Blackmailing the mother in law

Blackmailing the mother in lawThis fantasy is based on fact. Betty did get into money troubles just as described and I did bail her out. The pity is that I didn?t take advantage in the way described here!Blackmailing Betty I had been working from home when the call came. I had a mountain of paperwork to catch up on and little time to complete it so I wasn?t in the best of moods as I rang the doorbell of my mother-in-law?s small bungalow twenty minutes later. My mother-in-law, Betty, had phoned and begged me to come over and that in itself was strange ? relations between us had never been particularly close; she was a woman who was very prim and proper and I knew that she found my brand of humour ?vulgar?. We managed polite conversation but never had any great friendship. For her to phone me up ? and do so when she knew my wife was at work ? was a rarity. I figured she must have some emergency ? a burst pipe or some problem with her washing machine. There had also been a strange tone to her voice ? she had almost pleaded with me to come over ? I remembered what she?d said, ?Can you come over as soon as you can?Please Christopher!? Unusual ? Betty wasn?t the type to beg.The door opened and Betty greeted me with, ?Oh, thank God! Come in Christopher.?This WAS odd! I didn?t remember her being that pleased to see me before. Whatever the problem was it must be serious. She was flustered and her eyes were red as if she had been crying. I followed her down the hallway ? trying to ignore the faint but persistent smell of cats that always hung around her house. Betty had never been what you would call ?houseproud? ? she vacuumed rarely and dusted less and the place was cluttered with unopened junk-mail, dirty cups and saucers, clothes awaiting ironing ? all manner of stuff. She might be a pillar of the church but she was a slut about the house.She was muttering as she led the way into the sitting room ? ?I don?t know what I?m going to do! I never realised?? ? wittering on but I wasn?t listening. I was watching her large buttocks as I followed her down the hallway. One of my biggest regrets was that Betty wore long dresses all the time now. She was approaching her 75th birthday but when I had first known her ? some 30 years ago ? she had always worn above the knee dresses or skirts. Even when I had first got married to her daughter I had often fantasised fucking Betty ? sometimes I even imagined it as I was fucking my wife ? because Betty had been a handsome woman in those days. Adding to her allure was the fact that she had been widowed for some while and had never had a man since. Nothing had changed ? Betty was still unfucked some 12 years later.The major benefit from her wearing shorter skirts was the fact that, whenever I could, I would sneak peeks up between her legs. I had been investigating the contents of her underwear drawer from the very first time I had been trusted with a key to her house when she was away on church coach holidays. That was just a year after I first met her daughter and I soon had a secret duplicate key cut for my own use. Using this I had followed her progression from the last days of nylon knickers (for just a year or so during her mid 40's), through medium sized cotton briefs in pastel shades of blue, pink and yellow with white trim at the legs (during her 50's). In her 60's she moved on to larger cotton knickers with a tiny flower pattern which I suspect she bought in bulk at some time during her early 60's and wore until the elastic finally gave out. For the last few years she had worn the big, white, cotton ?belly-huggers? that she bought from Marks and Spencers ? in common with most British women over 60.My mind was on her knickers as I studied her large arse because I could imagine the outline of them through her flowered dress. As usual my cock stirred slightly as I imagined parting her big, soft bum-cheeks and plunging my shaft between them. It was never going to happen, of course. Betty thought oral sex ?disgusting? ? she once told my wife that it was not something indulged in by normal people ? so the chances of her allowing anyone to fuck her in that hole were on a par with Accrington Stanley winning the Premiership. The chances of her allowing any man anywhere near her cunt were similar and the chances of her son-in-law being the man in question were nil. But I could dream, couldn?t I?We entered the sitting room and Betty flopped down into her old armchair. Like most of her furniture it had seen better days and it sagged badly. Not that I minded. In the DBLS (Days Before Long Skirts) the sagginess of that chair had provided me with lots of upskirt views of my modest and prudish mother-in-law. I had taken every opportunity to see the knickers I had seen in her underwear drawer ?in situ? ? especially when she rose from her chair. At that moment, no matter how tightly her knees had been clamped together up until then, they would part and give me a glimpse of heaven.The memory of those gusset views flashed through my mind as I waited for my mother-in law to get to the point and tell me what the problem was. No chance of seeing up between her legs today as she was wearing a flower-print dress which came halfway down her calves - although it was a button-through type and it gaped at the bottom to show several inches of lace trimmed slip. That day she had chosen a pink cardigan to wear over her dress.I risked a quick glance at her tits and saw, as usual, that her large nipples were just making their presence apparent. Ironically, for such a prim and proper woman, Betty is blessed with a pair of 40E breasts (I don?t confine myself to her knickers when I investigate her underwear drawers!) surmounted by large teats. Much to her obvious embarrasment her nipples seem to have a mind of their own and, never less than semi-erect, they stiffen and swell if the temperature drops in the slightest. Often she will cross her arms across her chest to hide these obvious swellings but that day they were only just visible and she was obviously too pre-occupied to worry about them.Her bottom lip was quivering ? she rarely wore make-up but always allowed herself a smear of lipstick ? and I saw a tear run down her cheek as she wailed, ?Oh Christopher ? what am I going to do??It took a while to get the story out of her but it was depressing but common when I did. To pay for my sister-in-laws wedding some years ago she had taken out a loan. When she got into difficulties with that she had taken out another to pay it off ? from a nice man who called every week to collect the money. Now she owed a couple of thousand pounds ? which she didn?t have ? and the man was talking about court proceedings.I was watching her sob ? an activity that made her tits move in a very attractive manner ? and thinking that we could afford to bail her out and I could probably get the money by the end of the week when she blurted out something that totally altered my half-formed plan. Through her tears and with many hesitations and false starts it emerged that if she was ?nice? to the loanshark (actually, he was just an employee of a national company) he would pay half her weekly payments and cancel the Court proceedings.?He wanted?.he wants me to?..to???every week?.to??..?Eventually I managed to work out that the collector was demanding a weekly blow jobin return for paying half her payment each week. That worked out at £20 a time ? a bargain!I looked at my mother in law as she sat huddled and weeping in her chair. I was furious with the loan collector. Not because he wanted to fuck my mother-in-law?s mouth ? hell, I?d wanted to do that from the first day I met her ? but becauseI?d been trying to get into Betty?s knickers for 30 years and this bastard had almost got there first!?What am I going to do Christopher?? she wailed.?Don?t worry, Betty?, I said reassuringly, I think I have a plan!Part 2I took Betty?s payment book. The name and address of the agent was written on the inside of the cover and it seemed he lived a couple of miles away. Betty looked up at me, desperation on her tear-streaked face.?Can you pay him off, Christopher? I couldn?t bear the shame if they took me to court and if I lose the house????? The rest was lost in another bout of sobbing.?Heaven?s, Betty, we don?t have the sort of money to pay this off? (A lie but she would never suspect). ?I?m sure if I reason with him we can work something out. Now ? you stay here and wait for me to come back.?The look of gratitude she gave me almost melted my heart (but only ?almost?). ?Please don?t tell Claire anything about this ? she mustn?t know. Please Christopher!? She was begging again. I could feel my cock stirring. It was such a turn-on to have the old cow in my power like this after so many years of her snooty, superior attitude towards me.?I won?t tell Claire.? I said. Of course I wouldn?t tell my wife ? she would just pay the silly old woman?s debt off!?Oh thank you! Thank you!? she whispered as I left.The agent lived in a smart detached house in a leafy avenue. Business was obviously good. I rang the doorbell and it was answered by a smartly dressed man in his early 50's.?Can I help you?? he asked.?Yes ? you?ve been blackmailing my mother-in law. You wanted her to suck your cock in return for you paying off half her weekly repayments. That?s a criminal offence and it carries a maximum sentence of 10 years in jail. I have her statement here and I think we should talk.? I waved the envelope (which contained a letter to my bank that I had intended to post later) and his face went white.He blustered for a while but when he realised that I wasn?t going to go to the police (while understanding that was an option I was prepared to consider if I had to) he relaxed enough to pour us both a glass of whisky. I?d had a good look through Betty?s payment book and recognised the scam. Over twenty years in the Police force had given me an insight into all these doorstep cons and it came to me where I had seen his smiling face before. I was retired from the force but I had a good memory.?So, Harry ? still playing the old ?widow?s mite? con?? I said and Harry?s bluster disappeared completely. He knew he was rumbled. Harry had set up a loan company (doubtless under his wife?s name or some alias of his own) and appointed himself an agent ? the man who made the doorstep collections and enticed the customers deeper into debt. Find a financially naive and trusting old woman, add on various bogus ?administration charges? to an already high interest rate and collect a handsome income. Sooner or later the customer wouldn?t be able to pay up and Harry ? the Widow?s Friend ? would offer another loan but over a longer period (like forever!) for a slightly smaller weekly amount. The threats of court proceedings and house reposession was just to add a little urgency. The women never knew that Harry was the loan company ? ?If it was down to me dear???!? ? Harry?s added little twist was to blackmail his female customers for sex when they fell behind with the payments. Harry had a record and had served time. Now he was back in the old routine hoping that the ?widows might? give him sexual favours to avoid losing their houses.?Don?t worry Harry ? I won?t tell anyone. As long as you let me collect a few of your ?debts? now and again ? and I?m having sole rights to all ?collections? from my mother-in-law. What attracted you there, Harry??Now we were partners in crime Harry became expansive and chatty. ?Well,? he said with a leer, ?It was those tits, wasn?t it? She used to stand on the doorstep and those fat old nipples of hers would be poking out at me and I thought she?d be game for a bit of fun. Not been a man round there for years, has there? Then she gets all prudish and disgusted. I get a few like that but you?d be surprised how soon they come round once they have a cock inside them!? He winked.I laughed with him. Somehow I didn?t see Betty turning into some sort of nymphomaniac overnight but I didn?t care. As long as I got what I wanted out of it. I explained to Harry how our new partnership would work and exactly what I wanted from him. He chuckled as I explained my plan. He was still chuckling as I left.?See you soon Christopher!? he called as I walked to my car.Betty must have been looking out for my car because the front door was open before I got to it. Her anxious face searched mine for signs of hope. I looked suitably serious and walked past her into the lounge. She followed and collapsed into her armchair. Years of interviewing suspects had taught me all about how to gain and keep control of an interview so I remained standing, looming over Betty as she sat anxiously in her chair.?Did you see him? What did he say? Will I have to go to Court? Will I lose the house?? her voice was choked with emotion.?If you shut up I?ll tell you!? I said ? now was the time to let her know who was in control here.?Sorry, Christopher,? she muttered. Excellent! Now we knew who was giving the orders.?I saw the agent and it?s not good,? (she gave a little whimper), ?However??? (I paused to let her have a spark of hope), I managed to get him to postpone the court proceedings for a week and it might just be possible to save the house but????Oh Christopher ? thank you! Thank you!? Now I had her hopes up ? time to reel her in.I walked over to the display cabinet where Betty kept wine glasses. She didn?t keep alcohol in the house and, apart from a single glass of sweet sherry on Xmas Day and at weddings, she was effectively teetotal. I pulled a bottle of sherry from the bag I had collected from home and poured us both a large glass.?Drink this ? it?ll help you calm down a bit.? She protested but was too cowed at the moment to make any real protest. ?Down in one ? best way? I cajoled her.With a look of distaste she raised the glass and drained the contents. Her face screwed up as she swallowed. She didn?t know it but she?d just downed a quadruple measure ? and although it looked like sherry I had added vodka to the bottle before leaving home. Betty now had the equivalent of a treble vodka and a single sweet sherry inside her ? and on an empty stomach too. Oh dear!I waited for her to stop spluttering before I continued.?This man has the law on his side as far as the money is concerned. He CAN take you to court and he CAN make you sell the house. You?ve been very stupid Betty.??I know, I know!? she wailed.?OK,? I continued, ?I ?ve promised him a couple of hundred from my own account to keep him quiet for the next few days??? (I cut short Betty?s thanks with a wave of my hand), ?It means I will have to borrow it from my bank but Claire need not know. So at least we?ve postponed the threat but we need to think what you are going to do to save the house.??Can?t we go to the Polisshhh?Po??Police?? she slurred.I was surprised that the alcohol was taking effect so fast but then I remembered how fuzzy she had got after one glass of wine last Xmas Day. She had no tolerance for alcohol at all.?No ? he laughed when I threatened that. He?ll just deny ever asking you to do ???what he wanted you to do to him. He?ll say you made it up to get out of paying. You?ve got no witnesses ? his word against yours ? and I know who the Police will believe. Women who owe money try that all the time. I saw lots of cases when I was in the force. Without evidence they?ll believe him.?I knew Betty would have been hoping that I could use my contacts in the force to help her. I saw her misery deepen as I stamped that little spark of hope out. .?So ? to avoid him coming back with a Court Order and compelling you to sell the house ? you?ve got these options ? Betty?. She wasn?t paying attention ? she was visualising her house being sold.?Betty! Listen to me!? Her head snapped up and she looked (a trifle unfocused) into my face.?First, could you get a loan from the Bank???No ? I asked but I?m overdrawn and they won?t let me have any more until my pension comes in?.I asked and asked??.? A couple of fat tears rolled down her cheeks.?OK ? so, Second, you go to court and they will either sell enough of your stuff to pay the debt?????But??but?? She was sobbing again now, ?I don?t have anything??issss all??.furniture??all??..? I saw her trying to concentrate through a fog of alcohol and despair.?So?..third option?..you do what he wants. He comes round every week and you pay half the amount?..and suck his cock every week, let him maul your body and shoot his sperm into your mouth week after week until he gets tired of it and calls the debt in anyway.? I saw her flinch at the crudity but I wanted her to be in no doubt what degradation she would be letting herself in for?Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!? It was cry of utter despair and I knew I had her totally in my power.?Or??we could get him to back off for good???.but?..no?..you wouldn?t do it???I appeared to be talking to myself.It was almost pitiful to see the flicker of hope cross my mother-in-law?s tear-streaked face.?I couldn?t ask you to do it ? it would be the only chance but????I?ll do it! Whatever it is! Please Christopher!!?And that?s when I told her of my plan ? the only way to get the loan-shark out of her life. She would have to appear to go along with his suggestion. I would phone him (I told her that the agent was waiting for her decision even now) and get him to come round as soon as possible. I showed Betty the small digital voice recorder I had brought from home.?We?ll get him on tape. If we have a recording of him demanding that you suck him off???Betty looked pained. ?Please don?t use that expression, Christopher!??A bit late to get all prim and proper now Betty!? I snapped ? she needed a reminder of her place in this situation.?Sorry? she muttered contritely?Once we have the evidence we?ve got him!?I explained that we didn?t need to go to the Police with our evidence ? Harry would certainly run away once he knew we had a tape and photographs. Betty was horrified ? photographs!!! I explained that photographic proof was needed too. By now she was too defeated and squiffy to think straight anyway.?It won?t be pleasant ? but it will only be once and then all this will be over. I?ll listen at the door and as soon as he puts his cock into your mouth (the look of disgust on my miserable old prude of a mother-in-law?s face was a joy to behold) I?ll burst in, take a photo of him forcing you to do it against your will and that will be the end of the story. He could go to prison for years once we have the proof ? so he?ll agree to cancel your debt. Agreed??Betty was beaten and she knew it. She had only herself to blame for this situation and if the solution went against all her upbringing and morals ? what choice did she have? She nodded miserably.I picked up the phone and dialled. ?Mr Robertson? My mother-in-law agrees with your terms. She?s waiting for you now.?Part 3 While we waited for Harry to arrive I went over the plan with Betty one more time. I had poured another glass of ?sherry? and my mother-in-law had downed it in two gulps. Knowing her lack of tolerance for alcohol I knew that she must, by now, be fairly inebriated. I didn?t want her passing out so I had made the second measure smaller but she was obviously well on the way to being drunk as a skunk. By the time the doorbell rang she was finding it hard to focus and was obviously dreading what was to come.I ushered Harry in. I was curt and businesslike. This, I had told my subdued mother-in-law earlier, was where we got Harry on record demanding sex with menaces.?So, Mr Robertson, let?s be quite clear what you are suggesting. How much does my mother-in-law owe you and what will happen if she can?t pay???She owes £4300 and if she doesn?t come up with at least £500 this week the Company will take her to Court. After that she?ll have to pay the rest off at £50 every week and if she can?t do that the Company will demand that the house is sold to cover the debt.? (I heard Betty give a little sob)?Or??.? I left the question hanging?Or she can be nice to me when I come round on Wednesdays to collect. I?ll persuade the Company to call off the demand for the £500 and she can pay £25 a week. I?ll make up the rest.??When you say, ?be nice to you?????.???Nothing much ? give me a wank or suck me off. Maybe a tit-wank now and again. Oh, and a cup of tea afterwards ? two sugars!? He chuckled at his own wit.I had been watching Betty flinch as Harry described the sexual acts he was demanding of her. She tried one final negotiation.?Not?..what you said?.in my mouth?.? she mumbled pleadingly. I knew why ? she had always considered oral sex ?disgusting?. I was willing to bet that even her late husband had never managed to get his cock into her mouth. She had probably worn rubber gloves to wank him off.Harry played his part magnificently. He leaned down until his face was inches from Betty?s tear-stained one. ?Suck my cock or lose your house!? he growled. Betty shrank back.?Well? What?s it to be?? he demanded.Betty nodded. ?Yes? Her voice was a small defeated whisper.?No time like the present,? Harry said. He turned to me. ?Want to watch??I saw the look of panic on Betty?s face. Her humiliation was bad enough without her son-in-law witnessing every moment of it.?Certainly not!? I said stiffly. ?But I?ll be just outside and if I hear any sign of you hurting her or?????Oh don?t be so stupid,? said Harry.As I left I saw Betty give me a last, pleading look. She was relying on me to burst in at a critical moment, take the incriminating photo and confront Harry with his crime. Unfortunately she was so pissed by now that she then started staring openly at the micro-recorder I had hidden under the coffee-table. I left the room and shut the door behind me.Harry was enjoying himself. ?Right, Betty. Close your eyes.? The old woman did as she was told and was startled as she felt something being wrapped tightly round her head, covering her eyes. By the time her drink-fuddled brain had processed this thought it was too late to struggle. She started to raise her hands to pull the blindfold off but Harry grasped her wrists and prevented it.?Just a little insurance, Betty. If you ever get stupid and cry **** they?ll ask you to describe my body, any birthmarks, what did my cock look like. This way you won?t be able to ? and that means they won?t believe you!? Harry had come up with this explanation himself when he and I were fine-tuning our plan and I had to admit that it was a small piece of genius.Betty now had a 2¨ wide strip of Duck tape preventing her seeing anything.?Now, stand up!? Betty tried but the room seemed to spin and she fell back onto the sofa.?Just one more little precaution?.? said Harry and he went across to the door. Silently he opened it and let me in.?What?..?? murmured Betty.?Just making sure we aren?t interrupted. Wouldn?t want anyone bursting in on us would we??I could see my mother-in-law trying to work this out. The alcohol was clouding her brain. Wasn?t the idea that her son-in-law should burst in?Harry and I were now standing side-by side a few feet in front of the blindfolded old woman. Harry grabbed her wrists and hauled her to her feet where she stood , swaying slightly. ?Right, Betty. Let?s see what I?m getting for my money? He leaned forward, his face inches from hers. ?Strip!?With hesitant fingers, her task made all the harder by the fact that she had drunk the best part of half a bottle of vodka, Betty started to remove her cardigan. When it was off she dropped it on the floor. Harry and I were both staring at her chest ? we could see the outline of her bra through the material of her dress where, I was gratified to see, her elderly teats were already half-erect and pushing at the material.Betty was too lost in her own little world of misery to register the sound of two zips being undone as Harry and I pulled our cocks out and stroked the as we watched her undress. She certainly didn?t register the tiny ?click? that my digital camera made each time I recorded this for future pleasure. I took snap after snap as Betty discarded the cardigan and, after only a momentary hesitation, started to unbutton her dress, starting at the top. She was very drunk now and her fingers fumbled with the buttons. Harry, ever the gentleman, waited until all the buttons were undone and helped her shrug the dress off. It fell to the floor to join her discarded cardigan. She stood, unresisting as Harry grabbed the hem of her slip and pulled it up. Like a sleepy c***d being undressed by a parent Betty lifted her arms high and the slip joined the growing pile of clothing at her feet.?Now the bra!? Betty just sat there. ?Do it, you old cow ? take your bra off?. Betty was wearing one of her favourite front-fastening bras and she fumbled with the hooks and eyes between her breasts the demands of four fiddly hooks and eyes were now well beyond her drunken capabilities. The process did, however, thrust her big, elderly tits out nicely and both Harry and I (and the snapping camera) were enjoying the show.I put my finger to my lips to caution Harry to be silent and reached down to the coffee-table to get the pocket-knife that Harry had used to cut the tape. It was razor sharp. I hooked my fingers between the cups of Betty?s large M