Extortion

I

It was about 4:30 on a Thursday afternoon, and I was sitting in the den watching a porno movie.

The picture quality was terrible, but that was expected. It was spy porn, captured by a camera hidden in a motel room. The video, which resembled convenience store surveillance footage, showed a cheap bedspread with a teal fleur-de-lys pattern. Beside the bed, light crept under a set of heavy curtains drawn over the window.

On the bed, a woman was sucking a man’s cock. Both were completely nude. He looked about 45, with a big bald spot on the back of his head and a flabby gut that made his legs seem skinny. He was swarthy with body hair and his cock looked decently large, maybe eight or nine inches.

“Oh, yeah, suck it, Kate,” he moaned.

The woman looked younger, about 30, and was spectacular. Both her coiffure and her trimmed beaver were medium-brown. Her bronzed skin was flawless, and her figure just wouldn’t quit. Her legs were long and perfectly tapered. Her hips were full but not overly so for her height and frame—she was about a five-foot-six and relatively lithe. Her stomach was flat and her waist was narrow.

And her tits—oh, man, her tits. They were massive, easily a DD cup and probably a DDD or E. They were real, too, riding close together like two huge, supple eggs. They shimmied and bounced against each other while she pumped her fist up and down her partner’s thick cock. She sneered at the man and licked her lips like a porn movie actress. One might guess that she was a very expensive prostitute and he was a wealthy businessman.

“You ready for it, baby?” the man asked. The woman reached across and took a condom packet from the nightstand. A quick tearing sound cut through the room, then the woman took the rolled prophylactic in her mouth. She went down on the man once more, methodically this time, unrolling the condom on his shaft. Nice. None of my many teenage girlfriends had ever done that to me.

The intercourse was hot, in a perfunctory way. They started in the missionary position, the beautiful woman’s huge, firm-looking breasts widening as she lay back and the man mounted her. Inside her, he pumped somewhat robotically; I watched his saggy butt hump up and down between her legs and wished the fixed camera angle had captured the penetration. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time this couple had fucked. By now, the man had used up all his moves and the woman was getting bored.

Then the view got a lot better. The man rolled off the woman and she mounted him. Riding cowgirl-style, she flexed her gorgeous figure up down while the man groped her. This time I could see the penetration, and I felt my own big tool grow rock-hard in my pants as I watched the hemispheres of her shapely ass move up and down on his dong.

“Ooh, yeah, baby, go for it,” the man seethed.

Even the view of his cock going into her was nothing, however, compared to the sight of her big rack heaving mightily. The man liked this, too, his eyes widening and fixing on her tanks as they lurched up and down. He reached up and cupped his hands under them. Lucky bastard.

Then he slid his hands down to her waist and she arched her back proudly. Those big tits practically exploded off her chest, vaulting out like two huge, soft gourds.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “Oh, Christ, yes.” I had seen this woman before, you understand, but never like this. Never even naked. I squeezed my throbbing cock through my pants, desperately wanting to whip it out and jack off right then and there. I had jacked off to her so many times already. But I didn’t dare this time. I had better plans for my cock. Much better plans.

The woman’s fantastic breasts were too much for her partner. Groaning, he bucked his hips and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh, baby, I’m—ohhhhhhhh. Ungggggh! Yeahhhhhh! Oh!” He had just shot his load into the condom. The session was over.

The woman stared down at him with pursed lips and then dismounted. She clearly hadn’t had an orgasm of her own. She lay beside him, offering another long, unobstructed frontal view of her incredible body. Jesus. The man lit a cigarette for himself, then offered her one. She declined.

“You know, Jim,” she said, folding her arms behind her head, “You’ve got a nice big dick but you don’t last long enough.”

“Sorry, babe,” he said.

While they pillow-talked on the videotape, I heard a car outside in the driveway. I quickly hit the mute button and listened for the front door. It opened a minute later and I heard a pair of heels clicking on the stone floor of the foyer. My mother was home.

Normally, this would have caused a moment of sheer panic. I was 18 years old, a senior in high school, and here I was watching a sex video in my parents’ den. Under normal circumstances, I would have frantically yanked the tape from the VCR and dashed up the back stairs to my bedroom.

Not this time, however. Today was different. Today was far from normal. If things went as planned, today was going to be the greatest day ever.

You see, the hot woman on the hidden-camera sex tape was no porn star or hooker.

She was my mother.

I had long suspected her of having affairs, and with this video, which I had made two days prior, I now had her dead to rights. If Dad knew, it would crush him. He adored my mother for reasons I never quite understood.

Dad wasn’t going to find out, however, if I got my way. This is where the whole thing gets really twisted, so keep reading only if you dare. See, I didn’t plan to show Dad the tape. I planned to show it to Mom, however, and I was going to blackmail her with it.

What did I want, you wonder? A new car? Nah, I already had a Mustang convertible. Money? I had plenty of money from the cushy summer office jobs I’d worked. That was ordinary stuff. There in the VCR was the smoking gun from hell, and I wanted something really good in exchange. Something unthinkable. Something I’d remember for the rest of my life.

I wanted what the guy on the tape got. I wanted to fuck my mother.

II

I hit the rewind button and headed casually down the long hallway to the kitchen. En route, I began to have second thoughts about my plan. Would it work? Was it too sick even to try? Was there something seriously wrong with me? Sure, Freud said all men want to bone their mothers, but he never said it was okay to actually do it.

As I walked into the kitchen, I had momentarily given up on my scheme and was looking forward to a normal evening, not a weird one. Funny how sex can scare you that way. Then I saw Mom, who was putting a six-pack of mineral water in the refrigerator, and my cock stirred again. Lord, what a woman. She was wearing a navy blue cotton skirt that rode snugly down over her hips and thighs and ended a few inches above the knee. From there, her silky legs descended into a pair of blue platform sandals. Her toenails were crimson and perfect.

The top half was even better. Her big tits were practically pushing the front of her pearl silk blouse into a different zip code. I could see a tantalizing hint of her massive cleavage swelling and jiggling as she closed the fridge. What an hourglass. Mom was 36 but had the figure of a 20-year-old. During a moment like this, I usually undressed her in my mind. Now, thanks to that tape, however, I no longer needed to. I knew how incredible she looked naked, how firm and perfect her body was. I had seen everything—her tits, her ass, her beaver, everything, and it was all just as hot as I had envisioned.

Yes, I wanted to fuck her. Nothing else mattered just then. My plan was suddenly back in action.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi, Peter. Did you mow the back yard yet?”

“Not yet.” Mowing the back yard was my Thursday afternoon chore.

“Well, you’d better get moving before it gets dark.” She was right. We had a big back yard.

“Yeah, I will,” I said. “But first there’s something I want to show you.”

“What?”

“Uh, it’s a video.”

“Oh, Peter, this isn’t another tape from football practice, is it? I really don’t have time—”

“No, it’s not another football practice. It’s a surprise.”

“Okay, let me get a drink and I’ll be there in a minute.”

I headed back to the den to wait. After five minutes, which seemed like ten years, her heels came clicking down the hallway. She walked into the den with a Tanquerey and tonic in a crystal rock tumbler, the ice tinkling like a tiny xylophone. Her huge breasts were bouncing youthfully inside her blouse. I let my eyes linger on them a little longer than usual, and she noticed.

“Peter, what did I tell you about staring at my chest?”

“Sorry.”

“My big breasts attract enough attention out in public, so the last thing I need is for my own son to gape at them at home.”

“I’ll control myself.”

After today, I thought, I won’t ever need to stare again. I’ll just glance in her direction and think, been there, done that.

“Come on, Peter, show me whatever this surprise is. I’ve got things to do.”

“I’m glad you made yourself that drink,” I said. “You’re gonna need it.”

“Why?” she asked with a note of alarm.

I hit the play button and the tape rolled from the beginning. There was a second or two of static fuzz, then the empty motel room appeared.

“What is this?” she asked with even more concern.

“Oh, it’s just something I taped a couple of days ago.”

“Where did—”

Her question trailed off as the motel room door opened and the lunchtime lovers entered.

I glanced at Mom, who had just recognized herself. “Oh, my god,” she whispered. “Oh, my god.” She put her face her hands for a few seconds and then looked at the screen again, where she and her pudgy partner were standing beside the bed. He was kissing her neck and cupping his hands under her jugs through her sweater.

“Man, that guy can’t keep his hands off those big tits of yours,” I said. I had never said anything like that to Mom, and it felt raw and scary coming out.

Still in shock, she didn’t even hear me. “Peter how did you get this tape?” she asked, her lower lip quivering.

“I made it myself,” I said. “Last week I followed you to that motel. The desk clerk said you and the guy always come every Tuesday around one o’clock. So this Tuesday morning I went back there a couple of hours early and gave the clerk fifty bucks to let me install the camera in one of the rooms. Then he promised to give you that room. As you can see, he made good on his promise.”

On the screen, Mom’s sweater was off and her partner was licking the slopes of her tits between the huge cups of her full-coverage bra while she fumbled with his belt buckle.

“Turn it off, Peter, please. I don’t want you to see this.”

“Are you crazy? Do you think I haven’t watched it already? I’ve seen the whole thing, Mom. I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen your gorgeous naked body while you suck his cock—”

“Peter, stop it!”

“—then I’ve seen those fantastic tits heaving while you ride the lucky bastard.” “No, no, no,” she moaned, burying her face in her hands again.

“But frankly, Mom, you’d didn’t seem satisfied at the end. How long have you been fucking this guy?”

“Peter, don’t talk like that.”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter now. How long?”

“A couple of months. I don’t think we should discuss this.”

“Well, the real question is, what are we going to do about it?”

“It’s not your concern. I’ll stop seeing Greg. It’s over.”

“You’re not going to tell Dad?”

“No, no, it would kill him.