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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