Erotic fiction
Cheat Codes — Part 3a, Reversal
In which the tables are turned — again!
In part 1 of the story (cheat-codes-part-1-discovery), two 18-year-old high schoolers find out that the MILF mother of their crush has some sort of trigger in her thinking that enables them to control her. As in completely control her — including for their sexual gratification!
In the version of Part 2 written by BunsesTedses (cheat-codes-part-2-wrapped-around-your-finger), the daughter finds out that her mother gave the boys oral, and is not amused. While not fully understanding what has happened, she blackmails them into going to work at a glory hole as the price of her keeping quiet. One boy gets sucked off by women, while the other performs on men. Then the time comes to switch places.
Fuck! I was an idiot! A massive idiot to have been hassled so much by the thought of Stacy telling our parents, and whoever else would listen, about what had happened with Mrs Smith that I’d not thought the whole thing through.
Now that I’d taken Dan’s position in front of the hole in the wall, and some bloke had stuck his cock through, I had a moment of clarity.
I didn’t much care if everyone found out!
Stacy had seen the action taking place between us and her mother on the internal security cameras but, if she’d had audio as well and could have listened in to the conversation, then she would have had a lot more questions to ask.
What the footage would show was Mrs Smith chatting to two lads as they sat on the sofa. She then stripped naked, they all talked some more… and then she gave first one and then the other blowjobs. As Stacy returned home, the participants all ran off to clean up.
Okay. That was not going to go down well with my parents — but at the end of the day, I was an adult. If I wanted to get a blowjob from any consenting female, then that was my right.
If people found out that the incredibly hot mother of my classmate gave me oral, then I thought there would be as many people giving me a high five as there would be looking on disapprovingly. More maybe!
Mrs Smith would be the one to get it in the neck. Stripping in front of two older teens like that and then sucking their cocks — and apparently on camera — would probably not go down well in the circle she moved in, but that was not on me.
In short, I was being blackmailed into sucking some random dude’s cocks by Stacy when I actually had very little to hide.
“Fuck this,” I said to the bouncer guy that was standing by to make sure all went the way it should. “We are being blackmailed into this, and I think you know that. This is over. Right now. Any film you might have will also be deleted right now.”
He was a bit surprised that the cowed boy he’d met at the door was now standing up and squaring off in front of him, but he was clearly tougher than me, and if it came to anything physical, I was screwed, and we both knew it.
“Look mate, I don’t know how Stacy found you, but I bet the police would love to hear about schoolboys — even 18-year-old ones — being blackmailed to suck cock here. And what are the odds that much in this building would stand up to public scrutiny? Fuck all, I reckon!”
It took a little bit more in the way of persuasion, but before long I’d said much the same to his boss and seen the footage deleted — and then the deleted files also deleted. Better safe than sorry.
What I’d not been able to do was save Dan from getting sucked off at the glory hole. However, he later confessed that it had been bloody hot, even if scary.
He was just pissed that he’d been made to suck cocks first and I hadn’t done the same. He knew it was stupid to blame me in any way for my finding a way out of doing it, after the damage was done. We are not all rational all of the time though. For months afterwards he claimed to have flashbacks of cocks coming through the hole at him.
I wanted to confront Stacy and tell her that her game was over and done. Dan and I chatted about how best to do that as, while we would get into some trouble, Mrs Smith would be dropped in the shit if this got out.
We didn’t want that to happen.
First up, we liked the lady. She’d always been nice to us, even though she must have caught us checking her out when we thought we could get away with it.
Secondly, we still had the magic phrase. Yes, it might be the wrong thing to do on some level, but we still intended to get more from her than the couple of blowjobs we’d had. She had said that she would do absolutely anything I wanted or could imagine. Anything. And our imaginations had since run wild.
While Stacy had been at the front of my thoughts, I’d still fantasised for a long time about getting in bed with her MILF mother. Thought of going all the way. Now that I had the means to do so, to have her make my dreams a reality, well… it was going to happen. Stacy or no Stacy.
Leaving the place of shame behind us, we first headed to Mrs Smith’s place of work. She owned a secretarial company that provided temps and staff for those needing them. We’d never been in before, but knew where it was.
We didn’t have to wait long before the pretty girl behind the reception desk took us through the back corridor to Mrs Smith’s office. She was seated in one of those big leather chairs and looked like she belonged there, in the seat of power, as she looked up to welcome us in.
“Milf toy,” I said, invoking the magic phrase we’d stumbled onto while chatting with her, as soon as Dan closed the door behind us.
Despite what had happened the day before, we were still afraid that this was either a weird one-off game that she had been playing or a mental glitch that wouldn’t be repeated.
Our fears were immediately forgotten as she stood and started undoing her suit jacket, placing it over the back of her chair once it could be removed. As she started to work her way down the buttons of her blouse, I stopped her.
My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I longed to have her continue. To then fuck her bent over her work desk. From the unarticulated muttering coming from Dan, he was having similar thoughts.
This was her office, she was the owner here, the power in the organisation. And I could have her strip and then screw her. Could make her offer herself to all the men here. Not that it looked like there were many, but I could have her offer the same to the ladies as well.
The potential power wasn’t so much going to my head as it was to my cock. I needed to get on with the plan we’d discussed while I still had enough blood in my head to think straight.
We were going to fuck the lady, oh hell were we going to fuck her, but this was not the time or place. Her staff could come in, and even if we got her to tell them not to, the noises that were bound to come out of the room would give things away. Until we got the hang of things, we needed privacy for this.
With the two of us sitting on the edge of her desk, and her seated again in the big leather chair, we went through what we thought was likely to happen when we met the enemy — Stacy in this case — knowing full well that no plan ever survived that moment intact. A certain amount of improvisation would be called for, and we were nervous about that.
“Hi mom, I’m home!” Stacy shouted as she came in the back door. Somewhat unnecessarily, I thought, as it was pretty obvious.
She came to an immediate halt as she saw the three of us. Dan and I sitting on the sofa, once again drinking from cans of coke. Her mother stood in front of us as we chatted together. Her naked mother.
“What the fuck…” she started, but was immediately cut off.
“Stop right there, young lady! You know I don’t like that sort of language in this house. I’ll not stand for it! I wanted to talk seriously to you about your life, and this just underlines further the need for me to do so. Since your father left you’ve gone astray, and it is time to take you back in hand.”
Stacy wanted to say something but, every time she opened her mouth, her mother just kept going. Dan and I sat and watched in awe. Watched Mrs Smith’s tits bobbing up and down as she moved her hands in the air while berating her daughter.
“And then blackmailing these two as well? What kind of daughter have I raised that tries to blackmail her schoolmates when I’m the one at fault? Why didn’t you come to me to discuss this first? As to how you know where to find the local glory hole… well, we’ll come back to that later!”
“Mother,” started Stacy, finally managing to get a word in edgeways, “there is a lot we need to talk about. Clearly. But not while you are naked in front of these… these two boys!”
She was blushing like hell, and it just made her look sexier. The pair of them were simply gorgeous as they stood and faced off together. The mother was the one we paid the most attention to, as her whole body was on display, but Stacy was a beautiful girl.
“You now know that I gave them both blowjobs recently Stacy. I’ve nothing to hide from them — and I don’t need to explain myself to you either while you are living in MY home. If, after spending time with no man in my life after your father left, I find some satisfaction with these two, well, it may be a little unusual, but that is my business.”
Dan and I had considered letting Mrs Smith have this conversation with Stacy alone, but we’d not been sure about the instructions I’d given her, this all being rather new to us. We hadn’t wanted to risk something going wrong, so I needed to be there to issue fresh instructions as needed.
Our expectations were being more than met though as she improvised her speech. Maybe saying things she’d wanted to but not had the chance before, at the same time as putting Stacy on the back foot.
“I’ve been a nudist for some time now, but while you were younger needed to keep certain things from you. Now you are 18, I can show that side of myself. Literally. In the house I’ll be naked unless we have guests,” she looked over at us, “and those two don’t count as they are more than that now.”
She’d been a nudist for some time? That almost made me laugh aloud! By my reckoning, it was all of about 45 minutes as that’s when I’d given that new directive to her.
“Other things will wait until later but, right now, we are going to discuss blackmail, and sexual blackmail at that. I thought I’d brought you up better than that Stacy. I’m so disappointed with you. If you steal, then you need to return the goods and face punishment. Here you can’t exactly return the work at the glory hole you put these two through, but you can return the favour to make it better. And then we can discuss the actual punishment to be given on top of that.”
I had said that Stacy needed slapping down to prevent her getting in the way of Mrs Smith doing sexual things with Dan and me, but I’d not specified exactly how that should be done. It seemed better to leave the specifics to the mother in this situation, to keep it however it was usually done in the household.
“I’ve always said that the punishment should fit the crime. So here is my ruling. The boys gave three blowjobs I believe?”
Dan nodded and grunted affirmation while I kept quiet. I’d received rather than given, but, having an inkling where this conversation seemed to be heading, it seemed best to keep silent.
“Okay. Stacy, the equivalent of returning the goods is for you to give each of them three blowjobs. I suggest one now, and then another at each of your next band practises when the boys are here anyway. You can carry on each week until finished.”
“Mother! I can’t do that! That’s indecent! I…”
Mrs Smith put a finger to her daughter’s lips and stopped her talking. Dan and I glanced at each other’s faces to make sure that we were both getting the same thing. This was totally unexpected.
I’d thought she’d be grounded, or not have use of the car, have an allowance stopped, or… something like that anyway. But the punishment would fit the crime.
“There used to be a saying ‘don’t do the crime if you don’t want to do the time.’ You sexually blackmailed the boys, so this is the first part of putting it right. As to the actual punishment, well, sex again seems appropriate. You will sleep with each of them.”
My cock had been hard while watching the naked Mrs Smith as we waited for Stacy to return home, but had been getting harder and harder as this conversation progressed. Now I was in fear of shooting my load into my underwear!
Mrs Smith was telling Stacy to fuck us as punishment for what we’d been through. OM bloody G! I blanked out the next few minutes of the conversation between them as my mind went wild.
I’d been hanging around Stacy hoping for something to develop between us, while knowing it wouldn’t. The idea of her giving blowjobs had set me on fire, but to actually screw her was just mental!
“Erm, we had to do it naked at the place. You know, the place Stacy blackmailed us into. Maybe Stacy, well, maybe…?” Dan was lying but Stacy might not know that, and even if she did, she wasn’t in charge here. Her mother was.
During my small mental lapse, it seemed that some agreement had been reached between Stacy and her mother. Stacy had moved in front of the sofa and was apparently going to go through with this. I tried to focus on what was about to happen, rather than the thought of fucking her at some future point, and Dan’s comment certainly helped bring me back to the present.
Mrs Smith just gave a small nod to Stacy when she turned to query what had been said. It seemed the fight had gone out of her as she turned back, and her hands went up to her school blouse.
Button after button was opened, and, as her bra came into sight, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would look as good as her mother. She seemed perfect, but clothing can hide a lot.
“Also,” said Dan, “we were being filmed. It seems that Stacy had asked for that so she had evidence of what happened. It would only be fair if…” He pulled out his mobile and waved it in the air.
“Not a fucking chance!” Came the reply, as anger flared up in the girl. She knew the value that footage of her would have amongst our peer group if it ever got out. Stacy naked, especially when giving us blowjobs, would be nearly priceless!
“Stacy! I’ve told you about using that sort of language in our house — I will not stand for it! If you wanted them filmed, then it is only fair that they get the same deal now that the tables are turned. You will smile, and get on with making this right!”
We’d talked earlier in front of Mrs Smith, treating her almost like an inanimate object, about our desire to see Stacy naked, to play with her tits, and then to fuck her. Although she’d been under the cheat code at the time, and we’d not included her in the chat, I could only assume that she was still responding to the cravings we’d expressed.
Dan held up his phone, and I grabbed mine from my jacket. We’d taken images and some quick footage of Mrs Smith earlier but had not gone too far as we’d not wanted to get over-excited before getting the situation with Stacy dealt with. Now though, hell, now we had complete freedom to film Stacy giving blowjobs. While naked!
As seems traditional in undressing in front of others, she left the bra on and moved to her skirt. When she came to take off her footwear, Dan said that he’d like her to leave that and her socks on. He’d taken charge here, and she was going along with it.
Which was bloody hot. Stacy Smith, the hottest girl we knew, was stripping off to give us blowjobs and was doing it exactly as we wanted. And on camera. Her mother would as well, sure, but she was programmed to do it. Stacy had a mind of her own and was doing this anyway.
She hesitated when it was just her black, slightly lacy, underwear left to come off, and surprised me by going for her panties first. In all the videos I’d watched it had been usual to show tits first and then that most private of places last of all.
Her smile didn’t look the sincerest I’d ever seen, and there was even the hint of tears in her eyes, but it was in neither of those places that our concentration was focused as she dropped them. Dan had her hold her underwear at her knees, by opening her legs wider, as he filmed her standing like that. So. Damn. Sexy.
Her pussy was shaved, like her mother’s, and I had Mrs Smith move over and make it easier for us to compare them both. She was perfectly happy to do this, but Stacy was red-faced in embarrassment as the two ladies did as we wished. The mother had more lines down there and wider lips, but that was probably not a surprise.
As the bra came off, and her tits came into sight, my mouth was watering in anticipation. It seemed like Dan was getting the first blowjob, but we were both going to fuck her at some point. Both get our hands on her body. We knew it, and so did she. We both also intended to film every second, and she must have known that as well.
There is a school of thought that tits are just tits, and they are all pretty much the same with just a small variation in size and shape. A tree is a tree is a tree. I don’t buy that.
For whatever reason, there are things I like more in some than in others. Nipple size and placement, aureole colouring, and how they stand up from the body all make a difference to me.
I didn’t have much hands-on experience, but I knew what I liked to see.
While her mothers were slightly bigger, Stacy still had it for me. I thought that, while the overall aesthetic was much the same, having hers standing proud over her taut tummy, rather than hanging over her mother’s more rounded one, lifted her in my eyes.
Dan had released his cock already, and I was quick to follow. Stacy reddened even further at the sight, but that just made her all the more attractive to me. She didn’t have to do this, she could have told her mother to go to hell, but with that voice telling her to go ahead — and maybe some thought that this actually was justice — she dropped to her knees in front of Dan.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to blow all over the place and that seemed a waste. I motioned to Mrs Smith and she smiled, then knelt in front of me. Dan could have Stacy right now. I’d get her mother’s services and bank the daughter for the future.
That was not at all a bad thing. It would extend the amount of time over which Stacy was going to have to do this, and that meant more time filming her naked body. More time playing with her.
As both of the Smith women started to bob their heads over our rigid cocks, Dan and I shared huge grins — while being sure not to move the mobile phone cameras from the view in front of us.
I wasn’t going to last long today and, while that was sad, it didn’t really matter. I had Stacy’s three blowjobs to come in the future, and her mother would be doing this — and a whole lot more — for an indefinite period. Months, and maybe years.
Maybe there would come a time in life when a blowjob got old. When having a beautiful woman get down on her knees and put her lips around my cock, tongue rippling over me as her warm breath somehow sent shivers down my spine, would be just something that happened from time to time.
Right now, well, this was a moment to sit back and enjoy the sight in front of me. The stunning nude ladies looked into our eyes as they performed what my best friend and I could only have dreamed of a few days ago — blowjob heaven!
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