Blackmailed Mother

Life as we know it can be altered…from one moment to the next, you can never predict the future. Looking back to that dreadful day…

I’m a happily married woman, 43 years of age…my husband Richard is a good man. He’s in the insurance industry and without question, he’s always devoted his time and energy towards his career. With that being said, I know that he loves me…and he loves our kids. As for myself, I’ve been working as a loan officer in the same bank for the past 15 years. My oldest daughter Melissa, was in her 2nd year at college and my son David, had just turned eighteen and was beginning his senior year in high school. My name is JoLyn.
On any given day, most of my day is spent on the phone. To this day, I can’t explain why this happened to me…only that it did. With that being said, it was mid-morning and like any other call that I would receive; I picked it up. “Good morning, this is Jolyn in loans, how can I help you?”

“Hello JoLyn in the loan department.” The voice was a bit garbled and I can recall having a hard time in trying to understand every word that was being spoken. It was as if he was trying to disguise his voice with some sort of device. “If everything works out right…we will be helping each other out.”

I was at a lost of words, but I remember saying, “Um, okay. May I have your name so I can better assist you?”

His voice became threatening. “No, you may not know my name. If you value your families lives…you will not hang up the phone.”

I was already in the process of hanging up the receiver. Like any place of business, we gfet crank calls. It goes without saying, for one reason or another, banks tend to piss people off. But the last words that he said caught my attention…and i slowly drew the phone back up to my ear. “Who is this? What…what do you want?” I could feel the slightest bit of hysteria in my voice.

There was a moment of silence, but I could tell that someone was still on the other end of the phone. His breathing was heavy. “JoLyn, I’m giving you a task…and I have faith that you will obey my every word. But too, I know that you’ll need some incentives. If you truly love your family…you will listen carefully and do everything that you’re told to do.”

I glanced at the door to my office…for a moment, I wondered if I should run out and get someone to help me. I’ve often heard that people will threaten bank employee’s families to extort money. Sitting in my office on that particular day…this scenerio was being entertained in my mind.

In a weakened voice, I heard myself say. “I can’t help you rob this bank…even with your threats…I…I can’t help you.”

As soon as I had finished my statement, his voice filled my ears with such fear. “JoLyn, I said that you should listen carefully. You’re not focused and you need to focus your attention on my voice; to my instructions.” A moment of silence followed. “I’ll make sure that your husband and daughter are on the evening news…and the news won’t be good.”

My heart dropped into the pits of my stomach. I felt a wave of dizziness sweep over me. In a small, quiet voice, I replied, “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m listening.”

” JoLyn, I’ve been watching you for quite some time. You’ve been under constant surveillance and will continue to be. Morning, noon and night…I’ve been watching you; your entire family.” My heart was beating a mile a minute. “Your husband is flying to California for a weekend seminar. Your daughter has 3 classes today…calculus, physcology and a literature class. If she keeps to her normal habits…she’ll blow off her last class to get a start on her Friday night partying. You even scolded her this morinng…on the phone about slacking off.”

My stomach was now doing flip-flops. How did he know about my conversation with my daughter? “H-how did you know that?” I said in a tight whisper. “Is my — did you bug my phone?”

“JoLyn, I know everything about you. I’m always watching…I’m always listening. While at the airport, your husband bought the latest edition of Esquire. Before coming down for breakfast, your husband masturbated to some inter-net porn. I’m also aware that your daughter…after her morning class, she met up with a boy and had a cup of coffee with him. Just between you and I…she’s hopeful that he’ll fuck her soon. As for you…at this very moment, I know you’re wearing black french bikini panties.”

“Omigod.” I said. I was on the verge of fainting. I tried to steady my breathing until the black clouds at the edge of my vision began to fade. My heart seemed so loud as it pounded inside my chest. How did he know what I was wearing? My son, my husband…they had both left the house before I’d showered and dressed for work. When they left the house, I waved to them while I was still on my old flannel nightgown. “What do you want? I can try and get you money, but I’m not sure how much I can manage.” Who was this guy and how did he know all this? Did he have cameras in our home?

“I’m not interested in money. I’m not interested in robbing your bank. JoLyn…this is more personal.”

Another moment of silence. “JoLyn, I want you to fuck your son.”

Silence…just dead silence ensued. My brain was trying to process what the caller had said. His words just didn’t make any sense. He didn’t want money? Sex? He used the word fuck…my son? I ran my hand through my hair…rubbing, massaging my scalp…it’s as if I was trying to warm my brain up…in order to process what was being said to me. “Wait…what?? You want me to do what?”

“JoLyn, you heard me. You are going to fuck your son. You’ll spread your legs and you’ll let your son bury his cock deep inside your pussy. And JoLyn, I think your son deserves a nice blow job.”

“I can’t do that!” Shivers of revulsion seemingly ran through my entire body. “What your asking, what you’re saying…is sickening.”

“JoLyn, you will do it. I don’t care how sickening it might sound. Listen carefully JoLyn…because the clock is now ticking. You will seduce and fuck your son by midnight tonight…or your husband and daughter will not live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.”

I started to cry…to supress my anguish, I covered my mouth with my hand. I stuggled to stay in control and finally, I blurted out, “I can’t do that…I won’t do it. My son would never…for God’s sake, I’m his mother!”

The “voice” on the other end of the phone remained passive. “JoLyn, you have a choice to make. You can pleasure your son…or you can hear about how your family died. ” My heart skipped a beat. “Pay close attention to my instructions. If you try to explain to your son what is happening…I will kill your husband and daughter.” Silence ensued. “If you attempt to call your husband or daughter and attempt to warn them…they will be dead before they hang up the phone with you.” Another moment of silence. “If you contact the authorities…your husband and daughter will die.”

His voice had been so calm…a cold shiver ran through my entire body. He calmly told me the rules that I were to follow…and for every word he said; I believed his threat. I wasn’t going to call the police…I absolutely believed tha he would do what he said he would do.

“JoLyn, what time is it?”

It was a quick moment…my mind was reeling in thought, his question caught me off guard. I struggled for that moment to understand what he had said…then, I looked down at my watch, the lovely gold watch that my husband had given me for our 20th Anniversary. I swallowed and replied, “It’s a few…um minutes to 11.”

“JoLyn, do we understand each other? You have just over 13 hours to seduce your son and make him your lover. Failure to do this by the midnight hour will reslt in your husband and daughter’s death. You’re racing against the clock…your son usually gets home from school around 3…I’d start preparing if I was you.”

“Um…um, yes. I think I understand. After…after I fuck my…after it happens, how do I get in touch with you?
The most obscene chuckle was heardon the other end of the phone. “JoLyn, trust me…the first time your son sticks his cock inside his mother’s cunt…I’ll know.” The voice continued to laugh and then, he said. “Oh and JoLyn?”

“Y-yes?” I replied…becoming very fearful of what he might demand of me next.

“Enjoy yourself.”

The caller had hung up. The phone line was dead. What seemed like a very long conversation…in actuality, it had only lasted a few minutes. In that span of time, my entire world had turned upside down.
I broke down crying. Hanging up the phone…recalling his every word, his instructions…it became an overwhelming moment; I sobbed loudly. The caller was a madman…would he actually kill my family? He was watching me…there was no way I could go to the police for help. Even so, my hand was already reaching for the phone to dial 9-1-1…then, my fingers hovered over the phone for several minutes…my mind was racing in circles, trying to find another solution. Nothing came to mind…my entire body shivered with fear. I glances at the digital readout display. It was past 11:30 AM. Somehow, thirty minutes had passed.
The time of the morning…that suddenly became the overwhelming thought in my head. I had made my decision. My hands punched up a number on the phone and I said, “Dora? JoLyn here. I’ve had a family emergency come up and I’m taking the rest of the day off. Let everyone know, okay.” Words of concern and sympathy came back and I replied, “No, everything will be okay…I think. Have a good weekend.”

Five minutes later, I was in my car, driving towards home and wondering how the hell I was going to do what I was being forced to do. As I drove, a terrible thought crossed my mind. Was my son behind this? I quickly dismissed that thought. Many people who are reading this story may assume that every son wants to fuch his mother and vice-versa…but I had never seen a hint of sexual interest from my son. Of course, my son liked girls…when he had reached puberty, he got caught peeking in on his sister while she was dressing. I had found porn on his computer…mostly younger women with huge breasts and too, being the typical male; he viewed some lesbian sites. He was scolded…but in all honesty, I wrote it off as being a normal thing that any boy would do.

My son has always been a pretty shy young man. My mind was reeling in thought. Thinking back…I could recall three girls that he had asked out for dates…and there were no repeat performances. He’s a bit husky…wears glasses…I gave up trying to get him to wear contacts. His sister…her favorite term for her brother; nerd. As I was driving home…I felt myself smiling; her term was very accurate. And so, how was I going to seduce my son? If I was just to blurt it out…asking him to fuck me, his mother…would he run up to his room and lock the door behind him?

It’s not like I’m anyone’s idea of that term…that slangy word. I’m not a MILF. I’m 43 years of age, standing 5’4″. I’m a good 20lbs over what my appropriate weight should be. My breasts aren’t huge…34B…definately not the beach ball type that my son seems to be looking at on the porn sites. My hair is short…blonde…almost white hair with blue eyes. My legs aren’t too bad, but my thighs are thicker than I ever wanted them to be. So, in my greatest use of my imagination…I couldn’t imagine my son finding me sexy.
I found myself thinking of ways…how could I pull this off? Every thought that my mind considered…I knew it was doomed for failure. How does someone make their son think of them…as someone they’d like to fuck? I eventually got away from the downtown traffic and was heading home on the freeway. Suddenly, I saw an exit sign…call it an inspiration…or better yet, desperation. I crossed over a few lanes of traffic…my mind entertained a vaguest hint of an idea…and I had little time to get what was needed.
I saw my smile in the rear view mirror…call it a horrific smile…but a smile nevertheless. In order to save my family…I needed to do a little shopping.

It was 3:30 PM…I was home. My son wasn’t in the house when I entered…his old Dodge wasn’t in the driveway. It didn’t take me long…I had everything in place for what I was hoping would be a successful seduction. I could hardly believe what my mind was contemplating…going to such extremes, in order to seduce my son. The time was ticking by at a fast rate…the terrible images I had of my husband and daughter kept me focused on my quest. Another hour had passed…finally, I heard my son pull into the driveway.

I was in the kitchen pulling some brownies out of the oven when I heard him unlock the front door. I heard the thump of books being dumped on the couch and then his footsteps treading down the hallway towards me. “Hi, sweetie,” I called out. “Welcome home!”

Before he came through the doorway, I could hear him say, “Mom, you’re home early, what’s up?” I heard his feet come to a sudden halt. When he saw me, his eyes grew wide.

I was never the type of woman that showed off alot of skin. While shopping, I had found a little sundress…intentionally a bit small for me, that tied in a halter around my neck with a plunging neckline…and an even deeper plunge in the back…almost to my hips and with a hemline that ended barely south of my crotch. Aside from the sundress, I was wearing these “fuck me” pumps that I thought would improve the look of my legs…and with my back to him and bent over in front of the oven…I was hopeful that he was getting a good view of my bikini clad ass.

I looked over my shoulder at him and said. “I decided to take the afternoon off…hit the mall, but a few things. What do you think of my new dress?”

I looked over my shoulder at him and said, “Yeah, decided to take the afternoon off — hit the mall and buy a few new things. What do you think of my new dress?” I felt so embarrassed being dressed as I was…especially, in front of my very own son.

My son swallowed…his eyes again grew very wide…his face was turning bright red. He managed to mutter, “It’s um, really pretty mom. Um…I’ve got some homework to…um, do.” He was blushing and I considered that to be a good thing…a good start. I then found myself idly wondering…how much I was blushing.

When my son began his retreat, I straightened up and turned in his direction with a tray of my secret weapons in my hand. “Honey, you got the entire weekend to do your homework. I thought with dad off on his business trip…well, you and i could have some quality time together.” I lifted the tray, feeling the warmth radiating across my mostly uncovered breasts. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I said, “I made your favorite…brownies!”

My son actually took a step or two towards the hallway…but the scent of my homemade brownies reached him. His appetite caused him to step into the kitchen…though I was wearing this shameful outfit…instead of looking hungrily in my direction; his attention was towards the brownies. “C’mon…fresh out of the oven…all hot and gooey, just the way you like them.”

My son swallowed and then slid into a seat at the kitcfhen table. Once again, I noticed that his attention was on the brownies and not on his mother’s body. I placed the tray down in front of him and then crossed the room to get us some plates and forks. I came up behind him and reached around to set the plate in front of him…purposely leaning my body into his; pushing my breasts against his back.

“I’ve been looking forward to this weekend…spending some time alone with you. Soon, you’ll be heading off for college…getting married.” As I was talking, still leaning into him…I cut a piece of the brownie from the pan and placed into his plate.

Without question, my son shifted nervously in his seat…which caused my breasts to rub up against him, all that much more. I noticed the goose bumps on my sons forearm. “Yeah…married with kids…that’ll be the day.” The sarcasm that only a teenager can create.

I finished by giving my son a big hug…pulling him tight against my body. “Oh, some girl is going to be mighty lucky when she manages to snag you!” I leaned me head in and kissed my son on his cheek. In a lower voice, I then said. “Very lucky.” I felt my face burn with embarrassment…I let him go and hurried myself to the sink…facing away from him, so that he couldn’t see my reddened face. Still, I was hoping…that he was watching me…I was enabling him to enjoy the view.

I began to wash the dishes in the sink and too, I was working hard to keep the conversation alive. “So, how was school today?” I asked.

I heard my son give a snort and then say through a mouthful of brownies, “Sucked as usual. I’ll be so glad when it’s time to graduate. My english teacher is a real bore.”

With my back turned to my son, I kept asking questions. Finally, I said, “Well, I’m sorry you had a hard day. I’ve had some fun…I played hooky all afternoon and went shopping.” I then took a deep breath and turned to face my son. I was rewarded to see that he was staring at me, as he ate.

He immediately ducked his head down in order to avoid my gaze…quickly, he looked down at his brownie. “You never take off from work mom…whats the special occasion?”

I came over to the table and sat down across from him. I crossed my arms and rested them on the table…using them to push my breasts up, making them overflow the low cut front even more. “Well honey, I’ve been thinking. You know, I got a nice raise recently?”

My son nodded as he ate his brownie…he was trying to avoid my eyes…still, he was unable to keep his gaze from drifting down to the exposed flesh of my big breasts.

“Dad and I have been talking about taking a trip down to the Bahamas…during your fall break. I got the urge to buy some new things to hopefully, you know…wear on the trip…like this dress.”

John nodded again and said, “Um, yeah, that’d be awesome, Mom. Are you saying that dad is going to take some time off from work?” He rolled his eyes. “You know how he is.”

It was my turn to nod and I replied, “Yes, I do and that’s the whole point. We could all go down…you can hang out on the beach and watch the girls in their bikinis and maybe your Dad and I could spice up our love life a little.” I gave my son a wink and then giggled, “If you know what I mean?”

The redness in John’s face which had begun to fade now flamed anew and he got a panicked look on his face and exclaimed, “Aw, geezus, Mom!”

I laughed and reached out and took his hand. “Oh, don’t act embarrassed, honey. You’re eighteen now…you’re a young man. You know your father and I do it…at least we used to. Otherwise, how did we get you?”

John was going on instinct, trying to push away from the table, but unable to while I held his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I know, but for crying out loud, Mom…TMI!”

I tried to look a little hurt. “Sorry…but I…I don’t know…I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. We’re both adults…sitting together in the kitchen…at the table.” I looked down at the table. “I mean, you’re eighteen now…I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” I felt a little ashamed…I puposely was trying to make him feel guilty.

My scheme seemed to work.