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Steven had a love-hate relationship with mornings. On the one hand, he hated to wake up from the usual erotic dreams he had, but on the other hand, working on the morning wood was an enjoyable activity.
Still in his bed, Steven contemplated what kind of depraved fantasy he should use to jerk off today.
But before Steven could start masturbating, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Steven! Get up! You still have to eat something before school!” a voice behind the door reminded him.
Fate gave Steven a perfect opportunity!
“Yes, Mom! What’s for breakfast?” Steven inquired as he pushed his hand into his undies.
“Pancakes.” Steven’s mom replied. “They are getting cold, don't dawdle.”
“Okay, I am not going to miss your pancakes,” Steven hurried to answer. Hastily he started to rhythmically stroke his cock. “Did the girls already get ready?” He proceeded to ask.
“Yes, I am taking them to school early today, remember? I am leaving the food on the table.”
Steven did, in fact, remember. The question was a simple means to keep his Mom talking for a bit longer. But before he could finish himself off, his mother had already left.
It did little to deter Steven. He continued to imagine his mom in various embarrassing positions. Her perky little breasts, her bubbly springy butt. Her black hair encased her pale face.
Her crying expression as he impaled her on his dick. Her begging as he came in her pussy. Her humiliation as he made her clean his dick after the deed.
But Steven needed more. He grabbed his phone that lay next to his pillow and opened a folder.
A folder full of his mother's nude pictures.
Steven quickly scrolled down to one of his favourites.
A picture of his mother holding her bare pussy’s lips open with one hand and her leg raised and feet pressed against her face with the other.
Steven came immediately - filling his underwear with the morning cum. Every time he had an orgasm from his Mother’s explicit and illegally acquired pictures, he reaffirmed his belief that blackmailing her was the correct choice.
It had been hard work. A lot of time and effort had gone into the research into the various ways of avoiding being caught and staying anonymous. Setting up several untraceable phone numbers and emails, getting a convincing voice changer and other seemingly minor details. It was important. He did not want to get caught.
Getting the blackmail material itself had been a real hassle as well. It wasn’t surprising, but while probing into how to blackmail properly, Steven had thought it would be easier.
The hardest part had been to get a camera into the school's girls' bathrooms and showers. But he had managed, and the pictures of his sisters peeing and showering were mouthwatering. As a bonus, he gained a lot of material from unrelated girls from the school.
But once Steven had put together everything needed, the rest had turned out to be easy. All he had to do was to send the various pictures of himself and his sisters to Mom and make implied threats.
After he had sent the first messages, Steven nervously waited for law enforcement to arrive. It never did. Mom failed to contact anyone fearing the repercussions.
No parent wanted to have their children's naked pictures out for any pervert to see. In addition, Steven had threatened to contact everyone from Mom’s contact list. Mom had not been stoked about her phone being ‘hacked’ and had forced everyone in the family to change their phones.
It was a pointless gesture encouraged by fear. There had been no hacking. Steven had just asked for most of those numbers.
All it did was put their family into even more of a difficult situation, as the money was running low, and their bastard of a father had not been sending them any.
That wasn’t entirely true. Father had not been sending any to Steven’s Mom or his sisters. He did send quite a bit of money to Steven, if sporadically. ‘A 15-year-old man needs money to spend on women,’ his Father would say. ‘Don’t tell your Mom,’ he would say.
Steven’s dad was a misogynist and a certified asshole. At this point, he didn’t even hide it. He would never understand how his Mom tolerated the man until they had four kids. But now Father was out of their life, and that was for the best.
It annoyed Steven that he did spend this money on women. Even if not in the way his father had intended.
All of his planning had resulted in Steven paying a hefty sum for proper safety, networking and adequate gear.
With a grunt, Steven got up from his bed. He would have to clean himself up and hide all the traces of his ejaculation. He had a facade to uphold.
For his family, Steven was a good and helpful boy. He always listened to his mother and elder sister. His care extended to his younger sisters as well. He had been playing this role for a couple of years already.
Little did they know that he was harbouring an extreme desire to rape them.
His mom and sisters had left already, so Steven didn’t bother to make himself more presentable.
Still in his t-shirt and underwear - his usual for the night, he headed to the bathroom.
Once there, Steaven headed straight for the laundry basket.
Opening it, Steven had to dig a bit to find what he was looking for. He grabbed a pair of socks hidden beneath jeans and a summer dress.
Steven vaguely remembered that Katty, his younger but not the youngest sister, had worn them to school yesterday.
The thought of the 13-year-old sister immediately got Steven hard once again.
Katty was a sporty little bugger. She was slim and had almost no breasts to speak of. Her ass was shapely, if a bit on the small end and her tummy was flat as a board. She had inherited her mother's black hair, brown eyes and facial structure, but her skin was a shade darker.
There was little meat on Katty, but Steven knew it left her butthole and pussy wide open to see once she was naked. With Katty, there would be no need to pry the ass cheeks open. They didn’t cover the hole anyway.
Steven brought the socks to his face and took a deep breath. A pungent aroma entered his nostrils as his dick started to twitch. He hastily dropped his dirty underwear on the floor and started a second round of masturbation.
There had been no chance to do it yesterday, so Steven felt full and eager to empty his savings.
After only a moment, his greed kicked in and overcame him. Steven stopped his work to look for more treasures.
His search bore fruits almost immediately. Steven now held a pair of panties and another pair of socks in his hands.
The panties were white, with a little picture of a teddy bear at the front. Together with the size, it left no doubts in Steven’s mind as to whom the item belonged.
Elizabeth, his youngest sister, was a quiet and reserved girl. She was eleven and tiny. Her body refused to grow even an inch. She mostly spent her time in her room reading or watching her cartoons. Elizabeth’s habits worried Mom to no end. It was very different from how her siblings had been at that age.
Also, despite being only eleven, Elizabeth had more cushion on her than Katty did. Small, shapely breasts, a round behind that asked to be grabbed and short stature. All of it made Steven’s imagination run wild.
Steven knew Elizabeth was going through tough times at school. Due to her quicker development and meek disposition, it was easy for the boys to bully her. The girls disliked her for the same reason. She wanted to fit in but just couldn’t manage it.
Elizabeth had taken after their father. Her sand-coloured hair hung down to her neck. She had blue eyes, a little upturned nose and full lips.
As for the other pair of socks, Steven knew they belonged to his older sister - Melany.
Steven’s older sister was a year older. Melany was a sloppy and carefree girl. She could be a pain to deal with due to how selfish she could be, but generally, Melany meant well. Her height was about the same as Steven's. She was the only family member Steven could not look down upon in the literal sense. He was taller than Mom and his estranged Father, not to mention the younger sisters.
Melany sported the biggest breasts in the family. Her body had nice curves in general, with her ass filling her pants and hips that looked perfect for childbearing. She had straight, brown hair that fell all the way down to her nice heart-shaped ass. Her face was similar to Mom’s and Katty’s, with her eyes being the biggest difference, as they were quite a bit larger and more expressive.
Which made Steven want to fuck Melany’s face while she, with her upturned eyes, looked up at him.
While thinking about his sisters, Steven pushed his face into the pieces of cloth and took deep, slow breaths until he reached a climax for the second time this morning. The forbidden aroma did wonders to ignite his libido.
Now, with the perverted side of his satisfied, Steven started to get ready for the day. He still had to eat breakfast. There was no reason to miss out on Mom’s pancakes. He really liked those.
And after school? After school, Steven had plans.
Steven had been very successful. He pushed his mother deeper and deeper into depravity. He had started with small demands. Only asking for a picture of Mom’s underwear or a more suggestive pose, but now?
Now Steven asked for videos of her masturbating while at work. He asked her to taste her piss and try to insert her fist in her pussy, then more. His demands grow more deviant over time.
She was ready for the next step.
Steven had the place and time. Today he will get his first blowjob from his mother.
And after, well, his mother was not Steven’s only victim.
Katty had a lot of friends and a social position she held dear at school. Steven had used that.
Elizabeth was obedient and innocent. She was afraid that her naughty pictures would destroy her family. Her devotion to her family doomed her.
Melany? Well, Melany had a very interesting quirk she shared with him. Melany wanted to fuck their mother as much as he did. He had traded a lot of pictures of Mom to her. And she had eaten them up following every demand just to get more of them.
And then there was he. The poor little boy - forced to eat his cum by a nefarious entity. Steven had not particularly enjoyed it but did not mind the taste and experience. There was a good chance of him doing it anyway to sate his curiosity, even without needing an alibi.
Steven's family would soon discover - the mysterious blackmailer wanted to bring them closer. Much, much closer.