board. The camera now had a view straight down my legs to my pussy that was covered by my shorts. I had 50 tokens now, and I was just sitting on my bed in a t-shirt and shorts, but the people on the other side of the camera were clearly liking what they were seeing. The comments and compliments kept coming through from the 50 viewers I now had.
"Can we see your ass?" was one of the comments that came through, quickly followed by a second one, "Can you pull your shorts down?"
I only needed 50 more tokens to finish my task for tonight so I spoke to the camera and said, "50 tokens and I'll turn around and pull my shorts down for 10 seconds."
Again the payment came through almost right away, I laughed a little and smiled.
"Wow, you guys really want to see my ass don't you?" I said towards the camera in a flirtatious tone. I don't know why I said it, why I was playing along with this stupid task, but for some reason being fawned over made me enjoy it. I knew I could have just closed the cam and stopped this without showing my ass, but it just seemed wrong after all of the comments.
I turned over on my bed so I was on my hands and knees. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at the camera and smiled, I now had 100 viewers. My hands grabbed my ass and I gave my right cheek a little slap playfully. Then I started to slowly pull down my shorts over my ass, little by little, trying to be sexy as possible. Soon my shorts were down past my ass and showed my panties to the camera. I started counting out 10 seconds in my head, and once I reached 10 I pulled up my shorts, spun around and leaned back in my bed again as I looked at the screen.
The chat box was filled with comments about how I looked, how I should pull my panties down, and how they would fuck me. They all made me smile.
"Sorry guys! That's it! Gotta go!" I said as I moved the cursor over and closed the window. I took a deep breath and brought my hands over my face, my mind trying to comprehend what had just happened. Why did I like it? Why did I like people paying me to do things? Did I like the compliments only or was there something more?
When I stopped thinking about why I had just done what I had done I opened my e-mail.
Subject: WELL DONE SLUT
I rolled my eyes, what a fucker.
Subject: I COULD TELL YOU REALLY LIKED DOING IT
"Fuck I hate you," I said out loud knowing they could hear me.
Subject: I THINK YOU ARE STARTING TO LIKE ME BLACKMAILING YOU
That flipped the switch, anger had returned. "Listen to me you motherfucker, I fucking hate you and what you're doing, and don't ever forget it," I almost screamed back.
Subject: WE WILL SEE
"FUCK YOU," I said back.
Subject: SINCE YOU DID SO WELL TOMORROW YOU CAN CHOOSE WHAT TO WEAR
Subject: BUT IT BETTER BE SEXY
Subject: AND YOU NEED TO MASTURBATE IN CLASS BUT DO IT DIFFERENTLY
My mind stuck on the word "differently", what the fuck did they mean?
"What the fuck does that mean?" I asked, but there was no response. That was it for the rest of the night, no other e-mails came through meaning I was left with coming up with what to do myself. I had a suspicion that that was what the asshole wanted, they wanted me to do something slutty myself, to make me want to do it. Well fuck them. No matter what I did it wasn't because I wanted to do it. At least that's what I told myself as I fell asleep.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:11 PM

I woke up the next morning, Monday, with my mind in high gear. After the weekend of teasing and the webcam show the night before I was feeling horny and that wasn't good for my war with the pervert. I thought back to the night before and how much fun I had showing off. It made my pussy a little wet just thinking about it.
As I got out of bed I remembered the e-mails as well, I had to dress sexy today, but I had no direction. What do they think is sexy? I had to balance what they wanted and what would be appropriate for college. My hands started to dig through my closet and drawers looking for something that would work. What I settled on wasn't something I really liked, and not something I had worn in years, really it was more office attire then college attire, but it was what I had, and I thought it would work.
After my shower and make up I started getting dressed. I slipped on a pair of very small thong panties as I knew my skirt would show anything else. My hands grabbed the tight black skirt and I started to pull it up my body, up over my ass and on to my waist. I reached around and zipped it up from behind. The skirt was just above my knees, and went up to my waist, clinching everything in, but also showing every curve. It looked good on me I thought, but definitely not something I would wear usually. I then picked a white bra and white button up shirt which I did up except for the very top button and tucked into my skirt. I didn't wear any pantyhose, so my bare feet slipped into a pair of sensible black heels. I spun around looking at myself in the mirror. I looked like a different person, so professional, so put together. I looked like someone who actually cared what other people thought when they looked at me. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not.
I headed downstairs to make breakfast as usual and yelled up for Sam and Emma to come down. Eventually I heard footsteps on the stairs and they walked into the kitchen, I could feel Emma's eyes look me up and down as she walked in.
"Wow mom," Emma said, "lookin' good!" there was a definitely chuckle hidden in there.
"Uh, thanks?" I responded, still a little unsure on how to handle this.
"All the boys in college are going to start having a crush on you," Emma laughed as she ate her breakfast.
"I hope not!" I said in shock. The last thing I needed was teenage boys looking at me like a sex object. I already had one pervert using me.
Emma just chuckled, she knew she was egging me on and apparently enjoyed it.
"SAM!" I yelled upstairs gain, "Do you know where your brother is?" I asked Emma next.
"Nope, I didn't hear him this morning," she said while eating and checking her phone.
"Fuck," I said probably too loudly, but it didn't seem like Emma heard. I realized then that swearing was becoming a little too easy for me lately.
I left the kitchen and walked upstairs and knocked gently on Sam's door but heard nothing in response. My hand turned the knob and I walked in to see him still sleeping under his blankets.
"Sam, you have to get up and get ready," I said while gently rocking him. He started to stir.
"I still don't feel welll," he mumbled out. I sat on the edge of his bed and looked at him, and then at the time.
"Hmmmm, OK, well why don't you stay home today, I'll tell the college when I get there," I wasn't really sure how sick he was, but I was running late and he's old enough to make his own decisions, so it was what it was. "I'll see you later, hopefully you'll be feeling better," I said softly as I left his room and closed the door before heading back down to the kitchen.
"Ready to go?" I asked Emma as I walked in.
"Where's Sam?"
"He's not feeling well so he's staying home today."
"Ya, sure he is," Emma said with a smirk. I didn't disagree with her, but it was what it was, we were already going to be late. We walked out and went to college, just the two of us. As we got there and I parked Emma has one last thing to say before we parted ways, "Hopefully the boys don't stare at you too much today!". I could feel the blushing run into my face but Emma was already gone, meeting up with her friends before walking into the college.
As I stepped out of the car myself and started to walk into the college towards my class I could feel the eyes peering at me. I didn't really understand it, I wasn't showing a lot of skin, my skirt was almost down to my knees, my shirt covered all of my arms, I wasn't even showing any cleavage, but for some reason people seemed to notice me. I knew my clothing was different then what I normally would wear, my skirt was tight and I hardly ever wore shirts like this, but still, it was just clothing. I pushed on and continued to my classroom through all the peering eyes. I could hear people whispering as I walked by, looking at my ass while I passed. I would be lying if I said I didn't start to like the attention. Last night was people I couldn't see, but now these were people who saw me and I could look at in the eye, for some reason it made it even hotter, even dirtier. I could feel my pussy getting wet.
My first class started and I tried to compose myself. I could tell the students in front of me where talking about me, about what I was wearing. I just tried to focus on the work in front of me, on doing my job, on teaching. Every time I got up from my desk I could see student's eyes raise from their books and look at me. As I walked through the aisles as they read I felt their eyes follow me. For some reason today students seemed to have a lot more questions as I walked by, forcing me to bend over and help them, giving a better view to the students around them. One time I dropped a piece of chalk on the floor and had to bend over to pick it up, I felt like laser beams were focused on my ass from the students eyes.
Each class was the same, and each class turned me on more. I loved the feeling of people looking at me, at wanting to see me. I never realized this about myself before. Maybe it was because I've been alone for so long, I haven't had the attention I needed, or maybe it was just another one of my kinks, but whatever the reason was, I liked it.
As my third class finally came to an end I was so ready to get off, to fuck myself and cum right here in the class room. As the last student walked out before lunch I was about to close the door when my brain shifted into mother mode. Sam. He was at home sick and I knew the right thing to do was to go and check on him. My eyes looked up at the clock and I had just over one hour until my next class. I went through the timing in my head, I could go home to check on Sam, rush back, get off as I had to do, and then be ready for my next class all in an hour; if I hurried.
I shoved my papers in my desk, grabbed my purse and walked quickly out to the parking lot. I could feel my skirt slip slowly up my legs as I walked, not by a lot, but just the feeling of the extra exposure for some reason turned me on even more. It was starting to feel like I was discovering this hidden part of me. I knew about my love of getting stretched out, but this was something new, something I hadn't tried before, being exposed a little, having people look at me, maybe even want me, it was hot and turning me on.
I got to my car and quickly drove home, I wasn't really thinking of much until except for being quick and efficient. As I opened the door and walked in I almost immediately heard some weird sounds, something like from a TV or computer. It sounds like Sam was awake and watching something, it sounded like Sam wasn't nearly as sick as he let on this morning. Annoyed I walked up the stairs towards his room. The closer I got, the more I started to hone in on what the sounds were, not just regular TV sounds, there was moaning and swearing, I was almost certain he was watching porn. So he said he was sick and then stayed home to jerk off? I was pissed off at this point. Here I was rushing home to check on him and this is what he is doing?
In retrospect I should I have known not to do this, but I did it anyway, I walked up to his door and opened it without knocking. What I saw inside shocked me beyond belief, and I know it shocked him to see me in his doorway.
As I walked in my eyes adjusted to the darkness in his room, the blinds drawn shut, the only light coming from his computer screen. The image he was staring at was of a blonde teenage looking girl getting double penetrated by two giant black cocks. If I wasn't in such shock I would have found the scene to be hot beyond belief, but I couldn't concentrate on that, all I could see was my son, Sam, and what he was doing.
My eyes focused on him as his head turned towards me, a look of absolute horror on his face. He was kneeling on his bed, no shirt on, his hard cock in his hand. But that wasn't what really shocked me. What really made me head spin was what my son was wearing. A pair of red thong panties, my panties. He had them pulled up around his hips, but had the front pulled down so his hard cock could be free for him to stroke. The scene made my head spin. What the fuck was happening?
I stumbled backwards as I tried to leave the room. "I'm sorry...," I stuttered as I left, not knowing what to say. I finally exited the room and ran downstairs leaving his door open. I heard Sam yell, "MOM!" from behind me. I made my way to the kitchen and collapsed in a chair, my head fell into my hands, my brain racing. "What the fuck," I said to myself. I just caught my son masturbating to porn wearing a pair of my panties. Why was this happening? Why was this happening to me? First my daughter with the instagram account, and now my son liked to masutrbate in his mother's panties? It seemed like my world was falling down around me again.
I heard footsteps in front of me, it had to be Sam but I had trouble raising my head and looking at him.
"Mom... I uh... I'm sorry," Sam was struggling to get words out, I kept my head in my hands. "I just, uh, ya..." he continued, obviously not knowing what to say. Neither of us did.
After a minute I finally built up the courage to look at him. My head slowly raised and my eyes moved up his body. He had thrown on a pair of grey sweat pants, the ones that were too tight, he had no shirt on, his skinny body on show. He probably didn't realize it but I could see the sides of the red panties above his pants on either side and it was obvious his cock hadn't full receded yet as I could clearly see the outline. I tried to collect my thoughts as I looked him in the eyes.
"Uh... sorry Sam... I was just shocked," I said, what else was I supposed to say? "It just wasn't what I was expecting."
There was an awkward moment of nothingness, and then finally he spoke.
"I won't do it again..." he mumbled. I could tell he was embarrassed and ashamed at what had happened. Maybe not with what he was doing, but getting caught for sure.
What was the right thing for a mother to say? Should I tell him good and make him feel bad for what he was doing? Masturbating wasn't evil, I was just shocked. I masturbate, and most people do, everyone has their kinks too, me especially. I worked through the responses in my head, and what I finally said was maybe too much the other direction, too positive, but I'd rather be positive and supporting then negative with my kids.
"No, honey, it's OK... you should do what you want, what feels good," I paused before continuing, "we all do what feels good to us, I want you to feel comfortable to do whatever you want, OK? If you aren't sure about something, just talk to me, I promise I'll be open minded, OK?" I said all of this in a calm and measured tone, trying to reassure him. I waited for his response.
"OK... thanks mom... I'm going to go back upstairs," he said while turning around and walking away. I watched as he went, he ass kind of swaying as he walked. I could have scolded him and told him to go to college for the afternoon, but it was obvious he was struggling right now, I didn't want to force him to do anything, at least today.
I got up from the chair and headed back out the door. This lunch period was not going as planned. Beyond the whole Sam ordeal, now I was behind schedule with only 20 minutes until my next class started. I raced the car and drove as fast as I could go back to the college. I almost ran through the yard and college and into my classroom, slamming the door behind me before I locked and closed the blinds. Twelve minutes left. "Fuck!" I said as I ran over to my desk. My mind was racing, I was supposed to do something different than usual. "OK, what do I do?" I said to myself in a panic.
I pushed the stuff on my desk to the side, moving some of it to the floor beside my desk. I kicked off my shoes and slide on to my desk. I leaned back making sure my pussy was pointing towards the door so the pervert could see what I was doing. My legs bent and I pulled the skirt up under my ass. Ten minutes left. I pushed my panties to the side exposing my cunt to the air. My other hand unbuttoned some of my shirt exposing my bra which I pushed down down as the same hand pinched one of my nipples.
My other hand started to rub my clit as I could feel my juices running down my thighs. My mind started to wander. Eight minutes. I shoved three fingers into my cunt right away and started to move them in and out roughly. My hole didn't need to be warmed up, it was always gaping and ready to go. My other hand roughly pulled on my other nipple. I wasn't even thinking about the blackmail, I just needed to get off. As much as I tried not too my mind kept running to one place, back to lunch, back to seeing Sam in my panties and his cock. The more I thought about it the more I thought about his cock, it looked huge now that I thought about it, maybe eight or nine inches I think. Maybe I was exaggerating, I don't know, but it looked amazing, rock hard, his balls cupped by the red panties. Oh fuck I was so horny. I could hear myself moaning outloud as I continued to fuck myself. Four fingers were now jamming their self into my sopping hole. 4 minutes left.
I knew that some students might show up early, I knew I was running out of time, I had to get off right away, right now. I tucked my thumb into my waiting cunt and pushed, my hand easily slipping into my giant fuck hole. My hand balled up into a fist as I reached over my body and I started to roughly fuck my fist in and out of my body. My moaning was loud now, I was getting worried that someone could hear my. My other other came to my mouth to muffle my sounds. The fist in my cunt started to exit and enter harder and harder, all the way out, I was punching my pussy like I haven't done in a while, it was so hot, being on my desk, in my classroom, punch fucking myself thinking about my son's hard cock. Everything was so dirty, so nasty, I just couldn't control myself.
I heard a knock, my time was up, "FUCK," I said outloud, there was no way I could stop myself. I knew I only needed a few seconds more, I kept fucking myself harder and harder until I finally cummed. I could feel my cum juices pour out of my pussy and on to my desk. My head fell back, my body went limp, my breathing heavy and my heart pumping hard. I heard another knock, but my body was too limp to do anything about right now. I had to calm myself, to get myself back to an even keel. The minutes seemed to flow by, my brain not properly functioning. Finally I heard another knock, harder this time. I had to do something or someone would get suspicious. I pushed myself up off the desk and got to my feet, my legs were wobbly.
The first thing I did, and I don't know why I did this was I licked my hand that had been in my pussy, I ran my tongue up and down it tasting myself. I could feel myself blush as I did, but it just felt natural, like the thing I should do, it just happened. After a few seconds though my mind started coming back to life and I remembered where I was. My hands pulled my skirt back into place and I wiped my juices off the desk before putting things back into place. I pulled my bra back into place almost forgetting to do it. I straightened my hair and walked over to the door opening it.
"Sorry everyone!" I said as people starting walking in, "I was just finishing up a phone call."
Luckily I was only about 5 minutes delayed, anything longer and people may have gone to ask questions. As the students kept flowing in and sitting down I started to realize their eyes kept looking at me in a weird way, I was trying to think of what it could be, did I have something on my face? Was I still sweating? Did I smell bad? It was only after everyone was in the room and I started walking back to my desk that I saw what was going on. In my reflection in the window I saw it, my chest, I had forgotten to button up my shirt, my bra was on display, not fully thankfully, but everyone could see it nonetheless. The problem was what could I do about it now? If I did up the buttons now it would draw more attention to the situation. "Fuck" I said in my head. I continued class as usual with my bra out in the open, trying to conceal it as much as possible, but also realizing more and more how much I liked showing off like this. My brain worked overtime for the rest of the class and I was realizing that the blackmailing pervert was somehow bringing out my dirty self more and more. As much as I hated them, I was actually starting to like what was happening. But there was no way I would ever admit that to them. Fucker.
Finally my fourth period class ended and the students left giving me the time I needed to button up the rest of my shirt. I knew that there was no way that news of this wouldn't get out and spread around the college. Almost every student would know about it by the end of the day that was for sure. My face blushed as I realized Emma and Sam would be two of those students, hearing the rumours about how their mom had her shirt undone in class. I shook my head thinking about how my life just kept slowly unravelling around me.
My next class funneled into my class and took their seats. I could hear the whispering again, the stares, the comments. It was obvious that the news had already spread to this class. I tried to ignore it and just focus on teaching but it was hard, I just couldn't wait for the class to end so I could get out of here.
The minutes seemed to tick by extremely slowly, dragging the last class out as long as possible. At one point it seemed like time was actually going backwards. I waited and tried to fill time until I was eventually given reprieve and the final bell rang. The students filed out of the class, and then I grabbed my things and walked out to my car as usual. I tried to ignore the stares, but they just kept coming and forcing their way into my soul. I got to my car and sat down inside, waiting for Emma, and trying to hide myself from anymore peering eyes.
I saw Emma coming from ahead of me and I looked up at her with a smile. She opened the passenger door and sat down, not looking at me or saying anything.
"Hey honey," I said as I backed out of our spot and started driving. All I got in response was silence.
Shit. I was almost certain I knew what was going on. She had heard the rumours about her mother having her shirt undone in class. My eyes stayed straight on the road while my mind tried to figure out what to say, and how to fix this issue. I also thought about how none of this would be happening if it wasn't for that asshole with the e-mails.
"Hey, honey... I think we should talk," I started while slowly driving home, "I'm assuming you heard about my... wardrobe malfunction today... uh, it was just an accident," it really was an accident, even though it hadn't started that way. I didn't mean to have it undone the whole time.
"Was it an accident though mom? Really?" thankfully Emma started talking, but kept looking ahead, "I mean yesterday you're wearing slutty clothes around the house, and now you're showing your bra in class, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:12 PM

Her words hit me hard, I could hear the embarrassment in her voice, but her scolding me really caused me harm. She did have a reason to be concerned though, she was right about how I was acting and what I was wearing.
"Well," I started before I was cut off again.
"I mean, look at what you're wearing today, you NEVER wear anything like that, why ARE you wearing that?" her voice was strained, I had to say something to calm her down.
We pulled into our driveway and I grabbed her hand stopping her from getting out of the car. "Honey, it was a mistake today OK, I didn't mean to have my shirt undone, it just happened, and with the clothes yesterday, I just wanted to wear something different. You even said it was OK, but I understand that when it affects your life, especially at college, it's different... so I'm sorry."
Emma looked at me in the eyes for a moment before saying something. "It's OK mom," in a low tone, "I guess it just kind of shocked me. I guess I can understand you wanting to try different things. Just you know, maybe warn me a bit before you do something so I'm not blindsided by kids at college, OK?"
I took a deep breath. I felt better. "For sure honey... maybe we can talk more tonight? I feel like we might need a little family meeting or something, what do you think?" I looked at her waiting for a response, hopefully a positive one.
I could see the options running through her mind while we sat there until eventually she said, "OK mom, that sounds good," and with that she got out of the car, her shirt pulling up as she left, her leggings covered ass in my view. Fuck, why did I stare again?
After a few moments I also went inside and went up to me room right away. I got out of my tight skirt and white shirt and pulled a hoodie over my head and a pair of loose blue pajama pants over my legs, my bra and thong still on. I knew what I had to do now, talk to my second child. I walked over to Sam's room and knocked this time making sure it was safe to enter.
When I entered I saw Sam laying in his bed reading a book, he really was a good kid. His eyes left his book and he sheepishly looked up at me, pushing the covers a little down from his neck. He just stared, obviously not sure what to say, so I had to start.
"Hey honey, how are you feeling?" I sat down on his bed and felt his forehead.
"Uhhh, better I guess," he mumbled.
"Listen honey, about today, it happened OK, and it's OK, and we need to be honest with each other going forward," I stumbled out as I wasn't really sure what to say, "come downstairs when you feel better and we're going to have a little family talk, OK? There are just a few things I think we need to talk about... does that sound OK?" I said in a simple calm tone.
"Uh, ya mom, that sounds fine," Sam said turning his head back to his book.
I got up off his bed and walked out, eventually making my way down to the kitchen to make dinner. As I stood in the kitchen preparing food I started to think through what I would say to Emma and Sam, how this family talk would go. The more I thought about it the more it made sense, I would say something about us being true to ourselves, about being adults, about trying new things, blah, blah, blah, but the real genius was by saying this I could cover up my weird behaviour from the blackmail. I smiled to myself, extremely happy with my plan. Maybe something was actually going to go right for once.
I finished dinner and called for Emma and Sam to come down. Emma showed up first and was obviously still a little put off by what happened today. She came into the kitchen wearing leggings and a hoodie, grabbed her food and went to eat in front of the TV, I didn't say anything either. Eventually Sam cam down, loose sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, not something he usually wore, and also grabbed his food and went to the TV room, not saying a word either. There was a strange vibe and I was hoping I would be able to ease it before the end of the night.
The three of us sat there eating our food and watching TV in silence, I could feel the awkwardness but decided to wait until after dinner to say anything. My eyes were darting back and forth between Sam and Emma, I didn't even know what we were watching, I could feel nervousness build up inside of me as we all ate. I just wanted to blurt things out and start so I could get it over with.
Eventually we all finished and continued to sit in silence and I knew it was time to finally start the awkward family meeting. "Hey, Sam, can you pause the show for a minute?" I said leaning forward abit in my seat.
Emma and Sam both looked at me. "Well, ummmm, family meeting time?" I said with a little smile, it was uncomfortable, but I had to do it. "I just wanted to say that, ummmm, a few things have happened recently, and ummmm, I just wanted to say that this house, this family, is a safe place for all of us." I stopped, hoping for a comment from Emma or Sam, but I didn't hear anything, so I had to continue, "you may have noticed, OK, I know you have noticed that I've been a bit different lately, and, ummm, I just want you to know that I've just been trying some new things, andddd ummmm, you two can try things too," still silence.
"Like, I have been dressing differently, and if you two want to dress in a way that you want, or makes you comfortable, orrrrr excited or whatever, then you can, in the house for sure, or even out in public, I won't judge. No judgement from me on anything," I finished.
"Ummmm OK mom... I guess I see what you're saying, you just want us to be happy to do what we want, or be what we want, right?" Emma said quietly.
"Yes! Exactly Emma! Like, your other instagram account, how you dress and act, you can do that whenever you want, no need to hide it," as soon as I said it I knew I had made a mistake. Emma's face went red.
"Uhhhh... how do you know about that?" Emma asked shocked.
"Oh, uh, someone told me about it, but they said it was a secret," I came up with a semi-good lie on the spot.
"Oh, well, uhhhh," Emma was stuttering badly, obviously she didn't want me to see that account, "well, OK, I guess it will be good to be able to be ourselves... no judgement from me on anything either."
It was obvious she just wanted to move the conversation away from her extra account, but I hope she also really does want to be free to be herself now.
"Sam?" I asked having not heard anything from him. Emma and I both looked over at him.
"Uhhh, ya, it's just going to take some time to be comfortable you know? Like, we don't know what each other likes, or wants to do, or be, so ya... it might take some time," Sam finally replied while looking down. I knew there was something more there, I mean he was wearing my panties, but at least he seems to be open to being more open, if that makes sense.
"Well, that's good, this is all good!" I spoke up. "I just want us all to be relaxed, and free to be ourselves, whatever that might be, like I said no judgement," I smiled as I stood up, "now who wants ice cream?"
I got up off the couch, picked up the dirty plates, and went to get ice cream. I felt better, lighter, the conversation went well I thought. I knew everything wouldn't be perfect right away, but it was good to talk about things and hopefully we as a family could move forward from here. I brought ice cream back and we continued to watch TV together until we went upstairs to bed. As I got ready for bed I could feel the stress drop from my shoulders, that was until I saw my laptop and knew I should check my e-mails.
Subject: YOU LOOKED GOOD TODAY
I smiled involuntarily.
Subject: YOU LOOKED VERY SEXY BUT TOMORROW YOU NEED TO DRESS SLUTTY
My mind was saying "fuck you", but my pussy was saying "yes".
Subject: YOU REALLY CUT IT CLOSE TODAY
Subject: YOU FISTING YOURSELF WAS AMAZING SLUT
My pussy was getting wetter as I read the subject lines.
Subject: I CAN TELL YOU ARE STARTING TO LIKE IT
The worst part was that I knew they were right, I was starting to like it.
Subject: TOMORROW DRESS SLUTTY AND DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT
Subject: AND GO AND BUY THIS AND CHECK YOUR E-MAIL TOMORROW NIGHT BY 10PM
Subject: GOODNIGHT SLUT
Being able to do what I want felt good, dressing slutty would be hard, but I could try. I clicked on the e-mail with the thing to buy and found it to be a webcam at Best Buy. I'll admit I was confused since my laptop already had a webcam built in, but I knew I had to do what they said. After thinking about the messages for a minute I closed my laptop and went to bed.
While I laid there I thought about the day, me fisting myself on my desk, my shirt being open, seeing Sam wearing my panties and his hard cock, and then over to having to dress slutty tomorrow. As the thoughts ran through my head I was slowing rubbing my clit as I fell asleep.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:13 PM

The sun rose the next morning and I groggily opened my eyes. As my mind came to my hands and arms stretched above my head. I looked at my clock and I knew I needed to get up and get ready for the day. My right hand dropped back down and under the blanket and ran its way along my body, over my stomach and on to my pussy. It stayed there for a moment slowly rubbing my clit. "Mmmm fuck, I'm so fucking horny already" I said softly.
Something had started to change with me that was for sure. I felt hornier then ever almost all the time now. The blackmail, Emma and Sam, doing things in public, the risk, the adventure, it was all so much change and all making me so hot.
My legs kicked the blanket off my body and I walked to the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. I let the hot water cascade over my body as I started to think about what I would wear today. "Dress Slutty" was the instruction, but at the same time I knew I was going to college so slutty was relative. I decided that I would wear a mid thigh sweater dress. It had sleeves that ended at the shoulders and was black. It clung to me and showed off my ass for sure. I knew it would be a little risky for college, definitely not something I've worn before, but really it was a dress, so I wasn't too worried.
I got out of the shower and dried off before heading to my dresser. I slide on a pair of white knee high socks, followed by a black thong and black bra. Finally I pulled on the black sweater dress. I didn't want my bra and panties to show through so everything black seemed like a good plan. The dress was a little tighter then I remembered, it had been a while since I had worn it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled, I looked pretty damn good if I may say so myself. Before leaving my room I dug out a pair of black knee high wedge boots that I hadn't worn in a long time. I sat on my bed and pulled them on, covering up my socks, and zipping them up. I grabbed my books and bag and headed downstairs to throw some kind of breakfast together.
When I arrived in the kitchen Sam was already there, sitting at the table on his phone.
"Good morning Sam," I said as I walked over to the fridge to grab the milk.
"Good morning," I heard back without his head ever raising from his phone.
Hurriedly I grabbed three bowls and the cereal and put everything on the table. Sam and I ate in silence for a few minutes until Emma finally showed up. She walked into the kitchen with her bag over her shoulder. My eyes raised from the table to take a look at her and say good morning but I couldn't quite get the words out. Right in front of me was my daughter wearing clothes that I've never seen her wear to college before.
"Uh, good morning," I said a little stunned.
"Good morning mom," she said back taking a seat beside me.
"Well that's a different outfit," I smirked, my eyes running down her body looking at what she had one. Black leggings hugged her legs and ass perfectly, but that wasn't the different part, on top she had a white cropped t-shirt that showed off a lot of her midriff. That was the difference. Usually she wears baggy shirts, but today she was completely showing off. She looked amazing.
"Ya, well, I could say the same to you," she said back with a little bit of attitude, "plus you said we should wear and do what we want."
I thought for a second before replying, "You're right I did, and you look good, so it's OK with me if me wearing this is OK with you."
She looked up at me and smiled, "you look good too mom."
We all finished breakfast and made our way to college. The ride was pretty much silent. I knew why I was being so quiet, but I'm not sure about them. My mind was on the day ahead, and especially what I was wearing and how it would go over in class today, and I would be lying if I didn't say a small part of me was thinking about Emma and her new style today. This was exactly the kind of revealing clothing she was wearing on her other instagram account, in my head I thought "I hope she dresses like this more", but immediately stopped myself.
We pulled up to the college and Sam and Emma hopped out quickly, saying goodbye, and walking to their classes. I watched as Emma walked away, her ass swaying, her lower back on display. "Fuck," I said to myself still sitting in the car.
Eventually I made it to my first class and got ready to teach. I could feel my heart racing a little. It wasn't so much that the dress showed more skin, but it was so much tighter and form fitting than anything I had ever worn to college before and I didn't know what the reaction would be. The students started to file in, one by one and I smiled at them as they did. I could see them eye me up and down as they smiled back. They could tell that I was wearing something different, and I could tell that they could tell. My heart started to beat faster.
As the class went on I could feel the students eyes on my. While I was facing them and speaking they tried to hide their stares, or at least some of them did, others I could tell were focused on my chest, straining to look through the knitted fabric. As spun around to write on the chalkboard there was no denying that all of the eyes were directly on me, especially my ass, again struggling to see more of me.
The feeling of being this object to be gawked at was weird. On the one hand I was nervous, this was a classroom, my job, my life, and it was all at risk to some degree. But on the other hand it was exhilarating. There was a rush about being this object, about teenagers looking at me, wanting to see me. I could feel myself getting turned on by my students and their desire for me. I wanted nothing more than to lift up my dress and start to finger myself, but I knew I couldn't do that. I had to resist at least for a little while.
Finally class ended and I held the door open as everyone walked out. They all took one more glance at me before leaving, I smiled back. As the last student walked out I closed the door, but didn't lock it or close the blind, I only had 10 minutes until my next class.
I moved over to my desk and sat down in my chair. My mind relaxed for a moment before it started to think about all of those eyes on my body. I could feel my pussy dripping from all of the arousal. I turned myself slightly towards the door, I wanted my blackmailer to see what I was doing, I knew I had to show off for him, but some part of me also wanted to show off for him. It was hard to admit it, but it was also so slutty that I loved it. I spread my legs a little, the rush of doing this without the blind down or the door locked was making me even hotter. My legs spread more and I ran my hand down my thighs and between my legs. I pulled the hem of my dress up exposing my panties. My eyes were locked on the window and the door being ready to hide myself if anyone came by. I gently touched my mound over my panties and my head fell back for a second in ecstasy. Slowly I rubbed my cunt. I could feel how wet my panties were as I gently rubbed myself, my eyes locked on the door, my legs moving further and further apart. I knew I didn't have enough time to get off, to fuck myself like I wanted too, but I was just loving the feeling, the moment of sitting here, so close to being caught, turning myself on even more. It was amazing. I was losing myself, it was scary and great at the same time.
As the 10 minutes came to an end I composed myself, closing my legs, standing up and straightening my dress before opening the door and letting the students in. The next class went just like the first. Eyes upon eyes focused on me, on my body, what I was wearing, and I soaked every bit of it in.
My lunch break was finally here and I decided in a little act of defiance I wouldn't just stay in my class and fuck myself like my blackmailer obviously wanted. They said I could do what I wanted, so this was my way of showing them I didn't want to fuck myself in my class. The thing was that wasn't really the truth. I really did want to rip my panties off and fuck myself, right on my desk, but I forced myself not too, to try to be normal, and to fight back, even if it was just a little bit. I was so turned on from the stares, but I had to hold back.
I went to the teachers lounge and grabbed lunch and chatted with a few other faculty members while I was there. I could feel a few eyes on me even there, but less than before as they obviously had their own work to do, and to be fair they were all older than me anyway. After my visit to the lounge, and having normal human conversations I felt a little more balanced. Still turned on, still horny, but less overwhelmed.
My classroom was empty for another 20mins or so and I decided to try to actually do some work which is what I used to do until everything started to fall apart. I opened my papers and my laptop and got to work marking and making some changes to class plans. My mind was relaxed and I felt good. That was until I saw a notification pop up in the corner of my screen that there was a new e-mail. For some reason I just knew that it was from my blackmailer. The person who was turning my life upside down. The one making me change how I thought about everything. I opened my e-mail and read the subject.
Subject: TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES AND BRA FOR THE REST OF THE DAY SLUT
Subject: DON'T DENY YOU LOVE IT I SAW YOU EARLIER
For some reason, some unknown god awful reason I smiled. As soon as I realized I did I stopped it, I forced it into a frown, I tried to be angry, to show the bastard that I wasn't happy, but I knew he saw the smile, and I knew that my anger wasn't really there. I wanted to take my panties off, I wanted to take my bra off, I wanted to show off more. My mind was on fire, and without even trying to stop myself I opened my legs, lifted myself off my chair and slide my panties down and off my legs, and quickly putting them in my bag. The air hitting my wet exposed pussy felt amazing and I let out a soft moan. I glanced over to the door, still unlocked, the blind not down, how was I going to get my bra off I thought. A deep breath, and then I did it, pulling my dress up my body and over my bra. I my hands moved quickly reaching behind me, unclasping my bra, grabbing it and putting it on my desk. For a split second I was basically naked in my class, my dress bunched up above my chest, the door unlocked, window uncovered, anyone could walk in and see me. The rush was amazing, the fear, the excitement, I loved it, my pussy had never been so wet. I pulled my dress back into place and took a deep breath while putting my bra into my bag.
I only had a couple of minutes left until my next class so I put my computer and papers away and got up to try to calm myself, to relax. It felt so strange walking around in class without panties and a bra, but also amazing. I could feel my dripping pussy between my legs, I was already worried about my juices running down my thigh while teaching. The rough material of my dress was rubbing against my nipples making them rock hard. Fuck I was so turned on.
My next class came in to the room and just like the other classes they looked at me, staring. I don't think they could tell I didn't have panties or a bra on, but maybe the could, I couldn't be sure. Emma walked into my class and I realized I had completely forgotten I had her today. I immediately blushed, and I think she saw, she knew, something was different. My eyes watched as she walked by me, I tried not to stare but it was hard with how I was feeling and what she was wearing. Her leggings showing offer her amazing legs and her cropped shirt letting everyone see her toned stomach. Somehow my pussy felt even wetter.
Class went on like usual, eyes staring, my heart racing, my pussy dripping. I continued on as best I could until the class did their own work and I could sit down. I sat there, trying to think of other things, trying to focus on class, on my work, on my life, not on my dripping cunt. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop myself. Behind my desk my legs moved slightly apart giving my hand access. My right hand started to slowly rub my gushing hole, I couldn't believe how wet I was. What kind of slut was I turning into? Rubbing my pussy during class, students just feet away, so close to being caught, and I was getting more turned on.
My eyes looked out over the class and I focused on Emma. Her head raised, I hoped she couldn't tell what I was doing, she smiled at me and I smiled back. She raised her arms above her head stretching, making her shirt rise with them, forcing the material up and showing off the bottom of her white lace bralette. Fuck. She was so hot, so sexy, but also my daughter. My mind was breaking, being forced apart between being her mother, and wanting her. I drove two fingers into my sopping pussy.
I sat there slowly finger fucking myself, trying to keep my nasty deed hidden from my class, until the bell finally rung. My fingers slid out of my hole covered in my juices. I wiped them on my dress. As I stood up to let students out I straightened my dress and tried to look composed. Emma walked up to me, "see you later mom, " she said with a smile. I smiled back, watching her walk out, staring at her ass. I was the worst mother.
The next class came in shortly after and the same games continued. The stares, the wet pussy, fingering. It all drove me crazy and I was starting to love it. The day finally ended and I grabbed my things, including my bag with me panties and bra inside. As I walked through the halls and back outside to my car the students eyes kept looking at me, I loved it. I could feel the dress slowly rise up my thighs as I walked, my bare pussy getting closer and closer to being uncovered. I knew it wasn't even close to happening, but just the thought of showing everyone my gaping, used, fuckhole was so hot.
I made it to the car and waited for Emma and Sam to show up. Sam got into the back and Emma in the front. As we drove home my eyes kept darting down to Emma's legs, and midriff, sometimes even her chest. I don't think she noticed since she was so enthralled with her phone. Eventually she put it down and spoke up.
"You looked good today mom! I really like this dress on you, why don't you wear it more often?" she asked while looking over to me.
"Oh, I don't know, it just wasn't something I thought was appropriate, but I guess now I do?" I said awkwardly and with a little laugh.
"Well trust me, you definitely got a lot of people's attention today," Emma said with a smirk while her hand moved over and felt the material of the dress on my thigh. Little did she know that I didn't have any panties under it. "The material is really nice, maybe I should borrow it sometime," she smiled again.
We arrived home and went our separate ways. I went to the kitchen and started to make dinner still wearing my dress with no panties or bra, my boots off but my socks still on. It was a simple dinner but my mind wasn't on making a nice dinner, it was on my pussy and needing to release some tension. Once dinner was made I called Emma and Sam and we all ate quickly before going up to our rooms. It was still early, but obviously we wanted a little time to ourselves.
My bags fell on my bed as I grabbed my laptop and opened it up while sitting at my desk. I was anxious and excited to look at my e-mail, to see what my blackmailer had sent me. The part of me that was fighting back, the part wanting it all to stop was shrinking, and the part of me that wanted it, loved it, needed it was growing. It was scary, and exhilarating and amazing. I opened my e-mail and started reading.
Subject: YOU LOOKED GOOD TODAY
Subject: I COULD TELL YOU ARE A HORNY SLUT
Subject: TOUCHING YOURSELF IN CLASS YOU NASTY WHORE
The word "whore" was new, was harsher, nastier, I loved it.
Subject: DID YOU LIKE ALL OF THE STUDENTS LOOKING AT YOU
Without even thinking I said it, "Yes."
Subject: I KNEW IT
Subject: YOU ARE LIKING THIS NOW YOU LOVE IT YOU WANT IT RIGHT?
"Yes." I was ashamed, embarrassed, but my pussy was absolutely dripping it was so wet.
Subject: DID YOU GET THE WEBCAM?
"FUCK! No, I completely forgot!"
Subject: NOT GOOD SLUT NOW YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED
I started to get worried, "I'll do it tomorrow, please!" I said hoping to stop whatever punishment it might be, I really had no idea what it could be, but it worried me.
Subject: DON'T WORRY YOU WILL LIKE IT YOU SLUT
Subject: GO DOWNSTAIRS AND WATCH TV WHITE T-SHIRT THONG NOTHING ELSE
My mind quickly glanced over the words and put the items together, no bra? "Wait, I can't do that, a white t-shirt and no bra, and a thong? That's too much!"
Subject: DO IT OR ELSE AND SHOW ME BEFORE YOU GO
"Fuck... fine," I said as I got up. I pulled my dress over my head exposing my naked body before bending over and pulling my socks off. I was a little mad, but mostly turned on. I kept putting on this show of anger for the asshole blackmailer, but he was right, I liked it. I grabbed a long white t-shirt with some print on the front and threw it on before sliding on a pink thong. I turned back to the laptop to show off my new outfit
Subject: NO YOUR SHIRT IS TOO LONG CHANGE IT
"Too long?" I thought to myself. My hands started to rummage through my drawers for something shorter until I eventually found an old one I hadn't worn in years. I threw off the long one and pulled the shorter one on. My eyes darted to my mirror first to see just how short it was. It came down and covered only half of my ass, my pussy only just covered. Any movement, walking or sitting, would uncover my panties, showing off my pink thong. It made my pussy tingle.
Subject: MUCH BETTER SLUT NOW GO DOWNSTAIRS
Subject: AND CHECK YOUR E-MAIL BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP
I exited my room and started walking down the stairs. My hands made no attempt to cover myself up, to hide my panties, there really wasn't any chance to do it anyway. I could hear the TV downstairs meaning at least one of my children was down there, meaning at least one of them was going to see me dressed like this. If it was Sam it would worry me a little, if it was Emma it would turn me on. As I continued to descend I looked around the corner to see who was there, to see what child I would be showing off too. Of course they were both there, Sam and Emma sitting half watching TV and half on their phones. "How the fuck was I going to do this?" I thought in my head. There wasn't anyway to avoid it, all I could do was go forward and be confident. I walked down the last step and into the living room.
I moved quickly over to the open chair and grabbed a blanket as I went. I knew that they both looked at me and saw what I was wearing, maybe they even saw my ass as I sat down, but at least now I was covered, now I could stay here until they went up to bed.
"What are you guys watching?" I asked trying to break the ice.
They both answered in unison. Both looking over at me. My face turned a slight shade of red, and my heart raced. I just sat down with my kids in a t-shirt and a thong. What kind of mother was I? The only answer right now was 'a horny one'.
"You know mom, if you're cold you could put pants on," Emma chuckled while looking over at me. I smiled back, not knowing what to say.
"How about we just watch the show?" I said back a little too sternly. I was the one that wasn't wearing pants, that was doing something strange and wrong, not her.
As the show continued on the blanket started to feel warm. I could feel myself start to overheat, to start to want to remove the blanket from my body, but I couldn't, I fought back, I didn't want to expose myself anymore to Emma and Sam.
The minutes ticked by and I had to slowly push the blanket down my body. First I moved it from my neck down to my waist, now exposing my t-shirt with no bra underneath. I could feel my nipples pushing against the thin worn out material. My head turned to look at Emma who was sitting across from me to see if she was looking, but thankfully she wasn't, her eyes still transfixed on the screen in front of us.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:14 PM

A few more minutes went by and I continued to feel warm, at first I uncovered one knee, and eventually the second. I crossed my legs and placed the blanket between them, now only covering my thong covered pussy. It felt so warm and sweaty under the blanket, it was wet, and turned on, but I couldn't do anything, not now, not yet. "How much longer was this show? How much longer until Emma and Sam went to bed?" I thought to myself trying to look normal, trying not to seem like I was struggling or doing anything out of the ordinary.
When the episode finally ended I let out a soft 'phew' as I knew this torture would finally end. I would finally be able to get out of here and back to my room. I waited for Sam and Emma to get up, to say goodnight and leave, but it never happened, they stayed seated as another episode started on the screen.
"We're watching another one?" I asked a little worried.
"Ya," Sam answered adding nothing else.
I sat there worried. I knew there was no way I could keep the blanket over me any longer, I could feel the sweat building on my inner legs, the heat was killing me. If I took the blanket off I would expose how little coverage I had again to my children. And on top of that I would have to decide if I should get up and go to my room and let Emma and Sam see me as I walked out, or stay seated and watch the show. What option was best? What option would expose me the least?
I moved the blanket off my legs and the cool air flowing into the heated area felt amazing, I was instantly feeling better, less stressed. I took a deep breath as I sat there. My legs were still crossed, and I tried to focus on the show, now feeling more relaxed and better. As the show went on my legs parted a little, slowly, inch by inch. It wasn't on purpose, it just happened, I was getting comfortable and wasn't even thinking about it.
I looked over at Emma and she looked at me and smiled. That was when I realized my panties were showing, my legs had moved far enough apart that the pink material was on show, and my daughter could see them. My face turned bright red again.
My body didn't move, and I didn't try to cover myself up, the situation was what it was, and trying to cover myself now would make it more obvious, or at least that's what I thought. For the rest of the show I sat there, legs spread a little, panties out in the open, feeling nervous yet excited. My mind couldn't focus on the show anymore and time seemed to slowly move by as I was constantly thinking about my display.
Thankfully time was moving at normal pace and the show did end. Emma and Sam went to bed first as I sat there, trying to be normal, but I knew I wasn't, I just didn't want them to see me anymore, I felt bad about the whole thing. This was the part of me fighting back, fighting against the slutty part of me, and I was glad I could still control myself to some level.
When the room was empty I finally got up, my t-shirt falling down just covering my panties. I felt good being this free, being able to move around with so little on, even if I also knew I couldn't do it with Emma and Sam around.
I got up to my room and checked my e-mail as I was told to. By this point of the day, after being so turned on for hours the only thing I wanted to do was lay down on my bed and fuck myself until I cummed. Nothing else, just that. My e-mail popped up.
Subject: DID YOU HAVE FUN?
Subject: I KNOW YOU DID YOU SLUT
Subject: TOMORROW YOU NEED TO WEAR A SKIRT
Subject: I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR
Subject: NOW FUCK YOURSELF AND GET OFF LIKE YOU WANT TOO
My eyes scanned over the words before me. Nothing shocked me anymore. If I was being truly honest with myself everything on the screen was a little boring. A skirt? No problem. Fuck myself? I was going to do it anyway. In some weird way I was feeling like I was moving beyond this fucker behind the screen, my own underlying sluttiness was driving me on further then they were. But at the same time I knew this could change at any point, I knew I still had to do the tasks they presented, even if they weren't enough for me, I would do them.
I shut my computer and laid down on my bed. My hand immediately went to my pussy, rubbing myself over my panties. As my fingers pushed their way into the fabric I could feel my gape beneath them. My ruined hole just waiting for something to push its way into it. As my fingers roamed I started to moan, thinking back on the day, how I wore the sweater dress, no thong or panties, how I sat watching TV in just a t-shirt and a thong, the same thing I was wearing right now.
I lifted myself off the bed and slipped my panties off exposing my cunt to the air. Three fingers sunk themselves into my sopping hole, there was so much room in my hole today, it was so ready to be destroyed, to be stretched and opened like I loved. I stopped trying to control myself and squeezed my five fingers together and started to press them into my pussy. After a couple of tries my hand slipped into my waiting cunt. Feeling the stretch as my fist slipped in to my wrist was amazing. It had been awhile since I had really fisted myself, and doing it again made me remember how much I loved it.
With my wrist bent uncomfortably over my body I had to move into a better position. I scooted back and leaned against my headboard giving me better access to my hole. My hand started to move in and out a little, just slightly, maybe an inch, I kept doing that as my hole started to get more comfortable with the size in it. My other hand came down and started to rub my clit, moans were escaping my mouth. My hand was starting to move out and in more, I could feel my knuckles starting to reach the edge of my cunt, pulling it open before I pushed it back into my pussy. I rubbed my clit harder as my hand moved faster and faster in my hole. Finally I pulled it completely out of me, my cunt gaped, I looked down at it, my lips wide open, I stared for a moment before I pushed my first back in. I kept it balled up, I wanted to feel the width, I wanted to feel myself take it, I wanted to push myself, my hand moved deeper into me before I pulled it out completely again. I could almost hear a pop as it came out. Back in my fist went before I pulled it out again, over and over, faster and faster. I started to fuck myself with my clenched fist, completely out, and then deep inside.
As I fucked myself harder my orgasm grew. I kept rubbing my clit as I fisted myself. I loved it, I was lost in a world of pleasure. I continued to fuck myself and I completely forgot about the blackmailer and was just focused on how much I loved what I was doing. I need to get back to destroying my holes, I loved it, why did I stop?
In and out my hand went, slamming into my cunt, and during one final punch into me I finally felt the orgasm explode through my body. "FUCCKKKKKK!" I roared out not caring at that moment who heard me. My hand slipped out of my hole and I gently rubbed my gaping cunt. It was amazing how I could rub the slight prolapse that was waiting there for me. I was sweaty and exhausted. I thought about getting up and putting on pajamas but stopped myself. What was the point anyway. My life was changing, for better or worse, my inner slut was breaking free. I turned off the lights and closed my eyes, gently rubbing myself as I fell asleep, dreaming of the days to come.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:16 PM

I woke up on Wednesday morning refreshed. My mind raced back to the day before, the night before, and realized it must have been the mind blowing fist fucking orgasm I had. My head fell back on the pillow as I took a deep breath. Everything that had happened recently seemed overwhelming. The blackmail, the riskiness in class, the awkwardness and the changes with Emma and Sam. It was all just coming so quickly and I felt like I needed a break. The bad news was I couldn't have one right now, I had to go to work, I had to be an adult for my kids, and worst of all I had to do what the blackmailer wanted.
I laid there for a few more minutes thinking about everything. I couldn't believe how turned on I had been lately, how much I had loved risking everything in class, and how hard I had been getting off. But as my mind raced over everything things started coming up that weren't as good. If I got caught at college how would I support Emma and Sam? I couldn't teach anymore, and we would have to move for sure, how would this affect my kids life? And even our home life had changed, Emma and Sam were now free to wear and be who they wanted, and so was I, I guess, and this wasn't bad, but it was a change from where we had been, and it was all because of the blackmailer. My life was changing in ways that I wasn't expecting from the blackmail, and I think that was what bothered me the most. It was affecting everything, not just me, and that was not good. With some increased resolve I got out of bed and headed for the shower.
I exited the bathroom in my robe and opened my laptop while standing. A new e-mail.
Subject: DON'T FORGET THE CAMERA TODAY!
That was it, one e-mail, one reminder. "Fuck" I said to myself as I closed my laptop again. I had to remember to pick up the stupid webcam today sometime, there was no way that I wanted to get "punished" again, who knows what the fucker would want me to do this time.
I knew I had to wear a skirt to class today, that was the one request. My desire to fight back was returning, and even though I knew I had to follow the rules, I didn't have to do anything beyond them. It would probably piss them off, but I didn't care, I had made up my mind.
I rummaged through my closet looking for a skirt, something sexier than usual, but nothing crazy of course. I pulled out a dark blue skirt that I knew ended about 4 inches above my knees, it was slightly pleated and light and flowy. I actually loved this skirt, but never intended for it to be worn to college. Even though this was definitely pushing the boundaries of what I would wear to class usually, I knew exactly how I was going to cover myself up. On top I wore a loose high quality t-shirt something I had worn before that showed off exactly nothing. On top of this I wore a long cardigan that flowed down below my knees, allowing my skirt only to be seen from the very front. And as a final touch of defiance, a pair of flat black shoes. I looked as comfortable as I could, and even though I didn't dress unsexy, it was 100% a step down from the last few days. I smiled at myself in the mirror, "Fuck you," I said thinking of the blackmailer.
I made breakfast for Sam and Emma while I smiled to myself, happy with my decision to not give in to the blackmailer. Eventually they arrived in the kitchen and sat down. Sam was back to his regular tight shirt and jeans, and Emma seemed to be taking every chance she had to dress sexier with her new freedom, today wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a black tank top. If she liked it, it was OK with me. I said nothing and sat down.
We all finished our food with just a little small talk for flavouring and headed out the door. The three of us sat in the car as I drove us to college, all silent, all in our own minds. It was a quiet ride, but somehow not an awkward ride. I pulled into the parking lot, we all got out and said our goodbyes.
As I headed to my first class I felt in charge, powerful, unable to be beaten, there was no way the blackmailer was going to get the better of me today, I had a plan, and I wasn't going to break. I left my phone in the car, removing one way for the blackmailer to get to me. I brought my laptop with me, but I was determined not to open it during the day. Today was a day where I was in control.
The first couple of classes went by as usual. My skirt was shorter, but the sweater seemed to dissuade onlookers from really noticing. My lunch period was next, I went to the teachers lounge, ate my lunch and chatted with some of the other teachers, the bottom line was I was nowhere near my laptop, or the classroom. The rest of the day passed by and before I knew it I was done, I had done it, I didn't interact with the blackmailer, and I didn't masturbate in class. The best thing was I fulfilled his task, I wore a shorter skirt. Done. What could they possibly say?
Sam and Emma both had something going on after college, a club, or something, regardless I didn't have to drive them home. It worked out well since it meant I could go and purchase the webcam I needed to get. I drove the Bestbuy, grabbed the camera and went home. Everything just seemed easier today.
When I finally got home I went upstairs and had a shower, my plan was to wait and not check my e-mail until I was ready, not when I was forced too. I felt confident with this decision, I felt in control. The shower seemed to wash away any other worries I had. I dried off, put on a pair of comfy panties, sweats and a hoodie. "Fuck you" I said as I picked up my laptop and walked downstairs.
I poured myself a glass of wine, a little early, but it was what I needed, I sat myself down on the couch, my legs and bare feet tucked under me, and I opened my laptop. I was almost certain there would be a long list of angry e-mails threatening me, but again I was confident, I fulfilled my task. Could I reason with a blackmailer? I didn't know, but I had to control my life, and this was my chance. I clicked and looked at my e-mails.
To my surprise there weren't as many as I thought.
Subject: NICE SKIRT, BUT LOSE THE SWEATER
Subject: SLUT YOU BETTER DO WHAT I SAY!
And then nothing for hours, this is what was surprising.
Subject: YOU THINK YOU WON?
Subject: MAYBE YOU DID WHAT I SAID, BUT NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE THINGS HARDER
Subject: YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF SLUT
Another hour of no e-mails and then:
Subject: DID YOU GET THE CAMERA SLUT?
"Yes" I said out loud knowing that whoever the blackmailer was could hear me, or would hear me, or however it worked. I waited a few minutes for a response but nothing came, I closed my laptop and watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy, drinking my wine and relaxing for what seemed like the first time in forever.
Sam and Emma both returned home shortly after and went up to their rooms leaving me to continue my episode in peace. When it finally ended I checked my e-mail again and there was finally a response.
Subject: DO AS I TELL YOU
Subject: CONNECT THE WEBCAM TO YOUR COMPUTER AND SET IT UP
Subject: ONCE DONE DISCONNECT IT
Subject: AND PLACE IT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM WHERE I CAN SEE EVERYTHING ON THAT FLOOR
Subject: OH AND YOU MIGHT WANT TO HIDE IT SO YOUR KIDS DON'T SEE
Subject: YOU HAVE TWO HOURS!
I swear my eyes bulged when I read the lines. I didn't know what the webcam was for, but I would have never guessed this! He wants to see everything that is happening on this floor? The house we live in is open concept so you can see the living room, dining room and kitchen. My mind was racing again. Any relaxation I had was wiped out in a second. Suddenly I felt like any control I had was gone again.
As I started to get angry again my mind raced through all of the possibilities. If I did what he said what would happen? They would see me, and my kids, in the living area of the house. If I didn't do what they said they would spread everything that had happened around and ruin my career, and probably my life. But what kind of betrayal was this for my kids? For Emma and Sam? I was supposed to protect them, to keep them out of harm's way, and now I was going to let some fucker spy on them? Fuck!
Just when I thought I had some control back in my life I realized that I really don't, that my blackmailer is really the one in control, no matter how much I wished they weren't. I let out a sigh and went to get the webcam. I didn't know what else I was supposed to do. Having my kids on a webcam was bad, but what would it do to them if they found out what I had done? If we had to move? If I lost my job? It all seemed so much worse, but deep down inside my heart was breaking.
Luckily Sam and Emma hadn't come down so I had time to plug the camera in and set it up before placing it where I needed. We had a bookshelf where I placed it and hid it behind some books and knick-knacks. There was little chance Emma or Sam would ever look there or notice it. I checked the view on my computer and I could see almost the whole level, the TV, the couches, the dining table and the kitchen, even the stairs leading up stairs and the front door. If the camera wasn't for such a sick task I would say it would be a great security camera.
I threw the box out and sat back down on the couch to check my e-mail again. I felt defeated. It all happened so quickly.
Subject: GOOD JOB SLUT I CAN SEE EVERYTHING
Subject: NOW YOU BETTER MAKE DINNER
I knew what he meant, make dinner and call Sam and Emma down. He was going to watch us, watch my family, I felt sick, but what could I do?
As I prepared the meal I thought about how my life had changed and how I was now allowing some pervert to watch my family in our own house. A tear rolled down my cheek as the chicken sizzled in the pan.
"Emma! Sam!... Dinner!" I yelled up the stairs. As I did it I turned my head towards the hidden camera and looked at it, somehow I felt like I was looking deep into the blackmailer's eyes. I didn't know if my look portrayed hatred or sorrow, I was hoping for the first.
Sam came down the stairs first and luckily he was dressed like I wanted him to be, long t-shirt and sweatpants. Even though he wasn't the one I was worried about, it was good to know that the asshole watching wasn't going to see anything from at least one of my kids.
The problem was Emma, I had no idea what she was going to wear, but I hoped it was just as covered as Sam. Unfortunately a few seconds later I saw that my hopes were not to be. I watched from the kitchen as Emma walked down the stairs while looking at her phone. Cropped white t-shirt, and I was pretty sure no bra underneath as I could see her nipples poking through. Dark purple cotton sleep shorts hugged her hips and ended a few inches below her ass. They were loose around the legs and flowed as she walked. If she wasn't my daughter I would be turned on if I saw her, but I fought the urge and focused on the dinner in front of me.
The dinner was another silent affair. Sam and Emma seemed to be fixated on their phones and I was moving between seething, worried and sad as my eyes moved between my kids and the camera. Luckily they were sitting on the far side of the table so the camera was mostly picking up my back, my heavily covered back in a hoodie and sweats.
Out of habit I picked up my phone, the first thing I saw was a message.
Message: SINCE YOU THINK YOU CAN IGNORE ME E-MAILS I WILL NOW ALSO TEXT
My heart skipped a beat and my face turned red. I knew right then that no one would ever be able to look at my phone again. The added stress of this thought made me want to cry again, how could I keep this up? How could I manage everything?
Message: EMMA IS LOOKING GOOD TONIGHT YOU DID A GREAT JOB WITH HER
I was so fucking angry. What I wanted to do was walk over to the camera, rip it out of its hiding spot and smash it, but instead I sat there pretending everything was fine.
Message: ASK HER TO GO GET YOU A DRINK
I wanted to turn and give the camera the finger, but again I couldn't, all I could do was comply, what else could I do?
"Hey, honey... could you grab me a diet coke from the fridge?" I asked as normally as I could.
Emma looked up at me and replied with a simple "Sure".
I watched as she got off her chair and walked over to the fridge. I could see her ass moving side to side, and her lower back on display under the cropped t-shirt, and I knew that the camera was seeing the same thing. My mind struggled between liking what I was seeing, and being angry. I had to figure out a way to fight back, but the more I tried the worse things got.
"Here you go mom," Emma said as she handed me the can, "do you want to watch something on TV?"
What I really wanted was for everyone to go to their room to stay out of the camera's view, but I had to act normal, like I normally would.
"Sure, what do you want to watch?" I answered while getting off the chair, "Sam are you coming?"
Sam didn't answer and just got up off the chair, keeping his eyes locked on his phone, and moving over to a spot on the couch.
"Is it ok if we watch..." Emma started talking and I couldn't concentrate, I didn't even hear what she said, I just replied with a "sure", my mind was too focused on the camera, and the positioning, and what they would be able to see, and what they couldn't, where we should sit, how we should sit, how I could protect Emma and Sam from the sicko. Of course during my time of planning Emma laid down with her feet towards the camera giving it a perfect view down her body, maybe up her shorts and shirt, I wasn't sure, but I feared the worst.
Some dumb teen show started on the TV and I pretended to watch, but the whole time my mind ran circles around all of the possibilities. I offered Emma a blanket but she looked at me weird because it was nowhere close to blanket weather. I asked her if she would move so I could sit there, but again a weird look. There was no good reason for her not to be where she was, and I had to live with it for at least now. I thought about moving the couches around tomorrow, changing the angle of the camera, doing something to change things. The more I thought about it the more overwhelmed I was getting. I just didn't know how I was going to protect Emma and Sam, and follow what I was told to do, and teach, and live my life, all without anyone knowing. The more I thought the more tired I got.
"Mom..." I heard a soft tone from Sam, "Mom... you fell asleep."
My eyes opened slowly to see Sam and Emma laughing above me.
"Mom was the show that boring?" Emma chuckled.
"Uhhhhh... I don't know," I smiled back, "what time is it?"
"10:45" Sam provided.
"We're going to bed mom, not sure what you're doing," again Emma chuckled while talking.
I sat up on the couch and watched them walk upstairs "Goodnight guys," I said groggily.
As I came too I remembered the situation I was in, I looked up at the camera and gave it the middle finger, "fucker" I said out loud now that Emma and Sam were upstairs. I continued to clean up what was left in the kitchen, turned off the lights and headed upstairs. My phone buzzed in the kitchen and I was hit with the realization how lucky I was no one saw it, or looked at any messages on it, I also realized it was time to add a harder password to it. My hand grabbed it and my eyes looked at the message.
Message: GLAD YOU'RE UP
Message: YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB PLACING THE CAMERA SLUT
Message: I HAD THE PERFECT VIEW
I knew what he was talking about, Emma, god I wanted to kill him.
Message: BECAUSE YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB I'M GOING TO BE NICE
"Nice?" I thought to myself, "yay fucking right."
Message: TOMORROW WEAR WHAT YOU DID TODAY BUT NO COVERUP!
Message: DO NOT FUCK WITH ME
Message: AND CHECK YOUR FUCKING PHONE TOO!
And that was it, no more messages for the rest of the night. When I made it to bed I laid down and felt a tear fall from my eye. My life was nothing like I wanted anymore, it was all crumbling around me.
---
When I woke up the next morning I felt a little better. My mind had reset and I felt a little more focused. I came to the realization I just needed to get through the day and do what I was told, then it was the weekend and I could regroup. "One more day" I said to myself before getting out of bed and starting my day. My clothes were the same as the day before, the same skirt, the same shirt, but different panties and bra. I got dressed, made breakfast and the three of us headed to college as usual.
As I was walking into the college I could feel eyes on me from the students. My only saving grace was that it was a hot day, so of course I would wear something cooler, and on top of that I wasn't wearing anything that scandalous, or at least that's what I kept telling myself. My skirt flowed in the breeze as I walked and if it wasn't for the circumstances I would have felt pretty good about myself, the way I looked.
I got to my class and checked my phone, no messages, and thought that maybe, just maybe, the blackmailer would actually be nice to me today. The hours passed by and the classes came in and out without any issues. Sure there were a few more eyes looking at me, but compared to other days this was nothing, this I could handle.
It was lunch before I had a chance to check my messages again, and of course there was one there. I picked up my phone and read it.
Message: OK SLUT TIME TO FUCK YOURSELF
"Great" I said sarcastically.
Message: GO TO ONE OF THE STUDENT BATHROOMS
Message: GO INTO A STALL AND GET YOURSELF OFF
Message: TAKE A VIDEO AND SEND IT TO ME
Message: AND DON'T LEAVE UNTIL I REPLY
My heart started to beat faster in my chest. I looked down at the messages again to make sure I wasn't misreading something. The washroom in the teachers lounge would be one thing, although risky on its own, but to have to masturbate in a bathroom where students would be coming in and out sounded insane. I was going to tell the bastard this exact same thing, that he was insane, but I thought back to my plan for the day, just make it through, just do what I had to, and regroup this weekend.
"OK" I said through a breath. If I go now it shouldn't be too busy, I can put my feet up and listen for doors opening and closing and only masturbate when no one was in there. Yes, this was the plan. I grabbed my phone and headed for the closest washroom. Inside stood two girls at the mirror talking, but when they saw me, a teacher, enter they quickly got their stuff, smiled and left. My hands pushed the stall doors as I walked by seeing if anyone else was there, coast clear.
I picked the last stall, it was disgusting, I couldn't believe students could leave it looking like this, but then quickly I realized I could. I wiped the seat down, positioned my phone on the toilet paper holder and made sure it had the angle I knew the bastard would want. Sitting down on the toilet I placed my feet up against the edge of the door, my eyes checking the camera and seeing my dark grey panties between my legs. To my disgust I also saw a little wet patch on them, sitting there, staring back at me, showing me that some part of me liked what was happening, I hated that part.
My ears opened as I heard the bathroom door open with a squeak. My heart pumping hard again. The student opened a stall door a few down from me and did her business. I waited. My feet still up on the door, my breathing trying to stay in control, trying to make no noise. A few minutes later the student finished, washed her hands and left. Peace again. My fingers quickly moved down and pulled my panties to the side exposing my now wet hole to the camera. I could feel myself blush, for some reason I was turned on, fuck. I had no idea how long I had until someone else came in so I tried to work quickly, two fingers jammed themselves into my cunt as my other hand started to rub my clit.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 02:17 PM

Soon enough three, then four fingers were roughly fucking my cunt as I tried to stay focused, tried to listen for the door. Finally I heard it again and two girls walked in this time, they started to chat near the sink, talking about the guys they liked or something like that, I couldn't focus. As much as I wanted to stop myself, I just couldn't, my hand continued to rub my clit, listening to their teen talk as my other fingers slowly moved in and out of my hole. It was as if my orgasm was on hold, I was doing everything I could not to lose it, not to let it slip away, I checked the time 23 minutes.
Thankfully they left soon after, the door swinging open, but hanging there for a little longer, then I heard another voice. "Fuck" I said to myself, if people came and went at the same time I had no way of knowing if someone was in here or not. I could feel a bead of sweat build on my forehead. I took a deep breath and realized I didn't have a choice, I had to get off. I slowly started to pump my fingers in and out of my hole again, trying to focus on how much noise I was making, the wetness making a sloshing sound that was hopefully not carrying beyond my stall. My other hand continued to roughly rub my clit, trying to get off as quickly as possible. I heard the door swing open and closed a number of times, voices coming and going, changing, stall doors opening and closing, toilets flushing, sinks running, hand dryers roaring, all while I continued to get closer to an orgasm.
Just as I was starting to feel my orgasm rise up, getting close to erupting through my body a message dinged on my phone, my heart jumped, my eyes opened as I strained to read the words.
Message: STOP
"WHAT?" I screamed in my head. My hands slowed, but didn't completely stop fucking myself, I didn't understand, stop what?
Message: STOP FUCKING YOURSELF SLUT
Message: TIME FOR YOU TO BE ON EDGE
I couldn't believe it. After all this time the one thing I knew I would get was an orgasm, it at least made me feel like I was getting something out of this fucked up situation, but now the fucker wanted me to stop, to not get off, to not get my orgasm. Fucker.
My wet fingers sloshed out of my hole, and my other hand removed itself from my clit. They were both throbbing, wanting to be touched, to be roughed up, I wanted to moan and plead so I could get off, but I didn't, I held my ground, tried to fight back. My cunt was gushing juices now, I could feel them dripping down my thigh as I sat there, feet still up, waiting for the next message.
Message: TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES AND STUFF YOUR PUSSY
Message: MAYBE THEY CAN SOAK UP SOME OF YOUR WHORE JUICES
The thought didn't disgust me nearly as much as I thought it would, and maybe it was because of my heightened orgasmic mood. I stood up without opposition, sliding my panties down and off my legs and sat back down on the toilet, spreading my legs again, feet up on the door. My hands balled up the grey cotton panties and started to push them into my gaping whole. Fitting them in was no problem, and the slight roughness felt amazing. Once they were in I let out a little sigh. I looked back at my phone, waiting for permission to finally leave.
Message: NOW TAKE OFF YOUR BRA
My breathing increased as I read it. I felt so turned on the thought of taking my bra off actually excited me for a few moments. It was dirty, and slutty, and for a second I wanted it. I slipped my arms through the bra straps and reached around to undo the clasp all without lifting my shirt. The bastard probably wasn't happy about that, but I did it anyway. When I pulled my white bra from through my shirt's arm hole I could feel my nipples rub against the thin shirt fabric, I looked down and could see my nipples poking through without much resistance, it was obvious.
My face blushed and I started to worry again, worry about how this would affect my life, and right now my job. "Just get through the day," I said to myself.
Message: GOOD. NOW HANG UP YOUR BRA ON THE COAT HOOK AND GO BACK TO CLASS
"What the fuck?" I said out loud this time, hoping that no one was in the washroom at that moment. I grabbed my phone and typed back.
Reply: "You want me to leave my bra here? Someone will find it!"
Message: SO? JUST FUCKING DO IT
I didn't reply. I just sat for a minute, contemplating, thinking, planning. If I leave my bra here how will anyone know whose it is for sure? Maybe someone could think it's weird that I'm obviously not wearing one now, and there is one in the washroom, but there is no way that anyone could be sure, unless they do a DNA test or something, which is ridiculous. The thoughts and possible outcomes kept running through my head as I continued to sit. Finally I did it.
I took my bra and hung it on the coat hook on the back of the door. I took a deep breath, brushed my skirt down, made sure my panties weren't going to fall out, and opened the stall door. Slowly I moved towards the sinks and mirror directly in front of me. Just in case there were people in the other stalls I wanted to try to act normal, washing my hands. A few minutes passed and no one came out of the other ones, I let out a sigh realizing that I was alone. "Thank god," I said as I turned to go towards the exit. Before I even made a step in the direction the bathroom door pushed in towards me.
In front of me was now Jess, one of my better students. The word 'tiny' would be the first thing that comes to mind when you see her. She might be 5 feet tall, and maybe weigh 90lbs. Her hair is a bright red and done up in a ponytail as she stood in front me. Her face has light freckling, her body thin as can be. Her grades were always good, and as far as I could tell she was a nice young girl.
"Hey Ms. Edwards," Jess said as soon as she saw me.
"Hi Jess," I replied with my face starting to turn red. Would she see my nipples? Would she know that I did something in here?
She stood there in her loose black band t-shirt coming down just over her waist of her loose and longer than usual jean shorts. Her thin white legs continued down to a pair of grey socks and white keds shoes.
"Well... I guess I'll see you in class Ms. Edwards," Jess said now a little confused at the slight pause.
I thought quickly, "oh yes, of course, see you soon Jess... don't be late," I smiled and walked past her.
Class was about to start and just before it did Jess walked in, I looked at her as she did, and she gave me a big smile. She was always a nice girl. I watched her a little too closely as she walked through the desks towards the middle to grab her seat. Jess was not what you would usually call hot, or sexy, especially not in a college where there are popular students and cheerleaders, but there was a little something about her.
As class moved forward I could feel my nipples start to get harder. The more I moved around, the more I wrote on the chalkboard, the more they rubbed against my shirt, and the more excited they got. The more excited they got the more my pussy got wet, and the more I was happy my panties were where they were so they could stop me leaking down my legs.
I wasn't too worried about the lack of coverage under my skirt, I was standing or sitting behind a covered desk, but my nipples were another issue. They felt raw and hard and amazing all at the sametime. I just needed to get through this class and then the day would be over, I could go home and move on with things, hopefully.
To my surprise I didn't notice too many stares at my shirt and nipples. Maybe they were there, maybe my students did notice, but it never felt like it. Either my nipples weren't as noticeable as I thought, which would be good, or my students had become numb to my new wardrobe situation and it wasn't anything new to them anymore, which was bad. At this pointed it didn't matter though.
The bell rang and class ended. I was ready to get out of here and start the weekend. It didn't matter what the blackmailer wanted me to do, I was just happy it wouldn't happen at college. I slid my papers and laptop into my bag and waited for everyone to leave the room. I smiled and said "have a good weekend" to whoever offered the opportunity as I continued to wait. The line started to dwindle until the last student walked past my desk, Jess.
She stopped when she got there and I was immediately worried.
"Ms. Edwards... I think you forgot this in the washroom..." she reached into her bag and pulled out my white bra and handed it to me. I was in shock, and she could tell.
"I... uh... well...," what could I say? How could I explain myself? Should I just say it wasn't mine? Did she notice I didn't have a bra on, she must have. And my stumbling of an answer pretty much confirmed it was mine to begin with.
Her hand reached out and touched mine while I still held the bra, she simply said, "it's OK." She smiled and turned to leave. I didn't know what to make of it.
Why was she so nice? Would she tell anyone? My mind raced again, I felt tired again, I felt angry again. All of this stress kept building, kept forcing me to consider every step, every action, I was exhausted more than I could remember and I just wanted to go home. Whatever Jess did or didn't do at this point was out of my control. I had to turn off my brain for a while, not worry about it. Jess was a good kid, I didn't think she would tell anyone, but you never know, it could be the end of everything.
I grabbed my full bag, closed the classroom door and headed out through the halls towards the parking lot. As I was walking past the main office I heard something I dreaded. Principle Wallace's voice.
"Ms. Edwards! Ms. Edwards!" he said, trying to catch me before I walked off. I had no choice but to respond.
I turned around and walked towards the door. "Yes Mr. Wallace?"
"Ms. Edwards, I was hoping to meet with you sometime next week to discuss some things, is that ok?"
How could I say no? He was my boss.
"Ya, sure, ummmm, what works for you?"
"Well why don't you talk to Tina here and she can schedule you in for a time that works for both of us."
I looked confused before speaking, he seemed to pick up on it.
"Oh, right, Tina is our new secretary, actually I think her full name is Kristina," he filled me in.
I walked into the office. Tina was in the back corner filing some things away and she kind of took my breath away. She had a pair of maybe 4" heels which flowed to her skin tight jeans that went up her seemingly never ending legs. Her ass looked amazing in them. She had a loose fitting button up blouse on, but you could tell she was extremely fit underneath. If my pussy wasn't so wet already it would have been after seeing her. Her blonde hair ended at her shoulders and when she turned towards me her smile just automatically made me smile. In so many ways she was perfect.
"Hi, I'm Tina," she said as she walked towards her desk and stuck out her hand. She had a somewhat obvious accent, but I couldn't place it.
I reached out to shake her hand but my eyes were taking in her tall slender beauty, I tried not to make it too obvious.
"Hi, I'm Madison Edwards."
"Oh, YOU'RE Madison Edwards, I've heard a lot of about you," she paused as she sat down at her desk.
What did she mean by that? Heard about me from who? And what could she have been told? My mind started to race again, and in all the wrong directions.
"So you need a meeting with Principal Wallace next week?" She asked looking up at me with a smile.
"Uh, ya... maybe Tuesday?"
"Ya, Tuesday at 10am, is that OK?" Her hands quickly typed on the keyboard, my eyes looking at her athletic arms as they moved.
"Ummmm..." I thought for a second, "ya that should be fine, Tuesday at 10am."
"OK, awesome, I'll put you in the schedule," Tina smiled at me again.
Before leaving and saying goodbye I had to find something out, it was gnawing at me, I needed to know where this piece of perfection was from.
"Sorry, but I just have to know," I started trying to sound friendly and not at all stalkerish, "where are you from? Your accent is beautiful." Why did I say beautiful? I couldn't have chosen a different word? I tried not to blush. Luckily for me she blushed even more.
Tina looked up at me, her cheeks a little red, "Oh, thanks! I'm actually from Czech Republic!"
A Czech beauty I thought to myself.
"Oh wow, well, it sounds beautiful," I smiled again, and again wondered why I chose that word, "it was great meeting you!" I said as I picked up my bag and started to leave.
"You too!" Tina said as we smiled at each other again.
As I walked out I mentally hit myself for being so awkward and weird. I should have asked her so many more questions, gotten to know her, but instead I just left. "Oh well," I thought, nothing I can do about it now.
Emma and Sam were waiting at the car and we all proceeded to get in when I got there. They were too preoccupied to notice my obvious lack of a bra. The ride home was quiet again, and once the house door opened they were upstairs before I could even get my shoes off. With them out of site I reached under my skirt and pulled the soaked panties out of my pussy. It felt good and disappointing at the sametime, there was just something hot about having them in there, even as I scolded myself for thinking it.
After going to my room and changing into some sweats and a t-shirt I finally checked my phone. Only one message showed up.
Message: IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY. I'M BUSY TONIGHT AND TOMORROW SO YOU HAVE A BREAK BUT BE READY FOR SUNDAY SLUT
I smiled when I read it. No fucking blackmailing for over 24hrs! I almost wanted to jump around my room in glee, but it hit me about how sad that was. My life was so fucked up now that I was happy with 24hours of freedom. My mood immediately dropped, but I knew I should at least relax during this time. I grabbed a book to read and headed downstairs to the couch where I planned to spend the rest of the night.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 03:03 PM

When my eyes opened the next morning I was surprised to find myself still on the couch where I started the night. It was obvious that I must have been even more exhausted than I thought, and to be honest I really needed a good night's rest, be it in a bed or on a couch.
I pushed myself up on the couch and sat there, trying to gather my thoughts. I picked up my phone and checked for messages, nothing. My day of freedom had begun and I wasn't really sure what to do with it. Part of me wanted to do nothing, just relax and recharge, but the other part of me said I should do something I wouldn't usually be able to do.
I decided the first thing I should do is have a shower and maybe that would help me figure out what to do with my day. The water woke me up just like I needed and helped to clear my head. There was no way I was going to waste this day, and I was determined to spend it without thinking about my blackmailer. My goal for the day was to just be me, Madison.
Robe on, towel around my hair, I headed downstairs to make a coffee and some breakfast. Sam and Emma were still in their rooms, most likely still sleeping like teenagers do. I read a magazine and sipped my coffee in peace, taking glances outside to see the sun shine through the window. It was a beautiful day and there was no way I was going to spend it sitting inside. What I decided to do was something I rarely did, but I knew it would make me feel better, go to the gym.
With my coffee finished I cleaned up the kitchen and headed up to my room to get ready. Panties, dark blue leggings, black sports bra, black t-shirt, socks and a pair of running shoes, I got ready to go to the gym for the first time in a long time. I grabbed my bag, a change of clothes and texted both Emma and Sam that I was headed out, but didn't expect to hear back from them anytime soon.
On my way to the gym in the car I realized how nice it was to just be doing something that I wanted to do without having to be on edge about what was coming, about a message, a task, a potentially life ruining thing I had to do. I felt myself smile, a real smile for the first time in a while. I rolled down the windows, put some music on and enjoyed the very regular drive through the city.
Walking into the gym I felt like a fraud, like I shouldn't be allowed into it, since I hadn't been there for so long. I paid for a monthly membership and really I was just giving them money for nothing. But today I was going to get my money's worth, which probably meant thirty minutes on an elliptical machine followed by lunch.
I scanned my membership card and walked through the weights sections towards the cardio area. As I walked my eyes scanned the other people as they worked out. My eyes eventually picked up on a familiar face ahead of me, Tina, running on a treadmill. God did she look amazing. Her eyes were focused and didn't see me at first giving me just enough time to lust over her body. She had pulled her short blonde hair up into a small pony tail and there was a layer of sweat across her face. The hot pink Nike sports bra held on tightly to her breasts and she moved quickly on the treadmill. Her toned stomach was on full display, and she wore a tiny pair of grey spandex shorts which allowed her long legs to be seen by all. Pink running shoes finished off the look of sexiness. My eyes rose from her feet back to her eyes to see them looking over at me, followed by a wave. I blushed immediately and waved back before quickly working my way over to the elliptical machines.
I placed my headphones into my ears, tried to get Tina out of my mind, and started to move my legs back and forth as I picked up the pace. It was hard to get that hard body from my head. She looked so hot, her sports bra let me see her whole toned stomach, the light glistening of sweat coating it. Her shorts were exactly what you would think an Eastern European would wear, way too short for an American, but they looked perfect on her, like they were meant to be there. Based on how fast she was running it was no surprise she was as sexy as she was, part of it was natural, but it also required hard work. I wished I could look like her, but I knew I never would, so for now all I could do was fantasize about her.
I still had 20 minutes left in my workout when I saw Tina walk up beside me and shine her smile. I slowed down and took my headphones out as it was obvious she wanted to talk.
"Hey," I said, wiping sweat from my forehead a little out of breath.
"Hi Madison! Sorry to stop your workout!" she replied with a lot more energy then I had.
"No problem...," how could I resist talking to Tina?
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to grab lunch after you're done... I don't know many people here and..."
Before Tina could even finish I blurted out, "ya! Sounds good!"
She smiled back at me, obviously happy, "OK! Awesome. Should I wait for you out front?"
"Ya sounds perfect, I'll be another 20mins, and then I'll change and come out, is that OK?" The smile on my face was almost as big as hers now.
"Great! See you in a bit," Tina said and smiled again. As she turned and walked away my eyes focused on her perfect ass in her tiny shorts. God she was amazing.
For the rest of my workout it was impossible to think about anything else other than Tina. I felt like I was drooling every step I took. Part of me wanted to end the workout early, but I didn't want to be too obvious. The 20 minutes felt like hours as I just wanted to get it done, but eventually it did end. I got off the machine and almost jumped into the change room.
A quick shower and outfit change later and I was walking out front to meet Tina. I felt pretty good in my black leggings and black flowing t-shirt, but once I saw Tina my confidence fell. There was just no way to compare to her. She sat there in a pair of purple leggings, white sneakers and a sleeveless white t-shirt which looked like it covered a white sports bra that was visible from the side. Her hair was still up in it's high ponytail and she was focused on her phone when I walked up.
"Hey... are you ready to go?" I said softly as I looked down at her.
"Ya!" Tina responded, grabbing her bag and getting up to join me.
She suggested a new vegetarian spot around the corner and we started to walk over to it.
"I hope you don't mind vegetarian food? I'm not actually a vegetarian, but I don't eat that much meat, but if you want to go somewhere else that's totally fine," Tina mentioned as we walked. She could have suggested any place and I would have been fine with it.
"Oh no, this sounds perfect... I'm sure it's going to be great," I replied.
The small talk continued until we arrived and grabbed a table by the window.
"Well this all looks very good," I said as my eyes scanned the menu.
"Ya, I know, I can't decide what to get!"
I lifted my head and smiled at her while she continued to focus on the menu.
A few minutes later our waitress came by the table and took our order. I ordered a salad and Tina ordered a sandwich, and we both were getting juice.
As we waited for our food to arrive I delved into some more questions for Tina.
"So how long have you been here?" I asked as our conversation started to get a little deeper.
"Well, I arrived a couple of weeks ago and I'm staying with my sister right now."
"Oh really," I was a little surprised she just got here, "so what brought you here then?"
"Well, it's a bit of a long story, but I'll give you the short version," Tina started saying with a smile, I would have listened to the longest story in the world coming from her, "my sister, who is three years older than me, met an American guy who was studying in Prague about five years ago. Before you knew it they were in "love" and planned on getting married. I just always felt like he wasn't the right guy, but of course she wouldn't listen to me."
"I think ALL American guys are the wrong guy if you ask me," I jumped in joking. Tina laughed. It was great to see her laugh.
"Well, ya, anyway," Tina continued, "they got married in Prague and then decided to get a visa and move to America. They eventually got the visa and moved about 2 years ago. Almost right away she was pregnant, and last year they had a baby. But guess what?" Tina was a little agitated now. I knew what she was going to say, "he decided that he didn't want to be a father after all and left her. Can you believe that?"
Tina looked at me and I could see the anger in her eyes. For some reason I thought I should reach out and touch her hand. We only just knew each other, but it felt right, I hoped it felt right for her as well. With my hand on top of hers I saw a glimmer of a smile break through and she took a deep breath. Mission accomplished.
"That sounds absolutely terrible about your sister, I'm so sorry that happened." I said knowing that Tina had no idea I was a single mother too. "So, is that why you're here?"
"Ya, so, basically, my sister and I talked and it seemed like the perfect time for me to come here, I needed a change, and she needed help, and ya, now I'm here," Tina explained.
"Well I'm glad you are," I said with a smile and heard Tina chuckle. It was nice, the whole lunch was nice so far.
"So how did you get the job at the college?" I continued with my questions.
"Oh, well, I had some experience back in Czech, and when I got here there was an opening and they seemed pretty desperate, and since I could start right away I got hired. I think I'm doing a pretty good job... at least I hope so!"
"I'm sure you're doing a great job, I mean from the two minutes I saw you there you seemed to be doing great," I laughed. "So you worked at a college in Czech? Was it in Prague?"
I didn't know why I was asking so many questions, and I worried she might get annoyed with my constant barrage, but she didn't seem to at all, maybe she was just happy to have someone to talk to.
"Well, no actually, I did some administrative work at a modelling agency, actually I started there when I was 18, and that was what helped me get this job."
"Oh wow, a modelling agency, it sounds fancy," I said jokingly.
"Ya, it was..." Tina paused for a second, "interesting."
"And what do you mean by that?" I asked with a little smirk, it was obvious there was something more to the story, and I felt like we were becoming friendly.
"Welllllll... I actually modelled for them occasionally. It wasn't all the time, but every once and awhile an opportunity came up and I did it," it was obvious that Tina was a little embarrassed about this as she blushed.
"Don't be embarrassed, that's amazing... and let me say that I can see why... you're very pretty," now I was the one blushing.
A few moments passed as we both ate some food, drank our drinks, and tried to calm down our blushing. Finally the awkwardness passed and we started chatting again.
"Sorry, I have been talking the whole time! Tell me about you!" Tina spoke up. And with that I started to tell her about me.
I talked about how I became a teacher, my two kids, Emma and Sam, and how I was also a single mom. Tina apologized about not realizing when she was talking about her sister and I told her it was fine, and my situation wasn't nearly as traumatic as hers. She listened and I talked and it was a great time. To be honest I didn't have many friends that I saw that often. For so long I was a single mom working and raising two kids, I never had the time, but now Emma and Sam were getting older and having a friend to talk too was nice.
"Wow, you've done such a good job Madison, seriously." Tina said at the end of my monologue looking genuinely sincere. There was a short pause as we both took sips of our drinks. "Hey Madison... you know... there's been some talk about you at the college lately?"
"Oh really?" I really didn't know that there was talk, but I wasn't really surprised with my wardrobe changes lately. People talk.
"Ya, I mean, I just know because I over hear things being in the office, but ya, people are talking and I wanted to let you know."
"Well... ummm... thanks... what are they talking about?"
"Well, apparently people have noticed that you aren't dressing the way you used too, I just started so I don't really know, and I think you look great, but I just wanted to make sure you knew," Tina said all of this with a concerned tone.
I took a second to think about what she said. To think about the fact that people are noticing my changes, which of course wasn't good, everything was getting risky. "Oh, wow, I had no idea... well thanks."
"Ummmm do you mind if I ask you... are you dressing differently?"
Again, I took a second to think. "Uh, ya... I guess I am... I mean, I think I just realized I'm not that old, and I should dress more like I want too... but I guess people don't like that."
"Don't worry about them! I think you look amazing!" Tina said excitedly and this time reached over and touched my hand.
We ordered a desert to share and continued to chat about her sister, my kids, and just life in general. I wish I could have told her about my situation, but I couldn't, I couldn't risk it. Finally we finished our last bites and paid our bill.
"I had a great time!" Tina started, "it was really nice just to talk to someone... it was great to make a friend."
I smiled at her before replying, "it WAS great, and ya, having a friend to chat with is the best, we definitely need to do this again!"
We gave each other a hug and Tina felt amazing, I wanted to just stay there, feeling her, but I tore myself away. We said our goodbyes knowing we would see each other on Monday. As she walked away I lingered, pretending to look at my phone, but really just watched as she walked, her perfect body getting further away.
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It was now mid afternoon and my day of freedom was slowly coming to an end. Even with that info in my head I was happy about how the day had gone, how I had relaxed and worked out, but mostly the lunch with Tina. She was so nice and caring and it really was great to have a new friend. The one thing that kept gnawing at me though was her comment about modelling. It sounded amazing. I could just imagine how good she would look in a photoshoot, she definitely had the body for it.
I arrived back home and did some of the things that needed to be done, clean the kitchen, vacuum, and other motherly duties. Before I knew it the sun was going down and my day of freedom was slowly coming to an end. I went upstairs and changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a hoodie, grabbed my laptop and went to watch some TV and maybe do some online shopping. Before I headed down I checked in on Sam and Emma. Sam was staying in tonight so I said I would order some pizza, but Emma was headed out with some friends. Overall it was shaping up to be a good relaxing night.
I ordered the pizza and put my feet up on the couch, opened my laptop and started to browse the internet. Before I knew it I was shopping, looking at shoes and purses, but also things we needed around the house. Sam came down and joined me and put on Netflix while sitting on the other couch. He sat there on his phone half watching the TV, while I sat there on my laptop also half watching the TV. As I continued to browse I started to look at some clothes and the more I looked the more I noticed the models. It wasn't a far leap for my mind to think about Tina again.
The first thing I did was go to Facebook and look her up, it didn't take too long to find her and I requested to be friends. To my surprise it was accepted almost right away. I scrolled through her page noticing she only had a few friends, and hardly anyone from Czech, which I found a little strange. I went through her pictures and looked for any that had her modelling, you know just to see what she looked like all dressed up, but there was nothing. All Tina had was pictures of her with her sister and her kid. I didn't really find it that odd, but it made me shrug my shoulders at least. Even though I didn't find any modelling pictures on her Facebook I was still determined to find some, I knew they had to be out there somewhere.
I tried searching for her name on Google, but all I came up with was her Facebook page, and a bunch of people who weren't her. Tina, Kristina, Cristina, Khristina, Krystina, nothing worked. Before I could try something else in my quest to find Tina's modelling pictures Sam got my attention.
"Hey mom..." he trailed off.
"Ya hun?" I replied by lifting my head from my laptop screen to look over at him.
"Do you find it warm in here?
"Ummmm I guess it's a little warm, why?"
"I was just wondering if you'd mind if I took off my sweatpants, I mean, I have shorts on though..." Sam was obviously nervous even though I had no idea why.
"Uhhhh, sure... you don't need to ask me to get comfortable you know..." I answered, genuinely confused at why he was asking.
"Ya... but... my shorts..." Sam paused, looking at me, worried.
"Ya?" I said... trying to be comforting, but still not getting the issue.
"They aren't like... guy shorts," his eyes hit the floor.
That's when it hit me, he meant that he was wearing shorts meant for girls. My mind flashed back to when I caught him wearing my panties. It was all making sense now. I didn't know how far Sam was into it, but it was now obvious to me that he liked wearing female clothes, at least a little bit.
"Oh..." I said, pausing, but trying not too, "well that's fine... whatever makes you comfortable remember."
"Are you sure?" His face was red with embarrassment.
"Yes, of course! Why don't you show me... I'm sure they look great on you no matter what they are," I was trying to build up his confidence, no matter what he was my son and I supported him.
"OK..." was his response as he got up from the couch, put his phone down on the table, and started to slide down his sweatpants. I could see a glimmer of pink come into view as he bent lower pushing his pants down to his ankles. As he stood back up I saw the loose pink pajama shorts fully. They were cute, definitely something I could see Emma wearing, and I wondered if maybe they were hers. I could see a slight bulge in the front where it was obvious his cock was laying, I tried not to look. With his slight figure the shorts really did fit him well, he looked good.
"Sam... they look amazing on you!" I said telling him the truth, "there was no reason for you to be worried."
"You sure?" he asked, feeling a little better, but still somewhat unsure.
"Yes, 100%. You have to promise me that from now on you will wear what makes you comfortable, OK?"
"Sure..." he said as he sat back down, still not completely convinced.
While what just happened should have shocked me more, it just didn't, it seemed to make sense in my brain when I thought about Sam. Plus I was too preoccupied with my current quest to find Tina's modelling pictures. I remembered that once I was trying to find a pair of shoes and I couldn't find the website, but I had a picture, so I did a Google image search and eventually found where to buy them. This seemed like the perfect way to find what I was looking for tonight.
I went to Tina's Facebook page, copied a head shot from her page, and dropped it into Google. There were so many results. A lot weren't her, and the ones I did see were from her Facebook page. I kept scrolling, searching, back and forth...
DING! The doorbell rang.
"Pizza must be here," I said, a little frustrated as I had to stop my search again.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 03:06 PM

I'll get it Sam said from the other couch," getting up and walking towards the door before I even have a chance to say anything. I didn't know if he suddenly had all the confidence in the world, or if he forgot what he was wearing, but off he went to get the pizza. While I stared at him walking away in disbelief of what he was doing, it was also impossible to not notice how well the shorts really did fit him.
"Ummmm, how did that go?" I asked him when he returned, pizza box in hand.
"Actually... really well. I was nervous, but now that it's done I feel great." I actually saw a smile grow on Sam's face.
"See!" I started, "just be yourself and you will feel great! Now bring that pizza over here," I joked.
I grabbed a slice of pizza from the box just as I saw Emma start to descend down the stairs. First I saw a pair of black Vans shoes followed by a pair of extremely tight low rise jeans, but what I didn't see after that was a shirt. Instead she was wearing a pink lace bralette as a top. I looked at her, she looked at me, I swallowed, and said "you look great hun," with a smile.
"Thanks mom," she smiled back before looking over at Sam, "what the fuck! Those are my shorts!"
"Hey!" I said right away, "Listen, Emma... Sam is just trying to be himself, and if borrowing a pair of shorts from you help him... then let him borrow them, OK? And Sam, next time ASK your sister if you can borrow something, or me for that matter, OK? We are both going to be as supportive as possible, actually I'm going to be as supportive as possible to BOTH of you, OK?"
I heard a low "OK" from both of them in response. My motherly instincts were beaming right then, at least until I remembered that all of this was being captured by the camera I set up in the room. A twinge of guilt sprung up in my stomach.
"Well, anyway, Sam, I have to say I think the shorts look better on you anyway," Emma finally said, followed by an announcement that she was leaving and would be home later.
With Emma gone Sam and I continued to eat our pizza and watch TV for a while until finally we were done eating and I could get back to my research.
I opened up the tab with the image search again and began to scroll. It was almost impossible to find the picture I wanted to find, but I was determined to find what I was looking for. Page after page of head shots scrolled by before I found one that kind of looked like Tina. The girl in the photo looked a little younger, her hair was longer, but the colour was right, and I was pretty certain that it was her. I clicked on the image to make it bigger and with the larger size my certainty increased. I thought to myself how it must have been a picture from a few years ago.
The link for the photo was to a kind of model casting website, and the odd thing was that the name under the photo wasn't her name, she wasn't called Tina, instead the photo said "Claire Sweet". It didn't make much sense to me, but maybe she was a little embarrassed, at least at the beginning, of modelling. The website described the shoot as her first one, and that she was 18 years old. Regardless I was certain I found proof of Tina modelling, and I was looking forward to what I'm sure would be some beautiful photos.
The first photo showed Tina, or "Claire Sweet", standing in front of a couch. She looked a little nervous, but I guess that would be expected, especially since she wasn't trained for it. She was wearing a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a white tank top. Her hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. The next few photos showed her in different angles, some to the side, some from the back with her turning towards the camera. Tina looked just as amazing in the photos as she did now, just a little younger, more naive maybe. While I looked at the photos I was happy I found them, but part of me had hoped they would have been a little more glamorous, maybe other shoots were.
I continued to click through the photos, one at a time. Soon the photos started to become a little more interesting. The next thing I saw was Tina undoing the button on her jeans, a little peek of skin showing through below her tank top, a small smile on her face now. It seemed she was having a little more fun. Her shoes and socks came off and the next pose she had a leg up on the couch, and then a few later she was laying on the couch. The zipper on her jeans eventually slipped down and her jeans opened a little displaying a view of her white panties. It was about this time I could feel my pussy start to moisten. I wasn't sure what I was expecting when I started to look at the photos, but I wasn't expecting this.
I looked over at Sam and he was still lying there in his shorts and half looking at his phone, and half watching the TV. I pulled a blanket over my lap and went back to the photos.
I clicked ahead on the pictures, a little faster now. Her hands grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started to pull it up. Her toned stomach was now in open view above the opening of her jeans and her panties. Picture by picture the shirt rose more until it was finally overtop of her bra. Her breasts looked amazing in her white lace bra. A couple of more later and her shirt was off, Tina stood there with a big smile now, obviously enjoying herself more. A few photos more and she was turned around, her back towards the camera, but her head careening over her shoulder looking back, her hands on the top of her jeans. The next pictures showed her pushing her jeans down, lower and lower, exposing her white thong. Her ass looked amazing, I wanted to reach out and touch it. A couple of photos passed again and she was standing facing the camera, hands on her hips, smile on her face, in only her bra and panties. She looked so cute and so beautiful at the same time.
I thought that would be the end of the photo shoot, but I looked at the number of pictures and I was only on 78 of 126. I clicked again, and again, and the photos kept getting better and better. First Tina started to playfully push her bra straps off her shoulders, then both of her arms came free of the straps. She turned around and unclasped her bra before turning around and standing there with her hands covering her breasts, smiling again. Finally a few pictures later her hands were gone and her breasts were free, they looked amazing, perfect for her body. My free hand instinctively moved under the blanket, inside my shorts and started to gently rub my clit. As soon as I felt it I snapped out of my zone and looked over at Sam making sure he didn't notice. I kept clicking forward on the pictures.
With her breasts free her hands started to play with the straps of her thong. My heart started to beat a little faster. I kept clicking forward, her hands moved the straps to the sides, and then back up playfully, then slowly back down. Each photo showed them lower until the middle also started to move. Every picture teased me a little more, showing more of Tina's amazing body, and then finally her pussy came into view. In a word, perfection. It was completely shaven and was a little wet. I wished she was in front of me so I could get down in front of her and taste it. She was 18 in the pictures, but I was sure her pussy would look just as good now. I continued going through the photos, each one moved forward, her panties eventually came off completely, she moved to the couch and posed in different positions, opening her legs and showing off her perfect hole.
The final group of photos showed her sitting on the couch, legs spread wide and her fingers playing with her clit, just like I was doing right then under the blanket. She looked happy, smiling, and her pussy was definitely wet. The last picture showed her blowing a kiss at the camera. I was desperate to find more of her modelling, I had to see what else she did.
I looked over at Sam to make sure he still wasn't paying attention and then brought up Google again. I typed in "Claire Sweet" into Google and almost all the results were for videos of her. I clicked the first link and it brought me to a porn site. After seeing the photoshoot I wasn't surprised, but it still hit me that the sweet girl I had lunch with today did porn.
I clicked her name and it brought me to a list of videos she did. I couldn't believe half of what I was seeing, and I didn't know what half of the words meant. There were scenes described as being her first porn shoot, her first anal, her first dp, and then it moved on to things like dap, and 10 v 1, and piss scenes. My brain couldn't handle the information. How could Tina do all of this? In front of a camera? For people to see? I couldn't believe it, but at the same time my pussy was dripping, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
I tried to watch a video but I was stopped, the website was a pay site, but nothing was going to stop me from seeing what Tina did.
"Hey Sam," I said pretending to be tired, "I'm going to head up to bed, OK?"
"OK mom," Sam said, turning to look at me.
I grabbed my laptop and threw the blanket beside me on the couch. As I got up to leave I looked back at Sam. "Hey Sam... just remember, be you, OK?"
"Ya ya..." Sam replied.
I headed upstairs and jumped on my bed with my laptop. I threw off my shorts and opened the website again. Within seconds I had used my credit card to sign up and was about to click the first video she had on there. She was dressed in amazingly sexy lingerie, I couldn't wait.
For the rest of my day of freedom I laid in bed watching Tina get fucked over and over and I masturbated to every second of it. I didn't think of anything else the whole night.
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Sunday morning I woke up completely out of it. My panties were soaked. My laptop was beside me but the battery was dead, and I felt like a mess. I rolled over to grab my phone from my night table, not even thinking about the blackmailer. A message was on my screen.
Message: THERE IS A BOX OUT FRONT I SUGGEST YOU GET IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES
Message: DON'T OPEN IT UNTIL I TELL YOU
My eyes popped open as I read it. Before I could even think I was out of bed and running through my bedroom door, down the hall, and down the stairs. I was pretty sure that Sam and Emma were still asleep, but I went as fast as I could anyway. I opened my front door to find a medium sized box sitting there. I grabbed it quickly and closed the door before taking a deep breath, hoping no one saw me in my state.
I walked back upstairs and put the box on my dresser. I felt like it was staring at me, wanting me to open it, but I resisted. The longer I waited the less time I had to worry about what was inside, or at least that was what I told myself.
I waited for another message to come through, but nothing did. Another 30 minutes passed and still nothing. Finally I went to have a shower and get cleaned up. As the water ran I thought about the videos of Tina again and my pussy immediately got wet. I felt bad, it was obvious she didn't really want to talk about that time of her life, but I couldn't help myself. Every time I saw her now I would think about them, but I would never mention that to her.
After my shower I went downstairs and started breakfast. Eventually Emma came down wearing a tank top and shorts, pretty usual for her, and then Sam showed up wearing what wasn't usual. He had on a long white t-shirt and what seemed like nothing else. I wondered when I saw him if maybe he was wearing the same shorts, but the shirt seemed too short not to show them. As he took a seat at the table I found out what he was wearing, panties. My son had decided to come down for breakfast in a t-shirt and blue panties. Part of me was concerned about my home life, but the other part of me was proud that he was being who he was. He looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back.
The three of us finished breakfast together, small talk and plans for the day were discussed. I didn't have any as I was constantly worried about the asshole contacting me to do something. The thing was I was not getting any messages. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to water some plants in the backyard before coming back in to check my messages again. Still nothing.
What I did get was a message from Tina though, and my pussy immediately reacted.
Message: Hey, do you have time to meet today?
Message: I really need to talk to you about something
It seemed like she needed my help, so of course I was going to help. No matter how wet she made me I still wanted to be friends. I replied.
Message: Of course. Where and when?
She sent me the address of a coffee shop and we agreed to meet in an hour. I threw on an outfit almost the same as the day before, but grey leggings instead of black. I showed up a few minutes early and grabbed a table near the back.
Tina walked in wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, not something she would normally wear. She scanned the coffee shop before seeing me, when I saw her eyes I knew she had been crying, I felt terrible. I got up and we hugged when she got closer.
"What's wrong?" I asked her concerned.
"My life... it's over!" She replied immediately.
"What do you mean? How could your life be over? It can't possibly be that bad?"
For the next few minutes she just kind of sat there. I had no idea what was going on. I held her hand from across the table and got her a coffee and some water. Finally she started speaking.
"I feel so embarrassed, so stupid..." she started "I can't believe this is happening."
I felt terrible for her.
"Tina... just tell me... everything is going to be OK... you can tell me anything, I promise," I tried to reassure her.
"You know how I said I modelled?" Tina spoke up. I knew what she meant by 'modelling'.
"Yes, of course, you mentioned it yesterday."
"Well... it wasn't regular modelling... I did.... porn," she looked down at the table.
I squeezed her hand tighter trying to make myself seem surprised. "Oh... well... that's OK... nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise."
She looked up at me with her sad eyes, "I'm not embarrassed really, but it affects my life, the jobs I can get... I just don't talk about it and I wish it would just go away."
"Well, it's OK, you have a great job here now, and you're far from that life... everything will be OK," I tried to comfort her.
A tear rolled down her cheek again. "That's the problem! Everything I have here could end!"
I really didn't understand how that could be, how it could happen, I continued to listen.
"Somehow someone found out, and I got an e-mail from them this morning saying that if I don't do what they say that they will tell the college about what I used to do!" Tina sobbed again.
I felt like I had been slapped across my face. It was like the end of a movie when the big mystery was solved and everything fell into place. The person who e-mailed Tina was my blackmailer, and the reason he found out about Tina's past was because of me on my computer because the fucker has access to it. It all made sense, and it all made me sick.
I tried to hide my anger and my guilt and console her.
"It's OK... everything will be OK... I'll help you," I didn't know what to say to her. I wasn't sure if I should tell her it's my fault, if she would turn me in instead, if she would understand.
"What do I do Madison? What do I do?" she cried a little more.
I thought for a second before responding, trying to come up with a helpful answer.
"Well, how important is keeping your job and staying in this new life?"
"It is the most important thing Madison, nothing else matters really."
"Well then... maybe see what the person wants? Maybe it's something simple, something easy?" I suggested, but also knowing it probably wouldn't be.
"You think I should do what he says?" Tina sounded surprised.
"Well, if he asks you to do something you don't want to do, then you can say no and it's over. Or maybe he wants something simple and you can do it and everything stays the same... I'm just saying maybe waiting is the best strategy... what do you think?"
I could see Tina working it over in her head, thinking about the possibilities. I waited for her response as I felt my anger growing inside me. I felt like I was helping the fucker now.
"I guess..." was her response, still unsure.
For the next hour we talked about it, I held her hand, I tried to make her feel better. The whole time I felt terrible and pissed off at the same time. I knew it was my fault for looking at the videos, but it also really wasn't my fault. I could kill that fucker.
As soon as I got home I messaged the blackmailer.
Message: YOU FUCKER!
Message: YOU BETTER LEAVE TINA ALONE!
Message: I SWEAR TO GOD!
I waited for a response. Nothing came. The afternoon came and went. Dinner was eaten, TV was watched, and finally it was time to sleep. No message ever showed up. My mind wondered if maybe he had moved on from me, if he was now focused on Tina. It made me sick to think that someone else would go through what I did, but also when I thought about my family it was a good thing. I was being torn apart. It was hard to sleep but eventually I did while full of hatred.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 05:30 PM

When my alarm finally rang the next morning I was still angry. My eyes opened and my mind immediately raced back to Tina and what was happening to her. I hated the blackmailer and I hated myself. My hand reached over to grab my phone and check my messages. I didn't know if I would have any, if I was still being blackmailed or if I was yesterday's news, but I had to check regardless.
Message: I WILL DO WHATEVER I WANT BITCH
Message: NOW DO AS YOU'RE TOLD
Message: WEAR A SKIRT ABOVE YOUR KNEES
Message: OPEN THE BOX OPEN PACKAGE ONE
Message: INSERT AND ENJOY YOUR DAY SLUT
My head fell back on the pillow. "FUCK" I said out loud. Up I got, showered and dried off, picking my clothes for the day. Regular panties, a black skirt that ended about 4 inches above my knees, shorter then I had to wear, a black bra and a black button up shirt that I tucked into my skirt. I finished my outfit with a pair of wedges and walked over to my dresser where the box sat unopened. My eyes looked down at it and I took a deep breath. I looked at my phone and checked the messages. "Open the box and open package one", what did that mean? I grabbed my keys from the dresser top and used one to cut open the tape on top of the box. I opened the flaps and inside were brown envelopes with hand written numbers on them in black marker. Suddenly things just felt closer, more real, and more scary. Before everything was from a distance, e-mail, webcam, text message, but now there was a box at my house, they knew where my house was. I could feel my hands shaking a little as I grabbed the first envelope from the box labelled "1".
I held it in my hands and took a deep breath. I felt the sides of the envelope before opening, trying to guess what it could be. It was roundish, and hard, but I had no idea what it could be. I held each side of the top of the envelope and started to tear it open. In one quick rip the top came free and I dropped it on the ground. My other hand turned the envelope upside down on my bed and out fell a pink oval-ish shaped device with a little almost antenna coming out of it. My eyebrow raised as I was more than confused at what it was. I checked my messages again. "Insert and enjoy your day slut," was all it said. But insert where?
I thought about it for a second before it hit me. I was supposed to insert it inside me. I felt stupid for not realizing it earlier. My eyes looked down at the pink object sitting on my bed again. I grabbed it gently, not sure how it worked, or what it did, put a leg up on the bed and pulled my panties to the side exposing my pussy. Then I slowly pushed the pink object into my hole so that it sat inside deep enough not to fall out, and the antenna thing hanging just outside. I pulled my panties back on top of it and put my leg down, straightened my skirt and did a slow walk around my room, getting used to the feeling of the thing inside me. I was surprised by how it actually felt pretty good, having something in my cunt just teasing me the whole time. I hated myself for feeling that way.
With myself ready to go I went downstairs to make breakfast as usual. Emma arrived in oversized sweatpants rolled down and a tank top showing off her stomach. Sam apparently was still shy about wearing anything new to college and was in his regular jeans and t-shirt. I smiled at him when he came down knowingly. We ate and got in the car and started our regular journey. As I sat there focused on the road I suddenly felt a faint vibration run through my body. I felt myself jump a little in my seat. Emma turned to me.
"Mom... are you OK?"
My face turned red I was sure, I was embarrassed, but I tried to maintain my composure. "Ya, I'm good... just got goosebumps for a second," I lied and smiled while turning to Emma.
The vibration was emanating from my pussy, I could feel it slowly making my cunt move. I knew it was the device I put in there just a little while ago, but I had no idea how it was working. I could feel my hole start to get wet as the gentle vibration continued. Suddenly it stopped. I let out a sigh both out of relief and frustration. I could tell that my pussy was soaking wet without even touching it. I tried to look ahead and not draw any attention to me. As soon as I got to college I would have time to think, to figure this out, right now my brain didn't have a chance to even think about what was happening. The good thing was that Emma and Sam were still obsessed with their phones so they weren't noticing my obvious awkwardness.
Once we arrived at the college Emma and Sam got out and we said our goodbyes. I stayed in the car for a second pretending to look for something. As soon as they were out of sight I leaned against the door and took a deep breath. "OK," I thought to myself, "I can do this." Yes, there was a vibrator in my pussy, yes I was at college, but I could handle it, it was hidden, I just needed to control myself. Another deep breath and I started walking into the college.
As I was walking I felt a vibration again, I was startled, except this time it was from my phone, not my cunt. I pulled it out and checked the message.
Message: HAVE A FUN RIDE TO college?
Message: REMEMBER TO CHECK YOUR MESSAGES TODAY JUST INCASE
Message: HAVE FUN
Fucker. I put my phone away and walked into the college. On the way to my class I had to walk past the office. I looked inside and saw Tina facing the other direction. I could see she was wearing a blouse and a tight mid thigh black skirt. I had a feeling that she had taken my advice about doing what she was told and to see what happened. I felt sick again.
I thought about telling her it was my fault. I thought about telling her that I was being blackmailed too. I thought about every different option and I still wasn't sure what to do. But right now I had to get to class so I tried to focus on that.
I arrived a couple of minutes late and most of the students were already seated. Just after I walked in Emma showed up and took a seat at the front as that was all that was left. We smiled at each other as we passed, trying to keep a teacher/student image going, not a mom/daughter one. I started the class as I usually would, explaining the items for the day and what would need to be read. As the students in front me started their work I felt it again, the vibration deep within my pussy. I immediately moved in my seat, it was instinctive, but also hopefully not noticeable. I let the vibration slowly work its way through my body. I felt like I was feeling a light wave roam around and hit me in all the right places. My pussy was getting wet.
A few moments later the vibration increased again and I had to hold in a moan. My eyes looked around to see if anyone noticed anything but so far everyone's head was down. I pulled my chair in closer to my desk, trying to act normal. I opened some papers and began to look at them, pen in hand, but my mind was somewhere else. The vibration increased again. My legs were starting to shake. My right hand dropped down between my legs and I began to rub my cunt over my panties. I couldn't stop myself, the vibrator was pushing me to my brink. I lifted my head to look at the class again and to my shock Emma was looking at me, concern on her face. She could tell something was wrong. "I'm fine," I mouthed to her silently and she gave me an uncertain look. My hand was rubbing my clit harder and harder as the vibration was driving me so close to cumming, so close to erupting in the middle of class. I tried to fight the urge to cum, I knew I would get caught if I did it right then, someone would know. Just when I thought I couldn't hold out any longer the vibration stopped.
"Ugh!" I let out and the students looked up at me, all of them, confused, my face went red... "I uhhh... pen died..." I said unsure. Most of the students went back to their work but Emma looked at me again, her eyes penetrating mine. I could see them look over at my right arm, and the fact that it was under my desk. Emma knew that I was right handed. At that moment I thought that she knew what I had been doing. I immediately tried to convince myself that she didn't, but the look on her face told me that was a lie. I felt ashamed.
Eventually Emma went back to her work and my right hand came back out into the open. My cunt was still on fire, but I never got off. I picked up my phone to see if the asshole had said anything and there was just one simple message.
Message: HAVING FUN?"
Fucking asshole. I closed my phone and tried to focus on my work, forgetting about what had just happened, what Emma had just found out. As class ended Emma picked up her things and walked out without even looking at me. I could feel her trust in me evaporating as she left. I wanted to cry right then, but my next class started to enter before I could even think about it.
A few minutes after the class started I felt the vibration start between my legs again. I instantly wanted to moan but fought the urge. By this time I was so horny I hardly cared who knew, but I continued to fight back. The vibration got stronger, and then stronger again and I slid down in my chair again. This was close to torture, feeling the vibrator in my cunt but not being able to do anything about it. I picked up my phone and messaged the blackmailer.
Message: Please don't do this in class!
His response didn't even acknowledge my plea.
Message: GO WRITE SOMETHING ON THE BOARD SLUT
"Fuck!" I said under my breath. I think a couple of students in the first row heard me, but it wasn't the first time a teacher swore. I didn't know how I was going to get up and write on the board in front my class with this thing going off between my legs. I sat there for a few moments, thinking the whole thing through, and after I thought about it I realized there was no easy way out of this. I took a deep breath, and stood up. It felt like my legs were shaking underneath me, I didn't even know if I could stand, but now I had to walk over to the chalkboard and write something, which reminded me I didn't even know what I was going to write. It hit me that I should have thought this through more, but with this torture device running in my pussy it was hard to think straight. Slowly I walked to the board and turned my back to the class. I was breathing faster than I usually would and I felt a little sweat building on the back of my neck. "Think Madison, THINK!" I said to myself as I was trying to come up with something to write on the board in front of me. It felt like an hour. I was standing there just staring. I heard a little chuckle from behind me. All I was hoping is that it was because I was pausing, not because I had a vibrator going off in my pussy. I was sure there was no way they could tell, but the stress of it all made my mind play tricks on me. I stood there for a few more seconds before writing "TEST NEXT WEEK" in big letters on the board. I realized I didn't put a date, but didn't care at that point. I dropped the chalk on the holder and quickly shuffled back to my desk and took a breath, trying not to make it too obvious. The vibrator stopped and I almost collapsed on my desk, but held myself up with my arms. I was exhausted and my cunt was completely soaked.
I picked up my phone and there was a simple message.
Message: DID YOU HAVE FUN SLUT? SHOW ME YOUR PANTIES.
Without even thinking I slipped my phone under my desk and inside my skirt and took a picture of my panties. I didn't even know how wet they were. When I looked at the picture on my phone I almost gasped, the material was dripping wet, I was sure that my chair would have a puddle, and I slid my skirt out from under my so that it didn't get soaked too. The whole situation was embarrassing and I felt my face get red.
Thankfully the rest of the class went by without any further vibrations, but my mind was still going crazy because I was so turned on. I felt like such an idiot for doing it, I felt so dirty, but I opened my phone again and sent a message of my own.
Message: I need to cum at lunch!
The reply was not what I wanted.
Message: NO
Fucker. I continued trying to concentrate and not thinking about how horny I was, and luckily with class ending it gave me a chance to get out and take my mind off the situation. Usually I would have a plan to get lunch, but not today, my mind was running all over the place and I had to just do something to keep my hand from finding my clit. I got up from my desk and headed out into the hall way and towards the office.
I walked in and saw Tina sitting behind her desk, she looked up and sadly smiled at me.
"Hey Tina...", I said in a low somber tone, "how are you doing?"
I could see the sadness in her eyes as I asked.
"I'm OK... do you want to go for a walk or something?" she asked.
"Ya, for sure... maybe the fresh air will do us both some good," I smiled back at her.
Tina got up from her chair and walked out of the office and towards the outside door, I followed her, my eyes trying not to find their way down to her amazing ass. My mind wandered back to the videos I watched, she was so amazing, so sexy, so slutty. My pussy was still dripping wet from having the vibrator in it, and all I wanted to do was reach my hands out and grab her perfect ass, to lift up her skirt and kneel down burying my head deep in her ass. But of course I couldn't, not now, and not ever.
"It's such a nice day today," Tina mentioned as we excited the college and turned to walk along the path. I caught up beside her, my view no longer her back. The college was in a nice location with a long path that joined the sports fields, parking lots and the college, and it made for a perfect place to stroll, especially when being blackmailed and needing to clear your head.
For some reason, and now thinking about it it may have looked strange to others, I reached out and grabbed Tina's hand, I was doing it as a friend, and it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time, I wanted to comfort her, I wanted her to feel safe. Even though I was the one who was so much further down the rabbit hole, I felt a need to try to protect her, even if I didn't know how. Maybe it was because I felt guilty, maybe it was because she seemed so sad, so innocent, but regardless of why, I felt it. She looked over at me as our hands met and smiled.
"So... I guess you went with the option to do what the blackmailer said?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"Ya... I didn't know what else to do... I don't want to lose everything, I don't want to have to move, or find another job... so I did like they said..."
"Well... I think that was the safe choice, I know everything will be OK, I promise," as soon as I said it I knew it was a lie. I didn't know everything would be OK. I didn't even know if I would be OK, but I wanted to reassure her, I wanted her to feel better.
"Thanks Madison. I'm just feeling so anxious, so nervous... I hope this is all over soon."
I squeezed her hand a little harder as we continued to walk together.
"I did what they asked, he told me to wear a button down blouse, and a shorter skirt then I normally would, and I've done that, what else could he possibly want from me?"
If only she knew how bad it could get I thought to myself but said nothing. The sun shone down on us as we continued our walk. I could feel the vibrator deep in my pussy now, but it wasn't vibrating, just sitting there, the antenna rubbing my lips gently, it felt nice, even though I hated I thought that. For the next 20 minutes we walked around together, talking about Tina's situation, but also trying to get our minds off of it. She updated me about her sister, and how things were going at the house, she told me that she wanted to go and visit her family back home sometime but hadn't figured out the best time to do that yet, and of course we discussed the college. It was a nice break from the craziness that had become my life, and now had become Tina's as well.
We returned back to the main doors and walked inside, students walked past us, ignoring us, obvious to the situation we were in. As we got back to the office I turned to Tina.
"Hey... everything's going to be OK, I promise... just call me, or text me, or whatever you want whenever you want, OK? I'm here for you." I placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled in her for a hug, her arms wrapped around me, pressing her hard body into mine, I could feel my cunt twitch just having her this close.
"Thank you Madison... I really appreciate it... I mean you're basically my only friend, and without you I wouldn't have anyone to talk to about this... so... thanks..." Tina said sheepishly.
We said our goodbyes and I headed down the hallway. I wanted to turn around and tell her that I was being blackmailed too, that we were in this together, but I didn't, I just wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. What if the blackmailer didn't want me too? What if they decided to release everything about me? And what if Tina hated me for it? What if she found out it was my fault that she was being blackmailed? If she hated me for not telling her right away? There was so much risk, so much to think about, I just couldn't decide the right thing to do, and so I decided to do nothing, and to continue on with my day.
I decided to go to the library to look up some books for an upcoming class. It was always easier for the students, and me, if the readings were available in the college library versus somewhere else. People are lazy, especially teenagers, at least at this college.
I spent the next 15 minutes in the aisles of the library, choosing a few books that might work for the class, reading excerpts, and trying to keep my mind off of the day, the vibrator, Tina, everything. Unfortunately that didn't last too long.
"Miss Edwards!" I heard from behind me as I walked through the rows of books, starting to head towards the door, "Miss Edwards!". I stopped and turned to see Jess walking towards me, backpack hanging over her sweater covered shoulders, her loose jeans rubbing the ground as she walked, her chucks almost skipping to catch up to me.
My face turned red as I turned to meet her. My mind thinking back to the day she returned my bra. How did I let that happen?
"Miss Edwards..." Jess took a little breath before continuing, "thanks for stopping... I was wondering if I could stop by after class today to discuss my paper with you." as her mouth moved for each word, her eyes seemed to move down to my chest, I imagined trying to see if I was wearing a bra or not.
"Well, today's not really a good day Jess..." I said.
"Please Miss Edwards... I really need to talk to you about it... I'm really worried I'm doing it wrong... please?" Jess said with an almost childish tone, she smiled and looked at me.
I smiled back, trying to think of some way to get out of the situation, but nothing came to mind, meaning I had no reason not to just give in and allow the meeting. It was hard to really concentrate with everything going on, and still feeling the vibrator deep in my pussy. "Well... OK... I guess I can spend a couple of mins with you... just stay after class and we will discuss any questions you have, sound good?"
"Yes! Thank you Miss Edwards!" Jess said way too excitedly, "I'll see you later!"
"OK Jess, see you then" I replied, feeling a little uneasy about her reaction as I started to walk out the door and back to my class. Jess was a little bit different from other students I had, and this was proof of that.
I got back to class and students started to walk in. The minutes ticked by and no vibrations picked up in my pussy. Part of me was sad about that, the excitement, the risk, the dripping from my cunt, was all so exciting and hot, but at least it meant I could focus on my class for once, without constantly thinking of cumming.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 05:31 PM

This class ended, and another one started, again, no vibrations, nothing to distract me. I was getting used to the vibrator sitting deep in my pussy, it was becoming part of me, becoming normal almost, as weird as that sounds. Suddenly the day was drifting into some kind of a routine. If it wasn't for the antenna occasionally rubbing against my thigh I wouldn't have even known what was going on. My life truly had changed at this point.
The class ended, and the next one entered, the last one for the day, and this one included Jess. When I saw her walk in she gave me a big smile and I replied with a small one. I was reminded that I agreed to see her after class to discuss her paper. It was strange considering the paper wasn't due for a month, but she seemed like she was working on it now, so who was I to deny a student, even though deep down something just didn't seem right. If I could go back in time I would do anything I could to stop her from finding my bra and making things as awkward as they were.
As the class went on the more I noticed Jess looking up at me. Her eyes constantly rose from her desk and looked at me. The more I noticed the more she didn't seem to hide it anymore. Even when I was turned around, or at my desk I could feel her gaze on me. It was weird, but also, there was something about it. Having someone watching me so closely without even trying to hide it, was different. As much as it confused me, I felt a little turned on by it, being an object to someone. I know the blackmailer could watch me too, but it was different, they seemed so distant, like they weren't even a person.
Eventually the bell rang for the end of class, and the end of the day, and that meant it was time to meet with Jess. The students all funnelled out of the class until it was only her and me left, I sat down at my desk as she walked up towards me and sat down on a chair opposite me.
"Thanks for seeing me Miss Edwards, I REALLY appreciate it!" Jess started with a lot of energy.
"No problem Jess, I'm glad to help..." as I said it I felt like I should say something about the bra incident, it just seemed like it was hanging over everything, making everything awkward, like a cloud that just never quite rained. "Listen... Jess... I just wanted to say that... I'm sorry about the whole... you know... thing the other day." I blushed, there was just no stopping it. She saw it too, I could tell just by looking at her.
"Oh, it's no problem Miss Edwards, I was happy to help. I'm just happy you got your bra back... it looked really nice... I'm sure you didn't want to lose it..." Jess said with a smile. It was unnerving, and I felt my cunt moisten again.
"Well... thanks Jess... I appreciate it... I just, you know, maybe it can be our secret?"
"Of course Miss Edwards, no problem!" She replied right away while reaching out and touching my hand.
"Well... good... OK... thanks..." I started before finally changing the subject. It was obvious Jess had an ulterior motive. Could it be to get her grads improved? Maybe that's why we were meeting, so she could blackmail me into giving her a passing grade without actually doing the work. Suddenly it all made sense. "So, you said you wanted to talk about your upcoming paper?"
"Yes Miss Edwards, I just have a few questions if that's OK?"
I expected the first question to be quick and to the point, give me an A or I tell the principle. But it never came. Instead her questions were actually about the assignment, about how to do it better, how to structure the work. And as I listened to her questions, feeling like an actual teacher for a moment, the buzzing started.
I could feel the vibrator turn on deep inside my cunt. I immediately shifted in my chair and let out a little moan.
"Miss Edwards... are you OK?"
"Yes... just... ummmm a little tired. Please continue Jess." It took all of my strength to not push my chair back, spread my legs and start to rub my clit. I had been waiting to get off all day, and now, of all times and places this is where the asshole decides to turn on the vibrator again. Fucker.
I squeezed my legs together and tried to focus, I started to roll my chair back and forth slightly, enjoying the gentle feeling it made on my pussy.
"Miss Edwards, are you sure you're OK?"
My face was getting red, I swore I could hear the gentle buzz coming from me in the almost empty room. Could Jess?
"Yes, of course Jess..."
"Ummmm OK, so, how do you think I can make my writing better? Like how do you think I can get other people to like it more?"
Since there was no way I could concentrate I just started talking, hoping that it made sense.
"Well Jess... sometimes you need to think about... ummm... oh... ummm...what others will think about your writing... uhhhh... the situation... the plot... the characters... what they do... uhhhh... oh...ghh... ummmmm," it was getting so hard to concentrate, so hard not just to moan and swear and get off, but I held it together, barely, "you need to make your audience interested... ummm... they have to want to keep reading."
A moment passed that seemed like an eternity until Jess finally spoke.
"Hmmmm, OK Miss Edwards, so I need to think about the person reading what I write, and make sure that they will be interested in it... I think I understand. Thanks Miss Edwards!"
"No problem Jess... anything else you need?"
"Nope! That's good... thanks so much! See you at the next class!" Jess got up from her chair and smiled at me. It suddenly seemed like she couldn't wait to get out of there, it was definitely a strange meeting. Regardless though my pussy was dripping, and I had to do something about it.
It seemed like as soon as Jess left the vibrations got stronger, I let out a loud moan as I pushed my chair back from my desk and spread my legs. My hand darted under my skirt and began to rub my clit hard. I knew I wasn't supposed to cum, I remembered the message, but I wanted it so badly, I was losing control.
I slipped two fingers into my cunt beside the vibrator and started to fuck myself with them, my other hand coming down and picking up the pace on my clit. "Oh fuck..." I moaned as I felt the vibrations rush through my body. I was so horny, so turned on I didn't know what to do. I knew there would be some kind of punishment if I came now, but how could I stop myself? I had a vibrator in my pussy all day in college, the whole thought of it was slutty, and whoreish and amazing, and it made me so wet. I just had to get off here in my class. I slipped a third finger in.
For the next few minutes I fucked myself harder and harder, rubbing my clit, pinching it, flicking it, it all felt so good. As I continued to fuck myself I had a strange feeling that someone was watching, you know that sense you have when eyes are peering at you. I brushed it off though as I knew it was just the fucking blackmailer watching me however they do it. The reality was that being watched actually was turning me on more, somehow this blackmailer was making me enjoy this, and I hated them. The anger started to flow through me and fuel my fucking, I rammed my fingers into my cunt even harder.
Within moments I felt an orgasm wash over my. My body shaking. "OH YESS..." I said hoping no one would hear me. My head fell back over the back of the chair as my hands flopped to the side of the chair. The vibration in my pussy continued for a few minutes, letting my orgasm continue and roll over my body, until it finally turned off. As my brain started to come back to reality I still felt the feeling that someone was watching me. I turned my head towards the door and saw it click closed. My eyes widened and panic set over me like a hurricane.
I jumped up from my chair, pulling my skirt down and rushed over to the door, pulling it open and looking from left to right down the hall. Was someone watching me? Did I just get caught masturbating in my classroom? Is my life over? Did I finally ruin everything? I closed the door and fell back against it, standing there, my hands over my face, a tear ran down my cheek. What the fuck did I just do?
After a few minutes of contemplating my life I walked back to my desk to gather my things, trying to hold myself together. I picked up my phone and checked my messages. Of course there was one.
Message: I TOLD YOU NOT TO CUM
Message: NOW YOU WILL BE PUNISHED
Message: LUCKY FOR YOU I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW
And that was it. The messages didn't even phase me, my mind was still reeling from the door situation. I started to think about other options. Was I imagining it? Maybe it was a breeze that shut the door? Did Jess not shut the door when she left? Did I hear it click closed? I could feel my heart starting to pound faster. I was sure that as soon as I walked out of the room I would be confronted, I'd be fired, I'd be escorted out of the building, but when I opened the door there was no one there, just an empty hallway.
I continued to walk towards the door of the college, looking back behind my every few steps to see if someone was following me. I was paranoid now. Was this a trick by the blackmailer? I walked past the office and all of the lights were off. I continued outside to my car and saw Sam waiting beside it. Fuck, I completely forgot I had to drive me him.
"Sorry honey! I got held up, a student needed some help!" I said as I walked closer to the car.
"It's fine mom... are you OK?"
I realized my face was red from a mix of cumming and fear. I didn't know how to make it stop.
"Ya, I'm fine! Ready to go home?"
"Yep," Sam replied while getting into the car.
"Where's Emma?" I asked sitting in the driver's seat and closing the door.
"Oh, she said she would be home later, she had to do something, I don't know," Sam answered before going back to looking at his phone.
The ride home was silent, and when we returned I quickly retreated upstairs to take a shower. I had to wash everything off of me, the worry, the paranoia, the sex. I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and washed it off before putting it in my room. I let the water wash over me as I stood in the shower, part of my brain thinking about how good the vibrator felt today, and the other part battling with thoughts about the blackmailer, the door, Jess, Tina. Everything was getting out of hand, everything was piling on top of each other and my life was getting harder and harder to manage, to keep track of, to hide.
After my shower I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, I was in no mode to feel anything but comfy at that point. I was also in no mood to cook so I ordered some pizza and went downstairs, falling on the couch and laying down. I knew the bastards camera could see me, but I didn't care, I didn't even bring my phone down with me. Eventually Sam joined me, and soon after the food arrived.
"Emma didn't say when she would be home did she?" I asked Sam as I took another bite of my food.
"No, she just said she had something to do," he replied, turning his gaze back to the TV.
For the next hour we sat and watched TV in silence, I didn't know what he was thinking about, but my mind was going around in circles. I felt so tired, so helpless, so confused. Everything was changing, everything was getting harder to control. I was exhausted.
Eventually the front door opened and Emma walked in. Dbangd over one shoulder was her college bag, and in the other hand was a black plastic bag. My eyes widened. Maybe Sam didn't know what it was, what it meant, but I did. It was obvious that she had gone to a sex shop after college. To buy what? I didn't know.
"Hey Emma..." I said with my eyes locked on the bag.
"Hey," she replied with obvious attitude, throwing her bag down on the couch before walking into the kitchen to get a drink.
My eyes looked across the room to the other couch and tried peering into the black bag. I was trying to figure out what was inside it but couldn't quite make it out.
A few moments later Emma returned, grabbed the pizza box which had a couple of slices left, grabbed her bags and headed up stairs.
"I'll be in my room," were the only words she spoke before she disappeared.
I watched a bit more TV with Sam before heading upstairs myself. With my room being beside Emma's it was more than obvious what she was doing. Through the walls I could hear a low buzzing sound and moans that grew and subsided over time. I looked at my phone, no messages. I tried to read a book but couldn't concentrate with the sounds ringing in my ears. Before I knew it my hand was in my pants slowly rubbing my clit to my daughters masturbation. It was sick and dirty, and part of me loved it. There was no denying it, even though I tried to hate it. This is what my life was now.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 05:33 PM

I woke up the next morning with a sense of defeat running through my body. It wasn't the usual way I wake up, I usually have some kind of fight in me, some kind of resilience. But today I had none of that. I wasn't entirely sure why, maybe it was just the constant struggle I was going through, but there was no denying it. Hopefully something would happen to break me out of it.
My hand reached for my phone to check my messages ready to see what kind of sick task I was going to be given today, but surprisingly there was nothing, a little smile grew on my face. Could it be that things were turning around today already? I went for my shower, spending a few extra minutes in there then usual, really trying to relax and feel the water wash over me. I thought about the day ahead and how hopefully I wouldn't have to do anything crazy like yesterday, and I also thought about Emma and how our relationship was changing. It made me sad more than anything, but I had to try to keep it together, try to rebuild what we had, or at least make where things are going better.
When I put all of the clues together it was more than obvious that she knew what I was doing in class yesterday. We hadn't talked about it yet, she hadn't mentioned it, but it was obvious. Why else would she be so angry? So annoyed? And why else would she rebel and go to a sex store, and then masturbate so loudly in the house? I'm sure she masturbated before, probably many times, but it was never obvious, and now it was beyond obvious. The moans were still ringing in my head. I made the decision right there to talk to Emma this morning, first thing, before we left for class.
I got out of the shower in a much more upbeat mood than when I entered. I checked my phone again but there were still no messages so that meant I could wear what I wanted. The day really was getting better and better. A pair of jeans, and a sweater were what I chose. Comfortable, conservative, non-sexual, it was perfect. I slid on a pair of comfortable flat shoes and walked downstairs to make some cereal for Emma and Sam. As the minutes ticked by I started to get a little nervous again, the talk with Emma was going to be awkward, and there was no denying it. Luckily Emma came downstairs first meaning I could have the conversation without Sam hearing.
"Hey honey," I said as she walked in, pushing her bowl of cereal to the edge of the table.
"Hey," was all she replied with. She didn't even look at me. It hurt. I smiled back at her.
It took me a minute to build up the courage to broach the subject, but eventually I did, I took a deep breath and started, "Emma..."
"Ya," she said, raising her eyes to glare at me.
"Yesterday... ummmmm... in class..."
"Ya mom, I know you were fucking masturbating, OK? Fuck... what the fuck is even going on!" Emma said loudly which took me by surprise. "I mean, it's bad enough that you're my mom, but you're a fucking teacher! Are you seriously trying to ruin our lives? Or what?"
Her tone was like a dagger being driven into my soul. Her words burned my ears as I listened. I felt so ashamed, so broken.
"Emma, wait... I..."
"What mom? Are you going to tell me you didn't masturbate in class yesterday?"
Fuck, what was I going to say? How was I going to explain it to her? My brain was running through every single option, trying to come up with something, my heart was racing, I could feel myself starting to sweat, I didn't know what to do.
"Well mom? What's your excuse this time!?"
My mouth opened and I blurted out something I didn't plan on saying, "I'm being blackmailed..."
The words shocked me as they left my mouth. I didn't mean to say them, but I didn't know what else to say either. It all just happened before I could make another plan. Emma's words were hurting me so much, I felt like I was failing as a mother, I had to do something to stop the burning, and I said the truth. The question was what Emma was going to do with it. From the looks of it she was more shocked than I was.
"What did you say?" Emma asked, her mouth still agape.
I looked at her and decided to continue with the truth, "I am being blackmailed."
"What does that even mean mom?" the look in Emma's eyes was one of worry, the hatred had seemed to have vanished, at least for now.
"Someone has some information about me, and is using it to make me do things I wouldn't normally do, and if I don't do what they say they are going to release everything and basically ruin my life..." I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
Emma sat there, staring at me, not knowing what to say, until she got off her chair and gave me a long hug. It felt good. It felt good to finally tell someone the truth, it felt good to be hugged and feel love. I let out a sigh as Emma let go and sat back down.
"I can't believe it... but it also explains so much mom... how did this happen? What did you do so they could blackmail you?" Emma asked and my heart dropped a little.
The truth was I masturbated in my class room which was the thing Emma was mad about, and got caught. Was I still going to tell her this? Was I going to continue with the truth? I took a deep breath and decided at this point truth was the best thing to do.
"Well, Emma... I'm ashamed of what I did... a few weeks ago I masturbated in my classroom..." I paused for a second, watching Emma's face changing from concern to anger again, "but no one was there, I was alone, my door was locked, there wasn't anyway anyone could have seen, I swear!"
"Mom! What the fuck!" Emma said loudly again, "if no one could see then how did someone see?" Her question sounded strange, but made sense.
"Apparently this blackmailer has a camera in my classroom, a hidden camera, and they got the video, and then used it against me... I swear I didn't know!" I started to cry, the shame was taking over.
Emma came over and hugged me again, "Mom, I still can't believe you did what you did, but obviously you don't deserve this! Is that the only video they have?"
Through sobs I continued, "no... they have been recording everything... so it's all getting worse... each time they have more and more..."
Emma squeezed me tighter and we just sat there for a minute, "so all of the crazy things you've been doing are because of this blackmailer? I hate that they are making you do all of this and it's against your will."
I felt myself blush a little, I didn't hate all of it, that was the thing that made me more ashamed than anything.
"Mom...? You do hate it right? This is against your will right?" Emma could see the truth already.
"I mean... ya... I would never do these things usually... but... I mean it is exciting..." I couldn't believe I was saying this to my daughter, actually telling her the truth.
"So you're telling me you LIKE being blackmailed?"
"NO! I hate it, I would never jeopardize my life... our lives, like this. But... the things they are making me do... it is exciting... it is something I would... I guess fantasize about..." my face was turning bright red as the words came out.
"Jesus mom!" Emma said as we both turned to hear the stairs creaking as Sam walked down them.
"Please don't tell your brother!" I pleaded with Emma.
"Fine! But we are going to talk more about this later!"
"OK... thank you... I love you..." I said through a final sob before Sam stepped in the kitchen.
Emma and I acted as normal as possible, but really I was struggling. It felt like a weight was lifted off of my shoulder and I didn't know how to walk anymore. It was hard to stay focused. I didn't know what we would talk about later, but I wondered if I would admit to the camera I installed in the living room. Would Emma still understand that? Or would that be the end of our relationship?
The three of us headed to college as usual. Emma and me pretending that everything was perfectly normal. We got there and all went our separate ways. I kept thinking about the conversation that morning in the kitchen, but for now I had to try to be a normal teacher. I walked by the office and smiled at Tina who smiled back. She looked more relaxed today, so maybe the blackmailer had left her alone too.
I got to my class and went through the materials as usual. The second class was the same, and the third. The day was flying along, no issues, no messages from the asshole, I felt good. Lunch was as normal as it could be, I actually ate it in the teachers lounge and Tina stopped by to chat for a few minutes. The sun was shining, there was a cool breeze outside, and I could actually feel myself smile once and awhile.
After lunch though everything changed, and my life went back to the way it was before, fucked. Jess walked into class dressed completely differently. Well not completely differently, she still had on a black band t-shirt, but this time it was tied in a knot on her side showing off a little of her midriff, not hanging loose over her body. Below her waist was even more shocking, Jess was wearing a skirt. It was a black pleated skater skirt that ended half way up her skinny pale thighs. Her slight frame somehow looked sexy in her new outfit, something that shocked me a little. Socks were bunched up around her ankles and the same keds were on her feet. Jess looked at me as she walked in and gave me a little smile, and I smiled back instinctively. It was weird seeing Jess like she was, and she looked good. She took a seat in the front row and I started class.
For the first half of the class everything was normal, I wrote things on the board, I explained the work, there was a discussion, but once I sat down at my desk everything changed.
I was trying to do some work of my own when I glanced up and saw Jess looking back at me, her eyes glaring at me as she slowly opened her legs under her desk. She only moved her knees a few inches but it was obvious what she was trying to do, what she was planning to do.
For some reason I mouthed to her, "no", and this seemed to egg her on even more. I looked closely as her knees parted even further, a long dark tunnel was exposed between her legs. I couldn't see her panties, but there was an opening where they were. I looked around the class for a second to see if anyone else had noticed, but so far no one had, my eyes went back to Jess. I felt the shame roll over me again, I shouldn't be looking at my students like this, but I couldn't help myself. What would Emma think of me right now?
Jess's legs moved again, this time letting me see her panties for the first time. White cotton material was stretched over her mound and it looked amazing. I hated myself for thinking it, but I wanted to taste her, to move her panties to the side and lick her cunt. I knew I couldn't, I knew I had to resist and not do it, but I wanted too so badly. This new part of me that opened up was hard to control, but I had to do it.
Her legs opened a little more so her knees were now touching the edge of the desk. Her pale skin somehow made her even sexier, her grin turning me on more and more. I tried to do work but my eyes kept returning to the sight of her pussy. It was impossible to do work like this. I could feel my pussy moisten inside my jeans. I wasn't going to do anything about it, but it still felt good. What was happening to me?
The bell finally rang and everyone got up from their seats. Jess quickly closed her legs before anyone could see her. I watched as all of the students left the room, except for Jess. She waited until everyone had left and then came up to my desk, a big smile still on her face.
"Ms Edwards, thanks so much for the advice yesterday!" Jess said with glee. I tried to think back to what I had said, but couldn't remember.
"Ummmm what exactly helped Jess?" I said in a confused tone.
"Oh, the part about thinking about what my audience would want to see, well I think you said readers, but I knew what you meant!"
It then clicked in my head. I was who she wanted to like what she was writing, well in this case she wanted me to like her. Well I could say one thing, she did a good job.
"Uhhhh... well that's good Jess... I'm glad it helped..." I didn't know what to say, I wanted to bury my head in between her legs but I couldn't.
"Ms Edwards?"
"Yes Jess?"
"My mom said I should get some extra tutoring, so I was wondering if you would be able to come by my house, maybe after college, to help me with some of my work?" Jess said this in a completely convincing tone. Her ability to confuse me knew no bounds.
"Oh, well... Jess... I don't..." just then my phone buzzed and I glanced down at it on my desk, it was a message from the asshole.
Message: SAY YES
Fuck. Of course now the fucker messages me with something today. I didn't have a choice so I did what I was told.
"Ummmm... well Jess... OK I guess I can do that."
Jess looked so happy with my response, "Thanks Ms. Edwards!"
"Oh... no problem," I said back unsure.
"Oh, and my mom said that if you wanted, as a thank you for helping, you could go for a swim after... it's up to you... but you can decide later... oh and she said you could bring your kids if you want... but ya... up to you," Jess seemed a little less confident about this part, maybe she was embarrassed to ask, maybe her mom was making her, I didn't know.
"Well, we'll see", I answered quickly.
"OK, well I will see you after college Ms. Edwards... my address is 4432 Barkley Rd by the way."
I quickly wrote the address down in my notebook as Jess started to walk away, "OK see you later Jess."
With Jess out of the room my head dropped into my hands and I swore. Could things get any worse? Now I had to go to a students house and tutor them, and on top of that she was obviously into me. Fuck. I looked down at my phone.
Message: SOUNDS LIKE YOU WILL HAVE FUN TUTORING
Message: TAKE PACKAGE #10 AND GO FOR A SWIM
Message: MAKE SURE TO ASK SAM AND EMMA TO JOIN YOU FOR THE SWIM
Message: SEND ME A PICTURE FROM WITH IT ON AS PROOF
I wanted to throw my phone against the wall, but I didn't, I threw it in my bag instead. I got up and angrily walked to the car seeing Sam and Emma both standing there waiting.
"Sorry! I just had to talk to a student!" I said as I got closer. My mind was still full of fury but I tried to hide it.
While driving back to the house I decided it was as good a time as any to ask about this completely ridiculous swim that I was supposed to do.
"Hey... soooo..." I started not knowing how to start such a conversation, "I am going to tutor a student today... andddd... they asked if I wanted to go for a swim after... and to invite you two as well..." it was all so awkward, "do you want to come?" I finished the question and waited for the expected no's.
"Ummm what?" Emma asked turning to look at me, I glanced at her and gave her a look that said, 'I have no choice', and I could tell from her eyes that she knew right away. "Oh, ummm, ya, I guess I'll go. Who are you tutoring anyway?"
I gave Emma a little smile, it felt good knowing someone knew my secret and would be there with me. "Her name is Jess, and she needs some help with her work..." I didn't get to finish.
"Jess Brewer?" Emma spoke up "she is loaded! I bet her pool is amazing."
"Sam, do you want to come too?" I turned around quickly peering into the back seat.
Sam glanced up and uttered simply, "no," before looking back down at his phone.
"Well OK, so it sounds like it's just you and me Emma," I declared as I turned into our driveway, "so I'm going to head over in a few minutes, are you OK to take an Uber and meet me there in a couple of hours? I'll text you the address."
"Sounds good mom," Emma said while reaching over and squeezing my hand, and getting me to smile again.
We all went into the house and our separate ways. I got to my room and heard my phone buzz, I thought it would be Jess but instead it was the fucker again.
Message: TURN ON YOUR COMPUTER
"FUCK!" I said out loud even though I didn't know what they wanted. I walked over to my desk and turned on my laptop. A few seconds later it was on and showing my desktop, I saw the green light of the webcam turn on.
Message: WEAR JEAN SHORTS AND PACKAGE FOUR TO TUTOR
Package four? What the fuck could be in there? The first one was a vibrator. I rolled my eyes and went to my drawers, I picked out a pair of jean shorts that I thought would be appropriate. I slid my jeans off and pulled the shorts up, but before I could even finish buttoning them I heard another buzz.
Message: THOSE ARE TOO LONG SHORTER ONES OR CUT THOSE
I knew this was going to happen. As soon as I chose the shorts I had a sense I would be told they were too long, too conservative, not short enough to ruin my life. Fucker. I went back to my drawers and dug around until I found the shortest pair I could, they were old, and cupped my ass perfectly, to be honest even I thought they looked good on me. I slid them on and waited for a response.
Message: OK
That's all. OK. Asshole.
I took off my sweater and ripped open the packaged labeled "4". Inside was a white tank top, it looked normal from what I could see so I didn't quite understand why they wanted me to wear it. I pulled it over my head and before I could even get it all the way down I heard a buzz.
Message: NO BRA
"FUCK YOU!" I said out loud to the camera. But I didn't try to fight it, I just put my hands behind my back and undid my bra, slipping my arms through the straps and pulling it out from under my shirt. My tits released and fell a little.
Message: GOOD
Message: TAKE PACKAGE 10 BUT DON'T OPEN UNTIL YOU ARE GOING FOR A SWIM
Message: HAVE FUN WHORE
God I hated this fucking person. One day I was going to find out who they were and kill them. But right now I couldn't worry about that. I told Jess I would come after college so I needed to get moving. My eyes caught a glimpse of my outfit in the mirror. My shorts really did make my ass look good, and this was when I realized why they sent me this tank top. It was extremely thin, my nipples were clearly on display. The material stretched over my tits and showed them off like I was a slut. I felt my nipples harden a little as I stared, I couldn't believe I was going to wear this to a student's house. But at this point nothing was really that shocking anymore.
About 30 minutes later I finally pulled up into Jess's driveway. Emma was right, she was loaded. The house was huge. A four car garage sat out to one side, and large columns framed the large front door. I parked and got out, taking a minute to examine the true size of the building in front of me. While still taking in the structure I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, waiting, and unconsciously trying to cover my chest.
Jess opened the door a few seconds later dressed in her same outfit from college that day. I quickly glanced and looked her up and down, she really did look good dressed like this.
"Hi Ms Edwards!" Jess said with excitement, "thanks for coming!" Her eyes immediately went to my chest. I blushed.
"No problem Jess, and why don't you just call me Madison, OK?"
"Sounds good Ms... ummm... Madison," Jess replied while starting to walk through her house, "here follow me, I'll show you where I thought we could work."
I followed Jess as we walked towards the back of the house, her petite body swaying in front of me, my mind thinking of the cotton panties hidden underneath her skirt. Through the back were large glass windows looking out over a beautiful backyard and pool. If it wasn't for the whole being forced to be here thing, going for a swim here would have been amazing.
"Here we go Madison," Jess said while pointing to a large kitchen table and taking a seat.
I sat down beside her and grabbed some books from my bag and put them on the table. Jess sitting to my left opened her books too, I looked up at her and our eyes met, we both smiled. Just before we were going to get started Mrs. Brewer walked into the kitchen which was for some reason not something I was expecting.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 05:34 PM

Oh you must be Jess's teacher!" she said as she walked closer. I resisted the urge to get up and say hi, worried about my tank top not giving the best impression.
"Yes, I'm Ms. Edwards... but you can call me Madison," I said with as professional a smile as I could muster.
Mrs. Brewer was dressed in tight pink yoga pants that went down to her mid-calf, a tight white sports bra, and a pair of running shoes. It was obvious that she had had some work done, and her sports bra was straining to keep her chest in check. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and a pair of headphones hung around her neck. She was stunning, there was no denying that.
"Well Madison, Jess here has told me so much about you, she says you are her favorite teacher."
"Oh, well, I like Jess a lot too Mrs. Brewer," I said back with a smile.
"Oh please! Call me Brit!"
"Ok, Brit... Jess is really a great student," I smiled.
Jess looked over at me and smiled too, her hand moving under the table and landing on my knee, I froze for a second, wondering if her mom saw anything, but there was no way she could have.
"Well, I was surprised when Jess told me she felt like she needed some extra help, since her grades are always so good, but when she told me you were willing to help I couldn't really say no, now could I?" Brit said with a laugh. I just smiled back. "Well, I don't want to interrupt you two anymore, so I'll leave you alone. I'm going to head out for a run, and when I get back we'll all go for a swim... you're staying, right Madison?"
"Uhhhh... yes, I'll stay," I answered awkwardly, "oh, and my daughter, Emma, is coming too, I hope that is OK?"
"Of course! The more the merrier!" Brit answered as she popped her headphones into her ears, "have fun guys!" she said as she left.
I took a deep breath, realizing again that Jess's hand was still on my knee. I reached down and removed it without saying anything about it.
"Well Jess, your mom seems very nice."
"Ya, she isn't bad," Jess said, not really caring.
"Should we get started?" I questioned, just wanting to get things moving.
"Sure," was the simple response from Jess.
I started to look through the work in front of me, and over at Jess's work. I asked questions, and she answered. I didn't think it would happen, but we actually started to do some work. Jess was focused and I was helping, and part of me felt that this could be a normal tutoring session. Of course that only lasted a while before things took a turn. A turn I'm sad to say I enjoyed.
I didn't realize it at first but Jess started to reach over towards my book and papers, each time moving her arm a little closer to me, until eventually she was brushing my tits each time. Every question she had her arm would brush across my nipples, making them harder and harder over time. I could feel them push themselves against the thin fabric of my shirt, straining to get out. Each time they were touched my pussy would get wetter and wetter. Unconsciously I started to squirm in my seat, moving back and forth, just slightly, but I think Jess could tell.
She moved her chair a little closer to mine, it felt like she was on top of me, I could feel the heat from her body on mine. My pulse started to speed up from the arousal. I looked over at Jess and smiled slightly and she returned with the same. This continued for a few more minutes until out of nowhere Jess spoke up.
"Ms Edwards I have to be honest..."
I was immediately worried about where this was going.
"It's OK, you can tell me Jess," I don't know why I said this, I just knew what she was going to say wasn't going to be OK.
"Ms Edwards the reason I asked you to tutor me today has nothing to do with my work, or grades, or anything like that..." Jess paused again. I had to step in.
"Ummm why did you invite me over then Jess?"
Jess blushed deeply before she finally spoke, "Because... ever since I found your bra in the washroom I can't stop thinking about it... about you... about why you took it off... and about... how amazing you look... how amazing you are..."
I started to blush now too. Was it because she found my bra? Or because she was complimenting me?"
Jess continued, "you've been on my mind every single second from that moment and I just needed to get your attention... I needed to get closer to you..."
My mind asked a logical question, "so is that why you dressed differently today?"
"Yes Ms Edwards... I wanted you to notice me..." Jess looked down as she said it, her shyness taking over.
I felt bad for her, something about her just seemed so sweet and innocent, "well I definitely noticed you today Jess..."
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked, still looking down.
Did I dare tell her the truth? To tell her that I loved seeing her open her legs for me, how her white panties turned me? Or do I tell her no, and hurt her feelings? My pussy seemed to make the decision for me.
"Yes Jess... I did..."
Jess looked up at me and smiled, she moved closer and wrapped her right arm around my body, and her left hand went to my knee. Her head moved in closer to mine and I felt her breath on my ear. Finally she whispered, "I'm so happy you liked what you saw today Ms Edwards...". It was like she was just waiting for me to admit I liked what I saw to truly do what she wanted to.
Her hand started to move up my leg onto my inner thigh and she whispered again, "Ms Edwards, you make me so horny...". Her words bore into my soul and my pussy started to leak even more. Hearing those words whispered to me from one of my students was just so wrong, so inappropriate that my inner slut couldn't take it.
I felt her hand move up and land on top of my pussy, pushing into my pussy through my shorts, then her fingers started to work on my button. I wanted her to touch me so badly. She whispered to me again as the button popped open and I heard the zipper slide down.
"I want to be whatever you want me to be Ms. Edwards... I want you to like what you see everyday... I want you to tell me what you want me to wear so I can make you happy... I want to be your little play thing Ms. Edwards..."
I felt her fingers slide into my shorts and feel my wet pussy through my panties, I let out a moan, not trying to hide anything anymore, my eyes closed and my head fell back. She grabbed my hand and moved it over towards her, sliding it up under her skirt and pushing it against her equally wet panties.
"See Ms. Edwards you make me so horny..."
"No... Jess... this is wrong... so wrong... we shouldn't do this..." I tried to fight back in a low voice, not convincing her or myself.
"But Ms. Edwards... it feels so good doesn't it?"
Oh god she was right, it felt so good, so dirty, so wrong, and so amazing. "Yes Jess..." was all I could muster.
I continued to rub her pussy as she continued to rub mine. My hips started to work their way around in a circle, grinding back against her hand.
"Ms Edwards... tell me what you want me to be... tell me what would turn you on..." Jess whispered again.
My mind was racing, trying to control myself a little, trying to stop what was happening, but also having no control, I was melting, and I wanted nothing more than for it all to continue.
"Jess..." I mumbled, "dress like a little teenage slut for me... that would turn me on so much... show me that amazing little body of yours and my pussy will drip for you..." I couldn't believe I just said that, but I did, and for some reason it made me even more turned on.
Jess picked up the pace on my pussy as my breathing increased.
I heard a click, and then a door swing open and closed. My eyes popped open, I felt Jess's hand quickly move out of my shorts, and my hand followed from under her skirt. We both sat up as fast as we could as Brit walked in from the other end of the kitchen, sweaty, but with a big smile on her face.
"Hey you two, how's it going!" Brit asked while walking towards us, water bottle in hand.
I knew my face was flushed, my heart was beating fast, and my shorts were still undone. I pulled my chair further under the table to make sure that Jess's mom couldn't see that her daughter's teacher had her shorts undone, and her panties were soaking wet.
"Hey mom," Jess said, trying to sound as normal as she could, shifting her eyes back down to the pages in front of her.
"Hi Mrs. Brewer, how was your run?" my mind was struggling to come up with normal conversation comments.
"Oh it was great Madison, I feel amazing!" she smiled and took another sip of her water. "Are you two almost done? I was just going to get cleaned up and then go for a swim."
Jess looked over at me and I guess took a hint from my stare, "Ya mom, I think we're done... I guess we'll get ready for a swim too..."
"Sounds good," I added, "I'll text my daughter and see if she is still going to come."
"Awesome! Maybe we can have a drink or two!" Brit smiled and winked at me, "see you two out there!" And with that Brit left the kitchen, leaving Jess and I together again.
My pussy was throbbing, it wanted her to continue, I wanted her to continue. But we couldn't. And I knew we shouldn't. Jess got up from the table, closing her books, her hand touched my shoulder and turned me towards her slightly, before bending down and giving me a soft kiss on the lips, I moaned, I felt ashamed, but I couldn't help myself.
As she walked away she lifted her skirt showing me her tiny little ass in her white panties. Jess was everything I didn't think she was. I used to think she was a shy smart student, but now I knew she was always a little slut hidden under her clothes, waiting to be let out. Little did I know that finding my bra would give her the power she needed to let herself out.
I got up from the table and quickly zipped and buttoned up my shorts, pulling my tank top down and putting my books and papers into my bag. I grabbed my phone and texted Emma the address and saying we would be going swimming soon, she replied right away saying she would be on her way in a minute.
In one of the guest washrooms I put my bag on the counter and took a deep breath. I turned on the tap and let the water run for a minute before splashing some on my face, trying to calm myself down, trying to get centered. What was I doing? Letting a student rub my pussy? Rubbing a student's pussy? My life was just such a mess now. I wasn't even blackmailed to do it, I wasn't forced to do any of it. I let it happen. Even worse, I wanted it to happen. I was ashamed, but also turned on, also feeling alive and excited, it was hard to know what to do, where to stop, and when to let go. I splashed more water on my face.
The package I brought with me, number 10, stared at me while it laid on the counter. I had no idea what was inside, but I was worried. I imagined it was some kind of extremely small bikini that would leave nothing to the imagination. How would I explain that to Mrs Brewer? Another moment passed before I took the plunge and ripped the package open.
Inside was a piece of white fabric. When I held it up I was very surprised to see that it was a one piece suit, not a bikini like I thought it would be, and it made me feel a little better. I removed my shirt, and pulled down my shorts and panties, before slipping the suit up my legs and into place. The bottom portion fit tightly, and was very much like a bikini, but of course it was a thong, pulling up between my cheeks. In the front it continued up towards the top with a piece of fabric that partially covered my stomach, but the back and sides were completely open. The top stretched up over my chest and I pulled it over my head and behind my neck. The sides had strings like a normal bikini and I pulled them behind my back and tied them in a knot. My eyes looked at myself in the mirror, taking in the image of me in this bathing suit that my blackmailer sent me. It was a little hard to admit, but I loved it. If it wasn't for the thong back I would have felt very comfortable wearing this. It felt great, I felt sexy. Maybe it was because I was turned on, or thinking about what had happened with Jess, but I just felt amazing, confident. A smile crept onto my face. I took a picture to send to the asshole and sent it. My task was done.
I opened the door and headed into the hallway that led to the pool area. As I walked a door opened ahead of me and Brit walked out, turning to look at me.
"Wow Madison, you look amazing!" she said as her eyes moved up and down my body. The bathing suit really did show off my body in the best ways somehow.
"Well thank you," I said with a smile, "you look great too." Brit's bikini was not something a mother would usually wear, but maybe seeing what she ran in should have been a clue. The top was stretched against her obviously augmented tits, a little of them showing under the fabric, and the sides clear to see. The red fabric looked amazing against her lightly tanned skin and blonde hair. She wore a sarong so I couldn't see the bottoms, but I was sure it was equally revealing.
"Well thank you Madison, that is very nice of you... here come... lets have a drink," Brit motioned and as she walked ahead of me, leading me out onto the patio beside the pool. She went behind an outdoor bar and started to pour a couple of drinks."So Madison, how long have you been a teacher?"
"Oh, ummm, about 10 years actually," it was kind of nice to have a normal conversation, "I had my kids really young, but I was lucky to still be able to finish college... and ya... now I'm here," I said with a chuckle.
Brit went over and laid down on a lounger and I followed, sitting beside her. The evening sun beaming down on us. It felt amazing. For the next few minutes we chatted, Brit told me about how they didn't always have money, but over the years Mr. Brewers business had grown and now they were lucky enough to live the way they do. She told me about how they love to travel, and how she has been worried about Jess, how she never really had many friends and spent so much time together. She also mentioned how lately Jess has seemed better, happier, and she thanked me. It felt good to know I did some good, but I also felt horrible knowing what was really going on. I smiled.
The door opened behind us and Jess walked out in a baby blue bikini that was much sexier then I would have thought she'd wear. Her skinny body being shown off, her pale skin needing some sun. Seeing her in a bikini just showed even more how small she was, so petite, so innocent looking. If only her mom knew how slutty she was deep down.
"Oh Jess! You finally wore the bikini I bought you! You look amazing honey!" Brit said as she asked Jess to turn around to show her.
"Ugh... fine!" Jess complained as she spun. Her little tits didn't need much covering, and her ass was small as well, but the fabric bunched up in the middle doing the best it could to show it off. I felt the horniness come back as my eyes looked her up and down.
"Doesn't she look amazing Madison? I always tell her she looks amazing," Brit asked.
"Yes... she looks amazing," I smiled at Jess and she smiled back.
DING DONG. The doorbell rang through the house.
"Oh that must be your daughter," Brit said getting up from her seat and heading inside, "I'll be back in a minute."
I turned my head to watch as Brit disappeared inside, before I could look back at Jess she was on top of me, her legs straddling my waist, her hands on my shoulders, her head coming towards mine, our lips locking, her tongue entering my mouth. Involuntarily I reached around and grabbed her ass. I wasn't thinking straight. My hands squeezed and pulled her ass apart, making the fabric sink deeper into her cheeks and showing more of her pale skin.
"Mmmmm Ms Edwards you make me so fucking horny..." Jess said breaking our kiss for a second.
"Jess! Your mom is going to see!"
Jess pushed up off of me and smiled as the door opened behind us. Was she crazy or just very good at what she was doing? I didn't know but she was turning me on so much it was getting hard to control.
"Hey mom," Emma said as she walked around in front of me.
"Hey Emma, glad you made it."
"Wow... that is some bathing suit you have on there," Emma said with a raised eyebrow.
I gave her a look, "well you know." She nodded back knowing that it was because of the blackmailer. It was so nice to be able to share this secret with someone, even if it was my own daughter.
Emma put her stuff down on a chair and pulled her top over her head, stretching out her body and showing off her toned stomach as she did. A bright pink bikini top came into view. She pushed her loose grey shorts down her legs showing off a matching bikini bottom. Just like with Jess, the bikini really showed off Emma's body. And just like with Jess I was struggling between proper thoughts, and dirty thoughts.
For the next while Brit and I talked, and Emma and Jess talked. It was actually nice to see the two girls being friendly. If it wasn't for being blackmailed, and thinking my daughter was sexy, and Jess seducing me, and me wearing a bathing suit I'd never usually wear, this would have been a nice time.
"How about a swim everyone?" Brit spoke up, getting up from her lounger and removing her sarong and letting us all see for the first time she was also wearing a thong. Her ass was amazing, it was hard to take my eyes off of it. I guess when you don't work, you have time to work out. I looked over to Jess and Emma and they were a little in shock, well at least Emma was.
Brit walked over to the pool and slowly entered down the steps. Emma was the next one to follow, and then Jess. I was nervous because Emma hadn't seen the back of my suit yet, but what was I going to do, lay there the whole time?
I got up and entered down the same steps into the pool. The water felt amazing. We all spent time in there, sometimes talking, sometimes wading around alone. Jess and Emma continued to chat. Brit went to get us some drinks as I relaxed, letting the sun and water work to wash away some of my stress.
I watched as Jess and Emma talked and started to splash each other with water. Before I knew it I had caught their eye and both of them started to move towards me with evil grins on their faces.
"No! Don't!" I said with a smile as they approached, but it was no use, they both splashed me with water over and over, my arms raising trying to block the water without any affect. I laughed, as they continued to splash me. "Stop it! Please!" I struggled through another laugh. "OK OK you win!"
I retreated to the edge of the pool and started to walk up the stairs, feeling the air on my wet body made me shiver a little, and I felt my nipples instantly harden. I didn't think much of it until I turned around and looked back at Jess and Emma, their mouths agape, Jess's turning into a sly smile. "What?" I asked, looking confused.
"Mom..." Emma started, "your bathing suit... it's completely see through..."
My eyes grew as shock hit my face, I looked down to see my nipples clearly through the material. I bent a little further and saw my pussy lips pushing against the fabric. My well used hole was on display for Jess and Emma, my face went red and I quickly turned. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know!. I ran back to my lounger and laid down, grabbing a towel and putting it on top of me.
Brit walked back with the drinks and immediately noticed there was a strange energy in the air. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Oh, Ms Edwards had a little bit of a wardrobe malfunction," Jess said with a giggle.
"Oh, that's too bad... why don't you show me?" Brit asked putting the drinks down and coming over beside me, "here," she grabbed the towel and pulled it off of me before I could get a good grip on it. "Oh... I see... well... you have an amazing body Madison so no worries, show it off, we're all girls here!" Brit said. She always seemed happy. Was she on drugs?

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 05:35 PM

I smiled back at her and nodded. What was I supposed to do at that point anyway? I looked back at Jess, she gave me a smile, I looked over at Emma and she gave me a knowing glance. It was what it was. I laid there for a while letting the last of the sun slowly dry out my suit. It felt pretty good to be so open about being on display, not trying to cover up, not worrying about what people thought, just letting it happen. I closed my eyes and let thoughts of everything float around my mind.
Before I knew it Emma tapped me on the shoulder. It was time for us to go. I grabbed my things, slid my jeans shorts and tank top over my now dry bathing suit and waited for Emma to do the same.
"Thanks so much Mrs Brewer... uh... Brit... for letting us stay for a swim," I said as we walked to the front door.
"No problem at all Madison! Anytime! Maybe you'll be over to tutor Jess again sometime soon," she replied as she reached in and gave me a hug, that was just the kind of person she was.
"Thanks for tutoring me today Ms Edwards," Jess said while standing back a little further.
"No problem Jess... anytime...," why did I say that?
Jess and Emma said their goodbyes, and surprisingly exchanged phone numbers. Were they becoming friends?
Emma and I walked out to the car, Emma getting in first while I walked around to the drivers side, but before I could get in Jess came running out the door.
"Ms Edwards! Ms Edwards!" she said as she got closer. I stopped, and walked around the car meeting her half way.
"Jess... what is it?"
"You forgot this," she said as she handed me a blank piece of paper with one hand, and her balled up panties in the other, "these are for you Madison..."
I blushed right away. Jess was amazing in all the best and worst ways. She smiled and walked inside, closing the door behind her. I was shocked. My student just handed me her wet panties. I didn't move for a minute until I heard Emma ask what I was doing. I shoved the panties and paper into my pocket and got in the car.
I was still in shock about what had just happened when Emma started speaking.
"Mom... we need to talk more about this blackmailer... what the fuck is going on," she started, "that bathing suit today... they made you wear it didn't they... I mean I know they did..."
I kept driving, "yes... they did..."
"OK... good... I think... I mean I didn't think you would wear something like that usually... but... you have been different lately... so who knows," Emma stumbled, I could tell she wasn't sure how to continue the conversation.
"Look... Emma... you can ask me anything you want, OK? I want to be honest with you... I just... I'm in this situation and I'm trying to make the best of it... trying to keep you and Sam and me safe..." I tried to reassure her.
"OK... I get that mom... but I feel like... I need to know more... like... I need to understand what they have on you now... what they've made you do... I mean how much trouble would you get in if you just stopped?" Emma asked.
I took a minute to think and then started to cry. I couldn't help myself.
"Mom... it's OK... you can tell me..."
I pulled over into a parking lot as there was no way I could drive through the tears. I turned to Emma and said, "fine... I'll tell you... but please don't hate me..."
For the next 20 minutes I explained what I had done, at least as far as I could remember. I told her about masturbating in class. I told her about how I had to do it in the washroom. I told her about Tina and I even told her about how they made me dress differently at the house. The whole conversation was humiliating, but it all just came out like a waterfall.
"And... I've even dragged you and Sam into it... without knowing... it just happened!" I spurted out through tears.
"What do you mean mom... what did you do? I don't remember anything..." Emma asked, trying to console me, her arm wrapped around me.
"They are the ones that told me about your secret Instagram account... and... the other day... they made me install a webcam in the living room... and now they can watch any of us when we are downstairs... I'm so sorry Emma... I'm so so sorry..."
"It's OK mom... it's OK..."
"No... it's not... it's not OK... and the worst part is... the very worst thing about it... is I like some of it..." my crying increased and I put my head in my hands trying to hide my embarrassment.
Emma moved closer and hugged me tight, "mom... it's OK... it's OK... it was bound to happen... everything you told me... well... is crazy... but... it would make you excited for sure... I mean... just hearing about it sounds exciting... I'm sure you have just gotten used to it... maybe... I mean, and maybe not... but maybe... you really do like it... there is nothing wrong with that. But... being blackmailed is not right... we have to figure out a way to stop this fucker!"
Her words made me feel so much better. It felt so good to really let loose and tell her everything. Well, I didn't tell her about Jess, but everything about the blackmailer at least. It felt right. I shouldn't have secrets, even if they are this fucked up, from my daughter.
"So... so what do I do?" I sniffled.
Emma thought for a second, and then answered, "for now, just keep doing what you are doing... we will figure something out... I promise."
"Thanks honey... and I'm so sorry..."
"Mom! Stop saying you're sorry... it's not your fault. Now let's go get some food, I'm starving!" she chuckled.
Through my tears I chuckled too. We left the parking lot and picked up some food on the way home. I felt better. I felt freer. And I didn't feel as ashamed for having the feelings I've been having lately. Life was seeming a little more positive all of a sudden.
We got home and found Sam sitting on the couch watching TV. Emma and I went to get changed and joined him. We watched a movie and chatted and ate. I pointed out the camera to Emma quietly and she ignored it, not wanting to give away that she knew.
I went to bed before both of them and was cleaning up my clothes from my room when I found Jess's panties in my shorts pocket. I took them out and brought them to my nose taking a deep breath. My cunt moistened immediately. I laid down on my bed and brought myself to orgasm with Jess's panties on my face just before passing out.

hirarandi · 09-04-2021, 05:47 PM

I woke up on Saturday feeling horny immediately. Unlike other days where I had regret, hatred or was confused on what my life had become, today I woke with a smile and a wet pussy. The events of the day before, the experiences with Jess, the bathing suit, just overall feeling slutty and sexy, it was starting to change how my mind worked.
Jess's panties laid beside my head and I picked them up again and sniffed them, taking a deep breath, savouring Jess's pussy scent. I loved it. I didn't want to love it, but I did, and I was starting not to fight it anymore.
I looked at my bedside clock and saw it was already 10:30am which was a lot later than I normally slept in. My hand grabbed my phone and I opened it up. Part of me hoping there was a message. I could feel my fight slipping away as I was getting more and more turned on. I didn't want to like what was happening, but it was hard not to. The fear of getting caught made me so excited even though I knew it would ruin my life. It was a sick and twisted way to think, but I couldn't help it. I knew I still needed to end this, to figure out a way to stop doing what I was doing, being forced to do, but it was getting harder to fight, and easier to give in. I hated myself.
To my excitement, or dread, there was a message.
Message: REMEMBER YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED FOR CUMMING
Message: DID YOU FORGET SLUT?
I had forgotten. I forgot all about it.
Message: OPEN PACKAGE 8 AND WEAR IT ALL DAY
Message: HAVE FUN WHORE
God, the way the asshole spoke to me pissed me off so much. But the words slut and whore made my pussy twitch. It was such a frustrating mix of emotions every time I saw a message pop up on my phone.
I assumed package number 8 was some piece of clothing, but there was only one way to find out. I got out of bed and walked over to the pile of packages still laying there. After finding the one labeled "8" I noticed it had something hard inside. There was no way it could be clothing. My hands ripped it open and a large black butt plug fell out onto the ground. I gasped.
I bent down to pick it up and looked at it closer. It was big. There was no other way to describe it. It wasn't one of the little tiny ones you see some girls wear, this was at least one and half, maybe two inches wide. I held it in my hands as I inspected it. I moved it up closer to my mouth and licked it. I couldn't help myself. Having it in my hand turned me on so much. I ran my fingers along it before slipping it into my mouth, running my tongue over it. I moaned out loud which shocked me. I was so horny.
In the shower I let the water wash over my while my hand gently rubbed my pussy. The butt plug sat on the shelf in front of me, staring at me, ready to be used. Soapy water cascaded over my tits and down my ass. I reached around and made sure to play with my ass a little, sliding a finger, and then two into my hole. "Mmmmmm" I moaned as I slowly fucked my asshole with my fingers. It had been awhile since I played with my ass and doing it again made me feel like a slut. I loved it.
I grabbed the plug off the shelf and spit on it before bringing it around to my asshole to start to push it in. It was too big to just push in all at once, I had to work at it. I pushed a little harder with each stroke, moving it in and out of my ass. My other hand started to rub my clit as the plug moved further and further up my ass. It felt so good, so amazing, "oh fuck yes... fuck your ass you little slut," I said while continuing to push harder.
The toy was almost in as I was getting closer to cumming. I slipped two, then three fingers into my cunt while my other hand continued to push the toy deeper. I could feel the end of it start to slip in, it was stretching my hole nice and wide, just the way I liked it. My fingers rammed themselves into my cunt as the plug slipped all the way in. I let it sit there for a second before pulling it out. The best part was feeling my sphincter open and close around it. I started to fuck my ass with it while I fucked my cunt with my fingers. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck... god I'm such a fucking whore... oh shit... I fucking love it... I fucking LOVE FUCKING MY ASS," I yelled out as I got close to cumming. I kept working my fingers and the plug into my holes harder and faster, "fuck, fuck, fuck..." I kept saying right before the toy slipped in for the last time, my cunt spasmed, my body shook, I had to hold myself up against the wall so I didn't fall. My breathing was heavy, I was sweating somehow in the shower, my balance was off. I felt amazing.
As my mind cleared I stood back up and cooled down. Why was I being like this? Where was the conservative teacher I used to be? I knew that I always loved stretching my holes, but it never controlled my life. Now everything to do with being a slut was somehow becoming the main thing I thought about. It was taking over. Cumming in the shower wasn't bad, but the fact I did it while thinking about being blackmailed, and using a butt plug my blackmailer sent me made me shiver with disgust and lust.
As I got out of the shower I felt the plug move in my ass. Each step I took it moved up and down just slightly, but enough to make me notice it, and every time I noticed it it turned me on a little more. I looked over at my desk and noticed my laptop was still open, the green light was on, I turned and bent over a little, showing the blackmailer my ass. I wasn't sure why I did it, it just happened. Was I showing off to them? Was I enjoying it more than I would admit? I didn't want to think about it.
I put on a pair of panties and jeans. I knew the jeans would keep me from touching myself, unlike a skirt or a dress. I had to plan ahead. I threw a bra and t-shirt on and headed downstairs. Both Sam and Emma were already up and sitting in the kitchen having some toast and cereal.
"Hey guys," I said as I walked in heading to the fridge to get some orange juice.
"Good morning mom," Emma said before she got up and gave me a hug. It was weird, but nice. I wrapped an arm around her and hugged her back.
Emma went back to sit down and finished her food. My eyes watched her ass in her dark red leggings. I hated myself. She turned her head and smiled at me, I smiled back, hoping she didn't notice.
"So... what is everyone's plan for the day?" I asked.
"Oh, well I am actually meeting some friends at the mall today... could I borrow the car? Or can you give me a ride?" Emma asked.
Going to the mall actually sounded like a good idea. It was the weekend, and why not treat myself a little? Why not try to do something to take my mind off of everything that had been happening? Of course as soon as I moved I felt the plug in my ass and realized there wouldn't be much forgetting about things today.
"Ummm maybe I'll go to the mall too actually... I could use some new clothes... Sam, do you want to come?" I looked over at Sam at the table, "you can get whatever you want... on me..."
He looked up at me, "Oh... ummm... I guess... sure..." he was uneasy, but it was good that he agreed to something.
I grabbed a bowl and poured some cereal and sat down between Emma and Sam. It was a nice family moment even though no one spoke. I felt the plug push further into my ass as I sat there, I moved around a little, feeling it dig deeper and deeper. I loved the way it felt. I wanted to pull it out and push it back in again, over and over, but I couldn't. That is why I wore jeans.
Emma got up first, her loose sweater lifting a little showing off her midriff, "I'm going to go and get ready... can we go soon?"
"Sure, whenever you're ready," I said as I took another spoonful of cereal. I assumed Sam didn't need anytime to get ready.
Within a few minutes we were all in the car on our way to the mall. Emma leaned over closer to me while I was driving.
"Mom... just so you know... I'm still thinking about... you know... and... I think I might have a plan... maybe... I'll let you know..." she whispered.
I looked over at her and smiled, not wanting to draw attention from Sam, I mouthed "thank you" in silence.
The rest of the drive was silent, and when we got there Emma went ahead and met up with her friends. Sam and I walked in together, him in his tight jeans and t-shirt, and we walked through a couple of stores. I looked for some items, shorts, jeans, shirts, and he went off on his own. The problem was every time I did anything I felt the plug move in my ass, and everytime it moved the hornier I got, and the hornier I got the sluttier the clothes I wanted to buy. I started off with jeans and sweaters and was now looking at lingerie and spandex shorts. All I wanted to do was push my jeans and play with my cunt, but I knew I couldn't, I was trying to convince myself that I didn't want to either, but I knew that was a lie. I had to find Sam to distract myself.
It took me a few minutes but eventually I found him, but not where I thought I would. Sam was browsing in the teenage girls section. My initial reaction was surprise, but it made sense based on everything that had happened. I just wanted him to be happy.
"Hey Sam... how's it going?" I asked in a loving tone.
"Oh... hey mom... I'm just..."
"It's OK Sam... you can get whatever you want... just be... you... OK?" I smiled.
"OK..." I got a little smile out of Sam.
He had a pair of girls jeans in his hands, and a couple of t-shirts. I wondered if he wanted to go further, but wasn't sure if he should.
"Hey... honey... what about this?" I held up a black pleated skirt, a little nervous about what he would say.
Sam walked over and touched the material, a good sign. "Do you think this would look good on me?" he asked, I was surprised he opened up to it so quickly, but happy nonetheless.
"Yes, of course Sam, I think it would look amazing on you!" his skinny frame meant a lot of the clothes would look good on him.
Beside us was a display of different panties, 5 for $15, all piled together. I started to rummage through them picking up ones I thought would look cute on Sam. It felt a little weird doing this for my son, but at the sametime I was feeling extremely progressive.
"Hey, why don't you try these on too?" I said as I passed him a handful of panties. His face blushed right away.
"Thanks mom..." he said in his usual shy tone.
I followed him as he walked to the change rooms. It wasn't very busy so he didn't have to worry about too much embarrassment. I sat outside, feeling the butt plug dig deeper into my ass again and waited for him. My phone rang in my bag, it was odd because almost everyone texted me. I dug it out of the bottom of my purse and saw it was Tina.
"Hello?" I said as I accepted the call.
"Hey Madison... how are you?" Tina said with a little tremble in her voice.
"Ummm... I'm good... how about you?"
"Oh... well... you know... anyway... I was wondering if you'd like to go out tonight? Maybe to a club?" Tina was definitely nervous and I knew why. It was obvious she was told to make this call. I played along as if I had no idea why she was calling, but I was also curious as to why the blackmailer would want her to invite me to a club.
"A club? Tonight? Wow... I haven't been to one in so long... ummm... ya sure... why not! It sounds like fun actually!" It was the truth, it did sound like fun. I haven't been to one in a long time and maybe letting out a little bit of steam would be good for me.
"OK... awesome... ummmm how about I pick you up around 9 tonight? Is that OK?" Tina asked.
"Yes, sounds perfect Tina, I can't wait!" I said excitedly, "see you tonight."
"Bye Madison, see you tonight," Tina ended the call and I put my phone back into my bag. I didn't know exactly what was going on, why she invited me, or what the blackmailer had planned, but I was excited all the same.
My phone buzzed and I dug it out again. This time it was a text from the asshole.
Message: TINA IS GOING TO ASK YOU TO GO OUT TONIGHT
Message: SAY YES
I replied right away.
Me: I already did
Message: GOOD GIRL
My pussy throbbed when I read the words 'good girl'. Was I being good? Should I have said no? Did I fall into some kind of a trap?
Message: WEAR PACKAGE NUMBER 9 WHEN YOU GO
Message: AND CHECK YOUR PHONE WHEN YOU ARE THERE
Message: HAVE FUN SLUT
Fuck. I hated this fucker, but at the sametime my pussy was dripping inside my jeans. I was falling apart. I was starting to like being told what to do and it was killing me. How did I let this happen? How did I let my lust take over from my rationality? I needed to find a way to get things back to normal, but I didn't know if I ever would.
Sam opened the curtain and walked out wearing some jeans and one of the shirts he had grabbed. They looked great on him like I knew they would, but what I really wanted to see was the skirt, I wanted to see him in what I knew deep down he wanted to be in.
"They look great honey... but... why don't you try the skirt?" I said in the most loving tone I could muster.
He smiled and re-entered the change room. I waited patiently, my mind thinking about seeing Tina tonight, wondering what she would wear, thinking about how sexy she was, and of course wondering what the blackmailer had planned.
Sam opened the curtain and came out, this time wearing the black skirt. It was short on him, ending higher than mid-thigh, I could see his black boxers reaching down below the bottom of the skirt. He gave me a big smile.
"So what do you think Sam?" I asked, looking over his outfit again.
"I really like it... it feels... right..." he said with a smile. It was nice to see him smile.
"Well, why don't you try it on with a pair of the panties I picked for you? It will look better without your boxers showing," I said completely serious. It would look better, but I don't think he was expecting it.
"Ummm... OK..." he said a little unsure as he returned into his room.
A few more moments passed, and a few more thoughts about tonight flew through my head, before Sam came out again.
"Wow... much better," I said immediately as I looked him over. Now I could see his thin legs go under the skirt without the boxers. Suddenly I could see the femininity. If I just saw his legs and the skirt I would have thought he was a girl. "You look amazing Sam."
Sam spun around letting the skirt move and wave, a big smile on his face. The longer he stood there the more I noticed something not quite right though. At first my mind couldn't quite figure out what it was, it wasn't something I'd seen before so it wasn't obvious, but eventually I realized he was getting hard under the skirt. I could see it raise a little in the front. I wasn't sure if he knew, or if he thought it wasn't noticeable. I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to embarrass him, but at the sametime I thought he should know.
"Sam... why don't you show me the panties you have on..." I said. I knew if he showed me it would be obvious.
"Ummmm what?" Sam said, clearly not sure what to do.
"Oh it's OK honey, just show me, I've seen everything before... remember?", as soon as I said it I knew it was a mistake, he blushed right away, memories of me catching him springing up in both of our heads.
"No... it's OK..." he responded softly, clearly embarrassed, the thing I was trying to avoid.
"Oh no... please honey... I promise it will be OK... I won't say anything..."
Sam spun around so his back was too me and lifted the skirt, showing me his ass covered in a pair of pink lace boy shorts. Again if I didn't know it was him, I would have thought it was a girl for sure.
"OK Sam... turn around, I want to see everything," I said.
Reluctantly he started to turn, and while he did I heard the words, "I'm sorry" come from his mouth. I saw it almost right after, his cock was straining against the material. My face went red as I saw it even though I knew it was there.
"Oh... ummm... I see..." I tried to show some level of surprise.
"Sorry mom... I just..." Sam started.
"No... no need to say anything Sam... it's perfectly fine..." I interrupted, "but I think... maybe you should take care of that honey."
I couldn't really believe I said what I did. His face turned the brightest red I had seen, and his eyes grew big in shock. He stood there not knowing what to do.
"It's OK... just go in the change room, and you know... take care of it..." I said, trying to make my original comment seem completely normal.
Sam with the same shocked look on his face went back into the change room with his hard cock still hidden in his panties. He closed the curtain but didn't get it all the way across and from my seat I could see just a sliver of what was going on inside. I was about to get up and fix it for him but before I could I saw his cock pop out from his panties and his hand wrap around it. I sat back down, trying not to watch but it was impossible.
For the next few minutes I watched as Sam stroked his cock in the change room, his one hand holding the skirt up, and his balls still held inside the panties fabric. His pace got faster and faster as I sat there. I couldn't help myself any longer, I looked around to see if anyone was nearby but didn't see anyone, I started to move my ass around on the seat, grinding the plug in my asshole. My hand came down and I started to rub my pussy over my jeans. It felt so wrong watching Sam and touching myself, but the plug was making me do crazy things, I just couldn't control myself. I was so horny I wanted to cum so badly. It was taking everything I had not to undo my pants and just fuck myself right there. My only saving grace was that Sam finished quickly. I watched as his cock erupted with spurts of cum onto the mirror in front of him. It started to slide down the mirror slowly and then I saw him get down on his knees and start to lick up his own cum from the mirror. I almost fell off my chair which was good because now his head was lined up with the curtain meaning he would have seen me. I quickly got up and walked away, my head spinning, just before he could see me.
I never would have imagined Sam doing something like that, but maybe I should have after I found him masturbating. My mind was completely oversexed. It couldn't handle anymore sexual thoughts, between Emma and Jess and the blackmailer, and now Sam, I was going crazy.
Sam came out of the room looking a little sheepish but I said nothing. I paid for the clothes and we headed out and back to the car in silence. I knew that Emma was getting a ride home from a friend so Sam and I left. The silence continued on the ride home, Sam clutching his bag and my eyes staying focused on the road ahead.
We rolled into the driveway and I finally felt I needed to say something.
"Sam I had a lot of fun shopping with you today... and you know... don't worry about what happened," I reached over and hugged him.
"Thanks for clothes mom," he said before opening the door and retreating inside. I followed soon after, heading up to my room.
I took a nap and a shower, the butt plug in my ass the entire time, my mind fighting with thoughts. When I woke up I heard some girls talking downstairs and assumed that Emma just invited some of her friends over from the mall. It was already 8pm when I got up, I knew it would be a long night so any extra sleep was an added bonus.
I sat at my desk and did my makeup, spending a lot more time than I usually would, it wasn't every night I went out to a club. I was looking forward to a night out, dancing, drinking, maybe letting loose a little. And I enjoyed spending time with Tina, so it was bound to be a good time. I had no idea where we were going, but I assumed the blackmailer picked the place anyway. Or maybe they didn't? It didn't really matter.
Now that my makeup was done I went over to the packages that were left and picked up number "9". My bathrobe wrapped around me, naked underneath except for the plug. I ripped it open and out flew a few different items. I reached down to pick them up and removed the contents from their own plastic wrap.

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