Preview: Blackmailed Mom
by Beaverhunt

©Copyright 2020 by Beaverhunt

Chapter 1

<<< Hanson>>>

Mom should be back from her meeting at her church any minute now and I’ve got everything ready including my best friend Walt. He’s waiting in my room with the camcorder and know he won’t come out at the wrong time. Everything that’s about to happen is thanks to him and the X he gave me. I’m glad he remembered to park down another road and walk up the hill, since it would’ve given away too much.

Mom’s not the type to do anything wrong and goes out of her way to remind me of just how perfect she is. I’ve searched her history and her closets and haven’t found anything of use. If I can’t find something to blackmail her, them I’ll just have to get creative. That’s why I’ve got the little, white pill in hand and Walt ready to record everything.

She’s going to have a small glass of red wine when she gets home, but won’t get so much as a buzz. I wish she were more of a drinker, but mom won’t ever risk drinking to excess. I’m willing to bet she never did anything more with dad than lay on her back and spread her legs just enough to do her duty as a wife. If that’s all I got, I would’ve left her ass just like he did.

I glance over to the coffee table to make sure I put the bottle of aspirin next to the glass of wine, since I don’t want her to think anything’s off when I give her the X. I’m a little nervous as I wait, but I’ll get over it. I’ve wanted this for too long to stop now, which is another reason Walt’s here. He won’t let me back out, since he helped me plan everything.

There’s another reason Walt’s so intent on making this happen. I made a promise to him and his twin sister, Jasmine, about future foursomes and they’re both going to hold me to it. They’re the ones who turned me onto incest and I’ve been wanting mom ever since I had my first threesome with them.

The car door closes outside and it won’t be anyone else, since no one else comes down our road. Mom doesn’t like anyone from church coming to her house, since I embarrass her with my heathen ways. Just because I don’t like going to church doesn’t make me a heathen. Too many of those self-righteous fucks for my taste. I’ve lived with one for all 21 years of my life and that’s more than enough for me.

I open the baggy and take out the pill, since not even mom can take a meeting of the most holier than thou group for long. She’ll have a headache, since she always has a headache and me giving her some aspirin with her wine is nothing new. My heart’s pounding a little, but my fingers are steady. Mom can’t suspect a thing when she walks through the door.

I slip the baggy into my pants pocket and take the glass of wine from the table. She opens the door and has the same look on her face that tells me she won’t even look at the pill I’m about to give her. Her black purse hangs over the shoulder of her black dress; all her dresses are black and long, which is meant to conceal everything. It isn’t just her dresses that are black, but her panties and bras, none of which can come close to being described as sexy.

Her face looks a little haggard, since she has never worn makeup to cover anything. Mom’s opposed to things like that and don’t even get her started on the evils of perfume. The only scents coming off mom are her deodorant and flower scented shampoo. I swear mom would go out of her way to find scentless shampoo if she could find any.

Her long hairs pulled back tight and I can see the gray pressing through to the brown. For a woman who’s hellbent on calling out vanity in others, she doesn’t exactly live by the sword. She’s been dying her hair for years, which means she’s just as vain as those she calls out.

She sets her purse down and takes what I have to offer. Her tongue sticks out a little and places the X on it. Now comes the red wine to wash it down. There’s no going back now and all I need to do is wait.