Sex Puppets – A Mother & Daughter Blackmailed…
Another horny milf humiliation story from the dark imagination of Cherry Wild.
Janet Lennon was a jealous mummy; a very jealous and frustrated mummy.
She was jealous of her nubile nineteen year old daughter Martha. More specifically she was jealous of her hot young boyfriend Roddy. One night she is kept awake by the sounds of their sex in the room next door. She is filled with shame but aware of her own needs. Driven mad she resolves to do something about it.
She makes a decision which will change her life. She is compelled by her need for him, compelled by her jealousy of her young daughter. She is determined to have Roddy at ANY cost.
But is Roddy all that he seems? Does he have a hidden agenda of his own even beyond having both mother and daughter? Will getting him be the fulfillment of her desires or the beginning of her nightmare?
Word count, 7,194
It has just happened again; that â€˜I have to fuck herâ€™ moment. The moment when I am somewhere and I never know exactly where or when, but something in my head makes me look at somebody and think â€˜Itâ€™s You.â€™
Today it took me by surprise. It is only five weeks since the last one. This one has been sitting up there in the public gallery every day of the trial so far. She is the only women up there. I think she is the victimâ€™s mother. I hope so.
She is looking especially nervous today. So she should be if she is the mother, her little darling is on the stand today and she is going to get a fucking rough ride. Maybe thatâ€™s what brought my moment onâ€¦the prospect of watching the mother seeing the daughter put through the mincer. Enough to make any man hard.
She keeps looking down at me, probably wondering what Iâ€™m thinking. If only she knew. I was surprised to find myself on a jury in a case like this, especially with my past record. Still Iâ€™m not complaining, it has all been very entertaining, and should be a good show today once the little tramp takes the stand.
She is looking at me now; there is no more appealing expression on a womanâ€™s face than anxiety. Well apart from fear. I can see she is uneasy. Well she will be a lot more uneasy when this day is through.
I have a plan. Once I have had the â€˜I have to fuck herâ€™ moment, a plan always springs to mind. She looks too good to miss really, and vulnerability always entices â€¦I will find a way.
One way or another I have to fuck her. Just have to.
And I will.
Susan Berry watched from the packed public gallery in Leeds Crown Court as her eighteen year-old daughter Natalie gave evidence against the man who seven months before had viciously raped and beaten her. Every eye in the courtroom was fixed on her as the female prosecutor took her steadily and gently through her evidence.
Despite the obvious sympathy shown the questions were detailed and intimate. Natalie had been taken through them in preparation, but Susan could see she was starting to wilt a little; starting to hesitate and falter in her answers. Starting to fracture; starting to splinter. She glanced down at the bully-boy defence barrister ostentatiously awaiting his turn; glancing through his notes, scribbling a couple of words here and there. He was making a great show of being unconcerned and repeatedly glancing at his watch to emphasis the time taken by the prosecution.
Susan thought that his performance was pure theatre, designed to unsettle and to threaten. Everyone knew George Land Q.C by repute; a heavyweight in every sense with the reputation of a bruising streetfighter on behalf of his somewhat dubious array of clients. Defence of rapists his â€˜obnoxious specialityâ€™, the prosecutor had told her before the trial started. In truth Susan feared what was to come. She feared it because it might hurt her daughter all over again, and also because if Natalie did break down, it could mean her assailant might go free.
The prosecution team had warned both mother and daughter to expect a stormy and belligerent cross-examination. The best form of defence, given the circumstances would be attack. What was true or false wouldnâ€™t matter, only what could be smeared, undermined, insinuated. Â It was all down to the issue of consent, her word against his; the hardest of all rapes to prove. The easiest to discredit.
Even though Susan knew what was coming she was helpless. All she could do was sit and watch and hope. She was lost in her thoughts, lost in the sorry memory of that night when she abruptly realised that the moment she had dreaded had arrived. The prosecutor had primly taken her seat and an expectant hush settled upon the courtroom.
The man sitting next to her whispered to the man on his right hand side. â€˜Showtime.â€™
If you wish to continue reading this highly erotic story, please click on the links below:
© 2013, Janey Pilsbury. All rights reserved.
February 22, 2013 Tags: Amazon kindle, amazon kindle sex stories, blackmail, degradation, domination, encounters with strangers, humiliation, humiliation stories, kindle, Kindle Store, milf, milf humiliation, milf story, sex stories, sex story, sexual blackmail, sexual cruelty, short stories, short story Posted in: writing