The Perils of Photography Ch. 02

by itscalledhazing

story tags: blackmail, blackmailed, hotel_room, mother_son, striptease

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Owen finds a new target

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Sequel to The Perils of Photography. Hopefully, this one is in incest.
The first part is in NonConsent where you will meet Owen and his
sister, Amelia.

Massive thanks to Radlas for all his help with story direction and
editing.

Everyone is over the age of eighteen.

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Everything was perfect for Owen until it wasn't. Though he and Amelia
fucked daily using the excuse that Sandra was blackmailing her to do
it, it quickly became time for her to go back to University.

Having tasted the sweet pleasure of sex, Owen couldn't go back to his
five-fingered friend. It had felt like their bodies were made for each
other and the more sex they had the more confident they became.

First came the teasing, Amelia often came into his room, made him hard
then used his cock to rub her pussy to orgasm after orgasm before she
even let him fuck her. Then came the filming. He filmed his sister
begging him to fuck her, then holding the camera, he fucked her doggy,
missionary and cowgirl recording her pleas and cries as she came time
and time again.

Finally came the different locations and roleplay, they fucked in all
the rooms of the house except their mum's room. That was a bit too far
even for them. Fucking outside in the snow was fun until they nearly
got caught by the elderly next-door neighbour.

After all this, there was no way that Owen could go back to his right
hand. It just wasn't the same and soon all the dark feelings of wanting
to blackmail someone for sex began to come back. Amelia had only been
gone for three weeks when he found his next target.

His mum, Donna had just come back from yoga with Tessa, her sister.
Still wearing her tight-fitting leggings, she began to stretch in the
living room oblivious to the cameras that were still planted around the
house.

Owen meanwhile was on his computer watching the live feed. The camera
in the living room was hidden inside the ceiling light and had a
perfect view of his mum stretching.

"Nice..." he breathed while zooming in on his mum's toned arse as she
performed the warrior pose.

There was something so wrong about watching someone who didn't know
they were being watched that it sent a powerful wave through Owen's
body.

When she moved into the cobra pose, thrusting out her chest, Owen began
to wonder just how he could go about blackmailing his mother. He was
interrupted from his thoughts by a text message from his friend's group
chat asking if they all wanted to watch a film together.

Obviously, Owen would have much preferred to sink his dick into a wet
pussy or even continue spying on his mum but option one wasn't an
option anymore and he also saw that his mum was finishing up. Shutting
down his computer, he got ready to leave before heading into the living
room.

Donna was sitting in the lotus position with her eyes closed. She
looked peaceful and her relaxed face was more beautiful for it. With
her ginger hair tied up in a bun behind her ears, her lips were
stretched into a smile and her cute button nose twitched as if she was
remembering something nice.

"Sorry, Mum," whispered Owen.

"Oh god! You gave me a shock," Donna scolded. "When did you get so
quiet?! You're always so loud in the morning!"

"Sorry Mum," Owen repeated. "Um, I'm heading out to watch a film with
the guys. I'll text you when I'm on my way back."

"Okay darling, Text me when you get there and have a good time!" She
beamed at him and Owen felt his cock twitch.

Deciding he would have to leave before she noticed he was growing an
erection, he grabbed his bag and headed outside.

Forty minutes later and he had forgotten all about his mother. He was
sitting with his mates discussing what film they should watch. He
arrived mid discussion and finally, they settled on Arnold
Schwarzenegger's True Lies. The perfect over the top action film.

Settling down to watch it, Owen was caught up in the film and then the
famous striptease scene came on.

"Geez, Jamie Lee Curtis is fucking hot!"

"Perfect milf right there." Owen agreed.

They had come to the scene where Jamie's character was, unknowingly,
stripping and dancing for her husband. It was insanely hot and a scene
he could watch over and over. As he dreamt it was him getting the dance
from Jamie Lee Curtis, he started to think what it would be like to
have his mum dance for him. He just needed something that would make
her do it.

*****

"It could be worse..." Donna started as she looked at her naked body in
the mirror.

"But it could be better." She finished, patting her tummy.

In her mid-forties, Donna had decided to get fitter. Though she had a
body most women her age would dream of, after one too many liquid
lunches, she found herself failing to fit her jeans.

With her sister, Tessa joining her, they became members of fat fighters
and took up running. Now three years later and at the age of
forty-eight, Donna could fit into clothes she wore two decades ago and
was rightly proud of her achievement.

Adding weights to her workout seemed to be the game-changer. Her whole
body was more toned and the work she had put into her glutes definitely
paid off. She had caught men her son's age staring at her arse when she
walked by.

Yet she was even happier with her chest. She didn't know whether she
was lucky or whether it was because she was young when she had her two
children, but either way, her breasts had grown to a full C-cup and
twenty-plus years later they remained plump and heavy.

It was just a shame she couldn't find someone worth dating. Having the
kids early into their relationship had put a strain on the young couple
and a year after Owen was born, her husband left.

In the years since, Donna had dated but had gradually moved off men,
preferring the gentle touch of a woman yet even then she had only dated
two women seriously and neither of them had been brought home to meet
her children.

If anything Donna was more worried for her kids. Up until a couple of
weeks ago, they didn't seem to get along. Though they were both
pleasant to one another and talked briefly about school or work, it
felt more like they were acquaintances than siblings and missed that
special bond.

It was when she came back from the workout retreat that Tessa had
brought her as a Christmas present that she noticed everything had
changed.

Not only were Owen and Amelia talking together, but they were also
spending hours in each other's company. It was common for her to come
home from work to see them giggling and teasing one another.

They had also taken to long hugs, she still didn't know if it was done
as a joke or with affection though she had once caught Owen with his
hands on his sister's bum. The siblings had laughed it off and not
wanting to spoil the happiness, Donna ignored it.

She did wonder what had changed and the only thing she could think of
was her holiday. Somehow, during her trip away the kids must have
bonded. She just wished she could do the same with Owen.

Whether it was because there was no man in the house for him growing up
or maybe she had a lot more in common with Amelia, but her relationship
with Owen was indifferent at best.

When Amelia had gone back to university, Donna had hoped that she and
Owen could spark a closer connection but her son had returned to his
usual recluse self.

You've got mail

The loud notification from her phone startled Donna from her thoughts.

Opening the message, she saw a picture of jewellery. It looked vaguely
familiar but she couldn't quite place it until she got a follow-up
message.

'I have your necklace. If you want it back you have to do what I want.'

Checking the picture again, Donna could now see it was her necklace. It
was a family heirloom celebrating their Welsh ancestry and she had
hoped to pass it onto Amelia one day. It was made from Welsh gold with
emeralds and diamonds hanging from it. Though it was priceless, more
importantly to Donna, it was sentimental.

Even though she could see it in the picture, she still checked her
jewellery box not wanting to believe what her eyes told her. With a
sense of dread, she opened the box, to find it was gone.

She had worn it the other week for a work night out to the theatre, the
green emeralds contrasted perfectly to her pale cleavage and she had
received many compliments on it. She tried to remember if she had
brought it home but the memory didn't come. Clearly, she had lost it
and this creep had found it.

Her first thought was to cry, despite living in London her entire life
she had never been robbed before and it felt horrible. Letting the
anger go, she took deep breaths before going back to her phone and
replying to the message.

'What do you want?'

'Room 69 at the Travelodge on junction 10 of the M12. Wear something
sexy. 8pm tonight. You do what I want and you'll get what you want!'

'How do I know I will get back my necklace? I can't trust a thief'

There was silence after that. The seconds turned to minutes and wanting
to distract her mind, Donna slowly got dressed for work.

You've got mail

Opening up the message, she saw several pictures were attached.
Clicking on the first one, her breath caught in her mouth as she
realised she was looking at Amelia posing in woodland in just lingerie
and high heels.

The photograph looked professional and the way her daughter pouted
towards the camera told Donna that she was posing for the picture.
Moving through the other attachments they all involved her daughter in
different positions but still wearing lingerie.

Only the last one didn't look professional. Amelia, still in her bra
and panties, was looking confused at a vibrator in her hand.

'I reckon you can guess what the next couple of photos are of! I even
have a video! Your daughter is a fine looking woman, I'm sure the
students at her university would agree too!'

'8pm and wear something sexy!'

Taking breaths to calm herself, Donna went over her options but each
time she tried to think her mind kept returning to the image of her
daughter in the skimpy lingerie. Despite her better judgement, she
found herself getting wet.

Not quite believing what she was doing, she picked up her phone and
stared at the pictures before typing in a reply.

'I don't believe you have a video'

She hit send and then spent the next couple of minutes mentally beating
herself up. Why had she sent that message? Did she really want to see
her daughter masturbating? Why was she getting turned on from thinking
about her daughter playing with herself?!

These questions floated around her head until a new message came
through.

You've got mail

Opening it she saw a video was attached. She had to wait for it to
download but the screenshot clearly showed Amelia staring at the
vibrator. Finally when it had finished downloading, Donna paused, her
finger hovering over the clip.

Did she want to watch this? She asked herself but her body told her the
answer and she clicked it open.

"Tell us who you are darling," a gruff voice said as the camera lifted
up to reveal Amelia sitting on a long tree branch, wearing a lacy light
blue lingerie bodysuit.

"Um, my names... precious," replied Amelia hesitantly.

"You're precious alright! You grow those things all by yourself?!"

The camera zoomed into her tits and Donna gasped as she saw her
daughter's large chest for the first time in a sexual light. Of course,
they had gone shopping together but this sheer outfit was different to
choosing sports bras. A voice deep in her head wished Amelia would pull
down the lace material.

"Um, yes."

"Fuck me! Tell us why you're here, dollface."

"Money, I got told that this would pay me ten grand but now I'm not
sure I want to do this," Amelia said.

"You want money? Then this is the only way." the gruff voice replied,
"besides I bet a law-abiding girl like you is fucking loving getting a
bit naughty!"

"No, I'm not!"

"That wet patch tells a different story!"

Again the camera zoomed in and sure enough, there was a small circle of
dark blue. Quickly Amelia crossed her legs but not fast enough and
Donna felt her body warm-up as she stared at her daughter's arousal.
Urging herself not to touch her pussy, she kept on watching.

"Tell you what, why don't we just do the masturbation scene today. I'll
pay you a grand for that and then if you want the rest we can meet up
again?"

"Um..."

"I'll even give you the tape. Here take this... I promise you, that you
will enjoy it!"

A hairy arm appeared to the side of the shot and Amelia reached out and
grabbed the thick white vibrator. She looked at it before pressing the
button on the side. After a couple of seconds, it came to life.

Looking in the camera, Amelia looked nervous before the man produced a
wad of twenty-pound notes and threw them over her head.

"All I need is to see you cum and you'll get the rest... it's easy
money!"

Glancing at the money on the floor, Amelia reached to the crotch of her
bodysuit and popped it open. Donna eagerly tried to see her pussy, she
wasn't thinking of her daughter, all she saw now was a sexy woman and
she wanted to see more.

Leaning back, Amelia pressed the head of the toy between her legs.

"Oh fuck... it feels so good!"

The clip was eight minutes long and her daughter was clearly enjoying
herself. Several times she looked into the camera and each time she
moaned a bit louder.

"You like watching me play with myself, don't you?!"

"I bet you want to fuck me... stick your dirty big cock in my tight
pussy..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... cumming!" She cried, throwing her head back as her
body heaved.

The vibrator dropped to the floor and the camera faded away to the
sounds of her daughter's heavy breathing.

At some point, while Donna watched she had unknowingly ripped open her
trouser buttons and forced her fingers inside to play with her burning
pussy.

Everything she was doing was wrong, not only was she watching a video
of her daughter masturbate, she was masturbating because of it. Just
thinking of that was enough for her to cum seconds before Amelia.

"Yes..." she gasped as her walls clenched around her finger and a rush
of warmth flooded her pussy.

In her post-orgasm haze, Donna felt dirty but when she looked down to
see Amelia loudly climaxing on the phone, she felt the urge again.

Kicking off her trousers, she quickly found her own vibrator and in a
state of horniness, she went into her daughter's room. Searching
Amelia's wardrobe, she found a slinky pink thong, lifting it to her
nose she inhaled. There was a slight scent of pussy there.

Lying on her daughter's bed, she sniffed the panties while pressing the
vibrator against her clit.

"Fuck... Amy, you taste so good!"

Saying her daughter's name unlocked something inside of Donna, pressing
the vibrator hard against her delicate clit, she pushed the thong into
her mouth muffling her loud scream as she came.

While Donna was squirming in ecstasy, her son was watching in wonder.
He had managed to find a quiet place at work and had been just in time
to catch his mum returning from her morning shower to look in the
mirror.

Seeing his mum naked had only fueled his desire to have her and ending
her the message, he watched eagerly to see her reaction to the
blackmail.

He had thought that the jewellery alone would have been enough of an
incentive to make her do his bidding but when she asked for more, he
was proud of his quick thinking to drag Amelia into it.

He had taken the pictures over Christmas. Apparently Sandra had told
Amelia to buy and model lingerie for him, obviously Owen knew that was
rubbish but he definitely wasn't complaining.

Then when his mum had called his bluff over the video, he got a bit
worried. If she was this hard-nosed over just meeting up, surely she
would flat out refuse his requests later. Shaking his head from the
concerns, he tried to find a suitable video.

Of course, he had lots of clips of Amelia, unfortunately, they nearly
all contained him fucking her. It was another demand from Sandra and
Owen had happily obliged even buying a better camera to film them with,
obviously, he kept a copy of everything.

The video of his sister masturbating was a bit of roleplay Sandra had
wanted them to act out. A new model getting the casting couch
treatment. The clip finished moments after Amelia came because, unable
to stand idly by, Owen had entered the shot and fucked his sister in
the woodland.

Sitting in the breakroom, he watched the live feed of his mum's room.
He expected anger, maybe even tears but he couldn't have predicted what
actually happened. His mouth dropped when his mum frantically played
with her pussy and it only got better when Donna rushed to his sister's
room to cum again using a thong he had fucked her in.

He would have pulled out his cock but being in a breakroom with ten
other people ruined his plans. Realising he hadn't sent a follow-up
message, he quickly composed one.

'So, now do you believe me?'

It took a while for the reply to come. His mum was guiltily putting her
daughter's thong in the wash before freshening up.

'You're a sick bastard and I want a guarantee that this is over after
tonight.'

She's a fine one to talk about being sick, Owen chuckled.

'As a sign of good faith, when you arrive at the destination, I will
hand over the necklace. Then when we are done, all the photos and the
video of your daughter will be on a USB for you.'

'Fine, you have me for one night.'

'Good.'

"Owen, what the fuck are you doing? We've got track to lay! Get your
arse up, boy!"

The foreman's shout was followed by the cheers of his team and Owen
hurried to hide his phone before joining them.

During the next couple of hours, Owen had a stupid grin on his face.
Everything had gone better than thought, not only had his mum agreed to
meet, she had also given him a little show. One that had been recorded
and would be added to his personal video collection.

He privately congratulated himself on his plan, though the Travelodge
wasn't a swanky hotel like the True Lies film, it would do. Checking
his watch he saw that he would finish work in two hours which gave him
four hours to prepare the room and make sure everything was running
smoothly.

The rest of his shift passed by uneventfully, though several times he
forgot what he was meant to be doing and had to be reminded. Finally,
he was free and hurrying home, he packed his bag and then sent his mum
a text telling her he would be staying around Jeff's house for the
night.

Leaving the house, he headed to the Travelodge.

"Hi there, Wayne King for room 69 please," Owen said, impressed he
hadn't sniggered at his fake identity.

"Good afternoon Mr King. Here is your door card for the room. The
reception will close at five today, so if you need to get in or out of
the hotel you will have to use the door code. 36DD. I have written it
down for you. Have a pleasant stay." The man behind the desk explained
as he slid over the plastic card, with the door code on a sticky note.

"Excellent, thank you."

The reception being closed was the main reason Owen had chosen this
place, he didn't want anyone questioning his mother and for her to then
lose her nerve. Pulling out his other phone, he texted the door code to
his mum and reminded her once again, to wear something sexy.

Opening up the door to the room, he went inside and dumped his bag on
the bed. The room was incredibly basic, a double bed dominated the
space with a small cabinet on either side of the headrest and a
television monitor attached to the opposite wall. There was a chair in
the corner and a small bathroom next to the door. It wasn't much but it
would do.

Checking his phone, he had a message from his mum telling him that she
would be out with Tessa tonight and not to wait up. Firing back a
reply, he turned his attention to setting up the room.

The Perils of Photography Ch. 02

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

https://www.literotica.com/s/the-perils-of-photography-ch-02

Owen finds a new target

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Pulling out his cameras, he placed them around the room. A quick check
on the computer told him that they all worked. The entire room and
bathroom were covered with a special one installed that had a close-up
view of the chair, he had big plans for that one

It felt very voyeuristic but then again he was blackmailing his mum.
Morals weren't really a part of his psyche anymore.

With the cameras set up, he forced the door lock to stay open and
checked that his Bluetooth remote was working with his phone. By the
time he had finished he only had fifteen minutes before his mum was
meant to arrive.

Plugging his USB into the TV. Dimming the lights, he took off his
clothes, hiding them away, he put on a dressing gown and lay on the
bed. Pushing in dud headphones, so that he could still hear, he finally
slipped on a balaclava with the eyes covered shut with see-through thin
black material. Happy with everything, he lay in wait.

Not wanting to risk lifting his mask to check the time, Owen had no
idea how long he waited until a faint tap was heard on the door.
Calming his breathing, he pressed the play button on the remote hidden
in his hand.

"Come in and lock the door. Don't touch the lights!"

Like his favourite film, he had recorded what he was going to say days
ago and added a distorter to disguise his voice. He just hoped that
like the film, the deception worked and his mother didn't ask too many
questions.

The heavy door opened, flooding the dim room with light before clicking
shut and moments later he heard a small turn of the lock. Forcing
himself not to lift his head up to see what was going on, he smelt the
air, and could immediately tell it was his mum in the room. She only
liked the one perfume and she was wearing it now.

"Look on the desk. In the envelope, there is your necklace."

While she walked around the foot of the bed, Owen took the opportunity
to see that his mum was wearing a tight-fitting dark green silk dress
that hugged her curves, accentuating her hips.

Donna paused and looked at the bed confused. Standing in front of him
Owen stared at his mother. The neckline of her dress stopped halfway
between her breasts, pushing them together giving her a deep cleavage
to rival Amelia's even though she wasn't as busty.

Holding his breath, Donna continued to the desk. Following her, with
his eyes, he guessed, from the way her hips swayed, that she was also
wearing heels. He wished he could see her in the light but that would
have to wait.

Reaching the desk his mum ripped open the envelope and poured out the
necklace. Leaning towards the light from the window, she studied it.
Slipping it into her purse, she turned back to the bed.

"Now what?" Donna asked.

"The man on the bed is a client of ours, he has paid good money to be
satisfied by a mature English rose. He cannot see or hear you as that
is his request. Do not try and see who he is. If you do I will upload
all the videos of your daughter to the university website."

"Please..." Donn began before pausing, "wait? Videos?! I thought there
was only one?"

"Turn on the TV. The remote is next to the envelope"

His mum fumbled as she picked up the remote, before turning on the TV.
There was a pause as the USB loaded and automatically played the clip
that Owen had loaded on. It was another of the films he had made with
his sister.

This one was shot in her bedroom and it started with a close up of her
tummy. Slowly, the camera panned down to show her pussy split apart by
Owen's cock.

"Amelia!" Donna gasped as the camera zoomed out to finally show who's
body the pussy belonged to.

Though he had muted the clip, seeing Amelia's perfect body on a large
TV screen, Owen had to look away and try to think of something to stop
himself from getting an erection.

"Please, you have to delete this! It's so... so dirty, I mean,
disgusting and perverted. You are going to ruin a young woman's life by
releasing this. I'll do whatever you want." Donna begged.

"Do what I want and I'll delete them all and hand over all the copies."

"Um, I said I would already," replied Donna confused.

"Good. Turn around. This man on the bed needs to be satisfied before
you leave tonight. First, take off your clothes."

He waited for his mum to face him before pressing the button again.

"Do it slowly. Slow and sexy!"

Donna paused her fingers on the zip hidden at the back of her dress.
She looked over at the figure on the bed and scrunched her eyes to try
and get a better view but with the only light coming from the TV and
the bathroom, she couldn't see much.

Though she was desperate to find out who the person was, she could see
that the man was wearing large headphones and a balaclava. She wondered
why he would want her to strip as he presumably didn't even know she
was there.

Just as she was about to ask why her eye caught the TV. The camera was
focusing on her daughter's large tits wobbling majestically. If the
film got released she knew it wouldn't take long until it was on
Pornhub.

Rather than speaking, she pulled down the zip and slowly unveiled her
body. Grabbing the left shoulder strap, she dragged it along her arm
before doing the same with the right. She paused for a moment when she
let go of the fabric, the dress would fall and she didn't know if she
could do it.

"You going to fill me up, baby? I want to feel your cum deep in my
pussy. Make me your whore!"

Somehow the speakers of the TV had turned on and Donna whipped around
to look at the screen. Her beautiful daughter was holding the camera to
her face, talking straight down the lens. Her auburn eyes were looking
straight at Donna and the older woman felt her pussy tingle at the
sight.

Unconsciously, Donna dropped her hands and the dress dropped to the
floor. Wearing only sheer black tights and a strappy green bra, she
continued to watch the screen unaware of the show she was giving to her
son.

When the dress dropped, Owen let out a loud gasp thankfully it was
masked by the performance his sister was giving on the screen. Knowing
that he was going to use the tape, he had made sure that his name
wasn't mentioned before playing it for his mum.

The sound of Owen cumming inside his sister played out over the
television speakers. His heavy breathing echoed around the hotel room
as the camera dropped to film his cream pie dripping from Amelia's
ravaged pussy. She blew a kiss before the scene faded to black and the
room fell silent.

Though he had watched and rewatched the scene dozens of times, it would
never stop turning him on and his rock hard erection was a testament to
that. Luckily his mum was still staring at the now blank screen.

As his eyes grew accustomed to the dim room, Owen could see that his
mum's right arm was moving ever so slightly. Risking lifting his head
higher, he was stunned to see that she was playing with herself and
judging from the smell of her pussy she was very turned on.

Pressing the back button on his remote, he repeated what had been said
moments before.

"Good. Turn around. This man on the bed needs to be satisfied before
you leave tonight. First, take off your clothes."

The loud robotic voice made Donna jump. Quickly dropping her hands to
her side, she turned around and was thankful that the man on the bed
couldn't see her guilty face.

Peeling off the straps to her bra, she unhooked it and threw it on the
seat. Gripping her tights, she rolled them down her long legs and off
her feet. Now just in her high heels, she stood still and waited for
the next instructions.

"Open the drawer next to the seat and pull out the vibrator."

Donna looked to the side and pulled open the top drawer to see a sleek
black vibrator. Pulling it out, she saw it was still in its original
wrapping and unsettling for her, it was the magic wand vibrator she had
wanted to buy for herself and identical to the one her daughter had
used in the video.

Ripping it open, she grasped the silicon handle. It felt smooth in her
palm and she couldn't help wondering how the wide soft head would feel
against her clit. Like Amelia, she found a button and pressed down
until the vibrator came alive.

It softly whirred and shook in her grip as she eased into the chair.
Closing her eyes, Donna placed the vibrator against her tummy and
slowly edged down. The soft vibrations felt electric against her skin
and her already wet pussy tingled in anticipation of what was to come.

"Fuck..." she screamed when the head of the wand rolled over her clit.

Donna hadn't meant to swear or be so loud but the sensation was too
much for her brain to process. Her pussy, already soaking from watching
her daughter talk dirty while getting fucked on screen, was unready for
the intense vibrations and she couldn't stop herself from howling in
pleasure.

"Oh my God... yes, yes, yes!"

Pressing the vibrator harder against her clit, the tremors ran through
her body and overwhelmed her. Her legs stiffened and shot out before
shaking as a fierce orgasm took hold.

"Oh, oh... cumming..." she gasped before dropping the vibrator to the
floor as it got too much for her clit to take.

While it was pure pleasure for Donna, it was torture for her son.
Unable to look for fear that she would see, all he could do was listen
to her cum. His cock was straining to be freed and any attempt to think
of something else to ease his erection was interrupted by Donna
continuing to moan.

His palms were so sweaty that he had to adjust his grip on the remote
before pressing the skip button. He had planned to instruct her to play
with herself but clearly his mother was too worked up from watching him
fuck Amelia.

"I'm glad you like my present! I know you've had your eye on it for a
long time."

The words shook Donna from her post-orgasm haze. Picking up the
vibrator, she deliberated about throwing it away before slipping it
into her purse.

"Now you've had your fun, I think it's time to share the love. Why
don't you show off your blowjob skills."

The words slowly sunk in. The air was heavy with the smell of her pussy
and she felt ashamed that not only had she cum, she had cum in seconds
because of the video of her daughter getting fucked.

Slowly getting to her feet, she took the two steps to the bed and
crawled along the white covers. Stopping beside the man, she looked
down. He was tall and broad and though she should have been nervous,
perhaps even scared, there was something about him that felt
comforting.

Grabbing the knot of his dressing gown, she tugged it free and pulled
the gown apart. The man flinched as she exposed his body to the faint
light. He was heavyset, with a light covering of hair. His cock
twitched and Donna unknowingly licked her lips at the sight.

Tracing her hands up the man's leg she felt him twitch. Getting closer
and closer to his cock, she deliberately avoided it instead, moving to
his stomach and circling his belly button with her finger.

Hearing him moan with frustration, she moved back down and lightly
touched his balls as she continued to stroke his leg. His thick shaft
pulsed as she continued to tease his body and made her pussy throb. She
wondered how it would feel to have his warm slab of meat stretching her
out.

Each time her finger traced up his leg and over to the other one, the
man's moans got louder and more desperate until finally, Donna gave in.
Gripping his cock she just held it. The way it felt made her
instinctively move her fist up and down.

"Mmmm!" Owen groaned, happy he was finally getting some attention.

Donna's other hand came up to cup the balls. Rolling them around her
fingers, she could feel how heavy they were and immediately she began
to wonder how much cum he would shoot out.

There were no more instructions from the automated voice but there was
a desire inside her to suck his cock. She told herself that she was
being forced into it and yet she knew that wasn't the case, she just
wanted to do it.

Dropping her head, she opened her mouth and accepted the head. Sucking
it, her hand continued to massage the exposed shaft. For the first time
in nearly twenty years, she tasted the thick saltiness of precum.
Briefly, it overwhelmed her, but the groan from the man persuaded her
to take more.

As her tongue swirled around his tip, she gripped his cock harder and
tugged it in her smooth palm, encouraging him to cum and Owen obliged.

"Ohhhh... fuck!" he grunted before he could stop himself.

It had been days since he had last orgasmed, he had wanted to save
himself for this moment. Load after load erupted into his mum's mouth.
Her hand squeezed his shaft, milking him dry and Owen continued to
groan until he fell back into the thick sheets exhausted.

"No... too much!" he gasped when Donna flicked her tongue over his
super sensitive tip.

Suddenly, the bed moved. His cock was out in cool air and in his
post-orgasm haze, he didn't have the words to stop his mum grabbing the
balaclava and pulling it and the headphones off.

"Owen?!!" Donna exclaimed after she had swallowed his cum in shock.

"Um... Mum?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Owen had no response. His eyes were wide with fear, his mouth was dry
and worse, his brain had failed him.

"Oh my god! You've been blackmailed too?" Donna said as the thought hit
her, "what sick monster would do this?"

"Oh yeah, no I was blackmailed with a photo of Amy. I got told to come
here, get changed and strap myself to the bed. I'm sorry Mum."

"Oh no baby, it's not your fault. I don't know why this is happening to
us? What have we done to deserve this?"

"Um... Sandra?" Owen said feebly.

It was the only thought that came to mind. If it worked for his sister
then surely it would work for his mum, he just needed to make sure that
Amelia and his mum never talked to each other about it.

"Sandra?! Who... no! Amelia's friend?! Why would she do this?" Donna
asked.

In her shock, she was unaware that she was still completely naked in
front of her son and Owen couldn't resist taking a glance down to
appreciate her beauty up close.

She was more beautiful than he thought, her light pink nipples were
hard and begging to be sucked but it was the smell of her pussy that
had his cock throbbing. Inadvertently, he licked his lips and,
unfortunately, his mum noticed.

"Oh my god, um, stay here. I'll be back."

Sliding off the bed, Donna picked up her bag and clothes and hurried
into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't believe what she
had just done, but she tried to reason with herself that it wasn't her
fault.

Seeing a glob of cum trickling from her mouth she instinctively licked
it up before realising what it was and pouring herself a large drink of
water. As she gulped it down, she thought about what Owen had just
said. Pulling out her phone, she found her daughter's number and called
her.

"Hi, darling."

"Oh hey mum, you missing me already?" Amelia laughed.

"Of course I am sweetheart... um, do you remember Sandra?"

"Sandra?! My old friend from school?"

"Yes, that's the one. Why... When, when did you see her last?"

"High school, we kind of had a falling out and she left for Australia.
Why?"

"Oh really? Um... well she's been in contact with me. Um, kind of
blackmailing me..."

"What the fuck?!" stormed Amelia interrupting her mum.

"Well she has some videos and she's threatening to show them unless I
do what she wants." Donna stuttered.

"Wait, what?! Look, Mum, tell me everything."

The line went silent as Donna tried to think about what she should say.
She didn't want to reveal everything that she had done but maybe
getting it all off her chest would be good, she thought.

"So I got sent a video of you with a guy. There's nothing wrong with
that though, darling, I was young myself once, but Sandra somehow got a
copy of it and then she said she would release it if I didn't do what
she wanted. So I came to this hotel and um, I had to strip and then,
um... there was a man on the bed wearing a mask and well, it was your
brother. He had been blackmailed too." Donna said quickly, letting the
words tumble out with little thought.

Again the line went silent as Amelia took in what she had just heard.
It was almost like a mental block had been lifted and she could see
everything.

Thinking back to before Christmas, Amelia realised that she had never
talked to or seen Sandra, it had all been over text. In fact, it had
been Owen who claimed that he met Sandra and invited her into the house
starting this whole ordeal. Now Sandra was back and targeting her mum.

Her brother kept on claiming it was Sandra yet he was the one who
benefited and now she knew why.

"Mum? When was the last time you met Sandra?"

"I saw her years ago, when you were young, it must have been a birthday
party or something, I..."

"And did Owen ever mention her?" Amelia asked, cutting off her mum.

"No, he's never had a girlfriend as far as I can remember. Well, he's
never mentioned one anyway. Why? What's this all about Amelia?"

Amelia didn't answer. She knew it was her brother who had started all
of this. She knew she should be mad. Instantly she wanted to accuse
him. Shout at him. Insult him. Then she remembered that she had also
used Sandra and she had enjoyed every sweaty sexual second of it.

"Mum, I've got to go. Just remember that Sandra hates me. She forced me
to do things I didn't want to do. I'm going to call her and try to get
her to back off. I love you."

Hanging up, Amelia immediately got on the phone to Owen.

"Hi..."

"What the fuck Owen?! First, you make up Sandra to fuck me and now you
want to fuck Mum?!" shouted Amelia.

Frozen in fear, Owen couldn't respond. Keeping the phone stuck to his
ear, his sister kept on yelling at him until finally, he managed to
utter an apology.

"Sorry?! You're sorry?! Mum is having a heart attack at the moment and
I know exactly how she feels!"

"But I did say Sandra left you alone after the first time, you kept her
around to fuck me..." Owen said meekly.

"Two wrongs don't make a fucking right, Owen! But..."

"But?" Owen began wondering what his sister was about to say.

"But I did enjoy fucking you and the thought of seeing mum getting
fucked is hot... I'm guessing a pervert like you has got cameras in the
room?"

"Um, yeah, I got cameras."

"Good, you're going to give me access to all of them. I want to watch."

"Really?"

"You want me to blow your cover?! Give me the code!"

Giving his sister the website and the passcode to get in, Owen heard
the line die and he wondered what was going to happen next.

While he was thinking about that, Donna was under the shower feeling
her body relax as the warm water rushed over her. The conversation with
her daughter was still fresh in her mind but she felt confident that
Amelia could deal with Sandra and her blackmail schemes.

Coming out of the shower, Donna wrapped a towel around her hair and
pulled on a dressing gown. Just before she left the room, her phone
rang again. Seeing it was a private number she hesitated about
answering it but curiosity got the better of her.

"Hello?"

"G' day Donna, it's good to finally put a voice to the name! It's
Sandra here." A woman replied with a questionable Australian accent.

Amelia had to pull the phone away from her face as she repeated 'g' day
mate' over and over to try and get the Aussie accent.

"What do you want?!" whispered Donna, totally believing that she was
speaking to the woman who had tormented her for the entire day.

"Well, I just had a great chat with Amelia and I've agreed to leave you
alone after tonight, but before you thank me, I've still got two hours
of the night left to play with you and your lovely son!" Amelia said
gleefully.

She couldn't quite believe how easy her mum had fallen for the trap,
though, she admitted, she had been the same. Now she knew how her
brother felt, the power of being in control was tantalising and already
she had loosened her trousers as she lay on her bed watching the camera
her brother had put in the shower room.

The Perils of Photography Ch. 02

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

https://www.literotica.com/s/the-perils-of-photography-ch-02

Owen finds a new target

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"Now it's only two hours and rather surprisingly, Amelia didn't mention
that you had sucked your son off already. Was someone hiding the truth
from their daughter?"

"Please, she doesn't need to know that... How can I be sure that it
will only be two hours?" Donna asked nervously.

"What a good question." replied Amelia before pausing as she tried to
think of a good answer, "I only did all of this because I was in love
with your daughter, and rather than say she loved me back she insulted
me in front of her 'so-called' friends and I was a laughing stock."

All this was very close to the truth and Amelia actually started to
feel bad. Scribbling down a note to make sure she apologised to Sandra
when all of this was done.

Turning her attention back to her computer, she noticed her mum's
dressing gown had become loose. Using the zoom function, she admired
her mother's soft body and began to dream about how it would feel under
her touch.

"So when she comes out to Australia this year, she's going to visit me
and we will make amends. I can't wait to have her bent over in a french
maid's outfit while I pound into her tight pussy with my strap on.
She's going to my submissive bitch for a whole month!"

Amelia had to stop again, her imagination had got the better of her and
she was starting to get turned on by her dirty thoughts, and judging
from the picture on her screen, her mum was also starting to get hot.

After she had got the code from her brother, Amelia had rewound the
footage he had taken and seen her mum touch herself while watching the
film of her daughter getting fucked. Now seeing Donna was again
squeezing her pussy as Amelia described getting dominated by Sandra,
proved that her mum was not only bisexual but she was turned on by
incest.

Briefly, Amelia wished she was there in the room tasting her mother's
wet pussy and then she turned back to the present, that was going to
come later, now she wanted to see her brother fuck her mum.

"Do you have Bluetooth earphones?" Amelia asked, already knowing the
answer.

"Yes."

"Good, put one in and then we can begin!"

Opening her bag, Donna pulled out the pod containing her earbuds,
connecting them to her phone, she pushed it in her ear.

"You can hear me right?" Amelia asked.

"Yes," replied Donna.

"Excellent, now let's have some fun, shall we?"

Donna swallowed nervously but didn't respond. Checking the time on her
phone she saw it was already close to eleven at night which meant there
was only an hour left. Surely she could waste time until she was free,
she thought but at the same time, her body tingled in anticipation of
having her son's cock deep inside her pussy.

"Let's say hello to Owen."

Opening the door, Donna was about to step out when she realised her
dressing gown was loose. Hastily tying it back, she stepped outside to
see her son was still on the bed with his own gown around his body
though the balaclava and earphones were on the floor.

"Now repeat after me..." Amelia began.

"I have had a talk with Sandra and she thinks that you deserve
punishment for ruining her plan so I'm going to tease you mercifully
for the next hour and if you cum then I will have to pick up Mr
fourteen inches and introduce your backdoor to him," Donna repeated
slowly not wanting to mess anything up.

"What?" Owen said, thoroughly confused.

"I'm going to make you beg to cum but I'm not going to allow it. That
is your punishment for telling me about Sandra."

Frowning at his mum, Owen was still confused. Having his mum tease him
until he was on the point of climax really didn't sound like a
punishment. He knew it was his sister that was controlling his mum and
he couldn't see what her plan was.

"Okay."

There was silence as mother and son looked at each other not quite sure
what they should do next. Owen didn't want to move just in case his
sister decided to change her mind and Donna was still waiting for
Sandra to instruct her.

"Fucking hell, do I have to tell you everything?! Move Donna! Go and
tease your son. Make him eat your pussy, play with his cock then when
you see him close to cumming, pinch his balls. I want to see just how
imaginative you can be!"

Donna stared at her son, her face growing red while she listened to the
voice in her ear. Her only experience of being eaten out had been with
other women. They had been gentle and tender, teasing her pussy until
she couldn't take anymore leaving her feeling breathless and euphoric.
She wondered if her son would be the same, and instantly her pussy
tingled.

"Owen I want you to eat my pussy." She said while pointing at her ear
and giving a helpless shrug.

"Really?! Um, okay. How should we do this?" replied Owen, trying to
sound like he didn't want to taste his mother's pussy.

Rather than responding, Donna pretended she was listening to
instructions before she climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her
son.

With her dressing gown still on, she spread her legs.

"Show me what you can do." She said.

After weeks of eating his sister out, Owen felt confident that he could
make his mum scream.

Shuffling down between his mum's legs, he got his first look at her
pussy. There was a light brushing of ginger hair that had been trimmed.
Her opening was dark pink and rather than the puffy lips of his sister,
his mum had a tight looking slit.

While Owen imagined what it would be like to invade his mum, Donna was
getting more and more turned on in anticipation of what was to come.
Desperate to have her pussy licked, she gently lifted her hips from the
mattress.

"Eat my pussy Owen... please."

Her son looked up at her and she saw his eager face staring back.
Dropping his head, she bit her lip and closed her eyes waiting for his
warm tongue.

"Yes..." she whispered.

He dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top before
lingering on her clit, swirling his tongue from side to side making
Donna moan. Moving down, he thrust his tongue inside her tight entrance
and she felt him flick it trying to get deeper.

Whether he meant it or not, his nose was pressing against her clit and
the blast of air with each exhale made her shudder. When she felt him
move away, she instinctively moved her hand to his head and kept him
there, grinding her pussy against his face. His breaths became shorter
and sharper which only made Donna feel even better.

"That's it, Donna, look down at your son!" Amelia whispered in her
mum's ear.

Looking down, she saw his green eyes staring at her intensely and it
was enough to push her over the edge

"Yes, yes! My son is making me cum!" cried Donna gripping Owens head
tighter as her legs tensed and wobbled with her orgasm.

Her hips thrashed from Owen's face to the bed and back again. His
tongue had felt amazing but knowing it was her son that made her feel
this good sent her into another wave of climax.

Seeing his mum was still shuddering Owen pressed his palm against her
slit and held it there so each time she shook his fingers rubbed along
her clit making her gasp until she eventually pushed him away.

"Wow that was hot," Amelia purred as she lay on her bed hundreds of
miles away, stroking her pussy wishing she was in that small hotel room
with her mum and brother.

"Oh my god, it was!" agreed Donna before pointing again at her ear when
she saw her son's frown.

"Um Owen, Sandra says that you need to play with yourself... over there
next to the bathroom," Donna said hesitantly and then a naughty thought
came to her, "Strip for me, do it slow and sexy."

Both Donna and Amelia giggled and soon Owen joined in. It broke any
tension left in the room and rolling off the bed, her son stood in the
light.

"Like this?" he asked, gripping the knot of the dressing gown and
slowly untying it.

The rope dropped to either side but he kept the gown together and with
a barely disguised grin, he began to turn away from her.

Undoing the top of the robe from his shoulders, Donna had to resist the
urge to wolf whistle as he let it drop down his back. When it got to
his bum, he held it there and turned back around, giving her a little
shimmy. Slowly moving the robe to the front he made sure his cock was
hidden and turned back around revealing his bum to his mum who
whistled.

"Take it off! Take it off!" She chanted and Owen obliged, dropping the
gown to the floor leaving him naked.

With an exaggerated twirl, he faced his mum with his cock and balls
cupped. Grinning widely, he saw her eyes were fixed on his groin.
Walking towards the bed, he climbed on and edged closer.

"I've got a present for you, Mum." He smirked, "open it."

Donna still hadn't looked in his eyes and gulping she reached out to
grip his hands. Pulling them free, his hard cock bounced out in her
face and instantly she moved to take it in her hands.

Gently stroking it, she remembered having it in her mouth, of course
then she didn't know it belonged to her son but now she did and her
body shuddered. Leaning forward she circled her tongue around the
spongy head before gently sucking.

"Fuck, Mum!" Owen groaned, enticing Donna to take in more.

Dropping his hands to his mum's thick ginger hair he added pressure
until his cock was pressing against her throat.

"That's it... so good!"

"Donna, you need to take back control! Pinch his cock, tug his balls,
make him work for his orgasm."

Listening to the voice in her ear, Donna wrapped her fingers around the
base of her son's shaft and squeezed.

Initially, Owen groaned in excitement before she tightened her grip and
he pulled back looking down at his mum with a hurt expression.

"What was that for?"

"I'm supposed to be teasing you mister, and I knew you were close to
cumming!"

Hearing his mum's pet name for him in the same sentence as cum felt
weird but naughty.

"In that case, I'm going to have to make you cum again," he said
simply.

Pushing his mum on to her back, he lent on his side next to her and
pulled open her gown. Dropping his hand, he traced his finger around
her tits, the soft skin felt good and he quickly targeted her nipples.
Pulling at one then the other, he felt her squirm under him.

"You're supposed to tease me Mum but it looks like you're the one who
likes it more!" Owen whispered in her ear making her squirm even more.

Leaning down he replaced his fingers with his mouth and swirled his
tongue around her swollen nipple. His hand continued south brushing
through her soft hair before coming to her pussy.

Dipping one finger inside her wet tunnel, he quickly added another
stretching her walls to allow them in. Driving them in and out of her
pussy, both fingers were quickly drenched with her juices.

Resting the palm of his hand against her, he wiggled his hand and felt
his mum gasp. It was a trick he learnt from Amelia. Her swollen clit
was trapped under his palm and with his fingers hooking up to her
g-spot, he began to finger fuck her.

The dual attack of her son's mouth sucking her nipple and his hand
rubbing the two most sensitive spots of her pussy, Donna knew she
wasn't far off another orgasm.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" She chanted.

Even with her lesbian lovers, she hadn't cum this much. Her son was
more eager, more aggressive and best of all, he knew his way around a
pussy and the rough treatment was sending waves through her body.

"Cum for me Mum, cum all over my fingers!" Owen hissed in her ear as he
threw a leg over hers and pressed his knee against his hand that was
manipulating her pussy.

The extra pressure and her son's dirty words sent Donna over the edge,
gripping his arm with one hand, the other banged against the bed.

"Fuckkkk!" cried Donna as her orgasm took hold.

Moaning and groaning, it didn't register that her son wasn't next to
her anymore instead he had climbed on top of her.

Kneeling between her legs, he threw her left leg over his shoulder and
shuffled closer. With her hip slightly off the bed, his cock was the
perfect height for her pussy and thrusting forward he sighed in
satisfaction as his cock invaded her.

"Oh no..." Donna said.

She felt his hips press against hers and his thick cock stretching her
tight tunnel. It was the first cock she had had in close to twenty
years and it just felt natural. In every way, her son was superior to
her ex-husband and lying back she let him take control.

Feeling powerful, Owen decided to show his mum how teasing was meant to
be done. Pulling out, his cock never penetrated more than an inch
inside her. After a couple of light strokes, he pulled out and rubbed
the head around her sopping clit before returning to shallow fucking
her.

Donna looked at him with pleading eyes but she could only watch as his
cock, once more, just parted her lips. Realising her son meant to
continue this relentless torture, she snapped.

"I need it, I need it now!" growled Donna, pushing him back making him
land spread-eagled on the bed.

"I'm sorry baby, but Mum needs to cum!" She purred, mounting him and
gripping his slick cock.

Aiming it at her entrance, she sighed loudly as her wet walls widened
to accommodate his thickness. She kept on lowering herself until her
arse nestled against his muscular legs and his entire length was buried
deep inside her. Her needy pussy was finally satisfied but she needed
to be fucked.

"Fuck that's it!" She hissed, lifting her body so that her beautiful
breasts hung tantalisingly out of reach of her son's mouth.

Gripping the headboard in front of her, Donna forced herself back down
sighing lustfully as his rock hard shaft filled her up again. Quickly,
she got into a rhythm, pulling up then plunging down.

"It feels so fucking good!" she moaned.

Owen had been momentarily stunned by the aggression his mum showed, she
looked stunning as she rode his cock and judging from how wet her pussy
was, and the animalistic growls she made, she was enjoying it more than
he was.

"Yes... you look fucking amazing! I love these tits..." gasped Owen,
manhandling them in his hands.

Finding her nipples, he pulled them making her whimper before sliding
his hands around to her arse. Caressing her soft cheeks, he lifted his
knees up giving him leverage to start fucking her back.

Gripping her bum, Owen slammed up meeting her downward thrust. The slap
of her cheeks meeting his legs echoed around the room.

"Oh god!" Donna whimpered as she let him take control.

Pulling her down to a close embrace, Owen moved his hands to her hips
and began to fuck her hard. Hearing his mum moan in his ear only
spurred him to go faster, her hard nipples rubbed against his chest as
the sounds of sex filled the room.

Wrapping her arms around Owen's neck, Donna held on to him while he
continued to pound her pussy. The noise of their fucking along with the
feeling of a thick cock inside her and the knowledge that it was her
son making her feel this good, all built up to make an immense swell of
pleasure grip her body.

Feeling his head move to kiss her neck, she turned and kissed her son
hard before pushing away from him to give herself more room. Arching
her back to thrust out her chest, she began to push down, meeting his
thrusts.

Just looking at the way his mum threw her head from side to side while
riding him made balls tighten despite the large load he had emptied
into her mouth earlier he knew he was close. Squeezing her soft skin
harder, he sped up.

"Shit! So fucking good Mum..." He grunted between gritted teeth.

Owen was fucking her so hard he was struggling to breathe. His muscles
were straining, but her pussy felt too good and he had to go faster. He
needed to cum.

"Oh my god! Fuck me, baby..." Donna mewed, supporting her weight on one
hand, she forced the other to her clit and began rubbing it.

"Fuck... fuck... yes!" she heard Owen stammer.

His cock felt bigger now, and with each word, it jerked violently
inside her and another load of hot cum spewed out filling her pussy.

Attacking her clit with renewed intensity, she soon felt her body tense
up. Trapping the nub between her fingers, she squeezed on it as her
son's cock continued to twitch inside of her.

"Cumming... fuck... yes!" stuttered Donna.

Looking down to see the satisfied look on her son's face, his thick
shaft still pulsing inside her and his sticky cum spilling from her
pussy, it was all too much, and with a cry, another climax took hold.

With her legs trembling, she stopped rubbing her pussy and gripped his
chest as she ground down on his groin, wanting to enjoy the pleasure
her body was feeling.

Eventually, she couldn't hold herself up any longer and fell to the
side of her son, panting for air.

While the two of them recovered, across the country, Amelia was cumming
too. Watching her mother and brother fuck, she had been forced to take
out the earpiece so that her mum didn't hear her moans.

"Cum for me mum... fuck that's so hot!" she growled as her fingers flew
across her clit while with her other hand she managed to rewind the
live feed to watch her mum orgasm on her brother's cock. Curling up,
she pressed her clit hard as her climax rushed through her.

There was a long silence as the three family members struggled to get
their breath back, finally, Amelia managed to speak.

"I thought I told you to tease him!"

"Fuck off!" was Donna's reply, throwing her earpiece across the room.

"What was that mum?" Owen asked, confused.

"Oh nothing dear, just an annoying little bug."

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