Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Ch 1-17 Complete)
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma Chapters 1-4
By: Hooked6
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 1
I could hear them . . . ALL of them . . . chatting away in the next room . . . dozens of my teenage son’s classmates were waiting and so was his teacher. I guess you could say most parents dread dealing with their son’s teacher’s or pretty much anything related to school. The only difference between me and most other parents is that I’m standing here in the next room wearing only . . . wearing only . . . OMG!!
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. I guess I should start at the beginning. Some months ago, I started taking an interest in erotic stories, perhaps to fill a void somehow in my own life or maybe just to live vicariously through the characters taking all these risks in the land of someone’s imagination. It was fun and harmless and my husband got all the benefits of a very horny wife when he returned home from work. Our sex life was never better.
Well, one thing led to another and I began corresponding with some of the authors of these stories. I was just giving feedback at first telling them what I liked and disliked about their stories but things soon escalated to some harmless role playing – you know pretending online with the author that I was a character in one of the stories, trying out new plots or, what was most common, roleplaying about being blackmailed to do things that were most daring and naughty. It was all in fun and just harmless fantasizing. Then I really screwed up. I sent a risqué picture of myself to a few authors that I felt comfortable with. They were appreciative and very complimentary so I sent a few more until eventually I was sending naked and very sensual pictures of my body. Still, it was all fun and games and nothing ever really happened. It seemed like it was a win-win situation for everyone. I got my erotic foreplay before my husband got home and they got some inspiration for more stories. I was also very careful in deciding upon the select few people that I did this with.
That all came crashing down when my 16-year-old son came barging into the bathroom off the Master Bedroom one day while I was taking my shower.
“Jason! What are you doing?! Get out of here.” I said as I instinctively drew closer to the shower curtain to be certain of screening myself from even his accidental gaze.
There was a long silent pause before he eventually left the room. He offered no excuse for his actions, no plausible reason for his being there. This was so out of character for him I wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him. Luckily, he didn’t really see anything – at least I don’t think he did as I just heard him entering the room. I eventually just chalked it up to a boy’s natural curiosity about the opposite sex. He was at that age after all. I smiled a bit at the thought that to satisfy that curiosity he was trying to sneak a peek at his mom. I still AM rather sexy I told myself as I looked at my body in the mirror as I was drying off – a veritable MILF I think the expression goes. I had him when I was rather young – too young in fact - so that even though he was 16 now I was only a “young” 32.
I dropped the towel and took in the sight of my figure in the mirror once last time before heading out into my bedroom to get dressed before my husband came home. It had been one of those days spent on the computer role playing with one of my author friends and I was randy as hell and ready for my hubby to get home! I wanted to be fresh and alluring, hence the late afternoon shower. “Yes, I‘ve still got it!” I said aloud, “and then some!”
Hanging up the wet bath towel to dry on the rack on the wall, I walked out into my bedroom naked trying to decide on just what to wear to put my husband in the mood after his long day at work when I came face to face with my teenage son sitting on my bed!
“JASON!!” I exclaimed wildly as I instinctively ran back into the bathroom and grabbed the towel that I had wrapped around my hair. “What’s the idea barging in me while I was taking a shower and then making yourself at home in my bedroom unannounced?” My son just looked at me with a weird, almost serious expression on his face as he sat motionless on the bed. I finished tucking the towel into itself making sure that I was decent and then stood there waiting for an answer. Curiosity or not, his bold actions were not going to go unchallenged.
My son continued to stare at me with that almost expressionless look on his face. Then it hit me. “Honey, is something wrong?” I asked as I sat next to him. Perhaps my super-charged hormones theory had led me down the wrong path and maybe it wasn’t “natural curiosity” that led to these events. Maybe he was in trouble and really needed my help right away and didn’t exactly know how to tell me. I put my arm around him and gave him a motherly hug. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. It’s okay, sweetie, you can tell me. What’s wrong?”
His reaction shocked me all the more. “Cut the crap, mom . . . I know.”
I was so startled by the tone of his voice that I jumped back a bit and moved away from him on the edge of the bed. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Listen, son, I don’t know what bug crawled up your behind, but you can’t talk to me like that. I’m your mother. Now apologize to me this instant.” I said as I got up off the bed to assert my authority over him by placing him at a disadvantage by forcing him to look to me as I stood over him.
“APOLOGIZE . . . SERIOUSLY?”
I put my hands on my hips and continued, “Yes You! Either you apologize to me now or your father will deal with this when he gets home.”
“Good, then he can deal with these as well,” my son said as he held up his Smartphone. On the screen was a naked picture of me –a Selfie that I had taken and sent to one of my author friends. There was no mistaking the fact that it was me as my face was clearly visible . . . along with all the essential intimate parts of my body. I was shocked and also VERY embarrassed!
“What . . . how . . .” I stammered as I cleared my throat. “Where did you get that?” My heart was pounding and I really need to sit down but I dared not move. My mind was racing to try and think of an excuse for the photo he was holding up to me.
I couldn’t believe that he had that image on his phone. All sorts of thoughts ran through my brain. Did one of my author buddies betray me? Was one of those guys someone I knew and didn’t know it? Why would one of them send such a thing to my son? I hadn’t done anything to make any of them mad. I was beginning to get so angry at all of those guys. How could they DO such a thing?
Jason began sliding his finger across the screen advancing photo after compromising photo of me in all sorts of humiliating poses. There was even one of me lying on the bed with my fingers touching my . . .
“Interesting collection of photos you’ve got there eh, mother dearest?”
“Jason . . . I can explain . . .” I sputtered instinctively knowing that there was really no way in hell I could adequately explain all those photos to a 16-year-old boy. “Just WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he snidely asked.
I decided to try intimidation and changed the tone of my voice to one of being firm and confident. “Yes, I would as a matter of fact. Those were pictures that I took to share with your father. Those are private and I am ashamed of you for snooping through our private stuff.”
“Oh, so if I showed them to him tonight, he’ll recognize them right away and be upset with ME for snooping?”
“That’s right. He knows all about these and boy will you get it if he finds out that you stole these.”
“You crack me up, mom. He hasn’t ever seen these photos and you had no intention of ever showing them to him. I found them in a hidden folder on the computer marked ‘Role-Playing Photos.’ I dug a little deeper and also found hidden text files of your fun that you thought you deleted after playing with your men-friends online. You know, mom, even though you delete stuff it can still recovered if you know how. YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO IS ASHAMED.”
I began to feel faint. He knew way more than I thought. If he had read some of those conversations that I had had with those guys he knew WAY more about me than even my husband did! I began to blush and get nauseated all at the same time. In those sessions I had shared ALL of my deepest and most secret fantasies. I’d just die if my husband learned of all this.
“Jason, you CAN’T tell your father about this. You’d be wrecking our entire family! I know this seems bad to you but you’re young and you just don’t understand things in life yet – not as much as you think you do, anyway. You see . . .”
“I’LL be the one wrecking the family? I think YOU are the one that already wrecked the family.”
“That’s not fair!” I exclaimed and then thought better of challenging him outright. I had to play it smooth and use my head. I calmly sat down next to him again and continued in a softer voice, “Listen, son, there’s no need to be upset by all of this. This actually isn’t a bad thing. Your father . . .”
“My father will dump you so fast you won’t know what happened.”
“Jason, please, let me explain.”
My son then stood up and smiled as he began using his thumbs on the screen of his phone.
“Jason, what are you doing?”
“Just sending these photos and a text to dad . . .”
“NO!” I screamed as I lunged for his phone but he was too quick for me.
“Of course, we COULD work out a compromise . . . if you were so inclined.”
I immediately froze dead in my tracks. “What SORT of compromise?”
My son walked around the room looking at me and then at his phone. “Let’s just say that I think that withholding this information from dad will upset my conscience. I have to live with myself you know and I DO have morals. So, I figure that maybe there may be a few things that you could do that might ease the burden of my nagging scruples day in and day out.”
I swallowed nervously, “Um . . . like what might that be?”
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 2
Jason smiled as he kept looking and manipulating the screen of his phone. “You know mom, these are some pretty hot photos!”
“Will you please stop LOOKING at those? They weren’t meant for you.” I said as I tightened the grip I had on the towel I had wrapped around my body.
“Why? They’re pretty awesome poses. I rather like . . .”
“Because it’s embarrassing, that’s why!” I couldn’t believe my own son was looking at naked photos of his own mother! I wanted to die! I needed to distract him away from those photos in a hurry. “Now what’s this compromise that you want to work out?”
“Well . . .” he said looking me right in the eye. “I think things need to change around here. I mean I’m almost a grown man and I still get treated like a kid sometimes. I think I should have a greater say in what I get to do around here.”
“Sounds reasonable . . .”
“For example, even though tonight’s a school night I want to go to the movies with my friends.”
“Okay . . .”
“And I’ll need to borrow your car.”
“That would be alright, I suppose . . .”
“And fifty bucks as I want to treat my friends too.”
“FIFTY DOLLARS?!” I exclaimed. He then began tapping at his phone in earnest so I quickly added, “OKAY, okay, I’ll try and dig up fifty dollars. Now will you delete those photos and let this whole thing drop?”
“Oh mom, you’re such a kidder. This is only the beginning. I’ll reserve telling you what else I want until tomorrow. I just need you to agree right now that you will cooperate and give me whatever I want. Now don’t begin to panic. I promise that I won’t be insisting on you letting me do things that will affect my grades or ask you permission to do drugs or even ask you to buy me alcohol. You raised me better than that. But I WILL be asking you for things that will make me happy – just to ease my conscience, you know. After all, it IS a terrible burden to bear keeping your depraved secret from dad so I’ll need something to keep me from getting depressed.”
I sighed. What choice did I have? I was facing a true dilemma. I couldn’t just let my son run amuck and I certainly couldn’t let my husband learn of the things I had been doing either. Some choice I had to make! Jason WAS a good son so I guess he had a point and it was a small price to pay to get out of this terrible situation that I had gotten myself into. “Okay, I promise. I trust you and you’ll have to trust me. I’ll go along with your requests but YOU have to promise me that if ‘I go along with this you will NEVER send these photos to your father or even MENTION the files that you found.”
Jason laughed, “You just do as I ask and we’ll get along fine. Now, where’s my fifty bucks and the keys to the car.”
My son was out of the house in no time after getting his “hush money.”
I was a nervous wreck all through dinner as I had to lie to my husband about where our son was – “studying with some classmates at the library,” I told him. The rest of the night was uneventful and my son returned home at a decent hour – later than his normal school night curfew but not so late as to arouse my husband’s suspicions. Needless to say, I didn’t get very much sleep the entire night wondering about how this would all play out.
My husband had an early appointment the next day so he was out of the house right after I made his breakfast. My son seemed his normal self too and acted as if nothing had happened the previous day. Perhaps that was the end of it, I said to myself. His conversations were the normal three- or four-word variety of a typical teenager – “What’s for breakfast?” and “You fixed eggs again?” and “What about French Toast.” So far so good, I thought.
He was about to leave to catch his bus when he stopped at the door and said in a rather pleasant tone, “Mom, I’ll need you to pick me up after school today. I need to use the Media Center for a little while so I’ll probably miss the bus.”
“Sure Sweetie,” I replied. We arranged a time and I handed him his things and he walked out the door. I was about to head upstairs to try and make up for some lost sleep when the front door suddenly opened again. My son quickly stuck in his head and said, “Oh and mom . . .”
“Yes?”
“When you pick me up this afternoon, just wear that towel you were wearing yesterday.”
“WHAT?!”
“You heard me. I want you to wear that towel you had wrapped around yourself yesterday – AND NOTHING ELSE. Not a clean towel or a towel that looks something like it but that EXACT SAME TOWEL. Gotta run . . .”
“WAIT A MINUTE!! You can’t be serious!”
“Dead serious mom . . . unless you want me to send these photos to dad along with those Chat files of yours,” he said as he waved his phone in the air as he slammed the door.
“But . . . but . . .” I said to an empty room. “I can’t!”
The full realization of the dilemma I found myself in was starting to hit home. I was being blackmailed by my own son. Yesterday, the things he wanted from me in exchange for keeping my secret seemed reasonable and I was glad to comply, but this . . . THIS was insane. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why he wanted me to pick him up wearing just a towel unless it was just to humiliate me; and why that particular towel? What was so special about THAT towel, anyway?
I pictured myself driving up to the school naked except for a short bath towel . . . suddenly a light bulb went off in my head - short bath towel? I suddenly realized why he wanted that particular towel – it wasn’t one of the longer, high thread-count, luxurious towels that I normally reserved for guests and special occasions. It was just a plain old, and I mean OLD bath towel that should have been discarded a long time ago. I am somewhat frugal as a rule so I tended to hang onto things until their usefulness was clearly over. I was beginning to regret that tried-and-true homemaker quality of mine.
Surely, he was just kidding me. I mean perhaps he was just trying to get my goat and drive home the point that I did something stupid and the consequences of my actions could have been a lot worse. “Okay, Jason, you made your point. It’ll never happen again,” I said imagining myself talking to him as if he were in the room with me.
But what if he was serious? The very thought of him sending those photos to my husband was too horrible to even contemplate. I just couldn’t take the chance. Maybe he was just testing me? Perhaps he only wanted to see if I’d take him seriously. Surely, he wasn’t the sort to make me do anything to get into deeper trouble like getting arrested on the school grounds. Perhaps he was just making the point that he could do terribly embarrassing things to me if I didn’t let him do want he really wanted like hang out with his friends more and allow him more liberty without so much parental supervision.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I said aloud as headed upstairs to try and get some sleep. I told myself that MUST be it as the time he set to pick him up was well after the majority of kids would be gone and only the athletes at practice and a few nerds would be hanging about at that hour.
I felt better about things after realizing that he was still my son and as crazy and screwed as this situation was, he was still a good boy.
About an hour before the appointed time, I decided to take a quick shower and fix my hair. As I reached for a towel after my shower it hit me! I was about to drive out in public wearing just a towel! Surely, I must be insane! I couldn’t do it. I had never so much as worn a revealing bikini in public before. I was a conservative woman, for Pete’s sakes. There was no way I was going to do this.
I dried myself off and put on a conventional summer dress and headed for the door. I rehearsed what I was going to say to explain to my son why I didn’t follow his directions – I thought he was only kidding or that it was just too risky to do what he wanted at a public school. Surely, he’d understand.
I confidently walked out the door and was about to close it when I had a change of heart and ran upstairs and retrieved the worn-out towel and once again headed towards my car. I figured that I could always drive across town fully dressed and if I DID chicken out, I could change into the towel somewhere along the way. I was early enough that I could always do a drive by at the school first just to check things out.
Not wanting to waste another moment I got into my automobile and drove off to pick up my son.
But what if he WAS serious?
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 3
I drove past the school parking lot and to my surprise it was indeed fairly empty. On the entire trip over I worried that Jason would have invited dozens of his friends to greet me as I made my arrival and there was no telling what would have happened after that. Seeing that the parking lot was fairly empty was reassuring indeed. Just to be certain, however, I went around the block a couple more times just to confirm my impression and each time I returned, the lot seemed empty and fairly quiet.
Now I had a decision to make – do as he instructed me to do and arrive in just a towel or take my chances, defy his request and pick him up in my clothes. My mind was a jumble with thoughts about the outcome of each decision. I needed more time to think but I really didn’t have that luxury as time was running out. It was already a couple minutes past the designated hour that we had agreed upon.
It was against my better judgment but I decided to trust my motherly instincts and have a little faith in my son. I just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with and pissing him off wasn’t the way to achieve that goal. I sped up and went around the neighborhood until I came to the parking lot for the Thrift store, which fortunately, was closed on Wednesdays. I hurriedly pulled off my sundress and wrapped the old towel around me. Looking down at myself I figured that my bra and panties would be hidden if I just lowered my bra straps off my shoulders. That way he’d never really know and I’d have a little security if things went wrong. Sure enough, after lowering the straps, it looked natural so I put my car in reverse and was about to back out when a wave of panic drew over me. What if he was serious? I was growing tired of that question popping into my head every few minutes! If he confronted me even a little bit he’d find out I was challenging him by wearing underwear. After all, I had gone this far. Was it really worth it to risk everything and besides I was out of time. I quickly unhooked my bra and slipped off my panties and covered my now naked self with the old worn-out towel.
My Gosh, it was short! Sitting there in the driver’s seat I realized that the bottom of the towel was WAY up my thigh and if I raised my leg to step on the brakes or shifted my posture even the least little bit, I’d be flashing my own son! No matter how I tried to adjust the towel I was either flashing my boobs or dangerously close to flashing my labia. I was just going to have to make the best of it and hope that he wouldn’t notice. I looked at the clock on the dash and I was really late! There was nothing to do but go and pick him up.
When I arrived at the school yard, I entered the parking lot and drove to what I thought was the Media Center. After waiting a few minutes and not seeing my son I slowly cruised around the parking lot hoping to spot him among the other school buildings. Finally, I spotted him poking his head out of the Media Center door back where I originally started so once again, I made my way over to the large multi-story structure and parked in a space several feet away from the Center.
My son started walking towards the car and just as he did another boy came out from the Center and began walking with him. The two were conversing the entire time they headed in my direction. I immediately began to get very apprehensive and carefully adjusted my towel to be sure I was as covered as I could get. I decided that if the new boy asked any questions I’d tell him that I had just came from the pool at the gym – yeah, that would do it, I thought. It sounded reasonable.
No sooner than I had that thought out of my mind, my son reached the car. “Hi mom,” Jason said as he looked me over smiling as he opened the door to the backseat and got in. “This is Danny. He’s a friend of mine at school and missed his bus. I told him that it would be okay if he stayed at our house until his father picked him up after he got off work.” He then motioned for his friend to get in. “Danny, you ride shotgun since you’re my guest and I’ll ride back here.”
My heart skipped a beat as the young lad got in and sat next to me. He didn’t waste any time checking out my legs either as his eyes stayed fixated on them for quite a long time causing me to clench them together as tightly as I possibly could. “You’ll have to forgive the way I’m dressed. I just finished taking laps in the pool at the gym I belong to when I discovered I was running late so I just came as soon as I could.”
The boy giggled as he looked me over, “From the pool, huh? Gee, your hair is dry. Did you take the time to fix it before leaving and then forget to get dressed?”
There was something ominous in the tone of his voice that told me he knew more than he was letting on.
“Yes, actually, that’s why I’m late.”
“Mother . . .” Jason said in a demeaning voice, “He knows, okay?” His words cut me to the quick. What EXACTLY did he know? I wondered.
My son then leaned over and put his arms on my seatback. “And what’s with the clothes in the backseat? You disobeyed me, didn’t you? You drove over here fully dressed, didn’t you?”
I was shocked and humiliated beyond belief. How DARE he talk to me like that and what was he thinking telling his classmate all about what was going on?
“Well . . . I . . . no . . . I mean . . .”
To my horror, I saw him in the rear-view mirror holding up my panties and dangling them back and forth. “It’s a good thing these are back here with that dress otherwise I’d think that you were trying to defy me by not coming here naked under that towel like I demanded you do this morning.”
“NAKED?!” Danny said giggling, as he stared at my undergarment waving to and fro, hanging from my son’s hand. I began to blush profusely.
My son kept staring at me as if he was waiting for some kind of answer – something that by speaking I’d remove all doubt that our guest might have had about what was really going on. I knew, however, that by not saying anything, I’d only make things worse. I HAD to say SOMETHING as too much was on the line. “I wasn’t defying you,” I said politely. “You never said I had to leave the house this way. You only said I had to pick you up this way, which I did.”
What had I done? I just let my son’s friend know that Jason was in charge! How stupid could I be? I never was able to think quickly on my feet.
My son stared at me for a moment. “Well, I’ll just have to be more specific next time, won’t I? Still . . . I think you knew my intent so you’ll be punished when we get home just to be sure you don’t try and hide behind mere semantics next time.”
Punished?! I thought. What on earth was he thinking? I was his mother! What was he going to do – put me in time out?
I didn’t want to hang out in the school parking lot dressed this way any longer than I had to so I started the car and headed for home.
As I drove along my worst fears about the towel were confirmed. I couldn’t keep the damn thing covering my thighs let alone hide my kitty! Every time I used the clutch or depressed the brake pedal the bottom of the towel rode higher and higher. And, every time I looked over at Danny he was blatantly staring at my pelvis – with a huge grin I might add. I wasn’t sure how much he was actually able to see but judging from the breezy feeling between my legs, every time I raised my leg to depress the clutch, he was probably getting an eyeful!
Danny never asked any questions or said anything out of line. Basically, he seemed like a polite teenager but the ominous silence made me nervous.
Upon reaching home I discovered I had another problem – my next-door neighbor was in her yard working on her flower bed. I just knew, being the nosey type, that she’d make a big deal out of me driving home wearing a towel. My only hope was to just act like it was no big deal – even though for me it WAS a big deal - and hope that she didn’t notice.
I parked the car in the driveway and Danny opened his door and got out. My son waited in the back seat looking at my neighbor and then back at me. I was hoping he’d have a change of heart and let me drive around the block and put my clothes back on so as not to have to make the walk of shame to my door in this worn-out bath towel.
“Well . . .?” he asked impatiently. “Danny doesn’t have a key to our house, you know. Let’s go.”
I nervously looked at him, almost pleading with my eyes to somehow relent but I could see in his that he was enjoying my predicament. As far as he was concerned things couldn’t have worked out better.
Grabbing the keys from the ignition, I opened my door and started quickly walking towards my front door – walking, not running. I saw out of the corner of my eye my nosey neighbor look up from her gardening.
“Hi, Kelly, been to the beach?”
“Yeah . . .” I nervously replied and continued my trek. I had just reached the porch and started looking for the house key when my son joined Danny and me on the stoop. I was so shaken by being outside dressed as I was – knowing that I didn’t have a thing on underneath my relatively short towel – I had a hard time finding the right key.
Just when I located the key to the front door, my son yanked the towel off my body leaving me completely naked and exposed!
I screamed and dropped my key ring on the ground as the two boys stood there laughing their fool heads off.
“Kelly, are you alright?” I heard my neighbor ask from around the corner of my porch.
"YES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I'm fine. Just stay where you are, nothing to worry about!"
OMG!!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 4
OMG! I was standing completed naked on my front porch – my backside facing the street as I heard a car drive past the house behind me! I had no idea whether whoever was in the car saw me or not but the thought was terrifying. The two boys were standing next to me laughing as I immediately recovered my senses and quickly bent over to retrieve the key ring that I had dropped in all the excitement. Once again, I started to fumble as I searched for the correct key.
“Here, let me help you with that,” my son said as he grabbed hold of the collection of keys in my hand.
Even though I was in panic mode, I held fast and tried to wrestle the ring away from his grasp. I knew that if he got control of it, I’d most likely be stranded outside naked for some time as I was sure he’d think of a million reasons NOT to unlock the door! “I’VE GOT IT!” I said emphatically. With one forceful pull I managed to get total control of the keys and resumed my search for the house key!
“Kelly, what’s going on over there?” I heard my nosey neighbor ask, her voice drawing closer as she was speaking. I then heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the grass heading my way! She was coming over to check on me! That’s ALL I needed – for her to catch me like this. “Where is that gosh-darned key?” I muttered desperately to myself.
Finally, I got the lock to turn with the latest key I had used and managed to open the door. I bolted through the entrance just as I heard my neighbor right behind me say, “Hi Jason, what happened to your mother? I thought I heard her scream.”
As I cowered out of sight behind the door, I heard the two boys laughing all the more. “Oh, she ran inside. She had a little accident, that’s all. She’s okay.”
“Accident, huh?” my neighbor said giggling. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that towel on the floor, would it?”
THE TOWEL!! It was still on the porch!! DAMN IT! In my haste to get out of sight I had forgotten all about it. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what my little accident was!
“Well, I’m glad she’s alright. Tell your mom to drop by for coffee sometime. I’d love to chat.”
I’ll BET she would, I muttered to myself! That’s all I needed. This whole incident will be all over my neighborhood by morning.
“Okay, Mrs. Harding. I’ll tell her,” my son replied as he entered the house. “Bye.”
I could still hear my neighbor giggling as she walked away! I was still hiding behind the door when I saw the two boys enter the house. “Well, close the door, mom. You can’t stand there all day,” Jason instructed.
I just peered at him from my hiding place not believing what I had just heard. It was bad enough giving this boy Danny a quick peek at my body but did my son really want me to expose myself completely to both of them?!
“Could you hand me my towel, please?”
“Aw mom, you’re such a kidder.” Jason then turned to his friend and said, “She’s always acting like she’s embarrassed. Instead of being a professional model, she really should have been an actress.”
A professional Model? Is THAT the story that my son told his friend, that I was some type of professional model? I looked at my son for any type of clue but all I saw was a serious expression. There was no telling what this boy, Danny, knew or surmised about my son’s strange control over me, I could, of course, try and deny things but Danny had already seen firsthand the type of power Jason commanded over his mother by making me show up at school wearing a towel.
“Come on, get out here. You still have your punishment to go through. I’ll not have you disobeying my instructions.”
Well, there went any pretext that I could come up with to explain things. I wanted to shout at my son but, out of necessity, the front door was still wide open as I was using it to shield myself from the two boys. It was still quite possible that my nosey neighbor was still lurking about outside somewhere listening to the whole thing. Still, I couldn’t just keep silent nor could I just walk out from my hiding place exposing myself either.
“Jason . . .” I pleaded, “This has gone far enough. Now you boys leave and go do your homework or something and I’ll get dressed.”
“Okay, mom,” my son said politely. To say I was a bit surprised would be an understatement. Perhaps he was just having a little fun at my expense and that he was willing to accept my limits. I let out a sigh of relief! He was really a good boy, I thought to myself.
Then I saw him reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of folded paper. “Hand this to my mom, will you Danny?”
“Sure thing,” the boy said taking the paper from my son and heading towards the door I was hiding behind. I instinctively pulled the door as close to me as I could and carefully reached out and took the paper from his hand. I could tell he was desperate to try and sneak a peek at me but to his credit he just stood his ground and waited.
“What’s this?” I asked my son as I unfolded the paper I had just received.
“Read it.”
I looked at the paper. It was a list of names and email addresses: “Mrs. Tompkins, Mr. Abernathy, Charles Edwards, the Principal of the school, Clarissa Simpson, Pastor Jacobs . . .” There must have been 35 names on that list along with their email addresses. It was then I began to realize just who all these people were – they were all neighbors, people I knew in the community – important people at that - as well as even people that worked with my husband!
My son began waving his phone in the air. “With just one push of this button ALL your pictures and your role-playing chat notes will be sent to this entire list. I’ve already programmed it in and it’s ready to go.”
“You wouldn’t . . . you couldn’t!”
“You leave me no choice. It’s a tough burden to carry – that thing you want me to do – and I’m not sure I can go through with it without some . . .”
“I get it. Just hold on let’s talk about this.” I couldn’t believe that this boy Danny was witnessing all this and that I was having this conversation in front of him – and possibly my nosey neighbor, but there wasn’t time to do this any other way. My son looked resigned to do what he said he was going to do.”
“Too late, mom, I’m tired of messing about. We already talked about this.” With that he held his phone in front of him and pointed his finger at the screen! He was going to actually do it!!
“NO!!!” I screamed as I stepped out from behind the door exposing myself to the two of them. “I’m out – see? I’m doing what you said!” I then quickly slammed the door closed before anyone else saw me!
My son looked up from his phone and I saw him looking at me moving his head up and down my body. I looked over at Danny and his mouth was wide open in shock! What had I done?
“That’s better,” Jason said, “But I warn you I’ll not be so forgiving if you defy me again. I expect you to do what I want, when I want, without complaint or hesitation or I will definitely send this on, understand?”
I nodded my head meekly and looked at the floor.
“Now, about that punishment I talked about before. I WAS going to do something trivial like make you stand in the corner for a while and think about what you had done but NOW I think you deserve something worse – just so that you’ll learn that misbehavior, no matter how unintentional it may be - has consequences. After all, you’re always telling me that I can pick my sins but not the consequences, so I think that wisdom should also apply to you, right?”
Again, I just nodded my head. What else could I do?
Jason rubbed his chin as if he was thinking things over for a few moments as Danny just kept looking at my body. The poor boy was giving me the impression that he had never seen a naked woman before and I began to feel oddly sorry for him in some way. I’ve heard it said that boys never forget the first naked girl that they had ever seen – much like girls never forget their first love. I guess the image of my body will be stuck in that boy’s head for the rest of his life! I had to stifle a little smile at that thought, hoping that Jason wouldn’t see it and mistake it for me taking this situation lightly.
Suddenly the silence was broken by my son. “I think 20 will do, don’t you Danny?”
The boy immediately nodded his head – a bit enthusiastically I thought.
“Twenty what,” I asked a bit confused, “twenty dollars?”
“No, twenty whacks. I think you need a spanking just like I used to get when I screwed up.”
“WHAT?! My own son wants to give me a spanking? That’s just sick.”
“No, I’m not going to do it – Danny is; right Danny?”
Again, the boy was violently nodding his head so hard I thought it was going to fall right off his shoulders. The boy almost ran to the desk chair and pulled it out to the center of the room and sat down.”
“Go on, mom, get over his knee.”
By: Hooked6
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 1
I could hear them . . . ALL of them . . . chatting away in the next room . . . dozens of my teenage son’s classmates were waiting and so was his teacher. I guess you could say most parents dread dealing with their son’s teacher’s or pretty much anything related to school. The only difference between me and most other parents is that I’m standing here in the next room wearing only . . . wearing only . . . OMG!!
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. I guess I should start at the beginning. Some months ago, I started taking an interest in erotic stories, perhaps to fill a void somehow in my own life or maybe just to live vicariously through the characters taking all these risks in the land of someone’s imagination. It was fun and harmless and my husband got all the benefits of a very horny wife when he returned home from work. Our sex life was never better.
Well, one thing led to another and I began corresponding with some of the authors of these stories. I was just giving feedback at first telling them what I liked and disliked about their stories but things soon escalated to some harmless role playing – you know pretending online with the author that I was a character in one of the stories, trying out new plots or, what was most common, roleplaying about being blackmailed to do things that were most daring and naughty. It was all in fun and just harmless fantasizing. Then I really screwed up. I sent a risqué picture of myself to a few authors that I felt comfortable with. They were appreciative and very complimentary so I sent a few more until eventually I was sending naked and very sensual pictures of my body. Still, it was all fun and games and nothing ever really happened. It seemed like it was a win-win situation for everyone. I got my erotic foreplay before my husband got home and they got some inspiration for more stories. I was also very careful in deciding upon the select few people that I did this with.
That all came crashing down when my 16-year-old son came barging into the bathroom off the Master Bedroom one day while I was taking my shower.
“Jason! What are you doing?! Get out of here.” I said as I instinctively drew closer to the shower curtain to be certain of screening myself from even his accidental gaze.
There was a long silent pause before he eventually left the room. He offered no excuse for his actions, no plausible reason for his being there. This was so out of character for him I wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him. Luckily, he didn’t really see anything – at least I don’t think he did as I just heard him entering the room. I eventually just chalked it up to a boy’s natural curiosity about the opposite sex. He was at that age after all. I smiled a bit at the thought that to satisfy that curiosity he was trying to sneak a peek at his mom. I still AM rather sexy I told myself as I looked at my body in the mirror as I was drying off – a veritable MILF I think the expression goes. I had him when I was rather young – too young in fact - so that even though he was 16 now I was only a “young” 32.
I dropped the towel and took in the sight of my figure in the mirror once last time before heading out into my bedroom to get dressed before my husband came home. It had been one of those days spent on the computer role playing with one of my author friends and I was randy as hell and ready for my hubby to get home! I wanted to be fresh and alluring, hence the late afternoon shower. “Yes, I‘ve still got it!” I said aloud, “and then some!”
Hanging up the wet bath towel to dry on the rack on the wall, I walked out into my bedroom naked trying to decide on just what to wear to put my husband in the mood after his long day at work when I came face to face with my teenage son sitting on my bed!
“JASON!!” I exclaimed wildly as I instinctively ran back into the bathroom and grabbed the towel that I had wrapped around my hair. “What’s the idea barging in me while I was taking a shower and then making yourself at home in my bedroom unannounced?” My son just looked at me with a weird, almost serious expression on his face as he sat motionless on the bed. I finished tucking the towel into itself making sure that I was decent and then stood there waiting for an answer. Curiosity or not, his bold actions were not going to go unchallenged.
My son continued to stare at me with that almost expressionless look on his face. Then it hit me. “Honey, is something wrong?” I asked as I sat next to him. Perhaps my super-charged hormones theory had led me down the wrong path and maybe it wasn’t “natural curiosity” that led to these events. Maybe he was in trouble and really needed my help right away and didn’t exactly know how to tell me. I put my arm around him and gave him a motherly hug. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. It’s okay, sweetie, you can tell me. What’s wrong?”
His reaction shocked me all the more. “Cut the crap, mom . . . I know.”
I was so startled by the tone of his voice that I jumped back a bit and moved away from him on the edge of the bed. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Listen, son, I don’t know what bug crawled up your behind, but you can’t talk to me like that. I’m your mother. Now apologize to me this instant.” I said as I got up off the bed to assert my authority over him by placing him at a disadvantage by forcing him to look to me as I stood over him.
“APOLOGIZE . . . SERIOUSLY?”
I put my hands on my hips and continued, “Yes You! Either you apologize to me now or your father will deal with this when he gets home.”
“Good, then he can deal with these as well,” my son said as he held up his Smartphone. On the screen was a naked picture of me –a Selfie that I had taken and sent to one of my author friends. There was no mistaking the fact that it was me as my face was clearly visible . . . along with all the essential intimate parts of my body. I was shocked and also VERY embarrassed!
“What . . . how . . .” I stammered as I cleared my throat. “Where did you get that?” My heart was pounding and I really need to sit down but I dared not move. My mind was racing to try and think of an excuse for the photo he was holding up to me.
I couldn’t believe that he had that image on his phone. All sorts of thoughts ran through my brain. Did one of my author buddies betray me? Was one of those guys someone I knew and didn’t know it? Why would one of them send such a thing to my son? I hadn’t done anything to make any of them mad. I was beginning to get so angry at all of those guys. How could they DO such a thing?
Jason began sliding his finger across the screen advancing photo after compromising photo of me in all sorts of humiliating poses. There was even one of me lying on the bed with my fingers touching my . . .
“Interesting collection of photos you’ve got there eh, mother dearest?”
“Jason . . . I can explain . . .” I sputtered instinctively knowing that there was really no way in hell I could adequately explain all those photos to a 16-year-old boy. “Just WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he snidely asked.
I decided to try intimidation and changed the tone of my voice to one of being firm and confident. “Yes, I would as a matter of fact. Those were pictures that I took to share with your father. Those are private and I am ashamed of you for snooping through our private stuff.”
“Oh, so if I showed them to him tonight, he’ll recognize them right away and be upset with ME for snooping?”
“That’s right. He knows all about these and boy will you get it if he finds out that you stole these.”
“You crack me up, mom. He hasn’t ever seen these photos and you had no intention of ever showing them to him. I found them in a hidden folder on the computer marked ‘Role-Playing Photos.’ I dug a little deeper and also found hidden text files of your fun that you thought you deleted after playing with your men-friends online. You know, mom, even though you delete stuff it can still recovered if you know how. YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO IS ASHAMED.”
I began to feel faint. He knew way more than I thought. If he had read some of those conversations that I had had with those guys he knew WAY more about me than even my husband did! I began to blush and get nauseated all at the same time. In those sessions I had shared ALL of my deepest and most secret fantasies. I’d just die if my husband learned of all this.
“Jason, you CAN’T tell your father about this. You’d be wrecking our entire family! I know this seems bad to you but you’re young and you just don’t understand things in life yet – not as much as you think you do, anyway. You see . . .”
“I’LL be the one wrecking the family? I think YOU are the one that already wrecked the family.”
“That’s not fair!” I exclaimed and then thought better of challenging him outright. I had to play it smooth and use my head. I calmly sat down next to him again and continued in a softer voice, “Listen, son, there’s no need to be upset by all of this. This actually isn’t a bad thing. Your father . . .”
“My father will dump you so fast you won’t know what happened.”
“Jason, please, let me explain.”
My son then stood up and smiled as he began using his thumbs on the screen of his phone.
“Jason, what are you doing?”
“Just sending these photos and a text to dad . . .”
“NO!” I screamed as I lunged for his phone but he was too quick for me.
“Of course, we COULD work out a compromise . . . if you were so inclined.”
I immediately froze dead in my tracks. “What SORT of compromise?”
My son walked around the room looking at me and then at his phone. “Let’s just say that I think that withholding this information from dad will upset my conscience. I have to live with myself you know and I DO have morals. So, I figure that maybe there may be a few things that you could do that might ease the burden of my nagging scruples day in and day out.”
I swallowed nervously, “Um . . . like what might that be?”
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 2
Jason smiled as he kept looking and manipulating the screen of his phone. “You know mom, these are some pretty hot photos!”
“Will you please stop LOOKING at those? They weren’t meant for you.” I said as I tightened the grip I had on the towel I had wrapped around my body.
“Why? They’re pretty awesome poses. I rather like . . .”
“Because it’s embarrassing, that’s why!” I couldn’t believe my own son was looking at naked photos of his own mother! I wanted to die! I needed to distract him away from those photos in a hurry. “Now what’s this compromise that you want to work out?”
“Well . . .” he said looking me right in the eye. “I think things need to change around here. I mean I’m almost a grown man and I still get treated like a kid sometimes. I think I should have a greater say in what I get to do around here.”
“Sounds reasonable . . .”
“For example, even though tonight’s a school night I want to go to the movies with my friends.”
“Okay . . .”
“And I’ll need to borrow your car.”
“That would be alright, I suppose . . .”
“And fifty bucks as I want to treat my friends too.”
“FIFTY DOLLARS?!” I exclaimed. He then began tapping at his phone in earnest so I quickly added, “OKAY, okay, I’ll try and dig up fifty dollars. Now will you delete those photos and let this whole thing drop?”
“Oh mom, you’re such a kidder. This is only the beginning. I’ll reserve telling you what else I want until tomorrow. I just need you to agree right now that you will cooperate and give me whatever I want. Now don’t begin to panic. I promise that I won’t be insisting on you letting me do things that will affect my grades or ask you permission to do drugs or even ask you to buy me alcohol. You raised me better than that. But I WILL be asking you for things that will make me happy – just to ease my conscience, you know. After all, it IS a terrible burden to bear keeping your depraved secret from dad so I’ll need something to keep me from getting depressed.”
I sighed. What choice did I have? I was facing a true dilemma. I couldn’t just let my son run amuck and I certainly couldn’t let my husband learn of the things I had been doing either. Some choice I had to make! Jason WAS a good son so I guess he had a point and it was a small price to pay to get out of this terrible situation that I had gotten myself into. “Okay, I promise. I trust you and you’ll have to trust me. I’ll go along with your requests but YOU have to promise me that if ‘I go along with this you will NEVER send these photos to your father or even MENTION the files that you found.”
Jason laughed, “You just do as I ask and we’ll get along fine. Now, where’s my fifty bucks and the keys to the car.”
My son was out of the house in no time after getting his “hush money.”
I was a nervous wreck all through dinner as I had to lie to my husband about where our son was – “studying with some classmates at the library,” I told him. The rest of the night was uneventful and my son returned home at a decent hour – later than his normal school night curfew but not so late as to arouse my husband’s suspicions. Needless to say, I didn’t get very much sleep the entire night wondering about how this would all play out.
My husband had an early appointment the next day so he was out of the house right after I made his breakfast. My son seemed his normal self too and acted as if nothing had happened the previous day. Perhaps that was the end of it, I said to myself. His conversations were the normal three- or four-word variety of a typical teenager – “What’s for breakfast?” and “You fixed eggs again?” and “What about French Toast.” So far so good, I thought.
He was about to leave to catch his bus when he stopped at the door and said in a rather pleasant tone, “Mom, I’ll need you to pick me up after school today. I need to use the Media Center for a little while so I’ll probably miss the bus.”
“Sure Sweetie,” I replied. We arranged a time and I handed him his things and he walked out the door. I was about to head upstairs to try and make up for some lost sleep when the front door suddenly opened again. My son quickly stuck in his head and said, “Oh and mom . . .”
“Yes?”
“When you pick me up this afternoon, just wear that towel you were wearing yesterday.”
“WHAT?!”
“You heard me. I want you to wear that towel you had wrapped around yourself yesterday – AND NOTHING ELSE. Not a clean towel or a towel that looks something like it but that EXACT SAME TOWEL. Gotta run . . .”
“WAIT A MINUTE!! You can’t be serious!”
“Dead serious mom . . . unless you want me to send these photos to dad along with those Chat files of yours,” he said as he waved his phone in the air as he slammed the door.
“But . . . but . . .” I said to an empty room. “I can’t!”
The full realization of the dilemma I found myself in was starting to hit home. I was being blackmailed by my own son. Yesterday, the things he wanted from me in exchange for keeping my secret seemed reasonable and I was glad to comply, but this . . . THIS was insane. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why he wanted me to pick him up wearing just a towel unless it was just to humiliate me; and why that particular towel? What was so special about THAT towel, anyway?
I pictured myself driving up to the school naked except for a short bath towel . . . suddenly a light bulb went off in my head - short bath towel? I suddenly realized why he wanted that particular towel – it wasn’t one of the longer, high thread-count, luxurious towels that I normally reserved for guests and special occasions. It was just a plain old, and I mean OLD bath towel that should have been discarded a long time ago. I am somewhat frugal as a rule so I tended to hang onto things until their usefulness was clearly over. I was beginning to regret that tried-and-true homemaker quality of mine.
Surely, he was just kidding me. I mean perhaps he was just trying to get my goat and drive home the point that I did something stupid and the consequences of my actions could have been a lot worse. “Okay, Jason, you made your point. It’ll never happen again,” I said imagining myself talking to him as if he were in the room with me.
But what if he was serious? The very thought of him sending those photos to my husband was too horrible to even contemplate. I just couldn’t take the chance. Maybe he was just testing me? Perhaps he only wanted to see if I’d take him seriously. Surely, he wasn’t the sort to make me do anything to get into deeper trouble like getting arrested on the school grounds. Perhaps he was just making the point that he could do terribly embarrassing things to me if I didn’t let him do want he really wanted like hang out with his friends more and allow him more liberty without so much parental supervision.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I said aloud as headed upstairs to try and get some sleep. I told myself that MUST be it as the time he set to pick him up was well after the majority of kids would be gone and only the athletes at practice and a few nerds would be hanging about at that hour.
I felt better about things after realizing that he was still my son and as crazy and screwed as this situation was, he was still a good boy.
About an hour before the appointed time, I decided to take a quick shower and fix my hair. As I reached for a towel after my shower it hit me! I was about to drive out in public wearing just a towel! Surely, I must be insane! I couldn’t do it. I had never so much as worn a revealing bikini in public before. I was a conservative woman, for Pete’s sakes. There was no way I was going to do this.
I dried myself off and put on a conventional summer dress and headed for the door. I rehearsed what I was going to say to explain to my son why I didn’t follow his directions – I thought he was only kidding or that it was just too risky to do what he wanted at a public school. Surely, he’d understand.
I confidently walked out the door and was about to close it when I had a change of heart and ran upstairs and retrieved the worn-out towel and once again headed towards my car. I figured that I could always drive across town fully dressed and if I DID chicken out, I could change into the towel somewhere along the way. I was early enough that I could always do a drive by at the school first just to check things out.
Not wanting to waste another moment I got into my automobile and drove off to pick up my son.
But what if he WAS serious?
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 3
I drove past the school parking lot and to my surprise it was indeed fairly empty. On the entire trip over I worried that Jason would have invited dozens of his friends to greet me as I made my arrival and there was no telling what would have happened after that. Seeing that the parking lot was fairly empty was reassuring indeed. Just to be certain, however, I went around the block a couple more times just to confirm my impression and each time I returned, the lot seemed empty and fairly quiet.
Now I had a decision to make – do as he instructed me to do and arrive in just a towel or take my chances, defy his request and pick him up in my clothes. My mind was a jumble with thoughts about the outcome of each decision. I needed more time to think but I really didn’t have that luxury as time was running out. It was already a couple minutes past the designated hour that we had agreed upon.
It was against my better judgment but I decided to trust my motherly instincts and have a little faith in my son. I just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with and pissing him off wasn’t the way to achieve that goal. I sped up and went around the neighborhood until I came to the parking lot for the Thrift store, which fortunately, was closed on Wednesdays. I hurriedly pulled off my sundress and wrapped the old towel around me. Looking down at myself I figured that my bra and panties would be hidden if I just lowered my bra straps off my shoulders. That way he’d never really know and I’d have a little security if things went wrong. Sure enough, after lowering the straps, it looked natural so I put my car in reverse and was about to back out when a wave of panic drew over me. What if he was serious? I was growing tired of that question popping into my head every few minutes! If he confronted me even a little bit he’d find out I was challenging him by wearing underwear. After all, I had gone this far. Was it really worth it to risk everything and besides I was out of time. I quickly unhooked my bra and slipped off my panties and covered my now naked self with the old worn-out towel.
My Gosh, it was short! Sitting there in the driver’s seat I realized that the bottom of the towel was WAY up my thigh and if I raised my leg to step on the brakes or shifted my posture even the least little bit, I’d be flashing my own son! No matter how I tried to adjust the towel I was either flashing my boobs or dangerously close to flashing my labia. I was just going to have to make the best of it and hope that he wouldn’t notice. I looked at the clock on the dash and I was really late! There was nothing to do but go and pick him up.
When I arrived at the school yard, I entered the parking lot and drove to what I thought was the Media Center. After waiting a few minutes and not seeing my son I slowly cruised around the parking lot hoping to spot him among the other school buildings. Finally, I spotted him poking his head out of the Media Center door back where I originally started so once again, I made my way over to the large multi-story structure and parked in a space several feet away from the Center.
My son started walking towards the car and just as he did another boy came out from the Center and began walking with him. The two were conversing the entire time they headed in my direction. I immediately began to get very apprehensive and carefully adjusted my towel to be sure I was as covered as I could get. I decided that if the new boy asked any questions I’d tell him that I had just came from the pool at the gym – yeah, that would do it, I thought. It sounded reasonable.
No sooner than I had that thought out of my mind, my son reached the car. “Hi mom,” Jason said as he looked me over smiling as he opened the door to the backseat and got in. “This is Danny. He’s a friend of mine at school and missed his bus. I told him that it would be okay if he stayed at our house until his father picked him up after he got off work.” He then motioned for his friend to get in. “Danny, you ride shotgun since you’re my guest and I’ll ride back here.”
My heart skipped a beat as the young lad got in and sat next to me. He didn’t waste any time checking out my legs either as his eyes stayed fixated on them for quite a long time causing me to clench them together as tightly as I possibly could. “You’ll have to forgive the way I’m dressed. I just finished taking laps in the pool at the gym I belong to when I discovered I was running late so I just came as soon as I could.”
The boy giggled as he looked me over, “From the pool, huh? Gee, your hair is dry. Did you take the time to fix it before leaving and then forget to get dressed?”
There was something ominous in the tone of his voice that told me he knew more than he was letting on.
“Yes, actually, that’s why I’m late.”
“Mother . . .” Jason said in a demeaning voice, “He knows, okay?” His words cut me to the quick. What EXACTLY did he know? I wondered.
My son then leaned over and put his arms on my seatback. “And what’s with the clothes in the backseat? You disobeyed me, didn’t you? You drove over here fully dressed, didn’t you?”
I was shocked and humiliated beyond belief. How DARE he talk to me like that and what was he thinking telling his classmate all about what was going on?
“Well . . . I . . . no . . . I mean . . .”
To my horror, I saw him in the rear-view mirror holding up my panties and dangling them back and forth. “It’s a good thing these are back here with that dress otherwise I’d think that you were trying to defy me by not coming here naked under that towel like I demanded you do this morning.”
“NAKED?!” Danny said giggling, as he stared at my undergarment waving to and fro, hanging from my son’s hand. I began to blush profusely.
My son kept staring at me as if he was waiting for some kind of answer – something that by speaking I’d remove all doubt that our guest might have had about what was really going on. I knew, however, that by not saying anything, I’d only make things worse. I HAD to say SOMETHING as too much was on the line. “I wasn’t defying you,” I said politely. “You never said I had to leave the house this way. You only said I had to pick you up this way, which I did.”
What had I done? I just let my son’s friend know that Jason was in charge! How stupid could I be? I never was able to think quickly on my feet.
My son stared at me for a moment. “Well, I’ll just have to be more specific next time, won’t I? Still . . . I think you knew my intent so you’ll be punished when we get home just to be sure you don’t try and hide behind mere semantics next time.”
Punished?! I thought. What on earth was he thinking? I was his mother! What was he going to do – put me in time out?
I didn’t want to hang out in the school parking lot dressed this way any longer than I had to so I started the car and headed for home.
As I drove along my worst fears about the towel were confirmed. I couldn’t keep the damn thing covering my thighs let alone hide my kitty! Every time I used the clutch or depressed the brake pedal the bottom of the towel rode higher and higher. And, every time I looked over at Danny he was blatantly staring at my pelvis – with a huge grin I might add. I wasn’t sure how much he was actually able to see but judging from the breezy feeling between my legs, every time I raised my leg to depress the clutch, he was probably getting an eyeful!
Danny never asked any questions or said anything out of line. Basically, he seemed like a polite teenager but the ominous silence made me nervous.
Upon reaching home I discovered I had another problem – my next-door neighbor was in her yard working on her flower bed. I just knew, being the nosey type, that she’d make a big deal out of me driving home wearing a towel. My only hope was to just act like it was no big deal – even though for me it WAS a big deal - and hope that she didn’t notice.
I parked the car in the driveway and Danny opened his door and got out. My son waited in the back seat looking at my neighbor and then back at me. I was hoping he’d have a change of heart and let me drive around the block and put my clothes back on so as not to have to make the walk of shame to my door in this worn-out bath towel.
“Well . . .?” he asked impatiently. “Danny doesn’t have a key to our house, you know. Let’s go.”
I nervously looked at him, almost pleading with my eyes to somehow relent but I could see in his that he was enjoying my predicament. As far as he was concerned things couldn’t have worked out better.
Grabbing the keys from the ignition, I opened my door and started quickly walking towards my front door – walking, not running. I saw out of the corner of my eye my nosey neighbor look up from her gardening.
“Hi, Kelly, been to the beach?”
“Yeah . . .” I nervously replied and continued my trek. I had just reached the porch and started looking for the house key when my son joined Danny and me on the stoop. I was so shaken by being outside dressed as I was – knowing that I didn’t have a thing on underneath my relatively short towel – I had a hard time finding the right key.
Just when I located the key to the front door, my son yanked the towel off my body leaving me completely naked and exposed!
I screamed and dropped my key ring on the ground as the two boys stood there laughing their fool heads off.
“Kelly, are you alright?” I heard my neighbor ask from around the corner of my porch.
"YES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I'm fine. Just stay where you are, nothing to worry about!"
OMG!!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 4
OMG! I was standing completed naked on my front porch – my backside facing the street as I heard a car drive past the house behind me! I had no idea whether whoever was in the car saw me or not but the thought was terrifying. The two boys were standing next to me laughing as I immediately recovered my senses and quickly bent over to retrieve the key ring that I had dropped in all the excitement. Once again, I started to fumble as I searched for the correct key.
“Here, let me help you with that,” my son said as he grabbed hold of the collection of keys in my hand.
Even though I was in panic mode, I held fast and tried to wrestle the ring away from his grasp. I knew that if he got control of it, I’d most likely be stranded outside naked for some time as I was sure he’d think of a million reasons NOT to unlock the door! “I’VE GOT IT!” I said emphatically. With one forceful pull I managed to get total control of the keys and resumed my search for the house key!
“Kelly, what’s going on over there?” I heard my nosey neighbor ask, her voice drawing closer as she was speaking. I then heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the grass heading my way! She was coming over to check on me! That’s ALL I needed – for her to catch me like this. “Where is that gosh-darned key?” I muttered desperately to myself.
Finally, I got the lock to turn with the latest key I had used and managed to open the door. I bolted through the entrance just as I heard my neighbor right behind me say, “Hi Jason, what happened to your mother? I thought I heard her scream.”
As I cowered out of sight behind the door, I heard the two boys laughing all the more. “Oh, she ran inside. She had a little accident, that’s all. She’s okay.”
“Accident, huh?” my neighbor said giggling. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that towel on the floor, would it?”
THE TOWEL!! It was still on the porch!! DAMN IT! In my haste to get out of sight I had forgotten all about it. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what my little accident was!
“Well, I’m glad she’s alright. Tell your mom to drop by for coffee sometime. I’d love to chat.”
I’ll BET she would, I muttered to myself! That’s all I needed. This whole incident will be all over my neighborhood by morning.
“Okay, Mrs. Harding. I’ll tell her,” my son replied as he entered the house. “Bye.”
I could still hear my neighbor giggling as she walked away! I was still hiding behind the door when I saw the two boys enter the house. “Well, close the door, mom. You can’t stand there all day,” Jason instructed.
I just peered at him from my hiding place not believing what I had just heard. It was bad enough giving this boy Danny a quick peek at my body but did my son really want me to expose myself completely to both of them?!
“Could you hand me my towel, please?”
“Aw mom, you’re such a kidder.” Jason then turned to his friend and said, “She’s always acting like she’s embarrassed. Instead of being a professional model, she really should have been an actress.”
A professional Model? Is THAT the story that my son told his friend, that I was some type of professional model? I looked at my son for any type of clue but all I saw was a serious expression. There was no telling what this boy, Danny, knew or surmised about my son’s strange control over me, I could, of course, try and deny things but Danny had already seen firsthand the type of power Jason commanded over his mother by making me show up at school wearing a towel.
“Come on, get out here. You still have your punishment to go through. I’ll not have you disobeying my instructions.”
Well, there went any pretext that I could come up with to explain things. I wanted to shout at my son but, out of necessity, the front door was still wide open as I was using it to shield myself from the two boys. It was still quite possible that my nosey neighbor was still lurking about outside somewhere listening to the whole thing. Still, I couldn’t just keep silent nor could I just walk out from my hiding place exposing myself either.
“Jason . . .” I pleaded, “This has gone far enough. Now you boys leave and go do your homework or something and I’ll get dressed.”
“Okay, mom,” my son said politely. To say I was a bit surprised would be an understatement. Perhaps he was just having a little fun at my expense and that he was willing to accept my limits. I let out a sigh of relief! He was really a good boy, I thought to myself.
Then I saw him reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of folded paper. “Hand this to my mom, will you Danny?”
“Sure thing,” the boy said taking the paper from my son and heading towards the door I was hiding behind. I instinctively pulled the door as close to me as I could and carefully reached out and took the paper from his hand. I could tell he was desperate to try and sneak a peek at me but to his credit he just stood his ground and waited.
“What’s this?” I asked my son as I unfolded the paper I had just received.
“Read it.”
I looked at the paper. It was a list of names and email addresses: “Mrs. Tompkins, Mr. Abernathy, Charles Edwards, the Principal of the school, Clarissa Simpson, Pastor Jacobs . . .” There must have been 35 names on that list along with their email addresses. It was then I began to realize just who all these people were – they were all neighbors, people I knew in the community – important people at that - as well as even people that worked with my husband!
My son began waving his phone in the air. “With just one push of this button ALL your pictures and your role-playing chat notes will be sent to this entire list. I’ve already programmed it in and it’s ready to go.”
“You wouldn’t . . . you couldn’t!”
“You leave me no choice. It’s a tough burden to carry – that thing you want me to do – and I’m not sure I can go through with it without some . . .”
“I get it. Just hold on let’s talk about this.” I couldn’t believe that this boy Danny was witnessing all this and that I was having this conversation in front of him – and possibly my nosey neighbor, but there wasn’t time to do this any other way. My son looked resigned to do what he said he was going to do.”
“Too late, mom, I’m tired of messing about. We already talked about this.” With that he held his phone in front of him and pointed his finger at the screen! He was going to actually do it!!
“NO!!!” I screamed as I stepped out from behind the door exposing myself to the two of them. “I’m out – see? I’m doing what you said!” I then quickly slammed the door closed before anyone else saw me!
My son looked up from his phone and I saw him looking at me moving his head up and down my body. I looked over at Danny and his mouth was wide open in shock! What had I done?
“That’s better,” Jason said, “But I warn you I’ll not be so forgiving if you defy me again. I expect you to do what I want, when I want, without complaint or hesitation or I will definitely send this on, understand?”
I nodded my head meekly and looked at the floor.
“Now, about that punishment I talked about before. I WAS going to do something trivial like make you stand in the corner for a while and think about what you had done but NOW I think you deserve something worse – just so that you’ll learn that misbehavior, no matter how unintentional it may be - has consequences. After all, you’re always telling me that I can pick my sins but not the consequences, so I think that wisdom should also apply to you, right?”
Again, I just nodded my head. What else could I do?
Jason rubbed his chin as if he was thinking things over for a few moments as Danny just kept looking at my body. The poor boy was giving me the impression that he had never seen a naked woman before and I began to feel oddly sorry for him in some way. I’ve heard it said that boys never forget the first naked girl that they had ever seen – much like girls never forget their first love. I guess the image of my body will be stuck in that boy’s head for the rest of his life! I had to stifle a little smile at that thought, hoping that Jason wouldn’t see it and mistake it for me taking this situation lightly.
Suddenly the silence was broken by my son. “I think 20 will do, don’t you Danny?”
The boy immediately nodded his head – a bit enthusiastically I thought.
“Twenty what,” I asked a bit confused, “twenty dollars?”
“No, twenty whacks. I think you need a spanking just like I used to get when I screwed up.”
“WHAT?! My own son wants to give me a spanking? That’s just sick.”
“No, I’m not going to do it – Danny is; right Danny?”
Again, the boy was violently nodding his head so hard I thought it was going to fall right off his shoulders. The boy almost ran to the desk chair and pulled it out to the center of the room and sat down.”
“Go on, mom, get over his knee.”
