Mom forced to fuck son because she cant make money

I look down at the bills in my hand. Paper after paper of all the things I haven’t paid for. Just as I am about to put them away, I hear my phone ring. I fish it out of my purse.

Unknown number. I know exactly who this is.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I start. ‘I know I haven’t given you the money yet but I’m getting it ready. It’s really difficult when there are more things to pay. I’m very very sorry but I’ll sell some of my things and get some to you by the end of this week’ I plead.

‘You’re time is up, you fucking bitch. You’re not getting away this time’ the man on the line growls back.

I feel my throat closing up and tear start pouring down my face.

‘Please, please! I will do anything. Pleas-‘


‘Please ANYTHING! Just give me time and I’ll pay you with whatever you want’

I hear him quiet on the other side of the line. I’ve been borrowing money from this man for the past several years after my husband left me and my son and I no longer had enough income to make ends meet. The man on the phone is Shadow and he is the head of a gang. I met him a few years ago when I was really falling apart. Since then, I’ve gotten a little better, but I owe so much money to him and I have never been able to fully pay anything off.

His silence is scaring me. I use my hand to push behind wavy brown hair was sticking to the tears on my face.

‘Hmmm’ he finally breaks the silence. ‘There is one thing you can do..’

‘Anything! I will do anything. Please, just don’t hurt me or my son’

‘Fine. I have a solution. If you do this, you won’t owe me any more money.’

My heart skips a beat. I can’t believe my ears. Before I fully relax, I realize that whatever he’s asking me must be big.

‘wha-what is it?’ I stammer.

‘I will come to your house later tonight. Wear black lacy lingerie and do your makeup’

I realize he’s probably going to fuck me, and even though a part of me is scared, I would do anything to get rid of my debt.

‘And make sure your son is at home’

‘What?? Why him? Don’t hurt him. Please, he’s my only family, please don’t hurt him’ I plead. I can feel my heart squeezing again.

‘I won’t hurt him’ he responds cooly and he hangs up.

My mind is blank; I don’t even know what to think. I sit in a daze for several minutes, as I stare at the fridge.

I get startled by the sound of keys turning in the door. I yelp, as I see my son enter the room. ‘Hey mom!’ He waves, with a goofy smile on his face. He has no clue about Shadow and the money problems I’ve been having for the past few years. He’s a tall lanky boy. He has my brown wavy hair that almost covers his eyes. He has small dimples on his cheeks whenever he smiles. He puts his bag down on the floor and kicks off his shoe.

‘How was school? You’re almost done with highschool. How does it feel? I talk calmly, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

‘oh, same old, same old. I’m excited to leave highschool, haha. Anyway, I’m going to head up and take a shower.’

‘Oh, before You head out, just wanted to let you know that some guests might be coming over later today’ I tell him with a tight smile.

He nods, not thinking much of it, and heads upstairs.

After a few moments, I head up to my bedroom to get ready. I take a steamy shower to calm my nerves and move to my make up cabinet. I look at myself in the mirror. I have large almond shaped brown eyes, and small nose, and large pink lips. I look my naked body up and down. I’m really proud of the body I have. Even though I’m almost 40, I still have the same body as when I was 25. My B cup breasts are still perky, and my thighs are tight. I rub lotion over my body and my face. I pull out the makeup. I line my eyes with eyeliner and put on a little bit of blush and lipstick. I don’t want to do too much. I pull out a small black lacy bra and panties set. My small brown nipples are visible through the bra. My panties are skimpy and my pubic hair is pushing through the sides and is visible. I slip on a modest long sleeve black dress that falls to my knees. I brush my hands through my perfectly wavy, now dry hair, as I await.

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