Diwali special helpless mother blackmailed by son's friends

Ding! Dong! Grace Thompson hurriedly went into the front door to open it. Now who could it be? She thought absently. I'm not expecting anyone today. Robbie's in a summer vacation with his grandma and grandpa, and I'm on live in my secretarial job in a small firm for at least another week. "Its probably just another sales agent," she sighed. "Oh well..." While she walk into the front door, grace admired her house. Living in mid-salaried, suburban area had its advantages. For one thing the crime rate in her community is almost zero. The large front door was facing the flush spacious living room. Two smaller ones flank the long, black spacious sofa in the center of the room. In the middle was a low, crystal-clear glass table. To the right of the sofa dominates the glass sliding door leading into the small swimming pool outside. She almost smiled in seeing that. The pool was Michael's pet project. Michael Thompson was her late husband. He adored her. Michael knows about her past, and still he accepted Grace. He was the one who saves her, and changes her for the best. And for that, grace will always love him. That was why grace can still feel the hurt every time she remembers the night a drunk driver took away the life of her Michael. Grace was now in her early 30's. But she still has the best body in town.


Nobody can believe that Michael, a balding man with a sagging stomach, could catch such a beauty. Her legs seems to stretch for miles, and having a 26d cup breast in a thin waistline made everyone, specially the men, took notice of her everywhere she goes, even in any dress. Fathers, uncles, and even older big brothers started escorting their children to school, when grace started bringing her son 6 years ago. Almost any guy she met, either in the grocery or in school, eventually started flirting and asking her out. All of them wanted to take her to bed. But nobody really knows grace, except Michael. Michael met her 11 years ago in a club, as a prostitute. She still could remember asking money first, and that Michael gave it easily. But he didn't want to fuck. He said he just wanted to talk. They talk all night. Michael was asking about her past mostly and listening with sincere interest in his face. There were other nights. And after a year of dating, he asked her to marry him.

Grace remembered refusing, but Michael was so persuasive that in the end she said yes. That was the best decision of her life. Michael proves her devotion by providing her with everything she wants. He paid for her re-enrollment in college, and he supported her all the way until she got a descent job as a secretary in a small firm. In return, grace tried to become a good wife. She learned to cook, and clean the house. And made Michael really happy at night. Grace could never forget Michael. Damn the drunken guy who killed him!! Ding! Dong! "Coming... just a minute!" Opening the door, grace was mildly surprise to see Greg, and Eric and another kid she didn't recognize.


They were Robbie's friends, her 16-year-old son. They were older than Robbie by a year but her son had a higher year level in school than these boys. Greg, the one this group consider there leader, wear @jeans, T-shirt, and a jacket, while the other two wore the secondary level uniform just like Robbie's-the white polo shirt and black slack pants. "Good morning Mrs. Thompson," Greg said. "May we come in?" "Of course," grace said smiling. "Make yourself at home. But I'm afraid Robbie isn't here. He's in his grandpa's house for the following week." Greg smiled slowly. Somehow, Grace didn't like the way that happened. "It's okay Mrs. Thompson, we came to see you." Grace absently notices the other 2 kids being fidgety and nervous. Grace decided to concentrate her attention on Greg. "See me about what, dear?" The three teenagers entered the house and wondered inside the living room. Greg easily sat on the sofa as if he doesn't have any care in the world. The other two boys followed and sat down. Grace watched them and could not help disliking Robbie's friends. She knew she was being unfair, but that was what she was feeling.


She knew Greg and Eric for a year and a half now, when Robbie brought them over one evening for dinner. It was obvious that they have a crush on her but Greg was so cool about it. His wandering eyes always get caught and he did not even get embarrass or afraid about it. Greg was a tall guy for his age, about 6'2'', taller than grace by about 3 inches. Black, curly hair ragged skin, wide shouldered, and about 140 pounds. But what really gives him a character is his deep, black eyes. It dominates his face with its penetrating emptiness, giving him a sinister look. Eric, meanwhile, is a 17-year-old kid with freckled face, and sharp broken nose. He always looks nervous and jumpy. And Robbie told her about Eric being famous with his short temper, always starting a fight from the simplest things. The last guy, the one they called mark, was also dark-haired with ordinary pictures. The kind of person you wouldn't look twice at in the street. "Would you like some lemonade?" "Thank you Mrs. Thompson, but that can wait for now," Greg said. "Please sit down" Although it was said politely, grace easily knew that it was an order. Keeping her temper, she did not sit down. She stared back at Greg who as usual was rudely checking her out from head to toe. From the faint smile in his lips, she knew he like what he saw. Grace was wearing a white blouse, and a simple knee-length skirt - A typical housewife look.

Her shining black hair was up and secured by a small hairclip. "I'm quite busy today boys." Grace walks into the kitchen and prepared some lemonade nevertheless. "So can I ask what this is all about?" "Is your VHS player working Mrs. Thompson?" Greg asked, unperturbed by grace's annoyed tone of voice. Even before Mrs. Thompson answered, he was already taking out a VHS tape in his backpack and starting the player. When Grace came back from the kitchen, the 3 boys were already watching the tape in the TV. Grace didn't took notice of the movie they were watching until she brought down the tray of 4 ice-cold lemonade glasses in the living room's table. When she turned, she noticed something at the side of her eyes. She looks directly at the TV. It was a penis. She was shocked. How dare these kids bring pornography into her house. She was about to shout at them to get out of the house when a young face of a woman appeared in the TV and covered the penis with her mouth. The woman then started sucking the unknown man. The camera zoomed into the woman's face as she turned to look at it. Then Greg freezes the picture with the remote. Grace caught her breath. The woman was obviously high in drugs, but still beautiful. It was Grace. She couldn't believe it.

She was ten years younger then, but still it was undeniably her. She could feel her entire body turn cold. "Where?...Where did you get this?" "Oh some guy who is a friend of my old man gave him a copy of what he said is the best fuck he ever had," Greg said casually. Eric was looking at her intensely, while mark is still transfixed at the TV. "I found it lock up in my father's secret case in the basement. Since the old man's dead, I guess he wouldn't need it anymore. Grace tore her eyes away from the screen and turned to Greg who was still sitting comfortably in the sofa. "Why? Why do you have to show me that?!" "Simple," Greg said evilly. " I want to fuck you." Grace was so shocked she couldn't speak. She couldn't hardly breathed. She noticed that Eric and mark was already watching them. "What?!!" Greg leaned over and reached for lemonade. He was staring at her while he sipped. "You only have two choices grace," now it was only grace, not Mrs. Thompson. "One, you refused and we show this film in school, in front of all the teachers, the students, and most of all to your cherished son, Robbie."
." "No!!" "Or you can agree that you will do everything we want you to do and you can have all the tapes we have..." Grace blinked at Greg. " ...All the tapes?" "Of course," Greg said laughing. He finished his lemonade and slowly put it back into the table. "Do you think we're some kind of a stupid idiot? This is only your copy." Grace finally regained her shattered thoughts. She turned around, crash into a nearby vase and run into a small room that she turned into her home office.

She frantically tried to open the drawer, rummage into the contents until she found what she was looking for: Michael's colt .45 gun. She threw herself into the door, stop in the living room, pointed the gun at the three boys and shouted, "give me those tapes now!!! Damn you, give it to me!!!" Eric and mark was startled and almost jumped into their seats. Greg didn't move. " Oh shit!!" mark gasped. "Greg, do something!!!" "Relax, can't you take a little heat?" Grace pointed the gun directly at Greg. "Give me all your tapes now or I swear I'm gonna kill you!!" Slowly, Greg stood up. Like a cat moving, ready to attack. Involuntarily, Grace took a step backward. "You stupid bitch," he hissed. "Don't you think I already planned for this?" Grace didn't speak. Greg took another step forward. "I already made my last will and testament," Greg said grimly. "I put 4 copies of this tape into four different banks. If I die in any reason, then those tapes will be delivered either to the school, to your neighbors, or to Robbie himself!" Greg was delighted in hearing a small groan escaping grace's lips. He steps closer to her. "What? You gonna shoot me? Then do it!!" Grace didn't even saw Greg's hand as it quickly swats the gun away from grace.

He followed that with a hard in the right side of grace's face with the back of his hand. Grace stumbled down the floor. Greg took the gun. "Now, are you gonna let us have our little fun or you want us to destroy your life forever?" Greg could see that grace was sobbing silently, and it was music to her ears. The turmoil in grace mind was visible to the 3 boys. But Greg was sure that Mrs. Thompson would brake. "Okay, you win," Grace said, knowing that she was trapped. "I'll do everything you want, just don't show those pictures to Robbie..." Greg could not conceal the triumph in his eyes. "Good," he said matter of factly. "Now go to the living room and face the sofa." Defeated, grace slowly stood up and walks into the small space that Greg had indicated. Then she faced the sofa and the teenage boys.
Greg followed her and slumped into the sofa, Eric and mark besides him. Both were frozen in their seats, and are intently watching grace, which was awkwardly standing in front of them. Greg smiled and rests his feet at the edge of the table. Oh god! Grace's brain was screaming. How did I get myself into this? I don't want to have sex with these children, but I also can't let Robbie know about my past. I love my son too much to put him in such an experience. "Please...please Greg don't do this to me," She begged. "I don't wanna do this." Inexplicably, her last passing thought was about the stain on the table that will be created by Greg's dirty feet. "Shut up, bitch" Greg said. Although he didn't shouted, the words ringed at her ears. " I don't give a shit what you like or don't like to do. The only thing you have to understand is that we own you now and that you'll do everything we want you to do. After we're through with you, you get your tapes. You understand?" Grace could not believe her ears. "Please..." "Rule No.1" Greg cut her off. "You don't talk unless someone told you so. Rule no.2, every time you hesitate to do anything we want you to do, you get hit." With that Grace stop talking. Eric's face was filled with anticipation. Mark had irregular breathing. "Now grace," Greg slowly smiled. "Unbutton your blouse, and hold it open in front of us." Grace stared at him for a second. She was expecting it. But now that he actually said it, grace could still not believe it.

Eric thought that Mrs. Thompson would surely refuse and half expecting her to turn around and ran away. After what seems like an eternity, Grace stared at the wall behind Greg and her hands shakily started unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Slowly, the thick, white blouse opened. Her black lace bra was slowly exposed to the 3 boys. Greg did not move. Finally, it was open. Taking a deep breath, grace opened the blouse and holds it with her unsteady hands. "Now take it off." Eric and mark wondered how Greg could maintain his voice. "Now the skirt, grace." Tears started dropping in her eyes but she obeyed. She reach back, found the zipper and slowly drag it down. Reluctantly, she shook herself until the skirt fell into the ground. She was wearing a matching black bra and panty. She cursed herself for deciding to wear her new lingerie this morning. The sexy, high-cut underwear was her most comfortable pair, but now she could see what it was doing to her tormentors.

The panty was like a second skin molding tightly from her crotch to her ass. But Eric and mark's attention was in her bra. It barely holds Mrs. Thompson's ample cleavage. Her full nipples were clearly visible in the material's fabric. "Show us those big knockers!!" Mark blurted out. Instinctively, Grace hand crossed her chest in a vain attempt to cover herself. By now, the tears were running down her cheeks. "Please..." Nobody saw how quickly Greg stood up covered the distance to grace and slapped her hard in the face. The force was strong enough to make her step backward, but she didn't fall. "I told you, you don't talk bitch!" Greg shouted. Grace was now openly squirming in front of Greg. Her left hand touching her face while the other was used as a pathetic shield from another blow. "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" She did. But Greg was in control again like a switch. The evil smile was back.

He leaned close and unashamedly inhaled the smell of her. He whispered, "Now why don't you be a good girl and do what mark wants you to do." "Come on! Come on!" mark repeated. Reluctantly, with Greg still close, she obeyed. She reached back and unhooked the straps. She let it slide down her shoulder. And with a deep breath, she let it fall to the ground. Her glorious breast was exposed for all to see. At that close Greg could easily see the firmness of her erect pink nipples. Mark wasn't satisfied. "Now show us your beautiful bush! Show it bitch! Now!" "That's right. Now, you fucking slut, now!" Eric was almost hysterical. "No," Greg said authoritatively. Mark and Eric turned silent. Grace turned to him, her eyes with a glimmer of hope. "I mean, not yet..."

Greg continued, savoring every inch of disappointment that run into grace's face. Unexpectedly, Greg grabbed her hair and pulled grace into the couch. She fell into the sofa helplessly. Then she turned to Eric, who was approaching the sofa. Grace watched Eric, her eyes like those of a trap doe in a hunter's aimed gun. Eric stood in front of her, and grace was immediately frightened from the evil hate behind the smile Eric wore so badly. Eric started unbuckling the belt in his trousers. "Remember last summer Mrs. Thompson when I fell into the oak tree in your backyard and I sprained my left ankle?" Grace vaguely remembered, but she was more concerned in Eric's frantic hands loosening his belt. Finally, he threw his belt away.

Then he started unbuttoning his pants. "My father was so angry because he couldn't understand why I'm in that damn tree in the first place." Eric unzipped his pants and with one swift motion, pulled down both his pants and brief. His erection was exposed in front of grace. "You see, I couldn't tell him. I was at the tree so I can spy on you after you finish taking a shower. You'll walk into your room naked for a while before you brush your hair and change clothes. There I will jerk off before you finish dressing. But that day, I was so carried away I forgot holding a branch and I fell." He laughed. His eyes never leaving her breast. Grace could hardly look at Eric.

She wanted to close her ears. She didn't want to hear perverted stories. Then like a light bulb, Eric's laugh was gone. "Hold your breast, Mrs. Thompson. Now! Hold it in front of me. And open your eyes, damn it! Look at me!" Grace touched her own breast, cupping it obediently in front of Eric. She opened her eyes. But she could not look at Eric. She just couldn't. Eric whipped out his dick and waves it in front of her. Then still intently looking at grace, he started jerking off. "Squeeze it! Squeeze it!" Mechanically, grace did what she was told. She massages her breast. At first just softly. But sensing Eric was about to explode in anger, more forcefully. "That's it, bitch" Eric said hoarsely, his eyes were almost half-closed. His hands a blur in his 8-inched dick. "I think you know I was watching you, huh? You dirty slut! You want me to look at you, forcing me to do these dirty things. You know I was watching you!!" "No, please.... I don't..." "Shut up! Squeeze your jugs! Squeeze 'em dry! That's it...Yeah." Then Mark was pushed to sit next to grace. Abruptly, Grace stop massaging her breasts and looks at mark.

He was stark naked, Quite skinny, but grace was horrified seeing his enormous rod. How could a 17-year-old kid have a stiff dick as big as that? Grace thought. Greg was the one who pushed mark to her, then went behind the sofa and whispered, "Mark is kinda lazy, Grace. So give him a hand job." Before she could even think about it, Mark was already her hands and guiding it to his cock. "Make it good Mrs. Thompson," mark said, as he forces grace to wrap her delicate hand to his pulsating phallus. "I know you're used to doing this anyway." Mark was guiding her hand in the first few strokes, but finally letting grace do it herself afterwards. He then proceeded exploring her body. Facing her, he put one hand to her shoulder and pulled her closer, while the other hand started molding her body. Grace cringed, but kept on stroking mark's penis.

Eric was oblivious of this and continued jacking off in front of them. Mark grab her hair and forced her lips to kiss him. Grace was disgusted with the wet, sloppy feeling as mark tongue darted inside hers, seeking to open it. Grace remembered that she shouldn't resist him, and slightly opened her mouth. Mark's demanding tongue roamed inside her own tongue and teeth. Grace moaned when the pressure of mark's hand in her increases. He started pinching her nipples. Since her face was still turned to mark, grace couldn't see the one who sat at the other side of her. But she could sense it as the pressure of the sofa shifted. She felt another hand caressing her flat belly.