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Petra grinned wickedly as she slipped out of Jerome’s coat closet, tucking the remote into her pocket. This had been easier than she’d thought. Clearly her mother had been ready to cheat already; she’d just needed that little push. And what a bitch she was about it, too! That poor guy!
She leaned in close to examine the aftermath. Jerome’s dick looked to be aching from the denial that apparently had been performed on it. She was tempted to stroke and suck it until he sprayed all over her mother’s back… but for the time being, him being horny would be a better plan.
It was tough not to go through with something, of course. The scene had been hot enough that she’d had a hand down the front of her slacks, and she felt almost wet enough that Jerome wouldn’t tear her apart if she mounted him. But no. She could wait. Daddy would be home soon enough.
She whistled a tune to herself as she walked out, poking at her phone, reviewing the pictures and videos she’d captured and saving them to an online archive. At some point, she would use them to turn events toward the right ending. Not yet, maybe not even soon, but eventually.
Time, after all, was on her side.

Petra’s phone buzzed after she restarted time in her bedroom. She looked down at it, and found that there was a message waiting from Jeremy, the creepy kid next door. Jeremy had been stalking her pretty much since he’d bought binoculars and she’d started growing tits, but actually contacting her like a real person was new. The only reason he even had her number was that she’d once watched his parents’ cat while they were out of town.
“WE NEED 2 TALK” was the message waiting for her, and there was a picture attached. A picture that looked to be taken from Jeremy’s yard, through the window and into the kitchen… where Petra was on tiptoes, kissing her father on the lips. His hand was visibly squeezing her ass, and it was obvious that they were both very much into it.
“Fuck,” Petra muttered, deleting the picture. She sat on her bed and poked out a response, playing cautious: “Talk about what?”
It didn’t take long for another message to come across: “What U can do for me.”
Seriously? That shithead was really going to try to blackmail her? Petra ran her fingers over the remote in her pocket. “Why would I do anything for someone who makes fake photos?” she typed back at him. Not that she thought it would work, but she certainly wasn’t about to give him proof to use against her.
“Ill cum over n we can talk” was the next message. Petra growled under her breath, shoving the phone in her pocket. She was a conflicted mess of anger and eagerness; that little shit had no idea who he was messing with.

“...so anyway,” Jeremy said, fidgeting nervously, “I, uh, think that it would be bad if your mom found out, or your dad’s work, or if someone put up a picture on a power pole somewhere, y-you know?”
Petra glared at him. She’d been glaring at him, silently, for several minutes, sitting with her arms crossed in her father’s recliner. Jeremy sat on the couch, wringing his hands together as he detailed how much - or how little - he knew about Petra and Jake.
“Wow, Jeremy,” she said dryly, “I knew you were a creep. I didn’t know you were a complete asshole.”
Jeremy put up his hands, palms out. “I’m just, um, looking out for you. You know.”
Petra rolled her eyes. “Right. And I suppose you’d like some sort of ‘gratitude’ for that, yes?”
Jeremy grinned. “Something like that,” he replied.
Petra shrugged. “Alright,” she said neutrally.

Jeremy felt his eyes widen. Holy shit! he thought. It worked! He’d been wanting Petra for so many years, but she kept going out with assholes and never seemed to notice the super-nice gentleman living right next door, which was stupid because he would have totally treated her like a queen if she’d just fallen in love with him.
But of course she, like all girls, never seemed interested in nice guys. Just assholes and bad boys. So instead he’d worshipped her from afar, watching and sometimes taking pictures. He had folders on his computer dedicated to “P”, sorted into categories with names like “casual,” “excited or happy,” “leggy”, “cleavage”, “bikini”... there was even one picture in its own folder where he’d caught a glimpse of her changing by the window. It was from behind and you could almost see where her nipple would be. Jeremy felt that it was the greatest side-boob photo ever taken, and frequently opened it up when he was about to cum into whatever had become Petra at the time - usually a sock.
When he heard she’d dumped her latest lame boyfriend-slash-molester, Jeremy had been thrilled. He’d spent days working up the courage to make his move, and this was the time. His time. But then, while he was watching her - to gauge her mood, of course, he didn’t want to be a rebound guy but didn’t want to miss his chance either - he’d caught a glimpse of her kissing an older man, with her hand down the front of his pants. And then she’d pulled away, and he’d seen who it was…
Mr. Stevens was molesting his daughter. He’d brainwashed poor, perfect Petra, convinced her that she had no choice but to let him kiss her and rub his dirty dick on her fingers. Well, Jeremy could fix that, He could go to the police… but that would just fuck up Petra’s life even worse. No, he had an even better plan. And it was finally happening, for real.
First he’d make Petra do stuff with him. Then he’d make her be his girlfriend, and show her what it’s like to be in a real relationship. Then she’d start to fall in love with him, and he’d have everything he ever wanted. It sucked that he had to be mean to get it started, but once she saw what life with him was like she’d thank him.
“So what exactly do you want?” she asked, startling him out of his thoughts. “You wanna see my boobs or something?”
“That’s a start,” Jeremy said, smiling. “You could- could take off your sweater, that would be good.” He could feel his heart pounding faster, and it was hard to keep his voice from cracking.
Petra rolled her eyes at him and pulled off her sweater. It was almost not sexy the way she did it, just up and off like she was in a hurry to get changed or something. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white bra; it made her look like one of the girls in the Sears catalog.
Jeremy had seen Petra in bikinis smaller than this lots of times, but to have her here, like this, for him alone was just incredible. His dick twitched eagerly, and he let his eyes roll down and up, admiring her perfect white skin and the way her boobs pressed together inside their underwire prison.
Petra crossed her arms over her chest again, but instead of blocking the view it just enhanced the cleavage. “Satisfied?” she asked impatiently.
“Milady,” Jeremy breathed, “I’ll never be less than satisfied with- with that. Why don’t you come here and, um… feel how much satisfied I am?”
Petra glared at him. “Seriously?”
Jeremy shrugged. “Or I could go home and post some pictures to the internet of some stuff.”
Petra grumbled, plopping on the couch next to him. Her hand slapped down onto his lap with more force than he would have liked, resting motionless on his privates. “Better?”
He sighed. “Come on, Pet, why don’t-” his voice caught in his throat as pain shot through him.
“You don’t call me that” Petra growled as she squeezed his dick and balls harder through his pants. “You never, EVER call me that.”
“I’m sorry,” Jeremy wheezed. “P-Petra. I won’t call you that.”
“Good,” Petra said, mercifully releasing his junk from her grip. Her mood shifted immediately back to quietly indignant. “So look, what’s the minimum sick rape victim part you’re gonna make me play here?”
“I don’t like that word,” Jeremy replied.
“Too bad,” Petra said, smiling sweetly. It was kind of scary how her face kept changing emotionally. “I don’t want to touch you, and you probably want to make me suck your dick. That’s pretty much textbook rape.”
Jeremy sighed. “Fine. Do that, then, please. Listen, I’m never going to hurt you. You’ll enjoy this, eventually. I promise.”
“You know what?” Petra said, unzipping his pants and pulling his penis free. “You’re probably right about that.”
Jeremy stared in awe as she leaned down, that beautiful red hair obscuring his view. Pleasure rolled over him like a wave, making his whole body shiver. That’s her mouth, he thought, that’s was what her mouth feels like! He moaned, resting his hand on the warm skin of Petra’s shoulder and watching her slowly bob up and down on him.

Petra resisted the urge to cringe away from Jeremy’s touch. She made soft “mmm” sounds as she sucked his dick - which, she had to admit, was not a bad one. Not as big as her Daddy, but not too small and it tasted clean. She’d decided what she was going to do to Jeremy, but it required a little sacrifice on her part.
She sucked and licked and stroked him, being careful not to go too hard or fast; he was pretty clearly a virgin. It was too bad he hadn’t tried this at school, she thought; there were a hundred ways she could think of to fuck with him there. Still, this plan was solid, it was what he deserved, and most of all it was funny. It would require her popping back and forth a little in stopped time, but she didn’t expect he’d notice anything amiss. Hell, he hadn’t noticed yet that her left hand was in her pocket the whole time, nor had he felt anything the few times she’d already gone away to work on the plan and come back.
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Jeremy leaned back on the couch, moaning and stroking his girl’s hair. His girl, that’s what she was now. He ran his hand down her back and pulled at the clasp of her bra to free her breasts. Except it didn’t open. He pushed and twisted it as delicately as he could, but eventually Petra reached back and undid it herself. That simple act of submission was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
He reached under her, twisting his arm to push the palm of his hand against her boob, squeezing it in his hand. It was soft but firm, hot and smooth, and he gasped as the eroticness of the scene almost pushed him over the edge.
Petra sat up again, one hand down there still, trailing her fingers up and down the length of his twitching thing. “Careful,” she warned. “It’s not polite to cum in a girl’s mouth without asking.”
Jeremy stared at her, hypnotized by her bared breasts. They were glorious, perfect! The pale skin, the pink nipples, the way they shifted with her breath. And below that her flat, lovely tummy, and then…
“Take off your pants,” Jeremy said quietly.
Petra frowned. “Do I have to?” she asked submissively.
“Yes,” he said, feeling more confident. “I’m going to take you now.”
Petra twitched oddly, then pulled her hand out of her pocket. “We should go upstairs,” she said quietly. “In my room, with the lights off. It’s… better.”
“But I want to see you,” Jeremy objected.
“Please?” she asked, looking sad and sweet and perfect. “Just for the first time? I want it to feel… right.”
Jeremy nodded, giving in to her. “Alright Pet… ra,” he corrected himself, “let’s go upstairs.”
She smiled, taking his hand in hers and leading him away from the couch. He felt a strange jolting shiver in her grip a couple times, so he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as they entered the room.
Petra walked to the window and pulled the blinds, then closed the door. It was dark, so dark he could barely see. He could just make out the shape of Petra sliding off her remaining clothing, reaching for his hand and pulling him toward the bed.
She laid on her back, as a girl should with her lover the first time. Perfect, perfect, everything was perfect. Jeremy climbed up over her, bracing on the bed. He felt her hand reach down between them and grasp his manhood, guiding it toward her flower.
“Jeremy,” she said quietly, holding him there, “please… keep it romantic? Try to be… as quiet as you can.”
Jeremy slid his hand up to caress her cheek. “Of course, my love,” he said.
“Thank you,” she whispered, guiding him down into her.
There was a dizzy sort of stomach-flip as he entered Petra for the first time. Jeremy sighed in pleasure, savoring the hot, wet, tight feeling of finally coupling with her. Slowly, smoothly, she guided him down until he felt his hips resting on hers.
He waited there a moment. He wanted to wait longer, maybe forever, wrapped in Petra’s beautiful pussy, but after a few seconds she rolled her hips and he felt her hands on his hips, urging him onward. He responded immediately, wanting badly to impress his lady, pulling back partway and pressing down again.
She clenched tight and moved her hips again, arms coming up to his shoulderblades and pulling him downward. Jeremy kissed her - his first kiss, he realized with a distant amusement - and kept moving as smoothly as he could in and out of her.
She guided him down, helping him find and suck on her nipple. Her breast felt soft and pillowy under his lips, and the way his back arched let him feel a little deeper inside her. His manly instincts began to take over and his thrusts got faster and more erratic.
Long, soft legs came up around Jeremy’s waist and he felt her heels dig into his back, egging him on. He started pumping harder, the way the guys in the pornos did it, thrusting into her pussy over and over, one hand holding his body up while the other grasped and squeezed her breast.
Suddenly, with a gasp, Jeremy felt himself cumming deep inside of his girl. There was very little warning, and no way he could stop. He grunted quietly, diving a couple more deep thrusts and holding there as his love-seed filled her honey-pot. Finally, after seconds like hours, he felt himself relax. He collapsed, panting, letting his cheek rest on that big, soft breast.
“Oh god,” he breathed, “Petra, that was… that was amazing.”
Petra tensed up beneath him. Her voice was startled and wrong. “Jeremy?”
“MOM?!”

Petra froze time and fell to the floor, laughing her ass off. She rolled around and cackled for a while, then finally caught her breath and wiped away her tears. “Shouldn’t have fucked with me,” she said cheerfully, pulling out her phone and using the flashlight to expose the scene.
Jeremy had pushed himself up off his mother’s chest and was staring in pure horror down at her. His hand was pressed on her right breast so hard that she’d probably have a bruise from his urgent movement. Her own face was confused and scared, covered in sweat and stuck strands of her short mousy-brown hair.
Jeremy’s mother was pretty enough. She was overweight, and her boobs were a bit lopsided, but she wasn’t a buttergolem or anything. Jeremy should count himself lucky that Petra had been too lazy to go walking and find a football jock for him to sodomize.
But the real show was down below. Past the unruly patch of bush, Jeremy’s mother’s sex glistened with wetness. It didn’t look like a very tight fit, but Jeremy’s cock was still nestled deep inside her folds. Petra shook her head as she took a few more photos, making sure to get a good shot of the little drop of pearly-white cum dripping down from the woman’s opening. “Honestly… how could you think you were on top of me?” she wondered aloud. “We’re nothing alike.”
This moment made it all worthwhile, playing along with Jeremy’s bullshit and sucking his cock and pretending to be a dick-smitten little damsel for him. And to top it all off, Jeremy’s computer hadn’t even been locked! She’d thought she might have to rip out the drive, but it had been an easy thing to replace every last picture of herself with a horrible one. Jeremy’s dad’s cock featured prominently in the new contents of the “P” folder, as did his mother’s asshole, and a few posed shots of the two of them engaged in indecent acts. She felt a little bad for how sore old Jer’s pop’s asshole was going to be… but only a little. To top it off, she plugged her phone into the computer and added copies of all the pictures of Jeremy fucking his mother. She felt especially proud of the ones she’d taken right when he was cumming inside her.
It didn’t look like Jeremy had uploaded the pictures anywhere, but just to be safe she stole his phone’s SD and SIM cards and put the handset in the tank of the toilet. As for Jeremy’s original spank-bank, the super-creepy folder of spypics of Petra… those belonged to her Daddy now, and she would make sure he got them.
Petra returned to the bedroom, pulled Jeremy’s dad out of the closet where she’d had him frozen, and flicked on the light, making sure he’d have a direct line of sight on his son’s dick buried in his wife’s cunt. Again she felt a little bad, but it was their own fault for raising a blackmailing little creep. She hummed a tune as she returned the man to the normal, albeit still frozen, flow of time with her remote and made her way out of the house and back home.
Petra felt a little pang of regret as she unpaused the world. She really would have liked to stick around and watch the aftermath of this little joke. But in the end, she’d decided it would be best not to risk being seen. Besides, this was clearly a matter best kept in the family.

END PART XV