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Natasha had the seating at the dinner table all arranged. She put her daughter Madison and niece Margaret on one side, and placed herself on Jake’s left-hand side on the other.
The roast chicken was, Jake had to admit, perfectly cooked, and the baked potatoes and roast carrots that came with it were just as good. Natasha poured a glass of red wine for each of them, and that was exceptional too.
But after the first mouthful of the chicken, Jake found it hard to concentrate. Because even as Madison’s mother continued to daintily transfer chicken to her mouth with a fork in one hand, her other moved under the table to rest on Jake’s groin.
Finding his cock still hard from their pre-dinner encounter, she squeezed it – and then smoothly unzipped Jake’s fly, reached into his underpants, and pulled out his dick.
Jake didn’t know whether his face was white or red. He could barely move. His erect cock – slathered in pre-cum – was exposed in public, in front of his cousins Madison and Margaret. And Madison’s mother was lightly gripping it in her hand.
No one could see it, of course – it was all obscured by the tablecloth. Madison had no idea that her mother was playing with his cock under the table. But Jake knew, and he felt certain that anyone else would be able to tell merely by the expression on his face.
“Now, Madison, dear,” said Natasha casually, as if she weren’t holding a young man’s dick in her hand. “You’ve been spending quite a lot of time recently with Jake here. Do I detect romance in the air?”
Now it was Madison’s turn to blush, so brightly that an observer might have thought that it was Madison, not Jake, who was being masturbated under the table . (And masturbation it certainly was – Natasha was beginning to slowly pump Jake’s dick with her hand.)
“Mom, no!” objected Madison. “It’s nothing like that!”
Jake couldn’t help but be a little hurt by that. He had kissed Madison and squeezed her boobs, but it was nothing like romance?
“What’s the matter?” said Natasha. “Don’t you like Jake?”
“No, of course I like him,” said Madison, still blushing.
Natasha ran her thumb lightly over the tip of Jake’s dick, smearing more pre-cum over her hand and over Jake’s foreskin.
“Don’t you think he’s handsome?” she asked. “Sexy, even?”
Madison blushed deeper. “He’s not bad,” she admitted.
“You know, it’s okay that he’s your cousin,” Natasha said. “That’s legal in this state. And there’s no history of incest in the family, so you could even have a baby with him relatively safely.”
She pumped Jake’s dick hard as she said “have a baby” and it was all Jake could do not to immediately cum at the combination of Natasha’s hand on his cock and the thought of impregnating his beautiful cousin.
“Mom, shut up!” protested Madison. “Don’t be gross! Anyway, Jake’s into his friend Amy, and she’s really sweet.”
“Is that true, Jake?” asked Natasha, looking at Jake, still pumping his cock. “Do you like this Amy girl?”
“Um…” said Jake, not knowing how to answer. “I do. But I like Madison too.”
“Does this Amy have bigger breasts than Madison?” asked Natasha.
“Well… yes,” said Jake. “But that doesn’t really matter. I mean, they both look really good…”
He trailed off, awkwardly, realising he’d wandered deep into exceptionally strange territory, comparing the physical assets of two girls while having his cock pleasured by the mother of one of those girls.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” said Natasha brightly. “Madison, you can share Jake. It’s unreasonable to expect one girl to meet all a man’s needs anyway.”
“Mom, can you just stop?” said Madison. “You’re so weird tonight. You’re embarrassing me in front of Jake.”
“I’m so sorry, dear,” said Natasha. “Of course I’ll stop.”
And she did, indeed, drop that conversation topic, instead talking about banal topics such as her work at her accountancy firm, current events, and a cake she planned to bake for an upcoming office birthday.
But through it all she kept her hand on Jake’s cock. No one at the table seemed to notice that she managed her dinner entirely one-handed. And she seemed to have a magical ability to read Jake’s state of arousal. Every time she brought him near the edge of orgasm, she would stop, and let him slowly cool down, before beginning to pump again. It was practically agonising. And Jake couldn’t do a thing about it without calling attention to what was happening.
Finally, Natasha abruptly released Jake’s dick, tucked it back into his underwear, and did up his fly.
“Dessert time!” she pronounced. “Jake, would you be a dear and come to the kitchen to help me serve it? Margaret and Madison can chat while we do the busywork.”
“Uh, I’m not sure…” Jake demurred. “Maybe Madison should…”
Madison twisted her face. “Jake, show some manners. I went and bought the apple pie. The least you can do is help mom serve it.”
Jake shook his head. “Of course,” he said. “Sorry. Sure, I’ll help.”
In the kitchen, Jake found that the apple pie had already been placed in the oven and was now pleasantly warm. Natasha removed it and placed it on the bench, then got out four bowls. Three were a pastel pink, and one was blue.
“Blue for boys, and pink for sluts,” she whispered, with a wink.
She sliced the pie into four quarters and placed one in each bowl. Then she got two large cups. She poured a little custard into one, and then a lot more custard into the other.
Then she turned to Jake, pushed him up against the fridge, kissed him on the lips, and pulled his cock out of his pants again.
“Sssh, or they’ll hear you,” she whispered after the kiss.
“Ms Calderay…” Jake protested. “Natasha…”
“Not like that,” she replied. “You know how.”
Jake tried to gather himself together and address her as she had encouraged him to.
“Let go of me, you useless fucking whore,” he growled, in as quiet a voice as he could manage.
She giggled, and released his cock – but only for a moment, to get out her phone. She pulled something up on it, and then passed the phone to Jake for him to look at.
It was video. Of Madison. Nude. In the shower. She was rubbing soap into her large, gorgeous tits.
Jake’s breathing quickened. “What is this?” he asked.
Natasha grabbed the larger cup of custard with one hand. With the other, she began pumping Jake’s cock, harder and faster than she had before.
“It’s Madison,” she said, which Jake had already figured out. “I put a camera in the shower. Just a little one. You wouldn’t know it’s there if you didn’t know to look. Isn’t my daughter hot, Jake?”
Jake shook his head and tried to give the phone back to Natasha.
“This is wrong,” he said. “She doesn’t know. It’s spying.”
“Her body exists for men to look at it, Jake,” said Natasha. “Just watch and enjoy. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
She looked at his face, and grinned an evil grin, and then added, “Or else we can call her in here, and see what she thinks about it.”
Jake didn’t know how he could possibly explain the current scene to Madison – him watching a covert video of Madison’s nude body while Madison’s mother pumped his cock.
“Call her a slut, Jake,” said Natasha. “Call her a bitch and a whore. And then I’ll let you cum, and then I won’t touch you again until dinner’s over.”
It was hard for Jake to think. He’d been aroused basically since he walked into the house. Natasha had been edging him all through dinner. His head and his heart knew right from wrong, but his dick didn’t care. His dick wanted him to look at sexy nude girls and orgasm. And so it seemed to him right now that the best thing to do, the most ethical thing to do, was to do what Natasha wanted, so he could cum, and then have a clear mind and do the right thing after that.
“Madison’s such a slut,” he whispered. “She’s a whore. She’s a bitch.”
And just like that, he was cumming. And as he did, Natasha quickly moved the cup of custard in front of his cock, so that Jake’s semen spurted into the cup, mixing with the custard. She pumped spurt after spurt of cum from him, until his balls were dry – and then she quickly knelt, extended her tongue, and licked his cock clean, before tucking it back into his pants.
“Thank you, sir,” she smiled.
Then she turned back to the apple pie.
She poured the small cup of custard – the one without any cum – over the pie in the blue bowl.
“That one’s for you,” she said.
Then she put her finger in the larger cup, and stirred, before bringing her finger out and licking it clean.
“Mmm,” she said, appreciatively.
With a wink at Jake, she poured the contents of the cup – custard mixed with Jake’s cum – over the pie in each of the three pink bowls, then added a dessert spoon to each bowl.
She passed two of the pink bowls to Jake.
“Take these to Madison and Margaret, would you?” she said.
Jake felt trapped. He couldn’t say no to Natasha without provoking an argument that would attract attention. He couldn’t say anything to Madison – how could he explain how his cum had ended up mixed with the custard?
And so he found himself heading back out to the dinner table and placing bowls tainted with his semen in front of his two cousins.
He was deliberately, secretly, feeding his cum to a female friend who he liked – much more than liked – and a woman who he had been told was a lesbian, despite her recent proclivities.
And then he sat down, and had a spoonful of his own pie, which Natasha had brought to the table, and he watched Madison and Margaret eat his cum.
True to her word, Natasha left his cock alone now. But Jake felt it stiffening anyway.
This was wrong. It was very wrong. And if Jake could have seen an easy way to stop it, he would have. He felt guilty. He felt angry at Natasha for putting him in this position.
But at the same time he was aroused. Betrayal was sexy. Forcing girls to eat his cum was sexy. His forbidden sexual interactions with Madison’s mother was sexy. He couldn’t help having a sexual reaction to the circumstances he had been forced into.
The best part was that the girls seemed to enjoy it. Madison even commented on the flavour.
“This custard’s really good,” she enthused . “Did the company change the recipe or something?”
“I think they must have!” replied Natasha breezily. “It’s got a pleasant salty note, don’t you think, Margaret?”
“It’s so good,” Margaret agreed. Jake had no idea if she knew she was eating his cum or not.
And then, just like that, dinner was over. All the apple pie – and all of Jake’s cum – had vanished into the women’s stomachs.
“Well,” said Natasha. “I suppose it’s time for me to take Jake home.”
“I can do it, mom,” said Madison.
Natasha waved her hand. “No, you’ve had a full glass of wine, Madison, you shoudn’t be on the road. Whereas I’ve barely started mine.”
It was true. Natasha had barely sipped at her own drink.
And so Jake found himself rising, and hugging Madison goodbye. Then Margaret was giving him a hug – and when Madison turned her back, Margaret kissed him on the lips.
And then Natasha was urging him out the door towards the car.
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Jake had thought that Natasha might try to masturbate him again in the car, or even give him a blowjob – and a large part of him wanted that to happen.
But instead she drove in silence for half the distance to his house, before pulling over and stopping in a dark, empty car park.
She did something on her phone, and then Jake’s phone pinged.
“That’s the video of Madison I showed you,” she said. “For you to enjoy in private.”
“I don’t want it,” said Jake.
Natasha looked at him.
“Jake,” she said, “I’m very serious about what I said about Madison. She needs a man who will dominate her, who will treat her like a sex-object, and who will ensure she gets the discipline, the restraint, and the self-esteem management that she requires. I’m very hopeful that you will be that man, but if you can’t do that, then I will find a man who can, and I will ensure that he starts his relationship with my daughter by violently raping her.”
Jake’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Do you think I’m joking, Jake?” said Natasha. “Do you think I’m bluffing? Look at my face.”
He did. And what he saw there made him very sure that, no matter how insane it was, she meant exactly what she said.
“A little rape will be good for Madison, in the long term,” said Natasha. “It will take some of that brattiness out of her, and make her focus on what her body was made for. I might even see if I can take her off birth control, so that she gets a baby in her. Don’t you think she’d look cute with a baby belly, Jake?”
Jake could barely breathe.
“So you’re going to do exactly what I say, and in return I’ll let you have Madison, instead of giving her to some other man, understand?” said Natasha.
Jake was silent.
“Say yes, Jake,” Natasha said.
“Yes,” said Jake.
“Good,” said Natasha. “From time to time I’m going to send you nude videos of Madison. Each time you get one, you’re going to make me a little video of you masturbating to it, where you call Madison a slut or a bitch or anything else that degrades or objectifies her. Be creative. And then you’re going to share the video with another guy. One of your friends maybe. I don’t care who. Just help another man to masturbate to Madison’s naked body without her consent, that’s all.”
“I can’t do that,” said Jake.
“Yes, you can,” said Natasha. “Or else I’ll post the videos on the internet, and the whole world can masturbate to her. Really, you’ll be being quite heroic by stopping that from happening. You’ll be doing her a favour. Can you do that, Jake?”
There was only one thing he could answer.
“Yes,” he said.
Natasha smiled. “Good. Now, tell me how you’d like to rape my daughter, and then I’ll drive you home.”
Jake thought. “I’d like to… slap her, and then push her down and rip off her clothes, and then… fuck her unprotected cunt while she cries.”
Natasha laughed. “Perfect!” she said.
And she drove him the rest of the way home in silence.
And all the while, Jake’s mind was working overtime, trying to work out how to escape the cruel trap he had been placed in – and understand why Natasha was behaving this way to begin with.
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