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A Lipstick Called ... BLACKMAIL!
By PleaseCain
The clock chimed midnight as I flicked on the light and dropped
my bag. A quick spin through the house to make sure no one was
around, and then I grabbed a beer from the fridge. There was food
in the freezer for later, but I headed straight to my parents'
room, to Mom's underwear drawer.
I had been wearing panties ever since I went away to college this
term. It was tricky business because I had a roommate and there
was plenty of traffic in the dorm, but that added to the turn-on.
The cool breath of a clean, silky pair sent a bolt of excitement
like a wire to my crotch, making my prick god-awful hard and
straining, all muscles and veins, against the velvety fabric.
Sliding that whole package inside a loose pair of jeans, wearing
the slutty women's under-things beneath my normal clothes all
day, stopping people I saw on the Quad, going to public
bathrooms, or daydreaming in class almost made me dizzy.
Sometimes I couldn't wait to get back to the hall and duck into
the nearest john to spooge into the toilet.
The whole drive home, I thought about this moment. I didn't wear
my own panties home because I wanted to wear my mother's sexiest
pair of undies, all weekend and, maybe, take them back with me on
Sunday night. It wasn't an incest thing, but it was definitely
nasty, and made me hot.
I knew Mom didn't wear my kind of panties, the tiny, colorful
ones that my cock snaked out of when hard, but since I'd had the
idea a couple of weeks earlier, I'd become so set that anything I
found would be a major rush, even if they were elephant pants. If
a tent was the foxiest thing in that drawer, then a tent was what
I'd wear.
During the drive, I'd supposed that Mom had probably brought her
hottest underwear along on their trip, and I would probably be
stuck with the tent. But then again, since all the kids were out
of the house, they probably "romanced" a lot, so maybe a short
getaway was no big deal to them. As my ride pulled into the
driveway, I crossed my fingers--my decision had been made long
ago.
Inside, I shed my clothes pronto, my prick already squirming to
life as I slid open the top drawer. It was perfumed and neat,
with three stacks of folded panties. Lifting and examining each
pile, all was as expected, beige or white, of the large comfort-
cut. Parachutes. Mom was so boring there weren't even stains.
The three exceptions were faded jockey cuts, one yellow, one
aqua; and then a scarlet panty. It was covered by a fishnet
overlay sewn atop the fabric, and was smaller than the others,
but hardly daring. Still, the most exotic by far.
I peeled the reds away and gently replaced the stacks. My feet
through the holes, I slid her panties to my knees, stopped, then
inched the cool fabric over my thighs. They worked the magic. My
pecker bobbed with each heartbeat. In the mirror, I watched my
balls and erection disappear within the sexy underwear. I pushed
my dick in by pointing it to the side, and snapped the waistband
shut.
I turned to admire my snug-to-bursting pouch, throbbing and hot.
I rubbed the length of my cock from the outside, tantalizing it,
waxing the head between my fingertips at the end of each stroke.
My other hand roamed my bare chest, my nipples, my tummy.
I felt up my ass through the undies, packed so pert and tight
that I had to jut it lewdly back to prod a tickling finger
between my cheeks to my puckerhole. My hands groped inside to
jerk my rod, while two of my fingers wriggled into my hole. My
grunting didn't last. "Fuck fuck fuck," I came in hot globs down
my hand and inside of Mommy's panties, spilling from the top and
onto her carpet, until I finished ass-riding my hand and
collapsed on the bed.
It was an incredible cum. I ran my slippery hand over my belly
and my new panties.
***
My eyes opened to a sunsplashed room. I had crashed on my
parents' bed. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her
laugh.
To my side, Jienta the maid shook her head and finger, clucking
one of her damned Mexican words, "Chica, chica."
Snapping to, my fright became rage; I bounded to my feet. "Get
the fuck out!" I screamed, "Now! Go fucking home!"
She slapped me, hard. She was not a large woman, but solid, and
very strong. Her flat Indian features remained impassive. She had
not flinched under my brief fury. Smarting from the single blow,
I staggered, rubbing my cheek beneath her glare.
Shocked and, yes, intimidated, I stood dumbly when she pushed
past to my mother's closet, mounted a stool and tossed a clothing
box onto the bed.
More insistent gibberish, pointing to the panties I wore. And
more, endless jabbering and chiding. Then Jienta dove to her
knees and impatiently yanked down my panties. I lost my balance
and fell to the bed, and she pulled them loose. I lay naked and
cowering.
The box was opened. On Jienta's fingertips hung lacy black
lingerie. She dropped it on my stomach. More gesticulating and a
snicker clearly ordered me to put it on. I examined it, a teddy,
very airy and sheer.
"Hey," she called, and tapped on my parents' wedding picture with
an acrylic fingernail. I had already surmised that the teddy was
my mother's, so I knew her gesture was more persuasive than
informative. "Chica," she taunted, shaking my chin in her hand. I
didn't have much choice.
The bottom fit me snugly and surprisingly well, as I'm not tall.
The shoulder straps were tight once on, and of course the
decollete was absolutely ill-fitting, even though Mom had small
tits. I wasn't concerned about fit at that moment, however, and
only sought to placate the ugly horse before I could figure out a
way to have her fired or killed.
If my head wasn't into wearing a teddy, other parts obviously
were. I hadn't noticed the split crotch (Mother!) until Jienta
violently pulled the hole forward with two fingers, fully
intending to draw my swelling dick through. My erection was
hardening, and I was frightened by the idea, but with a couple of
her vigorous tugs and a slight tear, my pole stood beet-red
against the sheer tummy.
"Ah, Chica," she breathed, kneading my mons in her palm like so
many marbles. I could not believe nor hide my arousal. If she had
continued, I would have cummed in her hands, but she spun me to
the full-length mirror. I admired myself in the sexy underwear,
especially my stoked erection which bobbed so conspicuously
against the slinky black fabric. I debated jerking myself in
front of this woman, when she stepped in my reflection,
untwisting a lipstick. I let her put it on me. She teased my hair
with her hand and a comb, then stepped aside and giggled. I
looked more humiliated and disheveled than convincing or sultry,
but I was very hard.
Thwack! Jienta swatted my penis with the comb. I started not from
pain but surprise. She reached down, held it out straight atop
her fingers, and slapped it again, once more on the head. It
stung, but actually felt good. She pointed to the floor before
the mirror. I sat as bid. Jienta slipped off her hose and
panties, so she had nothing on under her cleaning dress as she
sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me over.
I scooched directly beneath her, my legs splayed wide, leaning
back on my elbows. Jienta bent forward, rolling my cock like a
firestick between her hands, petting my scrotum occasionally
through the lace. "Jes, Chica, jes." But she let go, saying,
"Jou!"
I needed to cum so badly that I gladly obeyed and started fisting
myself, pumping hard. Her foot nestled between my ass-cheeks and
burrowed. She babbled more of her dirty nonsense, but I was
incoherent. I shot and shot ribbons of sperm on my stomach, all
over my Mommy's lingerie, my hot juice staining and seeping
through to my skin. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had,
as I kept pulling harder, pumping an endless gush of semen.
I was exhausted and huffing. Jienta's foot poked me to attention.
I looked, she mimed, I scooped hot sperm on my finger and sucked.
Still finding my bearings, I didn't care.
Her foot again. I looked. Jienta hiked her dress to her stomach
and spread her knees wide.
"Come!" She snapped her fingers. "Now!"
I raised to my knees, she pulled my hair. Her pussy was a carpet
of thick, black hair, and pungent crimson lips, and she held me
to it, using my face for her long morning pleasure.
***
That night I went out with a couple high school buddies, but the
arcade was boring and I was in by 12. It sucked. I shouldn't have
come home.
Sunday morning I was vegging in front of the television, watching
stale Hanna Barbara toons, mindlessly groping myself under the
sheet, when the backdoor lock clicked. Jienta stepped inside,
followed by a man.
"What are you doing?" I yelled, and gathered the sheet around me.
"Get out of here!" They walked casually closer, not batting an
eyelash. "Get out of here, you bitch. Leave!" my voice cracked.
She made straight for the couch and slapped me twice, not as hard
as the day before, but she didn't have to with him laughing over
her shoulder. I sobbed, "Why are you doing this? Leave me alone."
She spat and tugged me to my feet, to my parents' bedroom. I
tried my best to hold the sheet about me, but she was strong and
I tripped over it and let it drop. She dragged me nude past her
chortling friend. "Ha! Cholo!"
From her bag, she pulled my mother's black teddy, discolored in
front, and threw it at me.
"Please, no, I ... I can give you money, lots ..." She pointed
severely to my parents' photo. "Please don't make me." She
stepped ominously closer, so I shut up and fumbled with the
lingerie. She cuffed me about the crown anyway, so I did my best
to put it on as quickly as possible, with my cock through the
fuckhole the way she liked. She pushed black nylons into my
hands. I thought a second, before clumsily sliding them on. If I
did what she said, I might get away and be at school in a few
hours, and never return, never ...
It was an awkward operation, pulling the stockings tight and
smooth, though they did feel pretty good on my skin. Jienta held
out the chair from my mother's vanity table, and rushed me to
sit. She rouged my lips again, then pulled out a woman's wig,
blond and curly. I was stunned, but she wasted no time wetting my
hair back and stretching the getup over my head. In the mirror,
some mascara, and a few loose strands coiffed back, while she
whispered approvingly into my ear.
"Now ..." she said, and hiked her dress, nothing underneath, and
planted her shoe squarely on my crotch. Her knee cocked to the
side, her hips thrusted forward; I was relieved that was all she
wanted, so I leaned over to lick her without further prompting.
She was already sloppy wet, and smelled of old sex.
I sucked her hanging clitoris. She moaned and bucked. "Ah Chica,
y-yes!" My cock was shoe-flattened by her every thrust. After a
few guttural groans from the depths of her throat, the foot was
removed, my mouth and dick freed.
I turned and faced an erect penis.
It was violent red and gamey; its tip salivated thickly. They
smirked at me. Two pairs of hands pulled my head onto the prod. I
resigned, assented, opened. A penis was in my mouth, big and
hard. He fucked my face as tears streamed down my cheeks, brushed
away by Jienta's fingers. When he mercifully withdrew, Jienta
pulled me to the carpet, to her waiting snatch, locked me in her
crossed legs while the man's hands fastened my hips and he made
me his woman.
***
My ride arrived later. I sobbed and held myself in a ball,
sniffing my Mom on the shoulders of her negligee, until the
honking stopped and the car disappeared down the driveway.
I caught the Amtrak early next morning.
* * *
During semester break, I was home only for Christmas Day, and
returned to school the twenty-sixth, overcoming my parents'
befuddlement with much hectoring and a fib that I had found a job
at the bookstore. Mom cried that I had left the nest too quickly.
I spent New Year's Eve alone, drinking pitchers in a deserted bar
on the Strip.
Midway through the new term, I still hadn't concocted a story
that would get the bitch Jienta fired and out of my life, though
most days I thought about it in the shower before I'd play with
myself. So, imagine my glee when Mom told me she had sacked and
replaced the entire house staff after some stealing. I was
ecstatic! Weeks later, with a year of college under my belt, I
was riding on my way home, smiling from the glare of the May
afternoon sun and a much-needed summer of leisure at home.
I was happy. Good food, my high school friends, sleeping late in
my own bed, watching TV, Dad's liquor cabinet, and more peeks at
my Mom's underwear drawer and everywhere else in her room. She
typically cleared out for the day, running her little bullshit
errands or attending her club socials or Proposition This'n'that
functions and the like, and I would invite the guys over to swim,
or when no one could make it and I was alone except for the
beaner vacuuming the pool, I'd just sunbathe with the stereo
blaring and drink spiked iced teas until I fell asleep.
***
"Bitch!"
Shocked awake with a thudding blow to my face.
My head jerked painfully askew from the impact. My body was
paralyzed. Through the thick ringing, Jienta fumed down at me,
with that man grinning behind her. My arms were pinned beneath a
towel held taut across my trunk by at least two people behind me.
One snapped my head back by my hair, and Jienta's pounded my
cheek once more. Breathless from shock and numbing pain, my
shoulders and head sank, my struggle over.
They pulled off my trunks and lugged me onto a towel spread
poolside, and the three men fucked me while I sobbed into
Jienta's humid cunt.
As shadows fell, I lay exhausted on my side, semen trickling down
my ass, with the cheap teddy they left me still draped over my
head, shading my eyes like a torn lace veil.
***
My mother pursed her lips when they first came calling, Mexicans
at the front door! waiting, stony silent. Large, anxious eyes
followed me, gymbag in hand, out the door and down the drive to
the waiting car.
It was best when they came for me, for those times I was sure to
get the candy-yellow blow, and plenty of it for as long as they
partied in my ass--they could be nice, too. Those long nights
passed like a warm, giddy shower.
Once, tired of the waiting, I made myself up and dressed and
hopped a cab to their taverno, the El Gato. But they weren't
around, and no one answered my questions, only smirked and
leered, laughed and crowded me into the backroom for a night of
harsh mescal and tears. The shriveled blindman who chuckled
warmly whenever I walked past his barstool, that night cackled
like a dry coyote at my shrill pleas. When I stumbled to the
cabstand six hours later, wet wig and tattered hose, he was
slumped against the wall outside, snickering a low benediction at
my back.
After that, I waited for them.
I don't know if Mom ever recognized Jienta amongst those in the
car, or if she saw the wet kisses Jienta would plant as she
reached into my bag for my makeup and clothes, to ready me for
whatever hall or party we were headed that night, to be their
Chica.
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