Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2019 23:29:29 +0000
From: Michele Nylons <michelenylons@msn.com>
Subject: Bisexual Incest Story - Blackmailing Mother Chapter Two

Blackmailing Mother Ch. 02
By
MicheleNylons©

Chapter Two: Pant-E-Hose.

My mother Bethany Griffith was CEO and sole owner of a small but profitable
advertising agency called Womankind. My father's business interests were
immense, varied and complicated but Bethany held onto her little boutique
business as a matter of pride and a source of self-determination.

That said, she was ruthless. Womankind employed only female staff and
specialised in feminine-only products. Bethany was CEO and Head of
Marketing, Public Relations, Advertising and Creative. Her Personal
Assistant, Bonny Driver, oversaw Support and Account Services and mother
also had a team of three Account Executives to manage the individual
accounts.

She rented the entire fourth floor of an office suite in Soho and the three
'Executives' each had a small private office whilst her own office sprawled
across most of the remaining floorspace. Bonny Driver sat at a huge desk
outside of the double oak doors leading into Bethany's office; guarding it
like a Rottweiler.

The interior was open plan and roughly divided into Bethany's work area
with a large desk, layout table and stand-up workstation, a conference area
with a table and six chairs. The largest area was set aside for
entertaining clients with a comfortable white leather lounge and matching
chairs, and a large coffee table. There was a small wet bar, a kitchenette
and an ensuite bathroom with a small walk-in-robe. The rugs on the carpeted
floors were expensive, as was the artwork that decorated the walls. Two
large flat-screen TVs were mounted on the walls, one in each of the
conference and entertaining areas.

The conference area had a videoconference setup that was quite evident to
clients and prospective customers, but unbeknownst to anyone but Bethany
and Bonny the office had a series of cameras and microphones installed that
enabled Bethany to secretly record video and audio throughout her
office. She would often invite prospective clients to use her office to
discuss business or consider her proposals 'in private' whilst secretly
recording them. She also liked to review video of her clients' reactions to
her ad campaigns and business proposals.

All this was unbeknownst to anyone but Bethany and Bonny. Except for me of
course.

One of the many undergraduate classes I had attended after I finished my
A-Levels was applied computer science and I was quite a geek. It had taken
me hardly any time at all to infiltrate Womankind's computer nexus and
access the supposedly secret, restricted access, audio-visual network.

I sat at my computer alternating between the cameras in my mother's office
ensuring that I had complete control of them using an app I had developed
and installed on my iphone. I zoomed a camera in on a closeup of my
mother's buxom buttocks and nylon-sheathed thighs as she stood at her
workstation. I began to thicken and was tempted to whip out a pair of
mother's discarded pantyhose from my desk drawer and wrap them around my
cock but I had more important things to do.

Besides...if my plan worked I would soon be having a lot more fun with
mother than just whacking off into her discarded lingerie.

The lift stopped at the fourth floor and opened onto the foyer of Womankind
where Bonny Driver sat at her desk, the door to my mother's office behind
her was closed. The three Advertising Executive offices were off to my
right and I could hear muffled but expansive phone conversations as
mother's staff worked hard, just as she demanded.

Bonny gave me a look of distain usually reserved by my mother for me, but
Bonny was well aware of my mother's antipathy and derision of me and she
followed suit.

Bonny was stunning, a match for my mother in both looks and elegance. They
could almost be twins. At forty-two Bonny kept her figure through a regimen
of diet and exercise; she was not skinny, rather she had a classic
hourglass figure. Her legs were long and shapely and her full breasts
remained pert; her body had not been affected by childbirth.

Bonny's hairstyle was a jet-black shoulder-length bob with a single blue
cobalt highlight, her makeup was severe, with black eyeliner, blue and
mauve eyeshadow, heavy black mascara, rouged cheeks and bright-red
lipstick. Her appearance was almost Goth-like but tempered by a polished
dress sense.

She wore a tight-fitting pinstriped power suit, the hem of her skirt
resting well above her knees. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in sheer
grey hosiery; her feet were shod in red, patent leather Christian Louboutin
high heels.

Bonny was sexy and sophisticated.

Bonny was also a lesbian; a militant lipstick-lesbian who had an equally
militant butch-lesbian girlfriend the size of a refrigerator and with a
temper to match her flaming short red hair.

"Hello Bonny," I gave her my best smile.

"What do you want Nathan? You don't have an appointment and Bethany is far
too busy to see you today," her mouth turned down at me.

I kept walking towards the sacrosanct oak doors and Bonny leapt to her feet
and put herself between my mother's inner sanctum and me.

I had used the remote camera app and knew that mother was alone in her
office and I was determined that I was going to see her. She didn't know it
but we had important urgent business.

"Is your bull-dyke girlfriend still giving it to you with a strap-on; or is
it true that she's actually grown a penis?" I taunted Bonny, looking for a
rise.

"Even without a strap-on I bet she's got a bigger prong than you," Bonny
teased in return.

"Ok enough with the playful banter Bonny. Let me in to see Bethany; she
doesn't know I'm coming but I'm sure she will see me," I replied.

Much to Bonny's surprise that was the case; my mother told Bonny to let me
in.

I walked into mother's cavernous office and closed and locked the door
behind me. Me locking the door was not lost on her.

She wore her usual work attire, a navy-blue power-suit with short skirt,
her white satin blouse was fully displayed, her suit jacket hung off the
back of her office chair. She was standing at her workstation and I had an
uninterrupted view of her body. Her full breasts thrust out from her chest,
straining the fabric of her blouse, her long legs were clad in ultra-sheer
flesh-toned hosiery, her feet shod in black high-heels.

Mother's hair and makeup were perfect as usual and I felt myself becoming
erect in anticipation.

"What the fuck do you want?" she looked at me like dogshit on her shoe.

I walked casually up to workstation whilst manipulating my iphone.

"What I want for you is to transfer five thousand pounds to this account
number," I tossed my phone on her desk.

Bethany's mouth turned down.

"I knew it would be about the money," she sighed.

"Oh come on mother; you enjoyed our little soiree in the coffeehouse as
much as I did," I reached out and squeezed a buttock.

Mother snatched my hand away.

"What you made me do was disgusting!" she hissed.

"Just transfer the money and daddy won't need to know about you and uncle
Roger," I chuckled.

Bethany bought up the webpage for her private bank account on the screen
and transferred the funds. As soon as I saw her execute the transfer I
snatched up my phone and used my banking app to transfer the money
immediately into another account. I didn't want my mother to know where I
kept my money.

"So is that it now Nathan? Have you finished blackmailing your mother?" she
said scornfully.

I ignored her; my attention was taken by a package on her desk. The slim
rectangular package contained hosiery. There was a picture on the front of
the packet of a woman smoothing out the product along her shapely legs.

"Pant-E-Hose," I read the writing on the packaging.

A prototype for a large advertising poster was arranged on the layout
table.

Mother reached out to take the advertising mockup off the layout table but
I snatched it away before she could. On the cardboard handbill the same
model as on the packaging was smoothing the hosiery around her thighs and
buttocks. The gusset of the pantyhose was similar to a control top but it
was bikini shaped and darker than the ultra-sheer legs of the hosiery, it
was a shimmery coffee-coloured panty.

'Finally, pantyhose that really are a panty and hosiery all in one,' the
speech balloon emanating from the smiling model's mouth read.

The slogan at the bottom of the advertisement read:

'Don't wear tights - wear Pant-E-Hose! Do away with unsightly visible panty
line, leave your knickers in the drawer. Pant-E-Hose combines the sheerest
of hosiery with comfortable, sheer, form-flattering panties.'

"Nice product mom. You have the contract to advertise these I take it?" I
waved the package of pantyhose at her.

"Yes Nathan. Not that it should matter to you, other than that the
labelling will undoubtedly appeal to your fetish," mother groused.

"I've always hated our British use of the term tights; makes me think of
those horrible ribbed leggings that the girls wore at school in winter. I
much prefer the word pantyhose and I really like these Pant-E-Hose," I
dropped the package on her desk.

"As much as your penchant for hosiery is fascinating to you; I really have
some important work to get on with," mother sighed and indicated the doors.

I took a step forward and closed in on my mother. I could see the fear in
her eyes and smell her expensive perfume. She stepped backwards until her
back was pressed against her workstation.

"Bethany; my priorities are now your priorities. I thought you would
understand that by now," I waved my phone under her nose; the blackmailing
email addressed to father on the screen.

Mother gulped and nodded. Her haughty demeanour was replaced with a look of
defeat.

I placed a hand on her leg and smoothed it along her warm sheer-stockinged
thigh.

I leaned into her and whispered in her ear.

"Are you wearing them?"

She looked at me confused.

"The Pant-E-Hose. Are you wearing them?" I said for clarification.

Mother looked down at her feet and nodded her head imperceptivity.

I squeezed her thigh and said in a demanding tone.

"Are you wearing them?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Let me see," I nuzzled her ear.

She tried to move her head away from me but I followed her and nipped at
her earlobe.

"Behave yourself mother and let me see," I demanded.

I stepped back to allow her some room.

She kept her head down and began to slowly lift her skirt.

My cock thickened as her shapely, gossamer-clad legs were exposed, and then
the darker shimmery panty fabric at the very tops of her thighs and her
lower belly.

Mother began to shake.

"This is so degrading Nathan. I thought you had finished with this now that
I've paid you," she sobbed.

I pulled her to me and kissed her and despite her struggles she knew better
than to drop her skirt. Her body pressed against mine and I could feel her
breasts squished against my chest. I slipped my tongue into her mouth
briefly.

"You liked what we did in the coffeehouse," I whispered into her ear.

"You made me like it; you forced me," she sighed.

I was manoeuvring her towards the white leather lounge, holding her close
and making her walk lockstep with me. I allowed her to drop her skirt but
she was totally under my control. She stopped when the back of her legs
pressed against the lounge.

"Please don't Nathan. Please don't degrade me further," she begged.

I played with my phone, activating the secret cameras using my app, then I
put my phone down so that I could give my mother my undivided attention.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. She struggled in my
arms but she was no match for me; in fact her struggles were inflaming my
desires. My cock hardened and I was sure that she could feel it pressing
into her stomach through my trousers. My hand found her buttocks and
squeezed them as I rubbed my cock against her. Mother gasped in my mouth as
she felt the girth of my cock thrust against her tight belly.

Mother squirmed and writhed in my grasp, trying to extricate herself from
me. My lips were locked on hers and as much as she tried I wouldn't let her
go. I finally let her break the kiss and I smiled down at her wickedly.

"You're such a pig!" she spat at me.

I leered at her and then reached out and tore open her blouse; the buttons
scattered on the floor. I gazed at her magnificent breasts cupped in the
white lace and satin brassiere. I wasn't really a 'tit man' per se but they
were a splendid example of mammary perfection and I reached out and
squeezed them; feeling her nipples harden to my touch.

As much as she wanted to get away from me I had her locked against the
couch. My fingers slid inside the cups and caressed her milky white soft
flesh and then the dark areolae and finally her engorged nipples. She
gasped and fell back on the lounge.

I followed her down, straddling her.

She looked up at me, her mascara smudged by her tears.

"Please stop," she begged; but her breathing quickened as I caressed her
breasts.

I now had both of her globes free of her brassiere and lowered my face and
began to suckle them, licking the dark areolae and then softly nibbling on
her nipples. Her pleas of restraint became moans of lust as she cradled my
head to her breasts. I suckled her teats as my mother writhed beneath me.

"I fucking hate you Nathan," she gasped as I worked my mouth along the nape
of her neck and finally found her mouth.

She willingly opened her lips for me and her tongue found mine as we kissed
passionately. I tasted her lipstick and breathed in her perfume; all of my
senses inflamed.

Her skirt was rucked up around her waist and I wriggled above my mother as
she writhed beneath me. I was forcing her to open her legs and she was
trying to keep them closed.

I won.

I was lying between my mother's legs, my groin pressed against hers while I
kissed her passionately and fondled her breasts.

I snatched away one hand and worked it between our bodies and unzipped my
flies. I freed my erect penis and pressed it against my mother's belly, it
brushed against the cool slippery fabric of her panty and I gasped with
delight.

Mother stopped struggling.

"What are you doing Nathan. How dare you! Stay away from there!" she
hissed.

I guided her hand down to my erect penis and her fingers closed around it
reluctantly.

"I'll give you another handjob Nathan but that's all we are doing," she
sighed.

I said nothing but I gasped as my mother took my erect penis in her hand
and slowly began to masturbate me. I immediately began to leak
pre-ejaculate, which my mother used to lubricate my penis as she feathered
her fingers up and down the shaft and over the bulbous glans.

I crushed my lips against hers and drove my tongue into my mother's mouth;
I sipped her sweet breath. Mother was still squirming beneath me, not yet
fully compliant as my fingers explored her fleshy thighs. I drifted them up
to her warm, silky crotch and she froze.

"No Nathan! Not again!" she gasped as I pressed a finger along the outline
of her vagina through the velvety panty fabric.

But once again her body was not complying with her consciousness's wishes;
I could feel the first scintilla of moisture wet my fingertip.

"Oh no! Please stop," my mother gasped.

But she gripped me harder and stroked my cock vigorously and kissed me
deeply.

I worked my fingers into the diaphanous panty material; it clung to my
mother's shaven mound. I could feel the fat outer lips of her labia majora
and then the delicate inner lips protecting the entrance to her vagina and
shrouding her clitoris. I gently pushed the translucent panty against her
clitty and began to delicately caress the little nubbin, using a circular
motion.

Mother shuddered and squeezed my cock harder.

"You bastard!" she hissed.

She opened her legs wider to accommodate me and allow full access to her
sex. Once again I had defeated her and overcome her reluctance. Now I
intended to take our masturbatory tryst further. I knew that mother would
resist with all her will but I wanted more. I wanted to feel my cock
pushing on her cunt through her delicate, luxurious, silken pantyhose.

I quickly snatched her hand away from cock and mine away from her pussy and
pressed my groin into hers.

Mother instinctively clamped her legs around me, which was the opposite of
what she should have done. My cock grazed across mother's sleek, satiny
mound, the feel was amazing. I had masturbated with my mother's pantyhose
and panties before but now I actually had my cock pressing into her
pantyhose-clad cunt and the sensation was astounding. I tried my hardest
not to come.

"No! No! No!" my mother writhed and wriggled under me.

Her hands beat on my back and her legs kicked out. The silly bitch didn't
realise that this only further stimulated me and my cock pressed into her
labia, I could actually feel her cunt lips wrapped around my cock through
the gauzy layer of panty.

I ripped off my own shirt and pulled down my jeans to my knees whilst my
mother whined and fought beneath me then I lowered my face back to hers and
chased her lips. I crushed my mouth against hers, tasting lipstick and
saliva as my tongue invaded her mouth. My hands found her breasts and
tweaked her hard nipples as the glans of my penis rubbed against her
clitoris.

"You fucking bastard!" mother squealed, but she knew she was defeated.

She surrendered and her tongue found mine, her nipples hardened and her
cunt began to ooze vaginal secretions, which soon soaked the gusset of her
pantyhose.

My mother wrapped her legs around me as I began to fuck her through her
pantyhose, my cock shrouded in the sleek, glossy pantyhose fabric pressed
against her sensitive clitoris and inner cunt lips.

As I got into rhythm my mother clung to me, meeting my thrusts, her
nylon-clad legs rubbed on my tender flesh, sending ripples of delight
through my body. My cock was throbbing, the exquisite sensations emanating
from my tender glans and sleek shaft were driving me to peak.

Mother slavered at my mouth and raked her fingers along my back as her own
orgasm approached.

I pushed hard and the tip of cock entered her vagina, still sheathed in
delicate pantyhose fabric. I only managed to get about an inch of my
phallus inside my mother but it was enough.

I orgasmed and copious amounts of hot semen ejaculated from my pulsing,
hard cock.

Mother screamed and drummed her high-heels on my back as she orgasmed in
concert with me. She pushed her buttocks up off the couch, forcing as much
as my cock as her pantyhose would allow inside her, the shaft rubbed on her
clitoris and drove her maniacal as she simultaneously kissed me, hugged me,
then beat me and bit me.

"Oh you fucking cunt Nathan! I fucking hate you; you fucking monster! Now
fuck me! Fuck your mother!" she howled.

My semen was flooding her cunt, soaking into her pantyhose as my cock
continued to convulse. I could feel the outer ring of her vagina throbbing,
milking me of my seed as mother came too.

After what seemed like an eternity we both lay still; panting and sweating
and quivering now and then as the last of our climaxes subsided.

Mom was sobbing quietly; her head down. She couldn't look at me; she felt
ashamed of herself.

I picked up her leg and wiped my deflating penis on her calf; the residue
of my semen and her vaginal secretions soaked into her pantyhose, darkening
the sheer fabric. When she realised what I'd done she snatched back her
leg.

I pulled up my pants and buttoned my shirt, Bethany lay on the lounge with
her skirt still hiked up, her panty crotch a sodden mess of semen and cunny
juice, her breasts exposed, her brassiere askew and her blouse ripped
open. Crying had ruined her makeup and her hair was a mess.

I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

I sauntered over to her ensuite bathroom and opened her small walk-in
wardrobe. I pulled a freshly pressed blouse off the hanger and went by her
desk and picked up the packet of Pant-E-Hose off her desk.

Mother was still curled up on the couch, but she had stopped crying.

I dropped the fresh blouse and the package of pantyhose beside her.

"Get cleaned up and get changed. You look like a mess," I sniggered.

I pulled mother from the couch and directed her towards the ensuite
bathroom. While she was there I used my app to replay the video I had
recorded using her office cameras. With suitable editing I would soon make
the imagery look like it was just two consenting adults having sex. The
fact that they were mother and son of course would only be evident to those
who knew.

Mother came out of the ensuite about fifteen minutes later looking stately
and exhibiting her usual commanding presence. She looked like the eminent
professional and mistress of her domain.

She looked at me derisively.

"How long is this abominable and repugnant behaviour going to go on Nathan?
Surely you have degraded me enough and sated your incestuous carnal
desires," Mother pulled a Virginia Slim cigarette from a package in her
desk drawer and lit it.

"You know that it's against the law to smoke in an office like this," I
grinned at her.

"You know it's against the law to fuck your mother in an office like this,"
she spat back at me.

"You liked it," I grinned.

"You forced me to like it; I can't control my body's reactions when they
are forced into stimuli," mother drew on her cigarette, but she was
blushing profusely.

"But you weren't forced to suck off uncle Roger or to ride his big cock
were you mother?" I sniggered.

"Nathan!" she screeched.

"This fascination you have with tights, pantyhose, stockings, knickers and
lingerie. I know the fetish developed during your adolescence and when I
caught you, I know I didn't handle it that well but you have to stop!"
Bethany said.

"Oh so you do remember?" I replied.

She ashed her cigarette in a saucer on her desk and took a deep drag.

"Of course I remember; how could I forget," she blushed.

"But surely you can find some girl who will do what you want; you certainly
have enough money now to pay for one," the anger evident in her eyes.

"But I like you mommy," I snickered.

"You're sick!" she snapped.

"I might be? But what are you gonna do about it?" I grinned at her.

Mother was seething, her anger visible.

I walked over to the rubbish bin and extracted the discarded Pant-E-Hose
that she had been wearing during sex. I raised them to my nose and sniffed
the crotch.

"Jesus!" Bethany sighed.

"I might get a blowjob next time I drop around," I grinned at her and
stuffed the garment in my pocket.

Something crashed against the imposing oak doors just after I closed them
behind me.

Bonny Driver was sitting at her desk; her legs crossed. Because I was
beside her desk I could see every inch of her long legs sheathed in sheer
grey pantyhose. She deliberately re-crossed her legs giving me an
uninterrupted view of her purple-satin panty-clad crotch.

She grinned at me salaciously; she was teasing me, knowing my penchant for
nylon-encased limbs.

"I see you had the usual effect on your mother," she commented about my
mother throwing an object at me as I closed the doors behind me.

"You would be quite surprised at what effect I sometimes have on my
mother," I grinned at her equally salaciously.

As I strode over to the lift I was unaware that a footlet of my mother's
pantyhose was protruding from my back pocket in plain sight. The possible
significance of this was not lost on Bonny.

To be continued.

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Michele Nylons

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